Everything was a haze, pictures moving rapidly before his eyes. He could see a boy fighting for his life against a giant snake, the same boy standing tall in the face of dark robed spirits trying to kill him. Things started to move faster, the boy was lying on the ground, screaming as his body spasmed with unnatural pain, and he saw a tall thin man, a face wither than the pales ivory with a slitlike nose, and burning crimson eyes filled with such hate and malovence that it chilled Harry to his very bones come closer, before a green light hit him and everything went black, and even as Harry fell into the darkness he could hear that cold humourless lagh.

Harry awoke with a start, frantically looking around to find his destination., untill he remembered last night's adventure. Shivering Harry looked at the primitive fireplace and the small qantity of firewood standing in a metal box beside it. He put as much wood as possible in the fireplace before squesing off a couple of shots with his blasterpistol. After having a little fire burning Harry removed his wet clothing and sat in front of the fireplace warming himself in nothing but a pair of trousers.

That vision, beacuse harry was sure that it had been a vision, had been very disturbing, and for some reason the Force told him that he knew that boy, but the things that the persons had performed were unknown to him.

As Harry sat in a relaxed medatative stance, allowing the Force to flow through him and give him that warm welcome presence, he heard as from far away a slight crack, and he felt the Force shift massively, and then he sensed it,.

There was someone outside, someone had in a strange way used the Force to transport him or herself to this island, and was now walking towards the door. Harry immideately jumped into action, with a flick of his hand, his lightsaber flew into his waiting hand, and with another flick, his tunic was caught in his other.

Without waiting Harry quickly donned his tunic, strapped on his boots, and turned towards the door. The welcomin snap-hiss of his lightsaber activating brought a comforting and secure feeling to his mind, and allowed him to relax.

He reached out through the Force, lightly brushing against the man whom was approaching the hut. The man was Force Sensitieve no doubt in that, but for some strange reason he was different to anything harry had ever felt before. His presence told of someone loving and caring, devoted to the well being of others, yet the way the Force manifested in him was...dark to use a word, and yet not corrupting.

A knock was heard from the other side of the door. "Who are you? And what are you doing here"? asked Harry.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry, now could you please let me in I have no harmful intentions I promise", came the muffled voice through the door.

With a slight push of the Force the door swung open, and an old man walked in. Albus Dumbledore was tall and thin, with a silver white beard and hair so long that he could tuck it in under his belt. He wore ankle high boots of a dark brownish type of leather, a dark travelworn coat.

Dumbledore closed the door and sat down in a slightly rundown sofa. Taking of his coat he revealed a set of flowing elegant magenta silk robes, embroidered with something that looked like a sour fruit that harry vagely remembered from his previous life here on earth. Looking up Harry could see the old face of Albus Dumbledore. The man had obviously had a few rough years lately and his face was lined with old wrinkles, but his eyes were of another metter. The lightly azure orbs framed by some peculiar half-moon glasses had a joyous twinkle and combined with the large smile beneath his beard and mustache made him seem full of life, energy and youth instead of an old man over 150 years old.

"I take it you are Harry then", said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling as he seized Harry up and down.

"Indeed", said Harry, as he moved closer to Dumbledore, before stopping about 6 feet away. "I am Harry Potter yes, how come"? asked harry curiously.

Dumbledore looked at the young boy in front of him. "That thing in your hand, what is that"? said Dumbledore, cleverly avoiding the question.

"This", said Harry pointing at his lightsaber, " is a lightsaber, the weapon of a jedi, and if used by those unskilled with it, deadly both to the wielder and those around him", answered Harry, and with another hiss, the yellow beam of energy dissapeared back into the cylinder.

"Ah very well", ssaid Dumbledore cunfused. "I have come here to find you Harry, you have been presumed dead for years now,...and I must say it is mostly my fault. You see, after the night your parents died, I was the one who placed you at the Dursleys, in the belief that you would be safe there, from everything. It appears that I was wrong, and by not checking up on you I made my mistake even biger", said Dumbledore sadly.

