A/N 1: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Star Wars.

A/N 2: I have gotten a few questions about when the story will swing back to the HP plotline. The setup begins in this chapter. Without giving anything away, the majority of the story from here on will take place on Earth.

A/N 3: New content from here on forward.

Chapter 5 – The Betrayal

"How long?" Malak's mechanical voice hissed as his eyes narrowed.

Saul Karath smiled as he looked through the viewport to follow Malak's gaze. "Two hours until the Republic fleet and strike team arrives."

Malak nodded, smiling to himself as he stared at Revan's flagship.

"Do you think he suspects anything?" Karath asked nervously.

Malak snorted through his mechanical filter. "Of course he does, but it will not matter. In three hours I will be the Dark Lord of the Sith and Revan will be one with the Force."

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Darth Revan stared thoughtfully through his mask towards the Leviathan as it skimmed the edge of the planet's orbit. "What are you planning?" Revan thought to himself as he awaited the completion of his ship's repairs. A year and a half had done nothing to the stalemate of the Jedi Civil War as he had predicted. The Lord of the Sith continued to stare at Malak's ship, easily sensing the hatred directed towards him. For a moment, Revan entertained the idea of dying. It really would make little difference. The Dark Lord allowed a small smile to play on his lips before a flash of light and the sound of his flagship's alarms blaring brought a prominent scowl to his features.

"Lord Revan! A fleet of Republic ships has dropped out of hyperspace and are preparing to attack!" A Commander announced. Revan snarled in frustration as he caught sight of Malak pulling his forces away from the planet to flee.

"What is the ship's condition?" Revan growled.

"Weapons are at half power and our shields are useless... Our sublight engines are only functioning at fifty percent."

Revan sighed when he caught sight of Malak's forces engaging the Republic fleet. "Launch all fighters and prepare for retreat." The Commander acknowledged as the Dark Lord crossed his arms tightly across his chest and glared through the window.

"Retreat to where Lord Revan?"

Revan punched in the coordinates before returning his attention to the ongoing battle between Malak and the Republic.

"Lord Revan, the nav computer will take at least 10 minutes to compute a jump of that distance." The Commander said nerviously.

"Set the computer to make the jump to hyperspace as soon as the calculations are complete."

"Yes Lord Revan."

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Why did he come to me? Why before all this? The thoughts ran through Bastila's mind as she approached the flagship of the Dark Lord. Bastila, I need you, I can't fight with myself anymore I need help. Revan's words echoed through her mind for the past 3 years, he had made quick work of the Mandalorians and was a hero, only to disappear. Now he was back and had been tearing through the Republic without mercy, unleashing a slaughter the Mandalorians would even think twice about. Bastila I can't do this anymore. Bastila closed her eyes I can't think about that now. The Padawan staggered as the ship shook violently with an explosion, violently tossing her fellow Jedi and the Republic soldiers to the ground. I can't go with you Revan the dark side is taking you, you must stay here and speak with the Council you do NOT need me. The harshness of her words to the Dark Lord 3 years before still haunted her and the bond she shared with him was nearly severed by the tide of anger that rose in him, she was shocked to discover the anger was directed at himself. Then I suggest Bastila that you report I was here. Bastila could still not believe what happened after, the Jedi Order was in chaos as Revan tore his way through the courtroom with his acolytes and Malak, slaughtering all he met; thus the Sith wars began. It was my fault, I could have stopped him if I had only listened to him. Bastila felt her eyes sting. No, there is no emotion there is peace...

Another blast rocked the Sith vessel and nearby explosions could be heard, a communication from the Republic fleet answered the question. "Get to your transports, we're already taking fire!" A Republic Commando sergeant shouted as he motioned to his men to board the shuttle transports. Bastila shifted her weight slightly as she watched the first transport of troops load. She was to go on the final transport along with ten other Jedi while the other fifteen in her group would take the first two transports to Revan's flagship. The Padawan turned her eyes to see Revan's ship slowly pulling itself from its dry-dock. A steady stream of red streaks ignited around it and Bastila knew that the Republic's fighters has arrived and were hammering the massive dreadnaught.

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"We've been boarded!" One of the bridge officers shouted.

Revan ignored the warnings and shouts as he stared at the two remaining Republic transport pods as they neared his vessel. He could feel a subtle pull of the Force making his officers nervous and knew that Bastila was there, using her Battle Meditation. "Send all troopers to stop them..." Revan watched as his bridge emptied and only a squad of Sith troopers and four Dark Jedi remained.

"How long do you think they'll hold them off?" A curious Dark Jedi asked. Revan sighed as he turned to stare back towards Malak's vessel.

