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

A/N 2: OK, I didn't want to come up with names so I used the Bush since he is currently the President but I'm not trying to model his personality. For whatever reason, I felt like using Colin Powell as the Secretary of State and yes I know he was replaced by Rice. So please no comments on that. Thanks.

A/N 3: I didn't expect this chapter to be so long, so I split it up into two parts. You can expect to see the second part in a couple of days.

Spells or Force Powers

------- Perspective change

Chapter 25: The End or the Beginning pt.1

November 25th, 2007

Voldemort's Lair, Little Hangleton UK

Voldemort stared at the headline of the latest copy of the Daily Prophet before crumpling the paper in his fist. This was intolerable. Not only had the Unspeakables managed to capture the majority of his remaining forces but now the Ministry was declaring victory over him. There were quotes from the highest Ministry official to the mudblood scum off the street calling him by his name.

Though it galled him to admit it, Voldemort knew he couldn't win and with his ally and benefactor having disappeared, there was a good chance they he would die for a second time. He seriously doubted that there would be anyone to bring him back a third time. Wisdom and prudence told him to leave the field of battle. It told him to retreat and rebuild his forces in some other country and let the fools have their temporary victory. As much as he wanted to follow that path, his pride would not let him.

For more than 40 years the wizarding world had been so terrified of him they could not even utter his name. Now, the rabble was talking about him openly. The wizarding world was incredibly fickle. They would turn on their heroes and saviors in an instant, vilifying them to satisfy their own insecurities. Soon enough, the scum would block out or forget the terrors of the past and speak of him as a joke. To think, that Lord Voldemort, the worst dark lord in countless years would be laughed at was more than his pride could bear.

If he was going to be defeated, then he would go out with a bang and not a whimper. The wizards and witches would always remember his name and once more they would fear even to utter it. It would require sacrifice though; his remaining Death Eaters would be required and would either end up dead or in Azkaban. Not that it bothered Voldemort in the slightest but he would need to deceive his men.

The beginnings of a plan were forming. Diagon Alley would be a perfect location for the attack. It would be more crowded with the holidays coming up. This would not be a surgical strike or an attack designed to inspire fear. The goal of this attack would be to cause as much death and destruction as possible before the inevitable end.

The Death Eaters would need motivation to join the attack and to stay with it. In this his missing ally could be helpful. The man alone was enough to fill his followers with fear. Now in his absence he could claim that the man was rallying his own forces to join them in their assault. Once he and his remaining Death Eaters were committed there would be no turning back. It would also be necessary for his Death Eaters to remain here in his mansion until the attack. He could not let them run prior to the battle. December 1st, that is when he would attack and make sure the wizarding world never forget the fear inspired by Lord Voldemort.

November 26th, 2007

Camp David, MD US

It had been just over 4 days since their initial contact with the alien leader. In that time, the President had met with the leaders of both political parties as well as the senior Senators and Congressman from the Intelligence committees.

Shock and surprise were invariably the first reactions to the news that a fleet of alien spacecraft were in a high orbit. Fear and outrage were quick to follow once the initial surprise had passed. The fear was easy to understand. After being shown the images of a probable space battle, the few images they were able to capture of the vessels themselves was enough to silence even the most ardent supporter of the American military. It had been close to twenty years since the US was faced with an equal military power. Now, they were faced with an unknown and potentially hostile force and there was no realistic response to be had.

This led to the outrage. Men and women, accustomed to holding some of the most powerful political positions in the world were being forced to reevaluate those positions in light of recent developments. It was decided that a show of force would be necessary to prove to these aliens that they would not be intimidated.

The President knew it would not be so easy though. Long accustomed to negotiating from a position of power, the US now found itself on the opposite side of the table. It would be a balancing act. They must show strength without appearing to be threatening. With luck, the aliens would not have hostile intentions. If that was the case, the US stood to gain insurmountable advantages over the other nations of the world in advanced technology.

Another concern which was something more akin to curiosity was what the aliens would look like. Their appearance would have a great deal of influence on how they would be viewed by the American public. Surprisingly, nothing had been leaked to the press yet, but in Washington DC with a story this big, it was just a matter of time. There had been some laughter over the new conspiracy theories that would no doubt spring up in light of the revelation. It was one of the few light hearted moments of the conferences being held.

