A/N 1: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Star Wars.
A/N 2: I appreciate all the reviews and they are very motivating.
A/N 3: Sorry for the delay, work has been crazy. Updates should become more frequent again.
A/N 4: I have gotten a few reviews and PMs asking when I would show the bond between Revan and Bastila. I have also gotten more than a couple of comments regarding Revan's loss to the Sith apprentice. While I agree that Revan should have won, it was a means to bring Revan and Bastila closer together as you will begin to see in this chapter.
Spells or Force Powers
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Chapter 15: Shadows of Past Losses
October 9th, 2007
Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow UK
James was sitting at a long mahogany dining table large enough to sit 12 people. A cold cup of tea sat before him as he stared off into space. It had been close to a day since Revan was taken away and there had still been no word on his condition. He could only sit here and wait to hear from Bastila. Neither he nor Lily had been able to sleep as both were consumed with worry over their son. To lose him now, so soon after finding him would be too much to bear.
Lily walked in and sat down near James at the table, her own tea quickly going cold as she too became lost in her thoughts and worries. The silence of the room was broken by a familiar voice calling out for them.
"James…Lily are you home?" Called the voice of Albus Dumbledore.
Lily called out "We are in the dining room Albus." Both could clearly hear Dumbledore as he made his way to dining room.
Mere seconds later, Albus entered the dining room. "James, Lily I read about the attack on young Harry. Is there anything I can do?"
Lily shook her head while James answered quietly "He is being cared for right now and we can only hope for the best at the moment."
"Perhaps you should bring him to Hogwarts. There he can be cared for and protected." Albus said while plans were buzzing in his head. If he could get the boy in Hogwarts, he would have the access needed to bring him over to the correct way of thinking.
"Right now we couldn't even if we wanted to. He is beyond our reach at the moment." Lily said. While she knew he was in good hands, she just wished she were with Revan right now.
Lily's response mystified Albus, what could she mean that he was beyond their reach? "It is always an option if you want it." If he couldn't get him to Hogwarts for healing, maybe he could get him there for training.
"Thank you Albus." Lily said.
"Have you given any thought to training him in magic? I know he is a very skilled fighter, but I have never seen him use a wand. Does he even know any magic?"
Lily looked up for some reason, she had never really thought about his lack of training. Maybe it was because he was so skilled with the force and as a fighter that she overlooked it. "I don't know but we could ask. It may give him another advantage over the Death Eaters."
Albus jumped at the opening "Of course it would and then he wouldn't need to kill them because he would have so many other options available to him. After all, we can't have our only hope of defeating Voldemort turning any darker than he already is." He expected some resistance but as his parents, they must be disappointed in his actions.
"What the hell are you talking about?" James said angrily.
"Surely you can't condone his actions? Are you so happy to have him back that you are willing to overlook the fact that his is a murderer?" Albus asked. It was time to lay his cards on the table. If he couldn't get the support of James and Lily, there was very little chance that he would be able to bring Harry around to the correct way of thinking.
Lily gasped and her face paled before flushing with anger. "How dare you! He is our son; I have already lost too much time to my own prejudices. He is not a murderer; he is a soldier defending us from Voldemort and the forces of evil. If that makes him a murdered than you better start arresting the army, Aurors and Unspeakables because they all are sacrificing their own innocence and peace-of-mind in the name of protecting others."
Before Albus could respond James jumped in. "Maybe you should be less concerned about the lives of Death Eaters and more concerned about the families that have been torn apart by them. How many children will grow up never knowing their parents because you are obsessed with giving the criminals a second chance? You didn't give Grindewald a second chance did you? If the history books are correct, you killed him; does that make you a murderer too?"
Albus' eyes lost their twinkle and his face grew cold. "I did what I had to do. I am not a murderer and the situation is entirely different. The Death Eaters are simply misguided, they have been blinded by Voldemort but I can bring them back to the light."
"Do you hear yourself? You can bring them back to the light…the Death Eaters chose their path and must live with the consequences. It is the height of arrogance to think that you can redeem everyone. Why are you so willing to sacrifice the innocent and so unwilling to punish the guilty?" Lily said.
"I'm not, what would give you such an idea?"
