Hallows of the Sith
Summary: Disillusioned with wizarding Britain, Harry and Hermione retreat to Grimmauld Place, where they study both muggle and magical subjects while trying to decide whether they should return to the muggle world or keep trying with the magical world. After an unexpected discovery about the true nature of the Deathly Hallows, they are launched into a new adventure.
Crossover: Harry Potter/Star Wars
Pairing: Harry/Hermione; Revan/Bastila
A/N: This is a male Harry instead of FemHarry, largely because I wanted to have a more obvious parallel between the Harry/Hermione and Revan/Bastila relationships. I have a bit of an outline for this, but I'm not sure where to take it — what exactly the end goal would be, short of "stopping the Empire," of course. I would need some clear steps that provide for good plot and character development before I'd start pursuing this seriously.
Also, this is clearly AU after Deathly Hallows as well as after Knights of the Old Republic.
As always, thanks to Bonnie for not only reading this and improving on the original, but also for her help in developing the plot so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I don't own Star Wars, Disney does.
Chapter 01 - Master of What?
"Are you still reading that?" Hermione asked. "I'd have thought that you would have moved on to something more useful by now."
Harry shrugged noncommittally, unable to fully articulate why the book had kept such a tight hold on his attention over the past week. Hermione was right that there were plenty of other, more important things to study — in the two years since they'd left Hogwarts, three years since the defeat of Voldemort, he'd only managed to get through about a quarter of the Black family library. Most of that had been in the last few months, during which he and Hermione had been studying everything they could, both muggle and magical.
Hermione, of course, had gone through three quarters of the library, not to mention all the muggle material she'd read.
But ever since Luna — one of their few friends who kept in touch with them — had sent him her father's large compendium of his personal research into the Deathly Hallows, Harry hadn't been able to put it down. He was reading it day and night, neglecting everything else.
And it was driving Hermione crazy.
"Harry? Are you even listening to me? You know we have a lot to get through before we can make our decision. We gave ourselves a year, and our time is almost up."
Harry sighed and closed the book. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm not sure why this book interests me so much, but it's really hard for me to put it aside."
"You don't think it's cursed, do you?" she asked, frowning now as she eyed the hand-bound tome much more warily.
"No, it's nothing like that," Harry assured her. "I think... I suppose I'm just hoping that it will give me some idea of why I can't get rid of the Hallows. Why they keep coming back to me — even the Elder Wand after I snapped it. Or maybe an idea of how to use them. Other than the obvious, I mean. They are unique, so no matter what we end up choosing to do, one or more of them might prove useful."
Hermione nodded slowly, and her face softened a bit. "I guess that makes sense. I just wish you wouldn't ignore all the rest of your studies in the process. We're going to need to make some hard decisions soon about whether we want to try to tough it out in the magical world or get certifications in the muggle world so we can live there."
"I know, I know," Harry replied as he opened the book back up. "Just give me a little more time with this."
The next day, Harry was sitting at the large kitchen table and working with the Hallows when Hermione came in to discuss dinner. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Look at what I found in the book," Harry said, gesturing with his chin towards the open book on the table. "Xenophilius found that image in some ancient parchment that was falling apart and did his best to reproduce it."
"Are these the Hallows?" Hermione asked, looking at what appeared to be a drawing of a fabric cone with a stone at the tip.
"Yes. It's a three-dimensional version of the common symbol for the Hallows. A way to create the symbol in reality, using the Hallows themselves."
"But why?"
"On the next page, Xeno wrote about a legend that anyone who mastered the Hallows and created this symbol with them would be provided with great knowledge and power."
"Another myth, Harry?" Hermione began, but she stopped when he shot her an irritated look.
"You were convinced that the Hallows were just a myth, too, remember?"
Hermione bit her bottom lip for a moment, then said, "Alright, what seems to be the problem? Something must not be working right, otherwise you'd have already done it and found whatever there is to find."
Harry's expression relaxed into something approaching relief. "The problem is the cloak. Based on the drawing, I have to create a cone out of it, slip the wand down through the hole at the top, then rest the stone on the tip. It sounds simple, but the fabric of the cloak is just too slick and floppy — I can't create a cone that will stay upright."
"Let me see," Hermione ordered, and Harry handed over the cloak for her to work with. It didn't take her long to reach the same conclusion, but she also had a solution. "If — and I emphasize if — there's any truth to this, then maybe it isn't meant to stand up on its own until the other two pieces are added. Maybe the magic of all three is required to overcome the slippery nature of the material."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "That's plausible, but it will be easier if we do it together, otherwise the cloak will flop all over the place."