Harry felt a wave of emotions hit him, "so this is the man who placed me at the Dursleys, this is the man whois the reason I was beaten regularly always mistreated bullied and neglected", Harry's thoughts continued, anger at Dumbledore for placing him with his relatives, hatred at his relatives for the way they treated him. Harry felt a pool of energy well up inside him, whispering to him, telling him o strike down the man who had caused him his misery, but he remembered, he remembered his Master back at Couruscant, his friends, the teachings of the Jedi, he would not fall down into that pit of arkness...he would not become a new Exar-Kun.

With a deep sigh Harry sat down at the floor, cross legged before looking up at Dumbledore who still looked sadly at him.

"I- I dont like the fact that you put me in with my relatives, but I would like to hear your reasoning first...before coming to any conclusions", Harry innvardly winced, he sounded almost as stiff as Master Vrook there, a very disturbing thought for Harry who had taken to like everything that didn't involve seriousness.

Dumbledore looked relieved at Harry's answer. "Ok harry, you might not know it, but out there there is an entire world with witches and wizards, a magical world were both of your parents are from. Now about three decades ago, a former student of mine named Tom Marvolo Riddle, started gathering up followers. Tom who grew up not so unlike you only in an orphanage, hated all muggles, non-magic people", explained Dumbledore to Harry's confused look.

"He hated muggles for what the had done to him, for being weak, and so he wanted to exterminate all muggles and muggleborn, who are wizards and witches with non-magical parents. A form of our wizarding society called purebloods, wizards and witches who have been magical for many generations, started joining him. Most purebloods agreed with him at first, that all power should be given to the purebloods, but many started to have second thoughts after seeing how far he went to achieve power".

"It was dark times Harry, you couldn't know who to trust or not, reports about people dissapearing or having been murdered during the night occured almost daily, and everyone was afraid. Tom had made a new name for himself, by simply swithing the letters in his name he came up with the name Lord Voldemort, and witches and wizards still fear to speak his name. Anyways one night he came to your home, and killed your parents, and yet here comes the strange part" sighed Dumbledore. "When he tried to kill you, his curse backfired, and almost killed him, destroying his body and rendering him nothing more but a mere spirit, and beacuse of that you are famous in our world Harry, you are the boy-who-lived, beacuse you are the only known survivor of that curse", explained Dumbledore.

Harry sat wide eyed, so that was what those nightmares he had about green light, unbearable pain and a high malicous laugh. Almost below a whispered Harry muttered the words "avada kadavra", what made him say it he didn't know, all harry knew was that for some strange reason this was the curse he had been hit with.

"So so I am a wizard you say", asked Harry. "Yes Harry you are a wizard, and if you want to, you are invited to become a student at my school Hogwarts, here is the letter by the way, explaining all the items you need for Hogwarts if you decide to join up", answerd Dumbledore smilingly, as he handed Harry a heavy envelope. Harry opened it and took out a heavy sort of paper with green ink written over it.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

He slipped the paper behind and read the second parchment that was in the letter.

Uniform
First year students require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry nametags.

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter standard, size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Harry looked at the letter for a moment, he doubted it was a koke, after all he had seen and heard stranger things before, but there was still the little voice in his mind roaring like uncle Vernon, "THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC". Steeling himself Harry asked, where can I get all of this stuff, I havent been anywhere else here on Earth sake for Surrey and this run down shack", Harry said, before realizing his slip up.

"Do not concern yourself about that Harry, I shall follow you to where you shall find all of your equipment", Harry breathed out a thankful sigh, "However, I will need to know exactly where you have been these years Harry, and what you have been doing", Dumbledore looked at him a bit sharply, clearly expecting an explanation.

Harry liked this Dumbledore fellow, he really did, but he was not so keen to reveal everything about the Jedi and his former whereabouts to the first man here on Earth who showed him some kindness just like that, beacuse as of yet, he didn't know who he could trust.