"Because it is clear in all of your actions as Headmaster and leader of the Order of the Phoenix. You are never willing to give more than a slap on the wrist to someone regardless of the harm they may have caused. Rather than focus on our son, it is time for you to examine your own actions and decide who you are really fighting for." Lily finished.
James stood then and said "I think you should leave Albus. It is clear to me that you have no real interest in my son's well being other than serving as the instrument for your prophecy."
A sigh escaped Albus as he saw determination on both their faces. It was clear that he had misread the situation and there was little he could do to salvage it. Maybe he should approach Sirius; he had been very supportive of his views regarding Revan. The Auror may be able to convince the Potters of the necessity of his actions. "If that's how you want it, then I will leave but I think you will come to regret your position."
Decimator, High Earth Orbit
Slowly the blackness receded and awareness returned to Revan. At first he was filled with confusion and then he recognized the feeling of warmth and weightlessness that he associated with the Kolto tanks. Then he noticed the mask covering his face allowing him to breathe while fully submerged, confirming his suspicion that he was indeed in a Kolto tank.
As he floated in the tank slowly letting his body come back to life, he ran through the events that brought him here. His fight with the Sith Apprentice had been pathetic. While the apprentice was a skilled opponent, he was not up his own level and he should have defeated him easily. So why did he lose? While it would be easy to blame the Death Eaters or even his own forces distracting him while in the heat of battle it wasn't that.
The blame could really only be placed at his feet. He was just unprepared, he hadn't expected the Sith to show themselves so soon or so openly. It had thrown him and he let his fears of his past torture by the Sith distract him further. Even in his semi-conscious state, Revan felt ashamed of his performance against the Sith, it could not no, it would not happen again.
Determination to fight again filled him. He would punish the Sith apprentice and his master. They would beg him for death before he finally killed them. It was no less than they deserved for what they did to him. The Sith would never control this planet, he would burn it to ashes before he let them take it.
Despite his newly regained determination to destroy the Sith, Revan was still troubled. How would he overcome his past? He couldn't do it on his own. Despite his best efforts to put the past behind him, he had obviously failed. Anger and fear warred inside of him, anger at his weakness and fear that he would not be able to overcome it. It was almost overpowering in his current state.
Just as his emotions were reaching a crescendo, he felt a burst of strength flow into him and something else, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel for a long time. There was no doubt in his mind that the feelings were coming from his bond with Bastila. She loved him, despite his betrayal, despite all the deaths, and despite his turning to the dark side of the force, she loved him.
Without meaning to, he grabbed onto the feeling and held it tightly, letting it sink into him and fill him with her strength and confidence in him. The last person he had loved was Malak, his brother in everything but blood. Then together they had destroyed their family in their quest to defeat the Sith and he admitted to himself reluctantly for power. This time would be different though; he wouldn't let his goals destroy what he felt for Bastila. It may be love, he wasn't sure but it could be and he wanted to see where it would take him. Regardless, he realized that he didn't have to worry anymore; Bastila had always been able to see into the hidden portions of his soul. She would be able to help him exorcise his demons and bring retribution down on the Sith.
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Bastila was sitting in the med bay watching as Revan floated in the Kolto tank. It had been close to a full day since they had rushed back to the ship from Potter Manor. If it hadn't been for the stasis spell that Lily had cast, Revan probably would not have survived.
Bastila had not been impressed by Lily Potter when they first met. She had appeared to be a rather close-minded, overbearing woman more interested in punishing her son for taking action that day in Diagon Alley than in understanding the events that had shaped Revan into the man he was today. Recently though, Lily had been changing. It seemed that she had finally come to terms with the lengths that were necessary in order to defeat the Sith and their followers and was no longer fighting against Revan.
After hours spent watching silently as doctors and technicians scurried around making adjustments to various pieces of medical equipment, Bastila dozed off. A wave of anger and fear washing over her brought her to sudden alertness. Jerking her head around, she saw no signs of danger. A second of confusion passed before she realized the emotions were coming from Revan. He was waking up and must be reliving the battle against the Sith apprentice.
Even as she contemplated these thoughts, the emotions from Revan continued to grow until they almost overwhelmed her. She responded instinctively by sending her feelings for Revan through the bond. Her growing faith and confidence in him along with her newly realized love for him.