"Agreed," Hermione said as she proceeded to fold up the cloak in a way that created a neat cone, though it only held its shape so long as she continued to gently pull it taut.
"Let me just slip the wand in up here..." Harry said as he inserted the Elder Wand through the hole at the top. "Can you reach the stone, Hermione? I'll hold one side of the cone."
"Sure," Hermione replied, letting him help hold the cloak in its cone shape with one hand and hold the wand upright with the other while she grabbed the Resurrection Stone with her free hand and set it on top.
Harry's face immediately fell when nothing happened, but before Hermione could say anything, they both noticed the Hallows growing warm. "Harry...?" Hermione managed to get out before they were hit with a blinding flash of light and something physically shoved them back, knocking them to the kitchen floor.
Once they had blinked away the spots and could see again, they both slowly got up on their knees and peered over the edge of the table. There they found not the three Hallows, but rather a solid, metallic pyramid about a foot tall. It was mostly black, though there was some sort of golden framework around it, and it was covered with unfamiliar symbols and hieroglyphs. At the top was a black gem that looked almost, but not quite, like the Resurrection Stone.
"Still think it's a myth?" Harry whispered, feeling entranced by the strange object, but also concerned because he thought he could feel faint wisps of something touching his mind. It wasn't exactly comforting, like when he and Hermione practiced Occlumency, but it wasn't dark, either, as when his mind had been attacked by Voldemort.
"I'm never going to scoff at anything Luna says again," Hermione promised. "Ever."
As they stood and leaned forward to look more closely at the mysterious object that had appeared in their kitchen, a soft light began to shine out of the gem at the top of the pyramid, and a few seconds later the light shifted into the top half of a male figure. He looked at them, looked around, then looked back at them again. He seemed to say something, though it wasn't a language that either Harry or Hermione recognized. The figure frowned, then seemed to lean forward slightly, staring at them, and they both felt a sharp pain in their heads. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was much more intense than any pain either had felt in a long time.
"What... what was that?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, rubbing her forehead, "but I didn't like it, whatever it was."
"Ah, good, I understood that," the figure said, speaking a perfectly understandable form of English now. "Greetings. There are two of you, I see. Even better — it appears that the protections we put on this worked as we intended."
"Uh, protections?" Harry asked.
"Who or what are you?" Hermione asked darkly. "And what did you do to us?"
"Oh, right — where are my manners?" he replied before clearing his throat. "My name is Revan."
As soon as he said this, the top half of a female figure appeared next to him. "And my name is Bastila."
"What you have here is a holocron," Revan continued. "Traditionally, holocrons are created by individuals to pass along their teachings, but ours is unique. As far as we know, we are the only ones to have ever created such a device together."
"Since we are not just married, but share a force bond, it seemed the appropriate thing to do," Bastila said as Revan put one arm around her. "I apologize for the pain you just experienced, but it was necessary to extract your language so we could communicate. We couldn't even ask for permission without doing that first."
"You were able to learn our language, just like that?" Harry asked.
"I repeat: who or what are you?" Hermione asked, this time pulling her wand and aiming it at the pyramid.
Revan and Bastila looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to the young witch and wizard. "As I expected, there is much we need to tell you — far too much to explain in one sitting," Revan replied. "For right now, you will have to be content with a summary. I promise you, though, that neither of us mean you any harm."
Hermione eyed them warily for a moment, then gave a grudging nod. They both sat down, though she didn't stop pointing her wand at the device — a fact which both the images seemed to approve of.
"As we said, this is a holocron," Bastila continued. "Holocrons are controlled by gatekeepers — holographic imprints of the personalities of their creators — combined with an artificial intelligence and stored in a device that is a combination of organic storage crystals and advanced technology, all for the purpose of creating interactive teaching tools. And that's what this holocron was created to do: teach. Since our teachings were condemned by so many, both Sith and Jedi, we decided to protect our holocron, preventing any but the most worthy from gaining access to it. One of those protections is that only another couple with a bond like ours would be able to properly assemble the pieces to reveal the holocron's existence."
"Jedi? Sith?" Harry asked, feeling even more confused.
"Thousands of your years ago..." Revan started, then he looked at his companion with a slight frown. "That is right, isn't it?"
