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With those disturbing images Harry blissfully passed out, from the mental exhaustion he had suffered during the day. With a shrug of their shoulders Dumbledore and Hagrid turned to walk up to the castle, Dumbledore floating Harry along by the tip of his wand, and both breathed a collective sigh of relief as he was delivered into the 'tender mercies' of Madame Pomphrey.

Chapter 9.Return of the Master.

'Where am I? and why in the name of the Force do I feel like crap?'. Those were the thoughts of Harry as he was slowly waking, of course when he asked himself those questions the memories of the previous day came back, and he realized that the reason he felt sick was because of the enormous wave of Dark Side energy that had been released through him at so short a time.

"Ah Mr.Potter you are back amongst us I see"? an elderly woman wearing a white apron said. Harry however decided that the beast thing to do was to empty the contents of his stomach in an impressive spray that almost hit the stern nurse. A few more dry heaves later and Harry wiped his mouth, attempting to re-establish his inexistent inner calm. "I feel like crap", Harry wheezed out.

The nurse simply raised an eyebrow at his obvious statement. "Indeed, well I shall have to examine you now that you are awake so if you just, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING YOUNG MAN"! she suddenly shrieked, as Harry had simply risen out of bed and started walking towards the door.

Harry winced and thought one of his eardrums had snapped. "In case you are wondering Madame Pompfrey I am going to walk outside and find a nice quiet place in the grounds so I can re-centre myself, there is no illness with me that you can heal", he said silently.

Although by the look on the nurse he should not have said that. "Well excuse me Mr.Potter, but I am the school nurse and as such I will decide weather or not you are healthy enough to exit my ward, and just how do you know that I can not help you? I am a qualified healer, which is more than you can say", she snapped.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her tirade. "Trust me I know what I am talking about, I'm simply dealing with overexposure of Dark Side energies, energies more powerful and intricate than you can understand", he raised his hand as she was about to cut him off. "I do not believe anyone can understand the true power or nature of the Dark Side, but I know that the only thing that can help me is peaceful meditation, and until I find my calm back again, my moods can become unpredictable and therefore dangerous, and trust me I have no wish to harm anyone", he finished, as he draped his cloak around him and put his hood on, before disappearing in the shadows of the corridor, leaving a sputtering nurse behind.

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Back in Albus Dumbledore's office, things were starting to shape up. He had fixed most of his items, managed to placate the fluffy grilled turkey that was his phoenix companion, and he had also managed to convince the sorting hat to give him just enough information about young Harry Potter to verify that he had indeed spoken the truth earlier.

As he had pondered on exactly what he could do to make sure Harry did not go down the dark path that Tom Riddle did the hat had simply laughed at him. "Albus, if he truly wanted to go dark you would stand no chance in stopping him, he is the most slippery conniving Slytherin I have met besides Salazar himself. If you had just know all the things he has managed to slide his way out off where he has been living for some time, or how that mind of his works you would have gotten chills down your spine", those words did little to placate Albus' fears and he told the hat so.

"Don't worry Headmaster, I said that he was a sneaky slippery boy capable of getting out of most trouble with authority without even telling a lie, instead he bends the truth by using little wordplays and excessive use of loopholes, but the boy is not evil, he has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong, so as long as you do not try to manipulate the boy and take your time to listen to him everything should be fine", and with those words the hat fell silent again.

Dumbledore's musings however was cut to an end as Severus Snape entered his office. "Ah Severus please sit down", he said gesturing to a chair," lemon drop"? at Snape's roll of eyes he put the bowl back as well as popping one into his own mouth, enjoying the sour taste it brought to him.

"You called me Headmaster", Snape said through gritted teeth. At this Dumbledore's twinkle dimmed, not a good sign for Snape.

"Yes I did Severus, I have looked back over the day, and has come to the conclusion that you went way too far with Mr.Potter", more he could not say as Snape had jumped up from his chair with his face contorted in hate.

"What, you can not seriously believe that, he attacked me, arrogant as his bloody father he had no respect whatsoever, and if you do not remember, he threatened to kill me in this very room right before your eyes and what's more", this time it was Dumbledore who had cut him off.