The response was almost immediate. She smiled as she felt Revan relax and gasped softly when he grabbed onto her the emotions she was sending over to him and held on tightly, using them to stabilize himself.
Once she had centered herself again, Bastila opened her eyes and looked at the figure floating in the Kolto tank. Revan was awake and was staring at her. It wasn't his attention that surprised her, it was his eyes. His eyes were no longer gold, or at least they were no longer only gold. They were now liberally flecked with green. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but it she felt a weight lift from her heart as an image of a young Revan with amazing green eyes first taught her to meditate all those years ago flashed in her mind. If gold was the sign of his fall to the dark side of the force, than the return of green to his eyes must signify a move towards a balance of the light and dark.
The two simply stared at each other for a moment before Bastila began to sense a growing feeling of impatience radiating through the bond. It quickly became obvious to Bastila that he wanted out of the tank.
"Doctor, he's awake." She called out.
It was almost funny the way that the medical staff hurried about at Bastila's words. A bubble of laughter escaped from her before she could clamp her mouth shut. The worry and tension that had been weighing her down since Revan was wounded lifted so suddenly with waking that she was almost giddy.
The doctor currently walked over to the Kolto tank after checking a number of readouts on the surrounding medical consoles. Pressing a small blue button to activate a communicator inside the tank he said "Lord Revan, now that you are awake we are going to remove you from the tank. Please remain calm while we drain the tank."
The doctor waited until he saw Revan sluggishly acknowledge the news before typing a sequence of commands on the console attached halfway up the tank. A soft repetitive beeping could be heard after the commands were entered and shortly the viscous fluid began to drain slowly from the tank. Revan sank to the floor of the tank as the fluid levels continued to fall until finally he was kneeling in the empty tank.
A technician unsealed the tank hatch and stepped into the tank and helped Revan remove the mask. Free of the life support equipment, Revan was brought to a bed where he was rinsed off and given a mild stimulant to counter the effects of the sedative he had been administered while he was in the Kolto tank.
Seeing that Revan was more aware of his surroundings, the doctor said in a professional tone "Lord Revan, you have made full recovery though it was a close call. If you had not been placed in stasis, it is unlikely that you have survived the shuttle up from the surface."
His voice raspy from the breathing mask, Revan croaked "How long?"
"It has been a little over a day that you were in the tank. While your injury is largely healed, it will still be tender for the next day or two so I suggest you avoid any training or other strenuous activity for the next two days."
Nodding his head absently while he ran his hand over his now whole abdomen Revan replied "Yes of course."
Recognizing a dismissal, the doctor entered a few orders into his pad and left to return to his other duties. Waiting until the doctor had walked away, Bastila sat down next to Revan and started to reach out to him but stopped herself. The confidence she had felt before faded abruptly and she was felt fear gnawing at her, how would he react to the feelings she had been pushing through their bond?
While Bastila was gathering her courage, Revan had turned his head to study her face. She looked tired; her eyes were dark and her skin pale. He imagined she had spent the night worrying about him. A small part of him sneered at her weakness but he pushed that part of him down ruthlessly, Bastila was not weak. She had risked everything to bring him down and when the situation changed she adapted and moved on rather than getting trapped trying to avenge past wrongs.
"Who were you fighting Revan? Was that the Sith?" She asked quietly.
Revan took a long time to answer. His faced had flushed slightly with embarrassment as the fight flashed once more in his mind. "No, it wasn't the Sith, it was his apprentice. There are always two, a master and apprentice."
An apprentice had beaten Revan. If he couldn't beat an apprentice, then what chance did they have against the master with destroying everything else in the process? "He was an apprentice? But…"
Revan cut her off unexpectedly "Yes he was an apprentice. I know what you are thinking Bastila but it was not the apprentice that defeated me. I defeated myself." That small part of him was screaming at him to stop, it was too risky revealing his weakness to her. She could use it against him if she ever tried to bring him before the Jedi again. As he did before, he ignored the voice and pushed on.
Reaching out and taking a hold of his hand, Bastila said "What do you mean?"
His head rolled away from her to stare at the far wall. "I told you how the Sith killed me and brought me back over and over again. The fear that came from their torture is still with me. I thought it was buried deep enough that it would never surface again, but I was wrong."
