A/N 1: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Star Wars.
A/N 2: It has been pointed out to me that this story is very similar to one by Sith Lord Darth Revan. The initial part of the story around Revan's rise to power is similar to that story. However, this one goes in an entirely different direction as a result of the Harry Potter crossover. If you enjoy the initial part of this story, I highly recommend you read some of Sith Lord Darth Revan's stories, they are very good.
Italics are thoughts and flashbacks. Thoughts in flashbacks will be in normal writing.
From now on I will be referring to Harry Potter as Revan Bloodraven
For those of you HP fans who aren't all that familiar with star wars I should probably provide you with some background, eh? Mandalorians are less of a species, and more of a culture: they assimilate new species into their own existing culture when they conquer a planet or people. The leader of the Mandalorians typically takes on the title of "Mandalore". Originally, the Mandalorian clans were led by the warlord "Mandalore the First" and were ranked amongst the best fighters in the galaxy, thriving for battle. They were known for their use of cutting-edge weaponry and held to a strict code of honor. They were a warrior race. Their society is divided up into different clans, with that clan being their last name. Ordo, Fett, and Bloodraven are examples of Mandalorian clans; I don't think I specified that in the last chapter. These Mandalorians wore crusader armor that differed from one soldier to the next. This story takes place almost thirty years after the war with Exar Kun, also known as The Great Sith War, and goes basically through the end of the Mandalorian Wars and possibly the Jedi Civil War.
Chapter 1 - The Early Years
The Mandalorian leader quickly walked down the halls of the stronghold on the planet Mandalore. His boots clinked against the durasteel floor as he stormed down the hall with his cap swirling out behind him. In his arms he carried a small bundle wrapped in a dark colored blanket. The leader was still fuming over his last encounter with the Jedi Master Kreia. How I hate that woman. How I hate the Jedi!
Mandalore broke that line of thought a looked down at the baby in his arms. The boy was destined for great things. Afterall he was going to be a Bloodraven, the deadliest of all the Mandalorian clans, and the only Mandalorians which are able to feel the force. If he's going to be one of us, I should get Kex to apply his clan mark. With this thought in mind Mandalore veered down a small corridor in the side of the main hall towards a plain door at the end of the hall. As he entered a small group of Mandalorian warriors jumped up from their seats and saluted their leader, by placing their right fist over their heart and bowing their heads. "Kex, this one here needs the mark of a Mandalorian conscript."
The largest man in the room slowly walked over to the child and removed him from his leaders arms, "What clan would he be belonging to then, Mandalore?"
Mandalore smirked at the quarter-master and said one simple word, "Bloodraven." The men in the room gaped at him, as Mandalore turned to leave he called back over his shoulder, "Once he has his mark, give him to Javreel. Tell him to train the boy as best he can, tell him that the brat's new name is Revan Bloodraven."
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The years passed quickly for young Revan. As a Mandalorian he was taught not to become emotionally attached to his adopted parents, knowing that one day they would die in battle; it was the way of a Mandalorian. He was the best in everything that he did, including his studies and all the combat training that the children were involved in from the time that they could walk. By the age of eight Revan was a proud boy with brilliant green eyes, black hair which hung down around his shoulders and the scar on his forehead. That scar was something that none of the Mandalorians could explain. Revan was happy as a Bloodraven, knowing that one day he would be the personal guard of and next in line to Mandalore himself.
Revan's life suddenly changed when the Jedi Master Kreia returned to his planet to take him to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple for his Jedi training.
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Kreia slowly steered the Corellian freighter onto the landing pad of the Mandalorian stronghold. As she landed she let out a sigh that she did not realize that she had been holding. It has been eight long years; I wonder how much young Revan has progressed since I left him with these barbarians. Kreia stood up from the pilot's chair and powered down the ship. She turned around and waved her hand in the general direction of the control panel causing the cockpit door to slide open and at the same time lowering the boarding ramp.
Slowly the old woman walked down the ramp and out into the harsh, dry atmosphere of the Mandalorian homeworld. She looked up at the dusty red sky, and shook her head. How I hate coming to these barren places. Yet, it is necessary, for I foresee that Revan will do great things. Terrible, but great. And I will help him on his way to greatness, gently probing him in the early stages of his training. He will have other masters, but in the end he will return to me. She slowly walked off of the landing platform and into the Mandalorian city of Nishtor.
"Ahh Mandalore," she crowed when she spotted the fearsome warrior, "take me to him." This was all she said, and it was all that was needed. More superfluous words would likely lead to a conflict that both warriors wished to avoid.
The leader turned his head to the aged Jedi Master, "You will have to fight Javreel in order to take the boy with you."