Bastila looked off into the distance for a moment before saying, "The humans here have put artificial satellites into orbit... primitive, to be sure, but they do exist. Let me access one of them... and historical databases... yes, it's been approximately three thousand, six hundred years."
"Wow, I had no idea the Hallows were that old," Harry said.
"Hallows?" Revan asked.
"The, uh, pieces," Harry said. "The wand, the cloak, and the stone. They are known as the Deathly Hallows. We put them together and they became—" He gestured vaguely at the device.
"A holocron," Hermione said.
"Yeah, that."
"Ah, I wonder how they acquired that name," Revan said.
"According to the story, they were gifts which three brothers received from Death," Hermione explained.
"Death?" Bastila exclaimed. "As in... some sort of personification of the end of life?" Both Hermione and Harry nodded, then they all looked at Revan when he started chuckling.
"I'll bet it was originally 'Darth,' not Death," he said with a grin. "Somewhere the name got mangled."
"Probably our youngest grandson," Bastila agreed. "He always did like the stories we told. He was the one most likely to try to pass them along."
"Well, no matter," Revan said. "Over three thousand years ago we came to this planet, looking to escape persecution. We were both masters in using the Force, a type of energy which is created by all living things and thus exists throughout the galaxy. When we arrived, we discovered that the Force was unusually strong here — stronger than anyplace we'd ever been or even heard of, in fact — but for some reason it had manifested differently here than anywhere else."
"The primitive humans we encountered called it magic," Bastila said. "That's actually not uncommon — most pre-hyperspace cultures treat Force powers as magic — but what surprised us was how, even in their primitive connections to the Force, the humans here were able to casually do things which even the greatest Jedi and Sith would never dream was possible. They could transform objects, change how objects behaved, even transform themselves. It was amazing."
"We were two of the greatest masters of the Force to ever live, yet we were suddenly like ignorant apprentices again. It was both exciting and humbling," Revan said.
"If this, uh, Force can't do such things, then what can it do?" Hermione asked, always eager to learn something new, especially if it might prove useful. She and Harry hadn't discussed it often, but they both feared that dark times were coming again, sooner or later, and it was unlikely that they would be able to avoid getting caught up in the inevitable fighting. Even worse, they weren't sure they would find it easy to pick a side the next time.
"That would take a long, long time to explain," Bastila replied. "A lifetime, in fact. Suffice it to say, the way we learned to use the Force was in some ways simpler than the magic you are familiar with, but in other ways more powerful. We would never have been able to use the force to turn a stick into a rock, or to change the color of hair. However, the Force let us run faster, jump higher, dodge attacks before they even occur, and more."
"We learned a great deal once we settled here," Revan continued. "Although the Force and magic are related, they aren't exactly the same, so it's difficult to learn how to use both effectively. But we managed, and we passed some of what we knew on to our son, and later our three grandsons."
"But not everything," Bastila added. "We believed that only a truly worthy couple would be able to fully understand and make use of our knowledge. Two people who were each powerful in their own right, and then made even more powerful through their bond in the Force. Or perhaps a bond in magic."
"Uh, I was kind of wondering about that," Harry said, feeling more than a bit uncomfortable. "What do you mean by 'couple'? Because Hermione and I are just friends."
"And what sort of bond?" Hermione asked. Her wand was now on the table instead of pointing at the holocron, but she kept her hand on it.
Revan and Bastila looked intently at the two for a moment before Bastila told the story of how she accidentally force-bonded to Revan. "We were on opposite sides of a war, a violent and costly war, in fact. At the time that the two of us were fighting, Revan was betrayed by his closest friend, and as a result he received terrible injuries. I could have left him for dead, but I believed that everyone deserved at least one chance to repent and start over, even him. So despite the dangers to myself, I began working on him, using the Force to heal his physical injuries." She paused, and it seemed to Harry and Hermione that she was struggling emotionally with the memories, even though she was only a computer hologram rather than a real person. "It was very difficult and very draining," she concluded. "I had to expend a great deal of Force energy to keep his spirit from passing on while also healing his injuries, and in the process I believe ended up healing his soul as well. Has anything similar happened to the two of you?"
"No, nothing so extreme," Harry tried to say, but Hermione interrupted him.
"Actually, yes, it has. Remember when you were bitten by Nagini at Godric's Hollow?"
"But I didn't think my injuries were so bad."