Shame and anger were pouring off of Revan in waves that buffeted Bastila's senses. There was nothing for her to say so she waited for Revan to continue.
Slowly, Revan's head swiveled back to Bastila but his eyes were unfocused, not truly seeing Bastila as he continued. "After I got over my initial surprise that the Sith had revealed themselves, my focus was still fractured. I didn't realize what it was until I was waking up in the Kolto tank. The fear that I thought was buried came back and subconsciously I split my attention so that I was fighting my fear and the apprentice at the same time."
Bastila asked with a concerned voice "If you couldn't beat the apprentice, how are we going to be able to defeat the master?"
Revan's eyes focused on Bastila with a frightening intensity. "That's where you come in. You have always been able to get past my barriers and force me to see truths I wasn't willing to face on my own."
Bastila smiled at him. Her old determination to aid Revan in this fight once again renewing itself as she searched his face looking for any signs of deception or malice. "I will do everything in my power to help you through this."
Revan relaxed back onto the bed with his eyes closed and allowed a soft smile to form on his face. "I knew I could count on you."
"What will the Sith do now?"
"Things will escalate now that they have shown themselves. We can expect more attacks but I also expect to see more attacks focused on you and me."
"Why, surely all the Unspeakables would be a threat to their power?" Bastila asked.
Revan just snorted. "The Unspeakables make capable soldiers but none of them are truly capable of surviving a fight with either of the Sith. You and I are the only real threats to their rule of this world."
Bastila swallowed "If you're right, then I'm going to need to train harder. I…I want you to train me. I still won't devote myself to the dark side but I need to learn to use at least some of the weapons of the dark side if we are going to win."
As Revan opened his mouth to respond, the med bay hatch slid open with a soft hiss. Both Revan and Bastila turned to look at the visitor. Commander Halcyon walked briskly into the med bay and made his way over to Revan.
"Lord Revan, the doctor told me you were doing well."
"What's the status of the affairs on Earth Commander?"
"There has been no change Lord Revan. We have not detected any signs of the Sith. They must have their stealth shields active in order to shield their weapons from detection."
"That's what I expected. Continue to monitor the planet and let me know if anything shows up."
"Sir I do have something else to report." He seemed reluctant to speak with Bastila present.
Revan didn't miss his glance at Bastila "Go ahead Commander, she has my trust."
"Very well, our remote relay satellites have detected probes in surveying many of the systems in this sector of the galaxy. Malak must have traced some of our hyperspace trails to this area."
Revan's hand clenched tightly around Bastila's in anger at hearing the name of his former friend and apprentice. He thought for a moment, plans spinning through his head. He knew Malak wouldn't give up. He could still sense his former apprentice even though their bond had been severed. Revan was too much of a risk to Malak's position. They needed to delay him.
"Commander, break the fleet into small groups and send them out to a number of systems that are in line with the probes' trajectories. They should lay hyperspace trails in all directions. Hopefully it will slow Malak down. I can't imagine he would be interested in this planet if we aren't here."
"It will be done Lord Revan." Halcyon turned to leave and begin the preparations but Revan called him back.
"Commander, make sure we still have enough ships here to maintain a minimal blockade if necessary. The Sith can't escape."
Halcyon simply nodded and left the med bay.
Revan turned back to Bastila and said "Tomorrow we should return to the planet. We can't let them think they have defeated me. They will not move if they know I am still a threat to their plans."
"That's fine, but tonight I want you to tell me what they did to you." Bastila said. If he wanted her help, she needed to truly know what he had gone through. She needed more details, more than the generalities he had given her so far.
"I'm not sure this is the time or the place for that story." Revan said, dreading the necessity of describing his experiences to Bastila. Even though he wanted her help, he was reluctant to share those secrets.
"It is the best time while the experience with the apprentice is still fresh in your mind." She said stubbornly. Her arms were now crossed in front of her chest and she peered at him with a flat gaze that left little doubt in his mind that she would badger him until he gave in.
Revan sighed and knew this was necessary if he wanted to defeat the Sith and this fear once and for all.