"Well, what can I say headmaster", said Harry evasingly, "The Force works in mysterious ways, and I do not feel that the time has come just yet to reveal all aspects of my life after I left Earth, suffice to say I grew up on the planet of Couruscant as a member of the Jedi order, and lets just leave it at that", said Harry while subtly moving his hand, using the Force to bolster his suggestion to Dumbledore's subconcious, and then try to leave the subject at that.

Dumbledore however, was shocked at what harry had done, he had felt the suggestion, but his occlumency barriers had held it out, how Harry had learned such powerful magic he did not know, but he decided to leave it at there, and instead keep a much closer eye on the boy.

"Very well", said Dumbledore with a false smile. "I suggest you get some sleep Harry, and tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley to get your equipment".

Harry just smiled at Dumbledore, before closing his eyes, and allowing the Force to flow through him, calming him, and closing his mind to everything but the calming whispers of the Force, and fell asleep.

Harry awoke early next morning, and he could see that Dumbledore was already awake, and was awake, currently sitting by a table that had definately not been there the day before. "Ah Harry you're awake, good sit down and have a spot of breakfast wil you", he said smiling.

Harry yawned and did a couple of stretches before getting up and sitting down by the table. He grabbed a bit of toast, and some eggs and started eating. "Where are we going anyway"? he asked.

Dumbledore swallowed. "We'll be going to Diagon Alley, which is in London", Harry nodded, and took a deep gulp of the goblet with something that Dumbledore called pumpkin juice.

After they had finished breakfast Dumbledore offered Harry the his arm. "I'm going to apperate us Harry, apperating is the ability to dissappear and reappear at another place at almost the same time, and it may feel a little bit uncomfortable". Harry grabbed tightly on Dumbledore's arm, before Dumbledore and Harry dissapeared with a loud CRACK!

Harry felt his breath get blown out of him, he felt like he was being squeesed through a thick rubber tube, the air compressing around him, and just as soon as it had started, it was over. Harry looked around, and saw that they were standing in a deserted small backalley.

Dumbledore however seemed unfazed by this, and simply put out a thin stick he had with him, and tapped on a couple of the bricks over a set of trash cans. To Harry's great amasement the bricks started moving out of the way, and in the span of a few seconds the stood before a great archway, and beyond was a street filled with people mulling around.

Dumbledore pocketed his stick, and walked towards a great white building at the end of the street with quick long stribes, so Harry had to run to follow. As they walked, people stopped and turned around and stared after them, some peopl just looked gobsmacked at them and many others started to whisper amongst themselves and all the while pointing at harry, or more presicely his scar.

Dumbledore increased his pace, and quickly went through the great wooden doors of the white building. Harry with his small knowledge of the letters used here on Earth managed to make out that the name of this place was Gringotts, "a wizarding bank run by Goblins", Dumbledore had told him at breakfast earlier that morning.

The wandered into a large antechamber which could easily fitted the entire Privet Drive number 4 in, and well have place for more. Before them stood two small creatures, with shining metal armour with details in gold and bronze, bot of them carried a large intimidating axe. Harry grasped around the reassuring hilt of his lightsaber, and watched amazed at the large set of doors that stood before them.

The entire door was made out of gold, filled with imagery of what looked like ancient battles between wizards and Goblins, the spotless gold was a striking contrast to the white marble that surrounded the rest of the building.

Beyond the door was a large wide hall, with dark walls, and a polished mahogany floor, and large oaken counters was standing around the room with more Goblins sitting behind them on tall stools. Harry followed Dumbledore up to the nearest counter, and stared in fascination at a large grithed Goblin, with rows of sharp teeth in his mouth.

"Mr.Harry Potter, would like to make a withdrawal", said Dumbledore while giving the Goblin a small golden key, "in addition, I have come to pick up the package in vault seven-hundred-and-thirteen".

The Golbin frowned as he read a letter Dumbledore had offered him, before waving over a Goblin standing at the entrance to another golden door.

