Mace and Yoda kept the appearance of the two strangers a total secret, so, naturally, everyone knew about it. Stories jetted through the temple faster than rogue rockets. In the halls, Padawans chatted excitedly:

"I heard they were stowaways; they've been hiding in the temple for years!"

"No, that's not right. "I saw them appear out of thin air. It was like magic!"

Truth is stranger than fiction.

In private quarters, knights and even Masters conversed about the strangers, sharing thoughts about the appearance and the strange new presence in the Force… Oblivious to it all, Harry lay in the Healers ward, perfectly unconscious.

-

The first time Harry woke up, it was to find an ancient looking green… creature (his mind would not permit using the word alien) staring down at him. He'd handled house-elves and even goblins, but in his supreme disorientation, this was just too much. He screamed and promptly passed out.

"Perhaps, we should let them wake up alone?" Mace Windu said, barely containing a smile.

"Perhaps," Yoda harrumphed as he followed Mace and the on-call Padawan out the door. "Anyway, make arrangements for them we must."

-

With a deft lunge and a practiced flick of the wrist, Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber flipped through the air and right into Obi-wan Kenobi's hand. Anakin groaned and gave a very un-Jedi like pout.

"You're not focused on defending yourself, Padawan. You must learn there is more to dueling than attacking."

"Yes, Master," Anakin responded grumpily.

Obi-wan allowed himself a small smile, "Again," he said, tossing Anakin his lightsaber. Just as the two assumed their first position, Master Kenobi received a call on his comm.

"Master Windu? Yoda's quarters? Yes, we're on our way."

Obi-wan set off at a brisk walk, beckoning for Anakin to follow. "What's going on?" Anakin asked as he fell into step beside Obi-wan.

He replied, "We're about to find out."

-

The next time Harry awoke, there was no old alien in his face. Actually, he was quite alone except for the sole occupied bed across from his. Groggily, Harry wondered where he was. He blearily opened his eyes and was confronted with an eye-watering whiteness. The hospital wing maybe? He couldn't remember getting there. In fact, the last thing he remembered was …Sirius…the veil!

Harry sat up and his eyes flew open. He felt more than looked for his glasses, finding them lying on a bedside table among an assortment of what he assumed were medicines. But he saw none of the familiar pill bottles or even potion vials. The table was cluttered with futuristic looking capsules that resembled cast-offs from a movie set.

"What the…"Harry muttered.

Harry panned the room and what he saw far from comforted him. High-tech gadgets and gizmos lined the walls. There were glass-covered cabinets full of capsules similar to the ones on his table. The far wall was taken up by a large panel covered in blinking lights and buttons. Absently, Harry thought an astronaut would feel right at home. He didn't recognize anything; everything was foreign, but Harry had been hurt enough times to know an infirmary when he saw one.

Looking around the room and trying to figure out where he was was starting to make Harry's head hurt, so he let his gaze drop down. Out of curiosity, he pulled back the corner of the thin white blanket covering him and found his clothes had been changed. He was wearing an odd assortment of heavy shirts and robes. Harry longed for his Hogwarts robes, even a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, anything familiar in a place so foreign. Sighing, Harry slumped back against his pillows.

On the other side of the room, Sirius had been idly watching Harry take in his surroundings. "So, where do you think we are?" he asked playfully.

"Sirius?"

"As always."

Harry smiled to himself, at least he wasn't alone. "Any ideas?" Sirius asked again.

"Not a clue." And at the moment, it didn't seem to matter that he had no idea where he was. Sirius was there with him.