Flashback
Revan paced back and forth on the bridge of his ship. According to the intelligence he had managed to obtain, the planet they were orbiting was a minor world in the Sith Empire. Despite that, it had taken a lot of time and persuasion on his part to get the location. Not surprisingly, people were not eager to be known as giving the Sith's secrets away.
The journey through hyperspace had taken close to three weeks. When they dropped out of hyperspace, Revan was surprised at the minimal defenses in place. It was apparent that the Sith did not expect anyone to have the temerity to attack one of their worlds. Still, he was leery about showing the full strength of his fleet.
"Commander deploy a relay satellite and have the fleet move to the adjacent system. They are to return only if they receive word from us or we miss 2 scheduled communications from us." Revan ordered.
"Sir if we move the fleet that far away, they may not be able to return in time to support us in a firefight." The captain of the ship said.
"I am aware of the risk, but I would prefer that the Sith not be aware of our total fleet size."
"Very well Sir." The captain moved off to begin issuing commands to the fleet.
Once the orders were issued and the fleet began to move off. Revan moved over to speak with the captain again. "Captain, have a landing prepare for deployment tomorrow morning."
"Are we looking at full deployment or a small incursion force?"
"Just a small force of 5 men. This is a scouting mission though this planet appears fairly primitive I find it hard to believe that the Sith have no defenses."
The next day, Revan was seated in a shuttle approaching the planet a good distance away from a large settlement. After landing, they would approach on foot to attract less attention. As the shuttle approached the planet, Revan could feel the presence of the dark side growing stronger. The feeling of hatred and rage seemed to pervade the entire planet. Even though he had given up any claim to the light side, the feeling flowing through the force was repugnant to him. Before, he had always seen the dark side as a means to end, it was a needed weapon to defeat the Mandalorians and now the Sith. Before him stood an example of a culture that didn't just use the dark side as a tool, they wallowed in it.
They landed roughly a half-day's walk from the settlement in a densely wooded area. After camouflaging the shuttle, they 6 of them set off. It was a cool cloudy day with a light mist falling. As they neared the settlement, the men were wet, irritable and on edge. Even the soldiers with Revan could feel the malice that radiated from the buildings.
They spent the next day quietly observing people from the shadows. It was unlike any settlement they had ever been too. It was more like an armed military compound. There were no conversations, no interaction, everybody simply seem to go about their daily tasks, ignoring everything else around them. Fortunately very few of the inhabitants every ventured towards the edge of the settlement so Revan and his men were able to observe without being detected.
Revan was woken from his sleep the next morning by the soft chirping of his communicator. After activating the device, he said in a low voice "This is Revan, go ahead."
"Sir another ship has just entered the system."
"Prepare for…" Before Revan could finish, he heard what he guessed to be an ion cannon fire multiple shots.
"Sir, engines are down, the ion cannon has overloaded them." An explosion could be heard through the communicator.
Revan practically screamed "Open fire captain, destroy that ship and signal the fleet."
"Yes Lord…" Another explosion echoed through the communicator only to be followed by static. Up above, Revan's flag ship had taken a direct hit in the bridge, crippling it. The laser batteries on the Sith vessel continued to pour crimson blasts into the ship while the smaller guns targeted the life pods coming off. Less than 5 minutes after the battle began, the calm morning sky was broken by a flash of light as the ship tore itself apart and exploded, debris burning up in the atmosphere.
Revan and his men broke camp and prepared to make their way back to the shuttle. With it, they could signal the fleet to pick them up and then Revan would have his revenge for the destruction of his flagship.
They had just begun the trek back to the shuttle when Revan felt two disturbances in the force. There were two Sith nearby, probably searching for them. Revan pulled his light saber from his belt and kept it in his hand, ready to fight in an instant.
A startled exclamation drew his attention. Revan spun around to see the head of one of his soldiers roll to the earth as his body collapsed forward, blood pouring out staining the undergrowth of the forest path. Standing next to the body was a tall figure in silver armor that Revan immediately recognized as being of Sith design. In his hand was a long dark blade shimmering with an energy current.
The Sith simply stared into Revan's enraged eyes and smiled sinisterly. "You should not have come here boy. Now you and your men will suffer the consequences."