Dumbledore had risen to his feet, his face pronouncing the sheer rage he currently felt, and his aura was powerful enough that Snape sat down into his chair automatically.

"No Severus", he said, his voice thick with barely controlled anger. "For years I have received complaints from other teachers and students about your behaviour and the behaviour of your students. I have given you far too much leeway. I truly believed that you had changed, but to deliberately insult the parents of an orphan whose fault it is that he became an orphan is your own fault to a large degree, and to further insult him by attempting to enter his mind after he shoved you out, to attack his mind with enough force to permanently injure him".

Here Dumbledore stopped to take a calming breath, discretely looking at Snape who had paled considerably from his previous heated face.

"It appears that you have not changed at all from your school days, and again I repeat my words from twelve years ago, you disgust me", Dumbledore said with venom in his voice.

"If you are in love with Lily Potter as you say you have always been, then you have a poor way of showing it", he said, enunciating the name Potter to drive his point through. Snape looked as though Dumbledore had slapped him, and could do nothing but splutter incoherent words.

"I understand your bitterness about not having the person you love", Dumbledore said in a softer tone, "but it was your own choices and behaviour that kept Lily away from you", he finished, looking with a small amount of pity at Snape who now had sunk together in the chair with a defeated expression on his face.

"So now I have decided to put my foot down on both your preferential treatments, your attitude problem with those students not of your house, and the behaviour of your students. You are officially on parole, and so I expect you to start keeping your Slytherins in line", Dumbledore said coldly.

"And further more you shall avoid antagonizing Harry Potter, he have resources behind him that if I am to trust the sorting hat, is simply beyond any of our abilities to defeat. If you can not follow through on these instructions you can find yourself another job", he finished.

Snape simply sat still for several seconds before he looked at the Headmaster, whose face was currently set in a stony mask of indifference. "I…I shall do my best Headmaster", he said before turning around and sweeping out of the office, leaving a sad Headmaster behind, who inwardly felt guilty about not having seen past his iron clad trust in the man until a young boy had opened up his heart about everything that he had felt over the years, and thoroughly demolished his office at the same time. In a corner at his perch Fawkes thrilled sadly in agreement.

As he was about to start on some belated paperwork his door banged up again, and a flustered Poppy Pomphrey came in. "Headmaster, it's Potter he ran away", here the Headmaster flew up "WHAT"? he shouted.

"It's true", she said. "He simply woke up, threw up all over the bed, before tidying up and he left, telling me some nonsense about exposure to Dark energies or something and that he needed to centre himself, he is out in the grounds somewhere", she said.

Dumbledore nodded before he instructed her to send McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout out to help look for him again, and then he went out into the grounds himself to try and locate young Harry in the darkness.

He had been searching for almost an hour before he saw a silhouette slightly darker than the rest of the ground, so he waved over the other professors to see what it was. When they were some fifteen feet away they could hear a voice speaking to them from the silhouette which obviously was the young Mr.Potter.

"Hello professors, what brings you outside this late at night"? he said.

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After Harry had walked away from the hospital wing, he had headed straight towards the entrance hall before continuing outside into the grounds. Using the Force to cloak himself from unwanted eyes Harry had walked along the shore of the lake, before finding a spot where he felt slightly calmer than before, as if it had a natural soothing presence. Sitting down Indian style, he had started by meditating.

Following the advice of both his Master as well as the mind healers he had started by sorting out his jumbled thoughts, before moving up to his memories, sorting each and every one of them back to their original place, and then came the hard part.

His darker memories was always the problem with this exercise, he had of course received a lot of help overcoming his past, but in order to place them he had to experience the memories again, all the emotions he had felt at the time he was forced to relive again as he sorted them and locked them away safely.

Almost as if he could feel the emotional trauma of his Padawan learner, Jedi Master Kavar tried as best as he could to help him, sending a soothing comfort through both the Master/Apprentice bond they shared, and the other special bond that Harry had formed with him over the years.

Feeling the faint presence of his Master, Harry went to sort his memories, and in a stroke of genius He used to Force to dull his perception to all senses including emotions. True to do so was about the same as making yourself handicapped to a Jedi who despite the Force, still needed their senses to act accordingly along with it, but at the moment it did not matter.