"As long as is necessary." Revan felt the Battle Meditation cease as he stared at the battle around him. Malak's forces were holding off the Republic fleet which surprised Revan mildly since they should have been crushing them. He knew that Bastila had ceased her Battle Meditation and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"What are you doing, Malak?" Realization fell over Revan instantly at the question. "Betraying me... I didn't know you had it in you." Sneering, Revan continued to watch the battle, curious to see when exactly Malak planned to set his scheme into motion. The sounds of the battle going on around him went unnoticed as he stared through the space between his and Malak's bridge, daring his jawless apprentice to attack. Revan's challenge was rudely interrupted as a Republic soldier breached his bridge with two Jedi and rushed him. The two Jedi were stopped by the two Sith apprentices that remained to guard him while the unfortunate Republic commando was halted from his charge by Revan's Force grip. Seeking a need to vent his frustrations, Revan allowed the man's gurgles and silent terror to calm him as he turned back to Malak's vessel. Malak had since broken from battle and the Leviathan was slowly charging his own vessel. If Revan had expected to survive this betrayal he would have cursed aloud over an open comm line to Malak but he remained silent and composed as he listened to the dying words of the man he strangled mere feet from where he stood. Revan laughed to himself, "The climax of a warlord's career is always death…"

"The galaxy is an unforgiving place..." Revan whispered as he cut off the man's windpipe completely and listened to the snap as he fell lifeless to the ground. Turning, Revan's eyes fell on four dead Dark Jedi and four Jedi that stood defiantly before him.

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Bastila felt a wave of dread wash over her as she charged into Revan's bridge and attacked one of the Dark Jedi as they toyed with one of her dying companions. unleashing a brutal assault against the man, she cut him down within seconds and took a moment to catch her breath as the three other Jedi, the only ones to survive the assault took defensive positions around her. She briefly caught sight of the struggling Republic soldier in Revan's grasp before he collapsed into a lifeless heap at Revan's feet. Rising anger filled her at the sight as new resolve forced itself into her. "This is not the same man."

Her Master Vrook ignited his lightsaber and stepped forward, "Do you have any idea the atrocities you have done?"

The Dark Lord of the Sith chuckled in amusement, "You have no idea why I have done those things, Vrook. It was my duty, my duty to the Republic. Afterall, a man's duty must be obeyed. If the frame of duty is broken, Vrook, none shall weave life's fabric. None will be able to live if I don't make the Republic strong. However, I can tell that you have many questions, so I will answer them before you die."

Vrook's face burned with rage, "You're insane, exile! Your passion for power consumes your soul! Where did you go after the Mandalorian wars?"

Revan licked his lips and looked away from the Jedi, "Beyond the Outer Rim..." The Dark Lord whispered.

Adding no further explanation, the Jedi strike team exchanged glances. "Why did you come back?" Vrook Lamar asked in a tone that did nothing to hide his anger.

Revan sighed and looked directly into Vrook's eyes. "I needed more men. Surely the great and wise Jedi Council could have felt the countless deaths beyond the Rim?" Revan chided in a condescending tone.

Vrook turned as red as a Sith's saber and turned away, not wanting to hear the Dark Lord speak so lightly of the countless atrocities he had committed. "What drove you to make war on your own kind? The Dark Side?"

Revan raised an eyebrow beneath his mask as he stared at the four Jedi arrayed before him. A sadistic smile played on Revan's features as he returned Vrook's glare with his own, sending a chill down the Jedi Master's spine.

"The Mandalorians or the Jedi?" Vrook's angry mask fell into confusion for a moment before he recovered and stared at the Dark Lord with open curiosity.

"Didn't you know I was a Mandalorian? Revan the Bloodraven. Lovely story about my clan's history but I really don't have time for that right now."

Vrook backed away slowly from Revan and stared at him with an unreadable expression. "The Jedi then."

"I never waged war against the Jedi, I told you to run and hide. You waged a war against me. There are things beyond the Outer Rim which would terrify even the bravest of the Jedi Guardians, the descendents of the Ancient Sith, the Massassi. I attacked the Republic to make it stronger, so I could defeat this ancient evil…" Revan laughed the cold laugh which had become so common to the many that he had tortured, "Friends teach what you want to know. Enemies teach what you need to know. Do you have any idea the things that stalk the Outer Rim? Have you ever seen a creature whose only pleasure was in suffering? A creature who's entire race glorifies pain? Have you seen a Massassi warrior or looked into the eyes of the abyss as it tries again and again to swallow who you are? When I first met the Massassi, Vrook, I was dragged to one of their citadels. Their high priest spoke to me and said, 'This is the Citadel of Pain. Battle is our religion, Jedi, and this fortress is our temple!' I was tortured for four months, Vrook, I died seven times and they somehow revived me! You are ignorant. When I look at the council I see twelve fools leading twenty thousand other fools to death and I see the Republic, the Jedi, and the Force dying because of it! You are arrogant children who hide away in this temple and pray for a savior to save you from your own incompetence!"