Hermione sighed and looked uncomfortable. "Well, I might have downplayed them a little." When Harry gave her a skeptical look, she huffed and said, "Alright, fine, I downplayed them a lot. A whole lot. But honestly, why are you so surprised? Nagini's bites killed Professor Snape in just a few minutes. It took the most skilled Healers at St. Mungo's weeks to get Mr. Weasley healthy again. Yet I got you up and moving in a few days. How do you think I managed that? I'm good, but I'm not that good."
Harry's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally said, "Oh... I never thought about that."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously. I suppose that having been bitten by the basilisk in our second year bought you a little time, but it certainly didn't make you immune to all snake poisons. You were unconscious for most of the following week, and I spent all of my time casting various healing spells on you. I didn't even sleep myself for the first two days, constantly trying to heal you, close wounds that kept reopening, and keep your magic going."
"Wow, that's impressive," Harry replied.
"You're lucky that I paid such close attention to what Madam Pomfrey always did for you whenever you were in the hospital wing," Hermione said, sitting a little straighter. "I'll admit that I found healing magic interesting in its own right, but I knew even before the end of first year that being friends with you would require that one of us know how to use it, and I didn't trust Ron with that much responsibility."
Bastila nodded. "What you two experienced sounds exactly like the conditions needed to create a Force bond — or, like I said, a magical bond."
"What does a bond entail?" Harry asked.
"It depends on you," Revan said. "Such bonds are not uncommon between masters and apprentices, and in such cases involve little more than a slight sharing of emotions and maybe an ability to sense where the other is."
"But our holocron is keyed to appear in the presence of a much deeper and more significant form of the bond," Bastila added. "We wanted it to only appear to two people who were similar to us: a worthy couple who would be able to share much, much more through their bond. Power. Emotions. Thoughts. Knowledge. Love."
"One of the reasons why we were persecuted and had to flee was our discovery that our love for each other deepened our connections to the force and, in turn, strengthened our Force bond," Revan explained. "We were both powerful already, but our love increased that power greatly, which was one reason why others perceived us as a threat. We couldn't be controlled, so we needed to be eliminated."
Both Harry and Hermione were blushing slightly by this point, and after a moment Harry said, "I'm not sure we have this bond-thingy you're talking about. And we're certainly not a couple. I mean, sure, we both broke up with the people we were dating before, but we haven't been dating each other."
Revan and Bastila each cocked an eyebrow in response, and Harry wondered how long they had been together to develop such coordination. "I rather doubt that that is true," Bastila responded, "but we're not going to be able to continue so long as you are unable or unwilling to acknowledge the bond I am certain you share. Talk to each other and search your feelings. Once you have a better understanding of yourselves, come back and touch the holocron so we can talk some more."
The holographic images then flickered and disappeared, leaving the two living humans alone again.
Dinner passed in uncomfortable silence, and it wasn't until they had cleaned up the dishes that Hermione finally broke down and said, "Honestly, this is ridiculous. We shouldn't have so much trouble talking. We've known each other for almost a decade now!"
"I know," Harry said, feeling frustrated at the day's revelations. "It's just... I don't know what to make of what those two told us. I find myself wanting to believe it's all true, but how do we know it is? Where's the proof? The one thing we can check, that supposed bond, doesn't exist."
"Actually, I think they may be telling the truth about that," Hermione said softly, and Harry's head whipped up. "I've been thinking, searching my feelings like she said, and... and I think she might be right."
"How?" Harry half whispered. Hermione was the last person he'd ever have expected to say that. She always relied on logic and evidence — more so than anyone he'd ever known.
"Well, for one thing, I think I felt it when you died," Hermione said. At Harry's shocked expression, she reached across the table and put one of her hands on his. "Yes, I've always known that you really did die out in the forest. When it happened, I felt this horrible tearing in my chest, then I collapsed to the ground, crying. I felt like I wanted to die myself, but I didn't understand why. A minute later, though, I felt fine again. It took me a while to figure out what happened, but eventually I put together the clues and all the little things you left out whenever you discussed the final battle, and I realized that you weren't being entirely truthful with everyone."
"Sorry," he mumbled. He hadn't wanted to tell anyone because he hadn't wanted to be pitied, and he certainly didn't want to stand out any more than he already did. He'd had no idea that Hermione had suffered too, or that she'd figured out the truth long ago.
"No, don't apologize," Hermione insisted. "What happened to you was obviously private and personal. You don't have to tell anyone exactly what happened if you don't want to. I'm just saying that I know — and that I've known for a while, not because I watched or anything, but because I somehow felt it. And now I think that maybe it was this bond that Bastila told us about."