Now, here they stood. The President of the United States of America flanked by the Secretary of State and General Martin waiting in the cool November sun of early morning for the arrival of the alien leader. It was almost unnaturally quiet; there were none of the normal noises associated with animals that one heard during Spring and Summer. Being Camp David, all air traffic was diverted away so there were no noises from the roads or from passing jets. The men themselves stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, pondering what today's meeting would mean for the US and the world.

A soft hum started to fill the air, breaking the silence of Camp David. It rapidly grew in volume until a white craft appeared in the sky and began to descend towards the designated landing coordinates. While the craft was descending, three fighters shot down from the sky and leveled off forming a perimeter around the landing site. Each fighter was hovering, facing away from the shuttle as it came to a gentle landing.

The three men were trying to contain their awe at the site before them. The marines and secret service agents stationed around them all had weapons drawn and pointed at the craft. No amount of training had prepared them for this. Fingers twitched against triggers when a ramp lowered to the ground from the belly of the craft.

The President straightened mentally preparing himself for this meeting. Shortly, 4 figures emerged walking down the ramp. Once they had emerged from the craft, the President and everyone else were shocked to see that they looked to be human. Each man was dressed in black military uniforms with badges over their left breast presumably denoting their rank. They carried what appeared to be a rifle of some sort at their side.

The men were followed by another man who the President assumed to be Lord Revan. He was tall with short cropped black hair and he carried himself with an air of confidence and authority. Unlike the 4 men, he was dressed in what appeared to a black metallic armor with red highlights that the President found to be very intimidating. Despite the armor, the man moved with an almost catlike grace.

Another four men walked down the ramp after Revan, they were dressed in the same fashion as the first four. At some unseen signal, the ramp ascended back up into the ship after everyone was clear. The 8 men spread out around Revan, their eyes scanning the soldiers and secret service agents assessing their threat level. Their hands never left the grip of their rifles, ready to rake action at the slightest sign of danger.

Revan ignored the byplay between the security forces and approached the trio of men standing near the landing site. He stopped when he was no more than 5 feet away. One man was dressed in a crisp dark blue military uniform. On each should were three silver stars and a series of medals and ribbons adorned the left breast of his jackets. This was clearly a military man and most likely the general that had first made contact with Revan.

The other two men he was less sure of. It was probable that the man in the middle was either the President or the Vice-President. He had no idea who the third man was. So in attempt to avoid uncertainty, he addressed the general. "General Martin I presume?" He asked and after getting a nod of acknowledgement he continued "I am Lord Revan."

General Martin was somewhat surprised to be addressed by name. The moment of shock passed and he quickly made introductions "Lord Revan, it is my honor to introduce President George Bush and our Secretary of State, Colin Powell."

Revan nodded to each man in greeting. He cast an amused glance over the tense soldiers and agents before saying "I think it would be in the best interest for all parties if your men were to lower their weapons."

President Bush was not eager to see things fall apart so quickly and privately he agreed with Revan's assessment. So he motioned for the men to stand down. "Lord Revan, we have prepared a room where we can speak privately. Your men are welcome to station themselves outside of the room. My own men will also wait outside the room so there is no danger to you."

Containing his humor at the thought of these men being a danger to either him or his forces, Revan nodded his head in agreement and followed the three men to the aforementioned room. The walls were covered in a dark wood paneling lit at intervals with small but bright gold lamps. There were paintings adorning each wall depicting prior presidents. The room itself was dominated by a large cherry wood conference table. Sturdy straight back chairs surrounded the table.

President Bush motioned Revan to a seat at the middle of the table and took a seat on the opposite side. Coffee and tea were explained and offered, something Revan found highly amusing. Coffee was served by the staff who then quickly scurried out of the room afterwards. "Lord Revan can you explain why you appear to be human?" President Bush asked curiously.

Revan was more than happy to explain, it would be a way to build trust if they thought of him as a misplaced human. "Straight to it then." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts "There are thousands of different species in the galaxy, many of them all but indistinguishable from the inhabitants of Earth. However, I am human and am from Earth."

Trying and failing to mask his astonishment Bush blurted "How is that possible? No other nation has a space program as advanced as ours and we are nowhere near interstellar flight." Bush blushed faintly when he realized what he said but then figured that if Revan was from Earth, he knew that they were not capable of fighting him.