"Griphook, please escort mr.Dumblore and Potter down to their respective vaults will you", said the Goblin hurredly to the other Goblin who had come running over to them. Griphook nodded, before starting to walk back towards the door he came from, Dumbledore immidiatly followed him. "thank you for your services sir", said Harry to the Goblin behind the counter, giving him a deep bow, before turning and following Dumbledore and Grophook, he failed to see the stunned look on the several Goblins who had overseen the conversation.

Harry and Dumbledore followed Griphook into a large torch-lit cavern, and watched as Griphook clapped his hands and a trolley on small weels came speeding down to them on a long rail network. Thay sat down in the cart, and then it sped downwards at an alarming rate.

Harry laughed as the wind brushed against his face, enjoying the wild rollercoster ride, true it wasn't anything compared to flying but it was definately funny. He tried to remember the different twists and turns, left-right-right-left again then right and straight forward, but he lost count quickly.

After a few minutes the cart stopped. "Vault sixhundred-and-ninety-three", announced the Goblin. Harry followed Griphook and Dumbledore off the cart, and looked in exitement as Griphook turned the key around in one of the many looks and the door swung out.

For a few seconds a green mist crept out, before he got a clear view of the inside of the vault.

There were piles, piles with large golden coins, hills of silver coins, and what could be considered mountains of small brass coins.

"This-this is all mine"? asked Harry breathless. "Yes, it is, your parents vere well off Harry, and made sure you wouldnt have to starve for quite some time", said an amused Dumbledore. "The brass coins are knuts, and the silver ones are sickles and the large gold ones are galleons. There are seventeen sickles in a galleon and 29 knuts in a sickle so it should be easy for you to figure out the rest".

Harry admired his money even more, jedi or not the sight of such money would probably even have given Vrook a few ideas about what he would spend it on, and that was saying something. Harry grabbed a bag, and started shoving as much money as possible in it before putting it in his pocket, and stepping out and into the cart again.

A short speedy ride and the stopped at vault seven-hundred-and tirteen, on which Griphook simply stroke his finger along the middle of the door. The door gave a little hum before parting. Harry who had watched amazed at the mechanism, feeling it through the Force, gave a slight gasp as the energy of whatever resided in there hit him. It was a powerful presence, and Harry instantly knew that whatever was inside there, it was something of great importance.

Dumbledore quickly grabbed the only thing in the room, a small package wrapped in a shabby looking brown paper, before returning to the cart placing himself beside Harry again.

"If anyone other than a Gringotts Goblin had tried that, they would have been sucked through the door and trapped in there", said Griphook. "And how often do you chek if someone are in one of those vaults"? asked Harry a bit curiously. "Oh about every ten years or so", said Griphook with a smug grin.

Dumbledore looked at Harry questioningly, "is there something wrong Harry"? he asked worringly.

Harry pondered his words a bit. "That package you took, it just...caught me unawares, and it's presence just made me feel a bit strange thats all". Dumbledore frowned at Harry, "You mean, you felt the presence of this...ah item that I have with me here"? he asked intrigued.

"Well, yes, I mean it's obvious that it has to be some form of crystal or similar as I have felt other presences almost like it, and I know for a fact that it has to be very strong in order to keep that much power contained within...and it would most likely make a powerful focusing crystal for a lightsaber", he added with an afterthought, he did not notice that Dumbledore had gone white as a sheet at Harry's guess.

After a few more minutes Harry and Dumbledore was once again standing outside in the right sun outside of Gringotts, harry had wisely drawn his brown hood on to make sure he was not recognised. They decided that they would start by getting Harry his books, and while Dumbledore was fetching the books Harry would need, Harry was scanning the shelves for anything he might want to by outside that of which was on his list.

To Harry's surprise he found four books written on something that looked like a slightly different version of Galactic Basic, and he could tell that the books had to be very old, having found something that interested him, he picked the three books of the shelf before heading to the cashier."Why would you want those books kid, no one knows what's in'em, and lemme tell ya tha' tis a waste off ye'h money", Harry simply shrugged and gave him the money required.