Kreia nodded her head, "So be it." And motioned for Mandalore to lead her on to her future pupil. They walked through the halls of the stronghold passing many Mandalorian warriors who gave her suspicious glances. Afterall the last Jedi that they had encountered was Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma, and by the time that those two had fought with the Mandalorians they were completely Sith.
The odd pair walked down the halls of the stronghold until Mandalore finally stopped in front of the door. "Revan is alone with Javreel in this room training. I will not be going with you; this is something that you must do on your own." With that having been said the Mandalorian leader spun on his heel and stormed off down the hallway, knowing in his heart that one of his best warriors was going to die today; but at least he would die with honor, losing to a Jedi.
Kreia watched the man walk down the hall and then turned to look that the door that Mandalore had pointed out before he had left. With a soft sigh she opened the door and walked through. The first thing that she saw was a young boy in training clothes practicing sword techniques against a dummy with a man standing along the side critiquing the boy's every move. When the man saw Kreia walking towards them he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and called out, "What do you want?"
Kreia kept walking forward, and merely said, "The boy is strong in the Force. He is to be trained in the ways of the Jedi."
Javreel looked down at Revan, he knew that Revan didn't like the Mandalorians, however he was not going to give up his heir to this woman merely because he was Force-sensitive. "I don't think so, you'll have to kill me to take him." Upon saying this he pulled out a vibrosword and fell into a flawless fighting stance.
The female Jedi Master pulled her lightsaber out of her robe and with the familiar snap-hiss activated it. A green beam of energy burst forth and she held it in front of her in a standard dueling stance. "As you wish," was all that she said before she leapt forward with an amount of speed and agility that caught Javreel off guard and immediately pushed him onto the defensive. Her lightsaber arced through the air towards Javreel's head as he brought his blade up to meet hers. Javreel then spun around in an attempt to sweep her legs out from beneath her, but she merely flipped over him and took a swipe at his unprotected back with her saber which he barely avoided.
Javreel rolled out of the way of yet another attack and brought his sword up and this time managed to make a cut in her robes. The fighting stopped momentarily and Kreia raised a hand and a burst of lightning shot forth striking Javreel in the chest sending him flying into the opposite wall. Slowly the man stood up and charged at the waiting Jedi Master, Kreia decided to end the fight and as the man charged she ducked around him and spun around cleanly slicing off the proud warrior's head.
The old woman deactivated her lightsaber and placed it within the folds of her robes. She looked carefully around the room to make sure that they were truly alone. Slowly she advanced upon Revan and said, "I have come to take you to the Republic, so that you may learn the ways of the Force, but first tell what you think of the Mandalorians."
The young boy looked up at the woman who had killed Javreel and said, "I know that we are a proud warrior race. However, we are also very cold and callous, over the last few centuries the great majority of the Mandalorian warriors have lost their honor, their will to fight for a code."
Kreia smiled, This is exactly what I wanted the boy to understand, "Tell me boy, do you wish to have something to fight for, something to believe in, and live a way of life that is actually worth living?" Revan nodded his head. "There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death; there is the Force. Do these words make sense, can you understand them? Of course you can't, not yet at least, that is the Code of the Jedi; and believe me when I tell you this young one, it is worth fighting for, worth dying for. Now come, there is much to learn. First I will take you to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and train you in the basic ways of our Order, then you will be assigned to a specific master. Now, we leave." With that said Kreia turned with a swirl of her cloak and began the long walk back to her ship knowing that Revan was following behind her. Yes, he will be powerful one day, that one has a great destiny. The Force swirls around him like a whirlwind.
As the two reached the ship Kreia told Revan to start the engines and that she would be into the cockpit momentarily to plot a hyperspace route. As the ship entered hyperspace Kreia turned to Revan, "You must never let anyone inside the Republic ever know of your Mandalorian heritage. If they ask about where you are from Deralia, a small farming world, and after the death of your parents you were taken in by the Jedi and found to be Force-sensitive."
Revan looked at the old woman curiously, "Why?"
"Don't be a fool, you know about the Great Sith War with Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma. The Mandalorians are hated inside the Republic for aiding those two Sith Lords. We will first be stopping over the small planet of Talravin, to pick up the Jedi Master Vrook Lamar and his new apprentice Bastila Shan, who if I am not mistaken is only a few years younger than you. Now leave me, I must sleep."
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Bastila Shan watched as the small blue and white world of Alderaan grew smaller and smaller, she wept quietly in the shuttle that was taking her to train at the Jedi academy on Dantooine. I don't want to use the Force, why can't I stay with daddy? The five year old wondered in despair as the world vanished against the blackness of space.