Revan smiled faintly at the President's surprise "When I was less than two years old, an old woman sensed my presence on this planet and came to take me away for training." Revan gave an edited version of his childhood growing up in the Jedi Order and later his role in the Mandalorian wars. Conveniently he omitted any mention of the civil war that followed and his role in it.

All three men sitting across from Revan were horrified by the actions of this woman. They each had families of their own and the thought of one of their children being taken away and never knowing what happened bothered them greatly. It also served to build a feeling of sympathy for Revan and what he had gone through.

The President, with a look of sincere sorrow on his face said "I'm truly sorry for everything you've had to go through in your life. To be stolen away from your family at such a young age, it is truly a terrible thing."

Revan adopted a sad look and let his eyes slide down to the table as if he was trying to mask his own grief over the matter.

General Martin asked a question then "Why have you come back to now? Why bring so many ships with you if the war is over?" During one of the planning sessions, it was decided that either the General or Colin Powell would ask the initial questions that could spark a hostile response. That way, the President would have room to maneuver their way out of the situation if necessary.

Revan wanted to thank the man for such a perfect opening. He had not expected to be asked about his past by the President but he had jumped at the chance to alleviate their suspicions by admitting that he was originally from Earth. "The Earth is great danger. There are at least two galactic powers that I'm aware of that want to control the Earth or destroy it to prevent others from having it." It was the truth after all; they just didn't need to know that he was the second galactic power.

"I don't understand what benefit could they get from controlling Earth or even destroying it? If you are from here, you know that we couldn't possibly be a threat to any of these galactic powers." General Martin objected.

"True, from a military standpoint Earth poses no threat and will not for quite some time unless you get a boost from the outside. No, there exists on Earth people like me, people who can use the force. This in and of itself is not unusual, what is unusual is the number of people. The concentration is higher here than on any other world I have visited. This makes Earth a rich resource or a vital target."

Colin Powell asked "Who are these enemies? Can we negotiate with them?"

Revan launched into a description of the Sith and their empire. He described a typical life for one the empire's citizens, pausing to answer the occasional question. Lastly, he revealed that there had been a pair of Sith operating on Earth in the UK for quite some time until Revan arrived and eliminated them.

The three men were stunned by that revelation and it was some time before they spoke again. "You have proof of this?" The President asked shrewdly. It was easy to spin some wild tales when they didn't have a way of disproving them. The shuttle alone was enough proof of his story about being from another planet but what real evidence was there that Revan was from Earth. That could be a lie designed to garner their sympathy. No, before things went much further, Revan was going to have to provide proof of his story.

Unphased, Revan reached into his pocket and removed a small holocron projector. He placed it on the table and projected a hologram of his final confrontation with the Sith Master. President Bush, General Martin, and Colin Powell sat mesmerized as they watched the furious battle. When it was over Colin Powell asked "What was that weapon you were using?" The grenade was fairly obvious and the Sith was using some kind of sword but he didn't have a name for what Revan was using.

Revan stood and with a small smile removed his light saber from its place on his belt. With a click, the blood red beam extended from the silver hilt. Each of the men jumped back in surprise at the beam's appearance. Holding the blade upright Revan explained "This is a light saber, it is a controlled beam of super heated plasma capable of cutting through most substances. It is the weapon of a Jedi because it is more dangerous to the wielder if they don't possess the necessary skills." Just as quickly, the beam disappeared and Revan returned the light saber to his belt.

"The enemy you were fighting, that was a Sith?" General Martin asked.

"Yes, he was the Master; I had already killed the apprentice weeks ago. As a show of good faith, I am prepared to give a tour of my flagship so that you can see the type of technology that we can bring to bear."

President Bush agreed to the tour and suggested that General Martin and Colin Powell would be the logical choices. Before they broke up the session though Bush made another request "We would appreciate it if you provide us with a DNA sample. I would like to confirm your story that you are indeed from Earth."

Revan gave the matter little thought; it would dispel any doubt about his story. "Of course, how would you like to do this?"

"I will ask one of our doctors to come in here and take a sample." After getting agreement from Revan, Bush called for a doctor and they took a swab from inside Revan's mouth in addition to a small sample of his blood.