Revan didn't waste any time with talk, his light saber sprang to life with a hiss. The blood red blade held high as he approached his foe. The force flowed through him, bringing the world into sharp focus, pumping adrenaline and hormones through his system to increase his strength and reflexes. His arms were a blur as he swung his saber downward in a diagonal slash across the Sith's body. The slash was met by the Sith's blade, sparks flew and for a second Revan's light saber flickered before firming up again.
The two opponents strained against each other, Revan pushing forward trying to bring his saber into contact with the Sith who was pushing back with all his strength. Seeing he was not going to succeed, Revan jumped back and thrust his hand forward. Lightning blindingly bright arced forth and hit the Sith in the chest throwing him back against a tree as Revan continued to pour out more lightning. It was arcing over the armor which was turning black under the constant attack, smoke started to seep out of the face mask as the Sith was slowly electrocuted.
Before Revan could kill him, the Sith was able to bring up a shield that protected him from the lightning. Rather than continue the now useless attack, Revan again approached him, his movements even faster now. His whole body was nothing but a blur as he struck out again at the Sith. The first attack was blocked as was the second and third but it was obvious that the Sith was weakening, the lightning had injured him severely. Finally, the Sith's block was too weak and Revan forced the blade downward until with a sweep of his saber, he sliced the Sith's arm off at the elbow. Before a cry could be uttered, Revan swung the blade back slicing through the chest armor and nearly slicing the man in half.
Even as the Sith collapsed to the ground dead, Revan turned to see two more Sith approach his position. During the fight, they had dispatched his remaining men. Anger flared in him at the deaths of his men. His gold eyes flashing with power, he used to the force to wrench a rock the size of his head from the ground and before the approaching Sith could react, he sent it shooting at the one on the left. The rock a piece of solid granite impacted on the Sith's helmet, caving it in and crushing the owner's skull. The Sith dropped lifelessly while his partner snarled and attacked.
Revan felt something grip his throat. He couldn't breathe and panic started to bubble up into him. Knowing he didn't have much time because not only was he beginning to see spots, but he was also detecting more Sith approaching, so he concentrated and the ground at the Sith's feet. He didn't have enough strength to attack him directly so he levitated a great chunk of earth in front of the Sith into the air. The ground exploded upwards throwing the Sith from his feet and releasing Revan from his hold.
Grabbing his blaster from his holster, Revan fired. Red laser blasts exploded from the blaster and hit the Sith over and over again, overwhelming his armor and killing the man within before he could regain his feet.
He prepared to face the next two Sith when he heard the low distorted hum of a cloaking field deactivating. Revan never even turned around before he felt a blade slice through his armor and into his back. Pain exploded as the blade twisted ripping into his lung, shattering ribs and tearing muscles. Blood bubbled from his mouth as he collapsed to the forest floor. Before he died, he saw nothing but the expressionless mask of the Sith but he felt a wave of malicious expectation wash over him. Darkness claimed him, Revan died with three Sith standing over his body.
End Flashback
Revan's eyes were haunted as he finished telling the tale of his first death. "That was the first time I died at the end of a Sith blade, but it wasn't the last time."
Bastila was pale, she had grabbed onto Revan's hand during the tale. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. "How could you have died?"
"Their technology and connection to the force allowed them to bring me back." Revan said, his eyes were closed and his body was tense. He was fighting to control the fear and panic that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never told anyone what happened to him on that planet. It was too bad that he hadn't gotten to his worst memories of it yet either.
Bastila watched Revan as he struggled to regain control of his emotions. Again she sent him her feelings for him to latch onto. Eventually he regained control, but he was clearly exhausted. His eyes open once again turned towards her and he said almost pleadingly "Can we continue this discussion tomorrow? I don't think I am up for anymore at the moment."
Bastila nodded, thankful for the reprieve. She too was dreading the next day and hearing what the Sith did to Revan to inspire such fear and pain. After Revan was asleep, she left the med bay quietly to meditate on what she had learned.
Later that night
Decimator, High Earth Orbit
Revan 's eyes snapped open and spun around as he took in his surroundings. The med bay lights had been dimmed to allow him to sleep. He had been dreaming about his capture by the Sith and the first time he died. The undercurrent of fear was still there, but it was less than before. It was almost like he was watching the events from an objective viewpoint. For the first time he was able to remember the events of that day without reliving them.