After what felt like an eternity Harry had once again centred himself, and now he was simply basking in the presence of the Force, allowing him to feel it better than he had ever done before.

And now his mind was floating, his perception was thrown far into the galaxy, and with a shock Harry realized that he was following the special bond he had formed with his Master over the years. He followed it closer and closer, until he was once again back amongst his Master's welcome presence.

In his chambers at the Jedi Temple at Couruscant Jedi Master Kavar's eyes widened in shock as he felt the presence f his Padawan back in his mind. 'Harry?', he asked, and he almost lost his serious composure when a cheeky 'yes Master' came back to him.

Calming himself once again, and desperately trying to suppress the tugging of his lips, he concentrated on his Padawan, adopting a sterner tone. 'And just where have you been Padawan?', he amused himself as he felt Harry lose some of his cheeky composure, that boy was simply to cheerful sometimes.

'It would be better if I shoved you Master, I shall do my best if you just follow me slowly I shall guide you to where I am' he said. And so Master Kavar followed, allowing himself to float through the bond as he memorised the way and the different star systems they passed, until they came to one of the unexplored planets on the outer rim, and further down to the surface on one of the islands and up to the north beside a large castle, he could finally see his Padawan.

'I am coming my young Padawan, I shall arrive within a few hours hopefully' he said to a relieved Harry. As he was about to leave Harry suddenly asked him a question. 'Can you bring my speeder? Please Master please, I've almost gone nuts without it, and I'm gonna need some lightsaber parts as well, I don't know why, I just know it' he finished.

Kavar snorted at his Padawan's pleading, if he took the speeder with him, he would probably start to get his grey hairs prematurely, the boy had a true death wish when it came to flying, and with all of the other trouble Harry had caused, though most had not been pinned on him was already giving him a good head start when it came to get his gray hairs, so with an elusive 'we'll see Padawan, we'll see', he had closed the connection between them, and delivered a report to the council that he had found his Padawan and was going to collect him.

As he was packing the stuff he was going to need, he looked over at Harry's speeder, standing innocently beside his ship, and to his horror he was already starting to feel guilty about having decided not to bring it. After all it was in perfect condition, not capable of going faster than 300 mph. He narrowed his eyes at the speeder, almost feeling as though it was giving him puppy eyes, and the then it was the hopeful tone in Harry's voice, with a shake of his head he came to the conclusion that it could not give him puppy eyes, it was after all a speeder not a living…feeling……thing!

"That conniving little punk", he grumbled to himself as he realized what was going on. He now realized why Harry had always gotten his will when it came to using his speeder. Trust the little kid who had adapted to Jedi training better than anyone he had seen, to place a compulsion aura on the speeder, to make Kavar more lenient when it came to using it, and now when he thought closer on it he realized that whenever Harry had asked him to take it 'for a spin' as he called it, they had always been near it.

However if it was broken, he could not fly it could he. Looking over it he came to a conclusion, it was for the greater good of course, and also for his own peace of mind, that he 'accidentally' broke the control panel, he could always blame it on vandals or something, and he would personally pay for the repairs so he could lesson his guilt. With that he started the ship and flew out of Couruscants atmosphere. Locking on to the hyperspace coordinates he flew towards earth going faster than the speed of light.

Meanwhile back on earth Harry pas panting as he resumed his meditation. The energy spent to converse over that distance was greater than he had believed, and so now he was using his meditation to regain some of his strength.

As he was nearing completion, he felt the presence of the Headmaster and some of the professors, most likely McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. "Hello professors, what brings you outside this late at night"? he said.

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The teachers were shocked. They had walked so quietly that even Minerva with her heightened senses due to being a cat animagus had not heard them, and then he had simply said hello to them, and with his back turned.

Albus Dumbledore though less shocked, was still very curious on how he had managed to detect them. He had briefly heard Harry mention The Force, some times but he had no clue as to what it was, or what it was capable of, his question to Harry was however brought up in advance by McGonagall.

"B-bu-but h-how did you? I mean how could you possibly know that we were here"? she stuttered.

Harry shared an amused laugh. "I could feel your presence in the Force, you are Force Sensitive's so I can feel you easier than I can feel a Force Blind person", he said amused.