A stodgy, middle-aged Jedi Master glanced over at the crying girl. Why is that I am always the one who is assigned the emotional ones. So different from how I was when I was a Padawan. "Please Bastila, calm yourself, you have the wonderful gift of being able to control the force. We are taking you so that you may become a Jedi. You will be a servant of the light and you can fight injustice, you will be a guardian of peace and justice, now what do you say to that?"
The tiny girl glared with tear filled eyes at the middle-aged Jedi Master. "I don't want to be a Jedi I want to go home, why are you taking me away from daddy?" She screamed at the man, brushing her hands against her eyes. She ran across the cabin of the small shuttle and looked out at the lines of stars streaking past the ship as it soared through hyperspace.
The Jedi sighed as he knelt next to the little girl and placed an arm on her tiny shoulder to reassure her, as expected she pulled away and her face tightened into a deeper scowl. "Bastila, your father wanted you to be a Jedi. Do you remember his words to you, how proud he was that you will one day Master the Force?"
The girl's blue eyes widened as she stared at the human Jedi. "But Master Vrook mommy wanted me to go, not daddy, she argued with him until he agreed... I want my daddy... I want to go home."
The older Jedi replaced his reassuring hand on her shoulder and sighed heavily as he concentrated on the Code to calm himself. "Your father spoke to me of how proud he was of you Bastila and how much he loved you, he understands that a Jedi must make sacrifices, do you want to make your father proud?"
Vrook felt a sigh of relief escape him when the girl's eyes flashed and she nodded. "Yes Master Vrook, but why can't daddy come?"
Vrook slowly sat on the floor and crossed his legs. "This is going to be a long conversation." He groaned inwardly. "Bastila, a Jedi must train most of their life to gain control and serenity; with control comes serenity and that is what makes Jedi who they are, their ability to accomplish what others cannot while still remaining true to their ideals, do you want to learn this?"
Vrook watched as the girl's face wrinkled in thought and smiled inwardly, after several minutes of silence the girl smiled and nodded.
"Yes Master Vrook, I want my father to be proud!"
"Perhaps this won't be as long as I feared..." Vrook thought to himself with a smile reaching his lips, he turned to his fellow Master and the young Padawan seated at the controls of the ship. Perhaps he can help, he's always made impressions on others his age. "Padawan Revan, I have someone I would like you to meet."
Bastila's first thought was how odd the boy looked, he was nearly twice her age and he walked with a certainty that was unsettling. His expression was neutral and his green eyes sparkled like emeralds, but tanned skin was toned, even for a boy of 10.
"Padawan Revan I would like you to meet apprentice Bastila Shan, Bastila this is Padawan Revan." Revan looked up at Vrook and nodded his head, then slowly lowered his eyes to Bastila's beautiful blue orbs. The small girl blushed and giggled as the boy's eyes filled with warmth locked with hers and he smiled a warm smile, he bowed deeply and spoke in a serious, yet still child-like voice. "It is an honor to meet the newest member of the Order, I would like to personally welcome you to the Jedi Order apprentice Shan." Bastila's face wrinkled at the long introduction the boy used and his calm, yet comforting demeanor. He's nice, was the first thought she had as she feebly wiped her red and swollen eyes and returned a hasty bow. Master Vrook smiled, seeing his exit.
"If you wouldn't mind Padawan Revan I would appreciate it if you would converse with Bastila while I speak with your Master Zhar."
The young boy bowed and spoke in a cultured tone.
"Of course Master."
Bastila's eyes followed the Jedi Master as he stood and walked towards the controls of the shuttle and spoke quietly with the Twilek pilot, she noticed the young boy had knelt before, eyeing her.
"What was it like having parents?"
He asked in a soft and quiet tone, Bastila stared at him in shock, her 5 year old mind could not comprehend much of what was happening and she couldn't understand his question.
"What do you mean?"
She watched as the young boy slumped and stared intently at the bulkhead, steadily losing interest and wondering what the small metallic cylinder attached to his belt was for.
"I was found to be strong in the Force at a very young age and I never met my family, I was told I was born into the Order by a Knight, but I never met anyone who claimed to be my parents, I am just wondering if it was good or bad."
He turned his intent gaze on her's, Bastila struggled for a moment and a small smile came over her face.
"I love my daddy! He's an archeologist!"
She stared into space smiling as she remembered her father, all the gifts he had given her, how he would carry her to bed and would give her all the warmth and security she could ever want.
"I felt safe with him."
Revan listened with interest to the child's testimony and was taken back when a scowl clouded her once happy features.