"Is that all you've felt?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so. As I've thought about it this evening, I think that maybe I've experienced some of your emotions, too. The stronger ones, at least, like for example when you argued with Ginny. At the time, I thought that I was simply upset on your behalf because Ginny was being unreasonable, but now I'm not so sure."
After a few moments, Harry nodded. "Now that you mention it, I think that I experienced the same thing when you fought with Ron."
"For now, at least, I think that's fair evidence that what they told us may be true. A bond of some sort exists between us, and my healing you in the Forest of Dean is as good an explanation for that as any. There certainly wasn't any evidence of a bond before that time."
"What about... you know, their idea that we're a couple?" Harry asked as his throat went dry..
Hermione slowly pulled her hand back and stared down at the table in front of her. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "Haven't you ever, you know, thought about us like that? Wondered what it might be like if we got together? Wondered why we never tried?"
Harry hadn't ever heard Hermione sound so vulnerable, or ever seen her look so uncertain. He wasn't sure how to best answer her question, except perhaps to be as honest as possible. Perhaps the time for half-truths and self-denial was past.
"Yes and no," he said quietly, looking away so he didn't have to see her reaction. "I thought about it a couple of times, and I was tempted to do so a whole lot more, but I knew you and Ron fancied each other. I... I didn't want to get in between you two. I didn't want to risk losing the first two friends I'd ever had."
"And now?" Hermione asked. "Ron and I haven't been together for over a year. And it's been just you and me in this house for nearly as long."
"It's been getting a lot harder to avoid such thoughts," Harry admitted. "But I've still been scared about doing anything that might damage our friendship." He paused as he ran a hand through his hair. "Merlin, Hermione, you're my only real friend. Except for the Firebolt incident and some arguments during sixth year, you've always been at my side. You've certainly stood by me more than anyone else. I... I don't think I could handle not having you in my life."
"So you were willing to be content with just having me as a friend, rather than risk losing that by reaching out for more?" Hermione asked. Harry looked up, surprised at how accurate her words were, then he nodded.
"I've felt more or less the same way," she went on. "I suspect that I've thought a lot more about what it would be like if we were together, but I still didn't want to risk losing you."
They were both quiet for a few moments, then Harry slowly reached out for Hermione, and her hand met his in the middle of the table. "Maybe... maybe with this bond it isn't such a risk?" he suggested, and Hermione smiled.
"Maybe not," she agreed. "Let's talk to Revan and Bastila."
Harry got up to fetch the holocron from the counter where they'd moved it, then sat down again next to Hermione. After they both reached out and touched it, the two holographic images reappeared.
"Have you reached any conclusions?" Revan asked.
"We... well, we both admitted that we have felt something more than friendship for each other for a while," Harry said. "Neither of us has said anything because we haven't' wanted to risk hurting the relationship we did have, but since we both feel the same way, and since there does indeed appear to be some sort of bond at work that might help, we're willing to try for something more." He paused to look at Hermione, then continued, "However, we're not going to rush into anything. Even if there is a bond that will help us, we both value our friendship too much to take any unnecessary risks with it."
"That's understandable," Bastila said. "If you allow your relationship to develop naturally, you'll find that not just loving each other, but openly acknowledging that love and allowing yourselves to be consciously filled with each other's love, will greatly aid you in connecting both with the Force and with magic. There's no rush, though, and pushing things will likely only create difficulty."
"Were you really forced into exile because you loved each other?" Hermione asked. "That seems so horrible."
"That was part of it, but not the whole story," Revan answered. "Like Bastila said, our love for each other made us far more powerful than anyone else, which caused others to fear us. It's something that you may have to contend with. Another factor was our desire to understand and use all of the Force, both the Dark Side and the Light Side."
"Dark Side?" Harry asked with a scowl. "Like dark magic?"
"When we were alive, the majority of strong Force users were split between the Jedi and the Sith," Bastila explained. "The Jedi used the Light Side of the Force, emphasizing defense and knowledge. While that sounds good, they worked so hard to avoid the negative consequences of strong emotions that they ended up trying to suppress and deny all emotion entirely, cutting themselves off from the rest of society. It wasn't healthy. The Sith, in contrast, used the Dark Side of the Force, which is more aggressive and is fueled by strong emotions. While it was good that they recognized the importance of passion and emotion in a well-rounded life, they tended towards selfish emotions to the exclusion of everything else. As a result, they became dedicated to conquest and control over others. There was no balance in either group."
