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Spells or Force Powers

Chapter 7 – Homecoming

July 22nd, 2007

Headmaster's Officer, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

It was shortly after breakfast had finished that Albus returned to his office. His staff had noticed a clear difference in his disposition this morning. His ancient eyes were twinkling in a way they hadn't for many years. Only Minerva McGonagall had the courage to ask him what was going on. Rather than answer her, he simply offered her a lemon drop, his favorite candy, and sent her on her way.

Despite his new found energy and spirit of hope, he was apprehensive about the meeting that was soon to take place. He had sent a message to James and Lily Potter this morning asking them to meet him in his office. Now he had to explain to them that he had known their son was alive since that fateful night. If he had died that night, the life stone that was now pulsing steadily would have turned black and cracked.

At precisely 10am, there was a polite knock on his office door. Albus waved his wand and the door swung open slowly allowing the couple to enter. The man was average height nearly 6'0 tall with messy salt and pepper hair that had once been jet black. In spite of his age, James had a youthful face with few wrinkles but his eyes told a different story. They were the eyes of someone who had seen both great happiness and sorrow and still carried the scars of that sorrow. Lily was shorter than her husband standing at 5'6. Her auburn hair hung just past her shoulders in soft curls. Like her husband, she had never fully recovered from the loss of her fist born. The loss of Harry had hit her hard. She couldn't help but feel that the cost of ridding the world of Voldemort's evil for 23 years was simply too high.

James spoke first after Albus had motioned them to a pair of chairs positioned in front of his desk. "Albus what did you need us for? I didn't think it was possible for Hailey to get into trouble during the summer." James said this last with a fond smile for his daughter.

Chuckling softly before he answered, Albus said "No Hailey is most certainly not in any trouble. In fact I have good news for us all regarding the war but you and your family specifically."

Lily asked "What news Albus? If this is about the war, why isn't the entire Order here?"

Albus steeled himself for their reaction to his news. He knew it would not be easy for them to hear. "James, Lily do you know what this is?" He asked holding up the life stone.

Lily answered quickly "Of course, it is a life stone. Why, who is it attuned to?"

"I apologize for never telling you this before, but when Harry and Neville Longbottom were born, I attuned a life stone to each of them."

James asked "Why, was it because of that prophecy that the fraud Trelawney gave?"

"Yes, it was. Either Harry or Neville could have fit the requirements for the prophecy, but when he attacked your home Voldemort chose Harry as his equal."

James was confused, why were they rehashing this now. Harry had been dead for nearly 27 years. Neville Longbottom was also dead, killed by Death Eaters along with his parents just days after Voldemort's defeat. "What does this have to do with us or that life stone?"

"As you know, when the person the stone is attuned to dies, it will turn black and crack." He pulled open a draw on his desk and removed one such stone. "This is the stone that I attuned to Neville Longbottom. The one that is flashing is the one that I attuned to Harry."

Lily cried out "How is that possible? You said he was dead!" Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. James wasn't much different.

"I don't know if you will ever forgive me for this. That night, when I returned to my office, I noticed that the life stone was giving off a steady soft light. It was not pulsing like it normally does. Of course I immediately cast every spell I could think of to locate Harry through the link to the stone but it appeared that he was nowhere on earth."

James was angry now and his face was flushed "What do you mean he was nowhere on Earth? He had to be somewhere. If you had told us we could have searched for him, could have found him. What if Death Eaters have had him all this time?" Lily let out a soft sob at James' statement immediately imagining the horrors that her son may have been subjected to growing up.

Albus' eyes had dimmed from the earlier excitement. He sighed and answered "I don't believe the Death Eaters had him or even knew he was alive. We would have heard something from one of our spies and surely Voldemort would have returned sooner. No, I don't know where he was or who raised him, but you can see by the life stone that he is back and in good health."

Lily had tears running down her face and she was almost afraid to hope that Harry could be alive after all this time. "That doesn't explain why you didn't tell us at the time."

"I was afraid you would have spent your lives in a futile search for Harry. It is doubtful you could have found him when all the locator spells failed."

"That was not your decision to make." James argued.

"Have you been able to trace his location now?" Lily asked hopefully. She was furious with Albus as well, but at the moment she was more interested in finding Harry.

"Yes, but as you know, the spells are unable to give an exact location. That being said he is somewhere in London. It is quite possible he would be in Diagon Alley."

Both Lily and James wanted to leave and find their son right away, but Albus stopped them. "I know you are eager to find Harry. Keep in mind that he is the only who can defeat Voldemort. It is essential that he be on our side. Hopefully, whoever kept him hidden all these years also provided him training to use his magic."

Lily and James just stared at Albus after he made that statement. Just minutes after the man told them that their son was alive he was talking about his role in the war.