"Harry m'boy", Dumbledore started only to be cut off by Harry. "I would appreciate if you would call me Padawan or Sentinel Potter, which is my Jedi rank. Only friends may call me by my name, and at the moment you are not my friend, so I ask you to respect my wishes", he finished.

Dumbledore looked mildly rebuked, but cut McGonagall off from making a retort. "Very well Padawan Potter. I have heard you mention this Force of yours several times and I am wondering on what it is exactly, and what is a Force Sensitive and a Force Blind person"?

Harry sighed for a moment, this was definitely going to take some time. Concentrating on the flat stone he was sitting on in a meditative position, he used to Force to lift it up from the ground, floating over to the Headmaster and his gobsmacked teachers holding it in the air so that he was eyelevel to them except from Flitwick that is.

"How shall I start?", he began. "The Force is, I guess you can call it life. It exists everywhere, around you, me, the stone, the trees, the hills, lakes everywhere you can imagine the Force exists. It is the power that binds the universe together, and it is the creator of all life. Without the Force there could not be life.

And then comes the difference between a Force Sensitive and a Force Blind person. A Force Sensitive, shares a connection to the Force, which allows him or her, to channel it through some form or another", he said, smiling as a light suddenly went up in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Yes Headmaster, all witches and wizards are Force Sensitive's, although you have the most unusual way to channel the Force, being that you force it to do your bidding by pushing it through your wands, by the help of movements and incantations. The result is that you use the Dark Side of the Force, yet I have come to the conclusion that your wands is what is saving you. They refine the energy you use, and focuses it to the point where you are untouched by the Dark Side corruption you would no doubt be exposed to, but as you can see in your history, not everyone manages to stay free of the corruption, and the 'Dark Arts' of your 'magic' is too strong to properly channel away all corruptive residue, making you all slowly but surely fall to the Dark Side, faster the more of the Dark Arts you use", Harry finished gravely, watching their shock, as they looked on their wands in a new light.

I admit that for a contained society you have been extremely clever and inventive, but your Force abilities are nothing compared to those of a Jedi. As I told you earlier Headmaster we use the Force for knowledge and defence and not for attack. It is true, we use it to better understand people, giving us a very good empathy when dealing with others.

Sadly Jedi are often caught up in conflict as well, and then we must fight. In a fight situation, we use the Force to enhance our capabilities. Superior speed, strength, reflexes. We can use to Force to read our opponents, so the we already know where they will strike us next, before even they have made up their mind about what to do. Another example is when I jumped through your window today. I used the Force to land perfectly at the ground without gaining a scratch, we can do other things as well of course, but the secrets of the Jedi are not mine to give, so any more questions about our abilities or on the Dark Side you shall have to ask my Master when he arrives", Harry said.

Before Dumbledore could ask about his Master Harry had continued. "Force Blind people are what you call muggles. They although they are as much a part of the Force as the rest of us, they do not have the connection that we have, making them unable to use it the way we Jedi, or you witches and wizards use it", Harry finished.

"A fine explanation Ha-Padawan Potter", Dumbledore corrected, "but how is it that some can use the Force, while others can't?"

"It is because of the midichlorians", Harry told the confused teachers. "Midichlorians are small living organisms that are a representation of the living Force, existing within all living cells. We share a symbiotic relationship with them", at their confused looks he tried to explain. "I mean that they are a part of us, and we of them, without the midichlorians there could not be life and by an extension the Force, and without life there could not be midichlorians, they need us just as much as we need them", he said, as they started to understand, vaguely. "And every person had a certain amount of midichlorians in every cell in their body, and we measure the amount of midichlorians normally from the bloodstream as it is easies to get cells from the blood".

He took a breath to calm himself a bit more before moving on. "Now some person has more midichlorians than others, and the more midichlorians a person have the more skill he will be able to have when wielding the Force, if I'm not mistaken there is a minimum of 7000 midichlorians per cell needed to be accepted for Jedi training, how much wizards have I honestly have no idea", he finished looking expectantly at the teachers.

Surprisingly it was professor Sprout who recovered first. "What is your midichlorian count"?

Harry chuckled. "Honestly I have no idea, whenever we try to take a sample of me, it constantly changes numbers, like I don't have a true midichlorian count, so the Council is still trying to find out what is wrong".