Next Dumbledore told Harry to go to Madam Malkins robes for every occasion and get fitted with his school robes, while he would procure Harry's other stuff, and then they would both meet at Ollivanders near the end of the street.

Inside Madam Malkins, Harry took a look around, from what he could see there was fabric and different robes everywhere, and two giant windows at the front, and a small counter at the back of the shop.

"Hogwarts dear"? asked a lady who harry guessed to be madam Malkin. He nodded to her, and removed his brown robe. "I need scool uniforms, and was wondering if you could also fit me with two sets of the clothing I have on me now, exept I want in in black and dark grey instead".

The with nodded at Harry, before leading him over to a small stand. "I have another in for fitting right now, so you should be just fine", she smiled. She placed him next to another boy. Said boy was tall thin, with short gel slicked platina blond hair, greay calculating eyes, and a slightly stuck up face.

Harry immidiately got a bad feeling from the boy, and figured him out for a spoiled bully before the boy even started talking to him.

"Hogwarts too huh"? he drawled. Harry nodded stiffly.

"Me too", the boy continued. My mother is next door aquiring books, while my father is looking on wands, and after that I think I'll make him go with me to look at racing brooms, I'll just sit myself down on him until he buys me one, and then I'll just figure out a way to smuggle it in".

For some reason the boy reminded him strongly of Dudley, and Harry was trying his best to seem calm and uncaring.

"I say it's criminal that they don't allow first years to have brooms with them to school, and father thinks that it's a direct crime if I dont make the quidditch team, and I must say I agree...do you play quidditch"? he asked Harry.

Harry looked at the boy raising an eyebrow, "No I dont". The boy looked arrogantly at Harry before plowing on.

I hope that I'll be put in Slytherin, my whole family has been in Slytherin for generations, although Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad. But imagine getting put into Hufflepuff, I think I've would've quit wouldn't you"? he asked.

While innvardly thinking on what in the name of the Force Slythering, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff was, harry nswered in a steely tone. "I'm sure that wherever I get placed it s where i was meant to be", before looking away again.

"Oh yeah", the boy sneered. "What about your parents were they our folk too or what", he was getting increasingly rude, and Harry was fastly becoming agitated, so he turned around and looked the boy in his face. "You dont want to talk to me, you will stay silent while I'm in here", Harry said while casually wawing his hand, using the Force to trick the young boy's mind.

"I wont talk to you while you're in here", the boy said arrogantly, before promptly turning his face away from Harry. Harry smiled, sometimes humans in general were just too simple minded for their own good.

"Okay that's it dear", said madam Malkin to him, as she took him to the counter. "That would be seven galleons and nine sickles", Harry handed her the money and accepted the bag with his robes, before once again donning his brown robe and walking back out into the street. A quick walk later, and he found himself inside Ollivanders, makers of fine wands since 323 A.D.

The dark cramped store was filled with long small boxes, and Harry could feel the power of the Force in this room, so static, like there were large amounts of untapped energy within the room, yet it could not be used fo thiose not meant to use it, he didn't understand it. His musings however was interrupted as he felt a man sneak up on him behind.

Harry whirled around, his hand gripping his deactivated lightsaber. "I would appreciate if you didn't sneak up on me like that, I wouldn't want to hurt you you know", he said calmly.

The man stared at Harry with silvery eyes, before gripping a measure tape.

"My apoligy Mr.Poter, it is a little amusement trick of mine. It seems as only yesterday that your parents were here to buy their first wands, ah yes James Potter favoured a Mahogany wand ten inches with unicorn hair, nice for Transfiguration, of course I say favoured, but it is in reality the wand who chooses the wizard, and not otherwise, and as such you will never get quite the same results with another persons wand", he said mysteriously.

"Which is your wand arm"? he asked suddenly. "Eh I'm ambidextrous", Harry answered sceptically as he wondered if Ollivander meant right or left handed.

Ollivander looked intrigued at Harry for a moment before going off, muttering for himself. A minute later he emerged with a thin stick of dark wood. "Here, Ebony ten and a half inches, dragon heartstring core good and crafty", he said giving it to Harry.