Lily was irate. "Albus Dumbledore that is our son you are talking about. I don't care if he is the only one who can defeat Voldemort, he will not be a tool or weapon in this war. He will most likely be confused as it is finding out that he has family."

James echoed Lily's words and told Dumbledore that be better watch himself if he wanted their continued involvement with the Order. Albus pales slightly at the threat. James and Lily were both very powerful and had helped to swing the tide of more than a few battles in favor of the Order.

Leaky Cauldron, London UK

Revan and Bastila had spent the better part of the morning making their way from the ship into London. Before they left, Revan ordered the three crewmen to do a thorough check of the ship to make sure that there had been no damage from the destruction of his flagship.

Using their sense of the force, Revan and Bastila were heading towards the nearest concentration of the dark side. After approximately an hour, they found themselves walking along a highway towards central London. While they were walking, Revan was trying to dispel his unease. He was leery of facing the Massassi with virtually no men. If there were more than a handful on the planet, he may have to look at alternative options. Revan was sure that there were some of his troops that were still loyal. He would need to reach them if the Massassi threat was too strong for Bastila and himself. If necessary he would send out a coded message to alert his forces even if it might bring Malak with it.

If he were truly being honest with himself, he would admit that the greater cause of his unease at the moment was the prospect of meeting his family. What if they were corrupted by the Massassi, would he be able to kill as easily as he had others? Another much quieter part of him but no less persistent wondered if they would accept him if they found out that he was a Sith Lord.

Bastila was more focused on the here and now. She worked on strengthening her mental defenses while they walked. If the dark side was truly as pervasive as she had sensed, she would need all her strength to resist its pull and to keep Revan from becoming its slave once more.

After walking for a few hours, the pair had reached central London. Neither noticed the stares that they received. Revan was dressed in a tight fitting black uniform with red piping and a black cape. He had brought both his light saber and a blaster with him, not sure of what they would find. Bastila was dressed in the traditional Jedi garb, light brown pants with knee high boots and a form fitting brown and white tope. She wore a dark brown robe over her clothes despite the heat of the summer morning and as with Revan carried both her light saber and a blaster.

Finally, the pair reached the entrance to a dingy, run-down looking establishment. The sign over the door read 'The Leaky Cauldron.' Bastila mentioned the strong feeling of the dark side coming from the establishment and suggested that they be on their guard at all times. Revan agreed but was somewhat more relaxed because he didn't get the sense of absolute darkness that was the hallmark of the Massassi.

Revan opened the door slowly and peered in before entering. It was a bar of some sort. There were a number of people sitting around tables eating and drinking. Sensing no immediate danger, he and Bastila walked in and let the door close behind them.

"Bastila, I don't sense any darkness from these people do you?" Revan asked surprised.

"No, I don't and yet this place reeks of the dark side. I don't understand."

Suddenly, the bartender called out "James Potter is that you? What are you doing here at this time of day?" It was clear that he was speaking to Revan.

"I'm sorry. I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is not James Potter." Revan responded politely.

Looking embarrassed the bartender said "My apologies, you are the spitting image of James Potter."

Revan wondered if his look alike could perhaps be his father. Dismissing the thought for the moment, he turned his attention back to the bartender and said "We are new around here and are not familiar with the lay of the land. Are there any interesting sites in the area?"

While Revan was speaking to the bartender, Bastila was looking around at the different people in the restaurant. Some of them seemed to be using some sort of stick to channel the force. Her eyes widened when she saw one man point the stick at a large chest and mutter something she couldn't here. Immediately, the chest shrank down to a fraction of its original size. Never before had she seen the force used in such a way but she also felt a chill run down her spine. These people seemed to be channeling the dark side of the force through these sticks. To make things worse, she sensed that the balance between the light and dark sides of the force was broken on this planet, as if the channeling of the dark side through the sticks gave it primacy over the light side.

Bastila was broken from her study by a hand squeezing her shoulder lightly. Turning her head quickly, she saw Revan standing there. "Come on. Tom the bartender suggested we go see some place called Diagon Alley. The entrance is behind this place in the alley. He is going to open it for us since we don't have wands." This last word was said derisively.

"Wands? Oh! You must mean those sticks everyone has." Bastila exclaimed before continuing "Have you noticed that they appear to channel the force through them? If I had to guess, I would say that they are all force sensitives to one degree or another."

The pair continued to talk quietly, discussing their observations so far as they followed Tom through the restaurant out back to the alley. Tom pulled his wand out and tapped specific bricks. Revan was in the process of rolling his eyes when the wall opened before them. Both staggered back at the sight before them. Tom mistook their reaction for awe at what was obviously their first look at Diagon and chuckled softly.