The other three Jedi ignited their lightsabers, and Revan realized with a start that Bastila was among them. The Jedi Master Lonne Vash stepped forward and pointed her saber at the Dark Lord of the Sith, "I would die a thousand deaths before I let you harm another."

The Dark Lord merely laughed at that threat. "You cannot win, Revan!" And time for the Jedi Padawan seemed to stop as he shook his head slightly and turned to face her. Everything about his stance showed that he was annoyed, insulted even and Bastila felt even more anger grasp her at the arrogant display. Snapping from whatever thoughts had entered her as he turned slowly to face her, Bastila scowled and narrowed her eyes as she glared hatefully towards Revan, although she realized, that his words and arguments made sense.

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"You cannot win, Revan!" Four years he had not heard that soothing and cultured voice. The last words he had heard were a loving caress and these were a threat. Revan felt all his thoughts vanish as he laid eyes on her. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, though stray strands fell over her face. She wore that ridiculous outfit she always had that seemed to compliment her feminine features well. Her eyes were filled with shock momentarily as he looked in them, only to be clouded by anger moments later.

Revan found himself wanting to brush away those strands of hair that framed her features. The sudden advance of the three other Jedi snapped him from his thoughts as he looked between them and pulled his crimson saber. The Dark Lord stared into the pale golden glow that surrounded her features.

"Beautiful..." Revan allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek as he stared into Bastila's eyes, which gleamed with rage and betrayal. "I have a way of destroying beautiful things..." Revan felt another tear roll down his face as he stared at Bastila, half in awe and half in sorrow. The realization that Malak was betraying him had completely fled his mind as he stared, captivated by this angry young woman that looked on him with such hurt. He could barely feel the pain she had gone through at his betrayal and felt more tears fall as he took a breath and shuddered.

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"Fire." Malak's mechanical voice ordered as his ship rushed past Revan's.

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An explosion tore through the bridge from Malak's assault. A metal support beam fell from the ceiling crushing Vrook before he could dodge. Revan felt no satisfaction or sadness from his death. He was indifferent regarding the fate of all but one of the Jedi facing him.

The Dark Lord of the Sith felt his grip tighten on his saber. Lightning flickered around him as he felt a deep loathing settle in his soul. He knew at that moment that he would not survive this battle and he finally felt remorse as he stared into Bastila's accusing eyes. The thought that she hated him was so tangible that he felt he couldn't breath and all thoughts of war and destruction fled him, leaving only a scared child who did not know what to do or say to fix anything.

"I can't do this anymore." The countless thousands he had murdered flashed through his mind. Yusanis and his children, now orphaned. Selene, her eyes staring at him with shock and hurt. Even Ian as he looked on him with the helplessness he now felt. Revan recalled the words of his Master Kreia when he had first asked her of the Dark Side of the Force. Instead of recoiling in horror as most Jedi Masters would have from the question, Kreia had only laughed and shook her head. "The Dark Side has a way of abandoning you when you need it most, Padawan."

The Dark Side had always been there to embrace him. Through the Mandalorian wars it gave him indifference to the loss of his own men. Through the Massassi campaign it gave him sanity as he fought them with cold and calculating malice. Through the Jedi Civil War it gave him the resolve to mutilate his friends and torture children. Now, now the Dark Side fled him as he stared into Bastila's eyes. The pain that settled in him was crippling as he saw the pain reflected there that was the base of the anger, the pain from his betrayal, the pain from his abandoning her.

Revan was not some arrogant fool that believed if he felt sorry that he would be granted absolution. He was not some man on the road to redemption and seeking forgiveness for all the deeds he had done. He knew he would spend his time in hell for his deeds and he would accept it readily for he knew he deserved it.

Another salvo from the Leviathan hit the ship. Vash and the other Jedi were thrown from their feet. Only Bastila and Revan remained standing. The alarm started to ring signaling decompression. Reacting on instinct alone, Revan used the force to move at great speed. Bastila was taken by surprise as Revan, only a blur at that point, grabbed her around the waist and rushed out of the bridge before the pressure doors could seal.

Before the Leviathan could come around for another pass, the nav computer finished the calculation for the jump to Earth. The ship lurched again the engines came life and jumped the ship away from the battle and into hyperspace.

Glaring at Revan Bastila raised her light saber once again and snarled "What have you done, where are we going?"

Revan deactivated his light saber and removed his mask. Bastila was stunned by the hopelessness and grief that marked his features. "We are going to my home."

Anger once again taking over her other emotions Bastila said "Why would you take us there? The Mandalorians are gone from that place!" Once again she raised her light saber in preparation to attack.

With a sigh, Revan felt the will to fight leave him. All he could see was Bastila and her disgust. "We are going to the planet of my birth. It is a place called Earth." Revan sank to his knees and waited for the blow from Bastila that would end his torment. It never came.