"But mommy was mean, always arguing with daddy and always yelling at me and now she sends me away to the Jedi, I want to go home..."
Revan watched in confusion as the girl began to cry, he instinctively placed a hand on her small arm and reached into his tunic, he removed a small piece of candy and handed it to her.
"I never knew it could be so difficult but the Jedi have given me all I know..."
He smiled as the confused girl snatched the candy and readily devoured it.
"I don't know how difficult it has been or will be for you, but I do know this..."
Bastila turned her eyes to his and chewed the candy he had given her.
"Your father will be proud of you for joining the Order, it is a difficult path, but you will learn so much, accomplish so much good..."
From what little she could pick up through her frantic mind she liked, she wanted to believe him and could feel a warmth and compassion flowing from him that felt secure, that made her think instantly of her father.
"Revan how long will it take, will I see daddy again?"
Revan's far away look confused her for a moment and she rubbed her hands together as she stared at the floor, then shifted to look at a blinking light in the rear of the shuttle. She was pulled away from the light by his shaky voice.
"I don't know Bastila, if you work hard, you may one day be reunited with him and can show him how you've changed and show him how proud he can be of you, his daughter."
The young boy sighed and stood quietly as he saw the blank look on the little girl's face.
"As I said Bastila, I am Padawan Revan and if you need anything I will always be available, but I must meditate at the moment."
Bastila could feel she'd done or said something to upset him and looked at him with sadness.
"Are you ok Padawan Revan?"
Her meek voice called out, she watched him shift and sit cross-legged as he sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
"I was just thinking about who my parents were."
He said flatly, the girl watched as he sat motionless for 5 minutes and walked over to him, poking him in his chest.
"Ow, what'd you do that for?"
He asked in shocked-annoyance.
"What are you doing?"
She asked in interest, Revan motioned for her to back away a few steps.
"I am meditating, would you like to learn how?"
Revan smiled as he watched her blue eyes light up and her head nod frantically.
"Have a seat in front of me like I am... okay good, not close your eyes and take a deep breath, hold it for a few moments then release it slowly."
Master Zhar watched with amusement as he motioned for Vrook to watch.
"It appears my Padawan has taken an apprentice!"
He joked as Vrook snorted and shook his head.
"Quite a prodigy, but a kind-hearted boy I believe he will help the young girl cope, he always has been able to mediate just about anything we throw at him, amazing for one so young." The Twilek Master nodded and watched the scene thoughtfully was the girl turned a shade of purple and his Padawan frantically tapped her shoulder.
"No! I said for a few moments! Bastila let it out!"
Revan sighed as the girl released the breath and her skin turned red, then back to its previous pale state.
"I thought you said hold my breath for a few months, that hurt."
She said rubbing her head, Revan looked at her with concern.
"No Bastila, please again this time count to 3 and release alright?"
He sighed in relief as she nodded understanding and again closed her eyes and took in the breath, then released it.
"Alright now I want to you imagine you are a color, what color do you want to be?"
The girl's eyes twitched in thought before she spoke.
"I want to be yellow!"
Revan nodded.
"Alright that is good, a nice color, fiery yet mellow. I want you to feel the color and imagine yourself as that color, can you see it? Okay good now I want you to slowly concentrate on around you, what color do you see?"
Revan suppressed a snicker as her face twisted in confusion, then he was shocked to see it form into understanding.
"I see gray, a gray cloud surrounded by black, there is yellow within the gray and blue and.. red."
"Red?"
He asked quietly as her face scrunched in concentration.
"Yea, I think its you, I can feel something coming from it... it feels sad..."
She opened her eyes and looked at the confused expression on her teacher's face, she smiled at him and closed her eyes again.
"I can fix it thought! I can make it pretty, not that horrible red!"
Revan's face twisted in confusion and horror as he felt the tiny girl invade his mind, he could feel the sorrow that he was suppressing lessen and slowly form confidence and certainty and stared with shocked amazement at the girl, half his age tearing through his barriers, he watched as she frowned and opened her eyes.
"I couldn't make it blue, just purple... but its still pretty!"
"Yes... Red is a color associated with pain, purple would be a neutral color, possible displaying reconciliation or acceptance..."
Revan forced a smile as he could feel the power radiating off the girl.
"You will be a great Jedi someday..."
I fear, I hope... He added silently. The uncertainty, the pain is... it's gone, what is this she is doing to me? Judging my his serious look, Bastila felt she did something wrong and shyly looked to the floor, blushing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to change your favorite color."
"No Bastila that is fine, but this must remain between us alright?"
Revan released a sigh of relief when he watched her nod. I don't know what that was, but it sent a chill down my spine a Rancor wouldn't. The boy stood as he felt the shuttle shake slightly as it jumped out of hyperspace.