"Did you say that your Master is coming"? asked Dumbledore.

"Yes I managed to contact him through our bond, so he should be here within a few hours hopefully. But if there is nothing more I would like to retire to my dorm…unless you have something to tell me of course", Harry finished with a piercing look.

Dumbledore chuckled a bit before nodding at Harry. "I talked with professor Snape, and told him that if he does not change his behaviour and the behaviour of his students, against you especially I would have no choice but to fire him and hire a new Potions Master, and the Slytherin students are also going to receive much stricter punishments than what the have had to endure earlier, also any points you have lost have been restored and your detentions have been revoked, and as a last item I must agree with you, your choice of clothing is up to the required school regulations so you can continue to wear them".

With a smile of thanks Harry bid the professors goodnight, before lowering the rock and sprinting up to the castle.

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As Harry was running up towards the castle McGonagall looked sadly at Dumbledore. "What do you think the odds are for him going to bed Albus"? Dumbledore merely chuckled at her dejected tone. "I think that young Harry will be making many detours on his way up to Gryffindor tower, most likely to prepare the castle to give his Master a 'warm' welcome he finished with his beard twitching from suppressed laughter.

McGonagall however groaned. "Really Albus, you do realise that there will be collateral damage to the faculty and students as well", she asked sternly. At Dumbledore's chuckle she simply huffed before turning her devious mind to other business. 'Maybe I'll accidentally 'misplace' a few pranks myself, Lord knows that Albus deserves some of them' With a smile on her lips she too turned in, and walked quickly towards the Headmasters office, intent on giving some premature punishment for the seven years of hellish pranks she was sure she would have to endure.

However once she got there and was about to place her first prank, one that would make the gargoyle spit pink ink into the face of any attacker, she stopped still. Her cat instincts kicked in, and she could literally 'feel' the hairs raise on her neck. Several charms and similar later, a baffled Minerva McGonagall sat in her office, giggling like a fourteen year old schoolgirl (perish the thought that someone should see her). It appeared that Potter had come before her, and he apparently had the audacity to enter the Headmasters private chambers, before working his way through his office and the stairway down to the gargoyle, absolutely layering the area with pranks set to go off at random intervals, with another giggle she realized that the Headmaster was most likely going to become as paranoid as Alastor Moody someday soon. Content that punishment had been dealt out she went to sleep after draining a glass of scotch.

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The next morning Harry was the first person to arrive at the great hall, clad in his favourite green Jedi outfit. Looking around the hall he saw the students one after the other arrive, whispering to themselves and pointing at him, clearly his rendezvous with Snape had spread like wildfire through the school.

Half an hour later the hall was one again filled up, and beside Snape casting Harry the occasional hatful glare nothing special had happened, that was until the Headmaster arrived. Harry took one look at him before spraying pumpkin juice all over Ron who was opposite him.

The Headmaster was flustered. His long silver hair had been turned pink, and was put up into an impressive afro, while his beard was clearly singed, Harry winced, he had forgotten to remove the small incendiary charm on the door, and the poor Headmaster had singed his beard. He needed not have worried however as Harry could see the Headmaster twinkling with amusement directed at him, and with a few bangs from his wand he had managed to receive quiet from the hall.

"Nothing to worry about, I am merely opting for a new look for the immediate future", he announced with an amused laugh, before sitting down in his chair. He had barely sat down however, before a gnarling was heard, followed by a tearing sound and a yelp of pain as the Headmaster flew up from his chair, and started to cast a heap of spells on the chair before sitting down with a relieved sigh.

Harry grinned smugly at his fellow Gryffindors, who was begging him to tell what he had done. Of the pranking spree he had started during the night, he was most proud of the bite hex he had found, which would make any wooden surface try to bite whoever touched it. It would not cause damage except for some pain and minor bruising, but it had no scruples about tearing clothes apart, which was why the Headmaster was currently discretely casting some transfiguration spells behind his back, fixing the part of the robe which had been removed from his behind.