The doctors performed their work quickly and efficiently. Once the doctors were gone, Revan sat down briefly while they discussed when they would meet again and steps for moving forward.

"Gentlemen, I will send a shuttle for you in 5 days. You will be contacted with the necessary information." Revan left after exchanging some parting pleasantries with the President.

It wasn't long before the shuttle launched into the air and quickly disappeared from sight followed by the three fighter craft. President Bush and his two advisors returned to the conference room following the departure. "Thoughts?"

Martin was the first to answer "He didn't really tell us much. Just told us about some potential enemy. There really wasn't even an offer of help in there yet."

Powell agreed "It was a meet and greet nothing more. I assume our talks will be more substantive in the future." He paused for a moment before adding "The possibility of him being human is interesting though. It would explain why he is here, probably looking for his family in addition to anything else."

"Yes it would give some insight into why he's here. I don't care how advanced the galaxy though, I find it hard to believe that anyone would put themselves in harm's way when they have nothing to gain. Given the description of his childhood, I'm not sure the idea of protecting family is enough to bring him here. I put a lot more credibility in his wanting to prevent someone else from controlling the planet because of the risk it presents to him." Bush put in.

"Could you imagine being raised out there where traveling to other planets is no different than going to another country? The things he must have seen, I almost envy him." Martin said musingly.

"It will be interesting to see what he is willing to share with us. Clearly, their technology is years if not centuries ahead of our own. That light saber was amazing." Bush added.

The three men continued talking for some time analyzing the conversation and what had been learned. They also began talking about what would be up for negotiation in order to get their hands on some of his equipment; it would revolutionize so many industries. More importantly, the US would be secure from any threat with the proper application of that technology, at least any Earth born threat.

November 29th, 2007

Decimator, High Earth Orbit

Commander Halcyon was standing on the bridge of the Decimator trying to ignore the presence of the man standing next to him. It was a mystery to Halcyon why Revan would give the man any authority after the first betrayal had almost cost him everything. Admittedly, the man's survival hinged on the successful defense of this planet but that didn't erase Halcyon's concerns. Malak is traitor to Lord Revan and it would take a lot more than what he had seen so far to convince him that he had seen the error of his ways. Of course, it seemed that Lord Revan was only prepared to give Malak so much leeway before yanking him back in. Halcyon just hoped he was around when the man was humbled again.

"Halcyon!" Malak snapped, growing tired of the man ignoring him. "Revan ordered you to work with me on the defense of this planet. Unless you want to fail your lord…" He finished with a sneer.

Malak would have smiled if he could. By the look of things, Halcyon was grinding his teeth hard enough pulverize them. His eyes closed for a second as he imagined the sound of Halcyon's teeth audibly cracking under the assault.

"Very well, your ships should arrive within the day. Tell me again what is the composition of your ships and how many fighters are available." Halcyon maintained a straight face but he knew with an absolute certainty that Malak hated repeating himself, it was one of the few ways he could torment the man without angering Revan.

A low mechanical growl escaped from Malak before he could contain it. "As you well know, there are 25 ships in the battle group. There are 6 battleship class vessels supported by a number of cruisers and destroyers. In total there are close to 350 fighters ready for immediate launch. Now if you done making me repeat information you have heard countless times, I think we need to be prepared to fall back to the planet in case we can't hold them near the asteroid belt."

Halcyon was nothing if not a soldier and he would not play with the lives of those under his command. So once Malak began discussing the defense of the system, Halcyon was all business. "I agree, the laser batteries and remote turrets in the asteroid belt will provide some additional cover but it won't be enough if they come in greater numbers."

"If we are lucky, the turrets may thin out their fighters but in all probability the defensive fire will not be strong enough to do any significant damage to their capital ships."

Halcyon nodded in agreement before adding "It's unfortunate we don't have more data on the nature of their fleets. As it is we can only speculate that their ships have similar capabilities to our own."

"You've seen the data from Revan's previous encounters. On a one to one basis our ships seem to match up fairly well against theirs. The weapons are not quite as strong but our shield technology and hull armor is better. Most likely they are willing to sacrifice durability for overwhelming firepower."