"Come Bastila, we are nearing Dantooine, it will be where you will train to be a Jedi."
Revan watched the hesitance in the girl as she slowly stood and backed away slightly.
"Do not worry, Dantooine is a lovely planet and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I do."
"Okay Revan, I trust you." She said as she raised her hand to him, Revan thoughtfully grabbed the hand and walked her to the front of the shuttle to gain a better view of the approaching world.
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It stared as rumors from travelers and cargo pilots that had come from the outer rim, it would have been ridiculous if the rumors hadn't been true. People would speak about them in hushed whispers as if the sound carried it would bring the murderous raiders upon then. The Mandalorians, a warrior race of powerful and ruthless fighters, amongst the most fearsome in the galaxy were slowly making their presence known, attacking deep outer rim worlds in the hopes of goading the Republic into an all out war. The Mandalores loved battle and fought for the glory of battle, they reveled in the struggle against impossible odds and would fight to the last man for honor. The fearsome brutes were overly built super-commandoes who's life, who's only meaning was to fight, along with their terrifying powerful Basilisk war droids they would swoop down on world after world, turning the world to ash and taking what they wanted. On the planet Cathar, deep beyond the outer rim such an attack was happening. Mandalorian heavy cruisers bombed the planetary defenses as fighters and Basilisks swooped into the atmosphere burning away any resistance, any life. The Cathars had been known for their ferocious fighting and their honor in battle, it was this that attracted the Mandalorians, the challenge of a worthy foe to gain the glory and honor from a worthy battle. The Mandalores had been thoroughly disappointed. The Cathars failed to launch any significant defense, the Mandalorian air power overwhelmed them and burned the once peaceful world into an empty grave. Only a handful of Cathar escaped, mostly fragmented families able to reach ships and leave in the confused chaos of the Mandalorian ground assault.
A seasoned Mandalorian warrior, Canderous of Ordo Clan watched from his cruiser as the vessel vanished from his radar.
"Pity their hearts weren't in this fight."
He spoke quietly as he looked at the burning world and the power he wielded intoxicated his sensed, he raised his arm and shouted through the channels of his crew, "Victory!"
Cheers followed his shout and chanted along with his as they prepared for the next assault.
"For Mandalore!"
The shouts grew faint as the Mandalorian fleet left the burning world and jumped to their next challenger.
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A tall thin man walked slowly into the room, followed closely by a short, fat balding man. Quickly and silently the man who seemed to exude a presence of pure evil raised a wooden stick at him. "Time to die, Harry Potter." Suddenly with a flash of green light the evil man shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" But as the light was about to strike Revan quickly sat up drenched with sweat. He slowly climbed out of bed, and made his way to the refresher noticing that it was still quite early in the morning. Revan sighed and slowly shook his head, who is this Harry Potter?
Revan silently followed his Master in quiet contemplation, thinking about the young girl he had met that morning. She was so much younger than him but he could feel the intelligence in her, even if she couldn't distinguish months from moments! He stared up at the sky and sighed as he thought of the power she demonstrated, she is strong, very strong in the Force and a quick learner... The boy snorted with amusement as to how nervous he was at having a 5 year old, untrained girl enter his mind but he was glad she did, it removed a doubt he felt and he decided he would dedicate some time to look more carefully into that strange power she wielded almost like a toy. Master Zhar turned a questioning look at his Padawan. "Be mindful of your thoughts young one, your thoughts stray from the present."
Revan nodded. "Of course Master, may I ask you a question?" Zhar nodded as Revan continued. "Master, I have been wondering if there is a power Jedi can use that allows them to control the emotions of another, perhaps grant them confidence?"
Zhar sighed and shook his head. "I am sorry Padawan but I cannot answer your question, perhaps Master Dorak or Master Vandar could answer your questions better than I."
Revan frowned and bowed. "Yes Master."
Zhar stroked his chin in thought and wondered what scheme is my Padawan up to this time... He was pulled from his thoughts by the yelling of a slightly older Padawan, he turned to see Revan's friend Malak waving. Strange how Malak is nearly 3 years older than Revan and still remains his friend. Zhar shook his head and sighed The Force works in mysterious ways.
"Revan I will give you a few moments to speak with your friend, I will speak with the Council, please wait for my in the training room when you are finished."
"Of course Master." Revan bowed his head, and quickly backed out of the room. He quickly ran over to Malak and the two began to plot whatever mischief they were normally taking part in.
Zhar smiled inwardly and shook his head. "Those two are really going to cause a commotion one of these days." He never thought those words would haunt him as much as they did.