Harry grasped the wand, instantly feeling something wrong, he swished it downwards and thusly managed to demolish Ollivanders filing cabinet.

Ollivander chuckled for himself, waving of Harry's apoligy like nothing had happened, before returning with another wand, which had similar disastrous results.

Ater half an hour trying to find the correct wand, Harry decided to try himself instead. Closing his eyes, he allowed the Force to fill him up, it's comforting presence showing two small bands snirkling away from him. Harry put away the wand He held, and followed the trails, Ollivander, and Dumbledore who had arrived only few minutes ago looked on in interest as Harry dissapeared towards the back of the shop.

Harry stopped in front of a shelf so dusted that he believed that there hadn't been collected a wand from it in several years. He picked up two of the boxes on the shelf, picking out the wands inside. He felt a great surge flow up his arms, and he aised his arms, before swishing them downwards, great sparks of red gold and green spurting out from both of them.

He walked back over to Ollivander, placing both of the wands at the counter. "These two please", he said.

Ollivander looked stunned at him for a second. "Hmm two wands, interesting. Holly eleven and a half inches phoenix feater, nice and supple yes, and Ivory twelve inches dragon heartstring good for curses es most interesting indeed, that would be twenty seven galleons Mr.Potter", Harry gave him the coins, accepted the wand and walked towards Dumbledore, before stopping halfway and turning around.

"Exuse me, but what was so interesting", he asked curiously. Ollivander looked at him for a moment before answering.

"It was interesting that those wands would chose you, since the Holly wand's brother gave you that scar, yes Yew thriteen inches very powerful wand and in the wrong hands...if I had only known what that wand would do...and the other wand you have there is even mroe interesting, it once belonged to a man named Tulak Hord, a very powerful wizard, who died quite long ago, some say his teachings are still to be found in his tomb, but no one has of yet found it...yes strange indeed", and then he suddenly turned around and walked into a room at the back of the store.

Harry stood rooted to the spot, so his wand was the brother wand of Voldemort who had killed his parents, while the other belonged to some ancient wizard named Tulak Hord. For some strange reason Harry couldnt rid his mind later about the fact that he believed he ahd heard the name Tulak Hord before somewhere, and it was most disturbing that he couldn't remember where.

Dumbledore took Harry with him back into the alley where they had started their trip to Diagon Alley, but instead of stopping he walked into a door standing at the other side of the wall. The door it seemed led into a little pub known as the Leaky Cauldron, a little run down pub that seemed to be a gathering point for all sorts of withces and wizards.

Dumbledore ordered a room from the barkeeper Tom, who them led them up to room nine, safely inside Dumbledore turned to Harry again.

"Well Harry, here is your trunk along with all of your items, you should also fin instructions there about how to get to the train on september the first. Secondly I hope that you dont go too far away from the pub, at least not in muggle London, oh and here this owl here is for you as a birthday presant, I kind of owe you that considering on the place I sent you to" Dumbledore said.

Harry smiled in thanks as he saw the beautiful snowy white owl. "Thank you for everything Headmaster Dumbledore", Harry said, before bowing low and walking over to the bed for some much need rest.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry before turning around. "I shall see you on september the first then Harry, goodbye" he said, as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. After he was gone Harry fell into the pillows and fell asleep instantly.

An there was another chapter, hope my grammar was a bit better this time though...meanwhile I'm exited to see if anyone can manage to figure out what it is about the previous owner of Harry's wand. That said, I also want to know what you my dear readers want,

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Light/Good guy Harry? please just say what you want in your rewiews. No matter what, I will be making both good and evil Harry, but one of the versions will of course be alternate from the real story, so exactly as you can do in most starwars games, you guys get to decide what choice Harry will take light or dark. (although seeing as I have never written evil before it might be a bit more diffucilt mind you, but I'll manage)

Thanks for the rewiews everyone you guys are a real inspiration. so until next update

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