Halcyon muttered under his breath "You'd know all about overwhelming firepower." He was referring to devastated worlds that Malak had left in his wake. As a military commander, Halcyon didn't understand the need to waste resources in such a way. Why occupy a planet if you are going to have to rebuild it from the ground up first. This led him to consider the first meeting with the Americans,

On the surface, Revan's meeting with the US government seemed foolish. The US was not a threat in any way to the safety of the fleet and yet Revan had met with them face to face more or less as equals. He had even agreed to provide a tour of this ship in the coming days to representatives from their government. It would be a simple matter to devastate the planet's infrastructure and sweep away the remnants of resistance. This way though, the people would willingly join with Revan and it would not be necessary to rebuild everything from the ground up.

Malak called up an image of the Earth and moon and began position the fleet in strategic locations to provide the greatest defense. Halcyon grudgingly admitted that the man was a brilliant tactician; the placements of the ships would draw in the enemy and expose their flanks to forces that could hide in the shadow of Earth's moon.

Tensions had been rising in the fleet these last few days. There had been no sign of the Sith fleet yet but it had to be on its way. Thankfully, Malak's forces would be here in time to provide additional strength.

Their planning complete for the time being, Halcyon turned to another matter. "Have you prepared your portion of the tour for Revan's guests?" There was some humor evident in his voice because of what Malak had been asked to do.

"Yes I will perform like a trained animal and impress them with the power of the force." Malak's eyes sparkled for a moment in mirth "Do you think Revan would mind if I used one of them to practice my lightning strike on?"

"I don't think that is what he had in mind for this particular diplomatic event. Though if things don't go as planned or the Americans become too bothersome he could probably be persuaded to give them to you."

Malak actually laughed briefly relishing the thought. "And you, has the ship been cleaned and made ready for the visit from such august dignitaries?"

Halcyon's expression soured somewhat "Yes, personally I hate these things. Give me a target I can shoot at any day over this diplomatic garbage."

Both men knew there were no feelings of friendship; they were just two men sharing the humor of a situation. It was unlikely that there would ever be anything more than a cool professional relationship and privately both preferred that it stay that way.

December 1st, 2007

Ministry of Magic, London UK

It had been more than a week since Revan had last spoken with James. Given the situation, he didn't want to pressure his father into making a decision. The meeting with the Americans had been fairly superficial. It would help build trust if he was able to bring James with him to the next meeting. Even though Revan was from Earth, it would be natural to doubt his intentions. Not many people would put themselves at risk for an entire planet with no ulterior motives. Revan certainly didn't fall into that group.

So it came as no small relief when James contacted Revan and asked to speak with him at the Ministry of Magic on December 1st. Fortunately for Revan, the Americans were scheduled for their tour at the same time. It was with a heavy heart that Revan handed over responsibility for the visitors to Halcyon and Malak. Privately, he couldn't help but laugh when he remembered the expression on their faces when he told them the good news. There were definitely perks to being in charge.

"Lord Revan, we have reached the designated coordinates and will be on the ground in 2 minutes." The pilot announced.

Revan checked his armor to make sure everything was in place and that his light saber was securely fastened to his belt. Normally he wouldn't have worn the armor to a meeting with his father but since it was at the Ministry of Magic, he wanted to make an impression with any wizards or witches that saw him.

Less than 10 minutes later, Revan was met by an Unspeakable agent and together they portkeyed to the Ministry. Revan let out a soft grunt when he landed, knees bending instinctually to absorb the impact. They walked briskly through the Ministry bypassing the normal security checkpoints and proceeding directly to the elevators that would take them to the Department of Mysteries.

The agent escorting Revan was silent the entire time and Revan was never one for idle chatter. Revan was thankful for the guide though because he had spent very little time in the Ministry itself and the time he had spent were usually in James' old office, not his new one as head of the Unspeakables. The office door was open so Revan walked in and was greeted by a slight smile from James who motioned for him to close the door.

Once the door was closed, Revan sat down in front of his father after shaking hands. Revan was surprised to find himself a little nervous about what his father might say so he decided to get it over with quickly. "I assume that since you called me here you have come to a decision."

James heard the nervousness in Revan's voice. Most people would have missed it but he had spent enough time with his son to recognize it and it made him feel better about his decision. Somehow, it made Revan seem more human and less the unyielding leader he often portrayed himself as. "I have. I will help you and work as your representative, but there are some conditions that I expect you to agree to."