The sight that struck most children and visiting wizards and witches with awe caused quite a different reaction with Revan and Bastila. The dark side hung over Diagon Alley like a thick fog. The shops and stands were practically radiating with it. Despite its pervasiveness, the people seemed to be largely oblivious to it. Their auras were slightly darker than one would expect to see, but nothing like what Revan expected. Sharing a look of bewilderment, the two walked through the archway to explore Diagon Alley.

Headmaster's Officer, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Albus had just returned to his office from lunch with the school in the Great Hall. He was still thinking about the implications of Harry Potter's return. James and Lily may be stumbling block in controlling the young man. With enough time, he was sure they could be persuaded that his plans for Harry would be best for the wizarding world and their family. Surely they wouldn't want to endanger their daughter who had just been through an ordeal with the Tri-Wizard Tournament for someone they hadn't seen or known for over 26 years.

Smiling, Albus pictured the front page of the Daily Prophet proclaiming the return of the Boy-Who-Lived. People would flock to join his order once it was know that he had taken Harry under his wing. He would be able to guide Harry to his destiny and be there to pick up the pieces afterwards.

Albus was shaken from his reverie by a frantic voice calling from his fireplace. He looked over to Sirius Black, an Auror Captain, calling him. Eyes twinkling, Albus asked curiously "Sirius Black, what can I do for you today?"

Scowling for a second "Albus, I don't have times for your games. Death Eaters have started an attack at Diagon Alley. You need to contact the Order."

Albus paled at hearing of the attack. If Harry was in Diagon Alley, he could be in danger or worse, he could be part of the attack. Dismissing that final thought, he grabbed the phoenix pendent around his neck, closed his eyes concentrating on the message to send and signaled the Order that an attack was under and where it was.

When he opened his eyes once more, Sirius' head was gone from his fireplace. No doubt he had gone to Diagon Alley to help repel the Death Eater attack. Albus could do nothing but hope that James and Lily had found Harry and would be able to keep him from harm for the time being. If Albus himself weren't so critical to the light he would have gone to assist in the battle, but he shuddered to think what would happen if he were to be injured or even worse killed.

Diagon Alley, London UK

James and Lily had been wandering around Diagon Alley for close to three hours, ever since they had left Albus' office. James was thrilled that his son was alive and well, but he was nervous at the same time. Would he be interested in getting to know his parents? What kind of man would he be? Did he even know who he was? All these questions were buzzing around in his brain as they made their way up and down the alley.

Lily was also feeling apprehensive. After leaving for Diagon Alley, the initial wave of euphoria began to wear off. Now she was feeling sad and nervous. Her baby boy had grown up without her. She would never be able to watch him take his first step or say his first word. Someone else had taken that from her. Like James she was getting anxious though, what if they couldn't find him. For some reason, the locator spell they were using was unable to give them a specific location. It only confirmed that he was somewhere in the vicinity of Diagon Alley.

Then it happened. Lily and James saw two people enter Diagon Alley. They were an odd looking pair which was saying something when looking at the wizards and witches scurrying around the alley on their errands. The man was tall and dressed in some sort of all black uniform that she did not recognize and a matching black cape. The lack of color only accentuated his pale skin and cold golden eyes. The woman was dressed in light browns and wore a robe over her clothes. Even from a distance Lily could see a look of confusion pass over the woman's face as she looked around Diagon Alley.

James was also staring at the pair; there was something familiar about the man. For a moment, their eyes met and James gasped "Lily, it's him. That's Harry with that woman by the Leaky Cauldron."

Lily sucked in her breath sharply as she recognized the similarity to James in his face and hair. Those eyes, she thought in horror, how did he get those eyes...

Before they could move closer to the entrance and talk to him there were a series cracks signaling the apparition of wizards into the alley. Startled James spun around to see approximately 15 wizards all cloaked in black robes and wearing white skull masks. "Lily, it's the Death Eaters. Try and reach Harry to get him out of here. We can't lose him now. Not after we just found him again." James said all this while pulling his wand.

Lily nodded her head and began to make her way towards Harry when she heard the Death Eaters start casting spells. Splitting her attention between Harry and the Death Eaters she was only able to advance at an agonizingly slow pace. She was distracted for a moment when she saw a blasting curse explode against a wall near Harry. Her attention quickly came back to him when she heard a snap hiss and suddenly she saw a blood red beam of energy spring to life from Harry's hands. This was followed by similar snap hiss from his companion as a yellow beam appeared in her hands extending both upwards and downwards into a staff.

Revan and Bastila had just entered Diagon Alley when he caught sight of his parents. In shock from the sudden appearance of his parents, he barely noticed the arrival of the Death Eaters. His attention was brought back to abrupt focus when they began to attack people. Revan almost smiled, this was easy. There was no doubt in his actions, these people were enemies and they would die as such, they may not be as dark as the Massassi, but it was clear that they had given themselves over to the dark side and served it eagerly. With practiced ease, he drew his light saber and activated the weapon. Instantly, he was rewarded with the soft hum and a blood red beam of energy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Bastila had also brought out her saber-staff and was preparing for battle.