"And so neither group understood love," Hermione concluded.
Bastila nodded. "Love was condemned among the Jedi because they feared the negative consequences of feelings of jealousy and loss. They decided that it was better to never love than risk losing what one loves. It was also condemned among the Sith because they looked down on such attachments as a weakness that could be exploited by one's enemies. As you can imagine, neither group understood the power and strength that a Force user can get from love."
"The third factor was that we kept telling people things that they didn't want to hear," Revan continued. "In addition to saying unpopular, uncomfortable things about the nature of the Force, I was also aware of the existence of a large group of dark Force users calling themselves the True Sith. They had created an empire well outside of Republic space and were building up to the day when they could invade. I warned others that we needed to prepare, needed to build up defenses, but no one wanted to believe me. No one wanted to make inconvenient changes to their comfortable lives, especially so soon after a devastating war. They accused me of inciting panic, of wanting to take over myself, and in the end that was the final impetus which forced us to flee."
"That sounds awfully familiar," Harry muttered.
"How so?" Revan asked.
When Harry just scowled darkly, Hermione answered for him. "Harry's been having problems like that for a while. A Dark Lord everyone thought was dead returned at the end of our fourth year of school, and for the entire following year the government libeled him, saying he'd lied about seeing Voldemort's resurrection. We finally beat him three years ago, but ever since we've been trying to tell other witches and wizards that they need to improve society to eliminate the factors that helped give rise to such darkness. That they need to reduce corruption in order to make society more fair. And that soon non-magicals are likely to discover them, especially if they keep stumbling around in ignorance of the non-magical world. No one has wanted to listen, and because we refused to be silent or support the Ministry, we've been marginalized. Even most of our friends have started ignoring us, preferring the rosy picture that the Ministry has painted of life after Voldemort's defeat over our dire warnings."
"We're not even sure if we want to stay in magical society anymore," Harry added. "That's why we're here, together. We've been studying magical and non-magical topics in order to figure out where our futures should be. We were both raised in non-magical society, so we're comfortable living there."
"The fact that we have been doing this together and were planning to stick together, without questioning it, probably should have clued us in to the fact that we felt more than mere friendship for each other," Hermione observed as she reached out to take Harry's hand.
Bastila smiled while Revan nodded and said, "Yes, that story sounds very similar. I doubt that it's a coincidence, too. The Force often brings people to the right place and time where they can do the most good. One of the things that Force users of our time learned, in fact, was how to meditate in ways that allowed them to be guided by the Force to where they were most needed. We were unable to help our society because the powers arrayed against us were simply too big for us to overcome, but it's possible that the Force brought you two together, here and now with our holocron, in order to enable you to achieve success where we failed."
"You mean, you can help us fix the problems in magical society?" Harry asked.
"Magical and non-magical," Revan clarified. "Yet there are no guarantees. Like us, you are but two people standing against an entire world. Success will not come easily, but ultimately the choice will be yours as to whether you try or not."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"We can offer you two options," Bastila said. "In both cases, we will train you in everything we know, though depending on your choice will have to focus on different topics. With the first option, you can leave your planet entirely — abandon your fellows to the fate they are making for themselves after refusing for so long to heed your advice. The starship we used to travel here should still be accessible — we expended a great deal of magic and Force energy to ensure that it would be hidden and preserved, even for millennia if necessary."
"I've always wanted to go into space," Hermione said, her voice filled with wonder. "I can barely imagine what it must be like to travel to other planets... Oh! And encounter other species!"
"Alternatively, when we train you we can give extra attention to the skills and knowledge you would need to change your society for the better," Revan went on. "In addition to learning how to unite both sides of the Force as well as magic, you will hopefully learn how to unite magical and non-magical society, eventually transforming your primitive planet into a major power that will reach across the stars."
"But how...?" Harry started.
"As we said before, this holocron is unique," Revan explained. "Not only does it contain the combined knowledge of the two of us, but also millennia worth of scientific knowledge and technological information. It will take time and effort, but it will be possible for you to recreate the level of technology that the two of us once knew — especially with our ship, the Ebon Hawk, and all its contents as models to work from."
"So these are your options," Bastila concluded. "Leave your world to its fate so you two can explore the stars on your own, learning and travelling as you see fit; or stay and begin the long, arduous, and possibly thankless task of remaking your world in a new image." She gazed at them expectantly. "Which do you choose?"