Harry's smug look was however replaced with a look of worry as he heard a booming voice yelling his name so that it sounded through the entire school. "JEDI PADAWAN HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHERE ARE YOU"? the voice yelled as the doors to the great hall banged open, revealing Harry's Jedi Master an all of his glory, causing several girls to shriek loudly and others including several teachers to raise their wands. Said boy who was being yelled at simply slumped in his seat, desperately trying to hide his Padawan braid which was very soon going to be yanked hard.

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Jedi Master Kavar was not in a good mood. First he had to avoid a very aggressive British air force, secondly he had to land some distance away from his destination so that he would not cause suspicion. After a long trek on which he had been ambushed by crazy animals on several occasions, he had finally come to the castle Hogwarts. After a brief admire of the view he had entered through the doors of the entrance, removing twigs and such that had hooked on to his person during the travel. After he had entered through the doors he had been subjected to the most embarrassing prank that had ever happened, but it was definitely Potter style.

He had been doused in a thick sticky black substance know as tar, before having a bout of feathers blown onto his person. Offering several curses in the many languages he knew, he had yelled his Padawan's name loud enough for everyone to hear, before stepping through the doors that led to the Great Hall, and what did he get, oh yes he got his eardrums violently assaulted by high girly shrieks.

Using the Force he had banished most of the feathers and tar off him, and his eyes narrowed as they stopped on a person wearing an unusual green coloured Jedi garb. That boy was currently slumped in his seat, holding on to his braid like it was a lifeline. "Come here Padawan", he said, watching as Harry tried to sink even lower in the seat. "NOW" he barked, and Harry shot up from the seat as though he had been electrocuted, plastering on a fake smile he had walked carefully over to Kavar, stopping just outside of grabbing range.

"Why Master it is so good to see you, but why were you wearing feathers and tar all over you"? he said innocently. Kavar had growled and Harry's expression of innocence quickly disappeared, while up at the head table many of the teachers were smiling broadly, finally someone who could handle Potter, seeing most people had lowered their wands the rest of the teachers did so as well, watching in satisfaction as the poor Padawn was chew out by his Master.

With impressive speed Kavar had grabbed Harry's braid, and yanked it so hard that Harry had to stand on his toes so he could avoid hanging in the air, whimpering from the pain it caused.

"I know very well it was you who place those pranks Padawan, they were suspiciously enough attuned to me", he was cut of by Harry's sarcastic "imagine that", and yanked a little harder, briefly showing amusement at Harry's yelp of pain as he had to stand even higher on his toes, and he thought with no small amount of amusement that Harry could have become one of those ballet dancers that were so popular in the higher societies, and he told Harry so.

Harry at hearing this let out an indignant squawk, and crossed his arms over his chest as well as planting his feet apart, before yelping again as his braid was still clutched firmly between his Master's fingers. Giving him enough slack so that he could stand on the ground Kavar addressed the teachers.

"I shall have to see if my student has kept up with his exercises, so we shall retire to the grounds so that I can test him", he said as he bowed before them. Dumbledore was about to answer when Harry whimpered, so he stopped to hear what he had to say.

Harry was terrified when his Master told him that he would test his skills, it was just another way of saying that he would beat the stuffing out of Harry in their lightsaber practice. With a whimper he turned to his Master again.

"Eh Master let's not be hasty about this shall we, after all Padawan homicide is looked down upon by the Council, it was just a harmless prank after all", he chuckled nervously, and again he cursed himself for saying the wrong things to his Master.

Kavar merely snorted at him. "Oh I wont kill you my young Padawan, only make you sweat a little, but seeing as you just now admitted the prank, you shall run four laps around the lake first before we begin, NO buts", he said as Harry tried to interrupt, "I shall be timing you, so off you go", and with a last curse at his Master, and the rest of his school whom were enjoying his predicament very much, he broke into a run towards the lake.

Lost Tomb in Egypt.

Tulak Hord hissed in irritation. The young Jedi fool's Master was currently at the planet, so he would have to delay his plans to teach the boy. After some concentration his ancient spirit managed to force enough energy into a device that allowed him adjust the wards around his tomb and the valley it was in.

A year or two and the wards would fall, and the Jedi learner would come to search it, Tulak was absolutely certain of it, and since he had waited for millennia, what was a few years more.

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AN:Cookie to the one who manages to guess why Harry's midichlorian count is messed up.

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