Revan was relieved and his shoulders drooped a little as some of the tension left him. "What conditions?"

"I have two conditions that you have to agree to otherwise I won't help you." He waited for Revan to nod in understanding before continuing. "First, I want to be involved in any decision making regarding the Earth and I want the right to veto the methods chosen." James could see that Revan was about to protest so he held up his hand to forestall him. "I'm not saying I can veto your decisions, simply I can veto the way they are implemented. You've told me what Malak has done and you yourself have done in the name of fighting the Sith. I will not let you do that on Earth."

Revan gritted his teeth but agreed to the demand. As James said, Revan would still be making the decisions but he would not be able to do whatever he wanted on the planet. Given the resources that would come to him, it was worth the concession.

James lost his train of thought for a moment; he had expected Revan to put up more of a fight to his first demand. The second one shouldn't be as objectionable. "Second, I want to approach the nations peacefully. None of them are a threat to you militarily and it costs you nothing. If they attack your forces on the ground than that is a different situation but I want don't want you to go in with guns blazing."

The second condition was surprisingly easy for Revan to agree to. It helped that he agreed with it, Malak was the one who had wasted so much potential by destroying world after world. The people here were too valuable to waste like that. "I see no problem with that."

James looked at Revan suspiciously, it seemed too easy. Then Revan explained "You should probably know that I have already been approached by the United States. I met with their President a week ago at Camp David."

James didn't even know what to say. It never occurred to him that one of the governments would reach out to Revan first. Of course it would be the Americans, they were the most advanced and therefore most likely to somehow detect Revan's fleet. "What happened?" He asked, a little bit afraid of the answer he would get.

Revan described his meeting with the President and his advisors. Unknown to them, Revan's assessment mirrored that of the Americans, specifically that there was very little of substance being discussed. It did nothing more than to set the stage for future meetings. "The Secretary of State and General Martin should be on the Decimator as we speak for their tour. I would like you to be at our next meeting. It may help to establish a level of trust between us."

"Shouldn't you be there for the tour?" James asked.

Revan laughed "God no, I hate that kind of thing. I shoved it onto Halcyon's shoulders to deal with." Seeing James' amused look he added "There are advantages to being in charge after all. I'm sure you'll figure it out too."

Before James could respond, alarm klaxons started blaring in the office. Both Revan and James shot out of their chairs to find out what was going on. The pair rushed from the office to the central dispatch office which handled the coordination for agents during all emergencies for the Unspeakables.

"What the hell is going on?" James had to yell to be heard over the alarm.

"Voldemort and some Death Eaters are attacking Diagon Alley." The agent in charge answered.

James felt a moment of panic; this was his first battle as leader of the Unspeakables. "Get every available agent to Diagon Alley; this is our chance to take Voldemort down. Revan and I will head up their now to take charge in the field." They didn't even wait for acknowledgment; they simply ran to the elevators to return to the ground level.

It only took a few moments for them to make it outside. The Ministry was located on a side street off of Diagon Alley so they could clearly hear the screams and explosions coming from the attack. Just as they started to approach, Revan's communicator activated.

"Lord Revan, this is Commander Halcyon please respond." There was a note of urgency in the commander's voice that Revan had never heard before. Even as he wondered what would rattle his commander, a squadron of his fighters appeared in the sky above London. Their engines screaming, red laser blasts were raining across the sky. At first Revan didn't see the enemy and he thought that perhaps Malak had betrayed him again but then a cold pit formed in his stomach. Black needle shaped fighters joined the battle against his fighters. The black fighters swooped and swerved, most avoiding the blaster fire but a few took enough damage to send them spiraling into the city adding more chaos and devastation to the situation.

James had temporarily forgotten about Diagon Alley, awed by the deadly dance that was taking place in the skies above him. He vaguely heard Revan say "Halcyon, report!"

"The Sith are here. They managed to mask their hyper drive signatures and were on us before we knew it. They breached our initial line but we have managed to halt their advance for the time being."

"Do what you can commander. I won't have a way of getting up to you now." Revan said before clicking off. "Come on James, there is nothing we can do about the Sith from down here, we have to take care of Voldemort once and for all."