It seems that talking to Bastila had been worth it after all. If telling his story to her had already helped him this much then there was no doubt in his mind that he would be able to overcome any buried fear he still carried from his capture and subsequent torture.
Confidence began to bloom in Revan once again. Just knowing that he could truly overcome his fear was enough to strengthen his resolve. Soon, he would crush the Sith on Earth and then take the war back to their empire once Malak had been put back in his place. The Sith would be stopped and Revan would do whatever was necessary to ensure that there was nothing holding him back from doing so.
Slowly, Revan relaxed back onto the bed falling asleep once again. This time, he was undisturbed by nightmares of the Sith.
October 10th, 2007
Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Albus Dumbledore was once again sitting behind his desk contemplating the state of the wizarding world. Things were rapidly spinning out of his control, if he didn't do something soon to get Revan under his control, it seemed more than likely the wizarding world would fall to darkness. He wasn't sure which would be worse, the pure hate that Voldemort preached or the darkness wrapped up in good intentions that came from Revan.
Right now he felt his only hope was to use Sirius Black, the boys godfather to get Albus access. In the past, Sirius had been very upset with the boy's actions so he should be amenable to Albus' plans. Plus as an Auror Captain, he could not be happy with the way his Aurors were being shown up by the Unspeakable agents roaming the countryside.
A small crystal globe started sitting on the corner of his desk started to glow softly before showing an image of Sirius Black coming up the stairs to his office. After a loud knock on his door Albus called out "Come in Sirius."
Sirius Black opened the door and walked into the familiar and welcoming office. He had always found the spinning gadgets to be slightly humorous for some reason and today was no different. Stifling his smile, Sirius moved into the office and took a seat across from his former Headmaster.
Albus was silent as he studied Sirius through steepled fingers. Finally he spoke "Sirius, I asked you here today to discuss a very important matter. As you know, the wizarding world stands on the cusp of chaos."
Sirius nodded. As an Auror he was more aware than most of how close their world was to collapsing in on itself. "Yes I am aware of this, but what more do you expect me to do?"
Inwardly Albus smiled in glee. Sirius was already putting himself in his hands. "The prophecy regarding Revan Potter and Voldemort must come to pass. But, I'm afraid that right now, Revan is not a suitable savior for our world. While he may have the power necessary to defeat Voldemort he would no doubt rise as a new terror in our world afterwards."
Sirius leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling in thought. He couldn't believe that Albus would say such a thing about his godson. Then he had to chide himself because not too long ago he would have agreed with man whole-heartedly before he got his head out of his ass. Sirius was at a loss for what to do or say.
Albus mistaking Sirius' silence for agreement, Albus continued after popping a chocolate candy into his mouth. "It pains me to say it, but Revan represents a bigger threat to our world than Voldemort because he is the only one who can defeat him. Already he is gathering a strong following and we must do something to stop him."
There was a part of Sirius that shared Albus' concern. The way that Revan's following was growing was frightening. If he wanted to, he could probably storm the Ministry and while he may not win, the battle would be devastating. "What would you have me do?"
"I need you to get him here to Hogwarts. If possible, you must incapacitate him. Only then will I be able to alter his memories sufficiently to remove him as a threat. Then he can truly become the hero of the wizarding world."
Sirius thanked god at that moment that he needed to have an excellent poker face as an Auror otherwise he would have been horrified at Dumbledore's suggestion. "How can I do something like that? He is always with people and you have seen the way he fights, I wouldn't stand a chance."
"There we have an advantage. If the Daily Prophet is at all accurate, Revan will surely be weakened from his injury for a time and therefore more vulnerable. A simple power sapping potion in his food should strip him of his magic long enough for you to stun him and bring him here. You must hurry though, events are proceeding faster than during the first war and we need our hero to lead us."
Sirius felt sick. He had looked up to Albus as the leader of the light for many years. To hear him talk about forcibly changing someone's life so freely shook him greatly. He had to warn Revan as soon as possible. Standing, he said to Albus "I will do what I can."
Albus just smiled happily at Sirius, his eyes twinkling wildly as Sirius left his office.