Lily could only watch in wonder as Revan and Bastila prepared to advance on the Death Eaters. Suddenly Revan blurred into motion as he let the Rage of the dark side flow through him enhancing his speed and reflexes. Charging forward faster than the eye could track, Revan leaped into the air and landed in the middle of the clustered Death Eaters. He acted immediately and fed his anger and hate into the force, creating a bubble around him that exploded outward slamming into the Death Eaters and knocking them to the ground.

Still moving with speed enhanced by the dark side, Revan concentrated again and channeled the dark side through his hands and shot out brilliant blue-white bolts of lighting that struck the nearest Death Eater. Smoke rose from the man's robes and mask as he was fried by the power flowing into him before finally bursting into flame.

Revan cut off his attack when he heard one the Death Eaters shout some strange words he didn't recognize. He didn't want to take the chance of whatever it was hitting him so he swung his light saber into its path directing the bolt of green energy into a nearby building. The curse blew a portion of the wall up leaving a gaping hole. Revan retaliated by using the Force Grip and seized the man lifting him into the air by his throat. With the other Death Eaters regaining their feet, Revan did not have time to play so he simply broke the man's neck and let him fall to the ground. Now that more of the Death Eaters had reentered the fight, he began to concentrate on using his light saber to deflect the beams and attack when given the opportunity. He swung his blade quickly intercepting attack after attack. In short order, 3 separate Death Eaters were on the ground screaming and grasping at the remains of their wand arms. Their attacks had been deflected back at them, destroying their wands and mutilating their wand arms.

Despite his skill and his enhanced speed, Revan was being pushed back by the 10 remaining Death Eaters. Then Bastila entered the fray. With her saber staff spinning deflecting incoming attacks, she used the Force Push to knock 2 of the Death Eaters off their feet. Getting into position so that she and Revan were back-to-back they both began to swing their sabers in ever increasing speed as they blocked and deflected the attacks sent at them by the Death Eaters.

After getting the measure of the Death Eater's abilities, Bastila began to advance increasing the distance between her and Revan. The space in front of her took on almost a solid yellow hue as her staff spun rapidly deflecting the incoming attacks. Then she changed from defense to attack after deflecting another attack, she dove forward into a roll ending in a kneeling position directly in front of a pair of Death Eaters. Before they could react to her proximity, she slashed her staff across their legs. The Death Eaters screamed and fell to the pavement as the staff burned through their legs just above the knee. A second slash to their necks silenced their screams and she stood to face her next opponent.

Revan changed his stance after Bastila started to advance. He continued to deflect the incoming attacks for a moment before deciding that a change of tactics was in order. There were still 8 men attacking them. He drew his blaster in one hand and once again lightning arced out from his other hand into the nearest Death Eater. Splitting his focus, he maintained the lightning long enough to kill the man while he opened fire with his blaster on a cluster of three Death Eaters.

Lily made her way over to James. No one was doing anything to help Revan and Bastila. The Aurors, Order of the Phoenix, and James and Lily stood by and watched the beautiful yet deadly dance that was taking place in front of them. None of them had ever seen anything like the weapons that were being used. Somehow they were able to block or deflect every incoming spell, even the Unforgivables.

James watched as the man who he thought was Harry strike a second man with lightning coming from his hand while shooting some red spell from something that almost looked like a muggle gun. The first two spells dissipated harmlessly over the hastily erected shield, but the third spell shattered it and the fourth struck the Death Eater in the chest. James was not sure if the man was stunned or dead but either way he was out of the fight. The woman was just as deadly, she was swinging her staff with incredible speed blocking the spells coming at her and sending them back towards the Death Eaters forcing them to dodge out of the way.

Now that there were only three Death Eaters in fighting condition, Revan and Bastila advanced rapidly. Though it seemed longer, the fight had only taken mere minutes so far. James watched in awe and a little fear as Harry (Revan) raised his free hand and two of the remaining Death Eaters rose into the air screaming in agony as their arms and legs were pressed painfully tight against their bodies. Then Revan clenched his fist and the sound of breaking bones could clearly be heard across the alley as the two Death Eaters were crushed by some unseen force and fell to the pavement mangled and dead. Bastila severed the last Death Eater's arm before he could get another spell off and spun her staff high in a follow-up attack. The man's headless body sank to the ground and his head rolled towards a nearby Auror.

With the death of the last Death Eater, the only sounds that could be heard in Diagon Alley was the steady hum of Bastila's saber staff.