This is a Harry Potter, Star Wars The Old Republic Crossover Fanfiction only.

Well, I actually didn't even have to apply to become an Auror, in fact, the second I met with the Minister of Magic he asked me to become one. I am not kidding, he was quite insistent that I become a member of the Ministry's Law Enforcement Division. I don't know if it's McGonnagal's doing or it's because I am considered by many a national hero.

I was not about to argue against it so I accepted, the next thing I knew I was having my measurements taken, the woman said it was for my new uniform, this felt to me more like she was measuring me for a coffin. With the dangers of my chosen profession, I would not doubt it for a second. Dark wizards and witches don't ever surrender peacefully.

I got my identification, which was a badge that I wore on the inside of my jacket. Once I put my supposedly new uniform on I tried very hard not to laugh, it was hilarious that my new uniform was something that made me look like a sheriff in one of those old cowboy films, duster, boots, holster for my wand.

As I was told that I would officially begin tomorrow I decided to buy some groceries and go home. I bought some things I knew I didn't have or at least Dobby couldn't make. I walked into the house and I got to say that it was really surprising how much he managed to do in so little time. The house that looked bad enough that not even a homeless guy would sleep in was actually looking pretty decent.

I went to the kitchen and placed the groceries on the shelves and in the refrigerator. I looked at Dobby busy cleaning the stove and I thanked him for everything he has done so far. "Mighty and Power Harry Potter thanks, poor Dobby? This is why he is so great, to be so considerate of someone as low such as I. Master, there is a person waiting for you in the living room. I tried to tell her to leave like you told me, but she simply would not listen."

"Don't worry about it Dobby, could you kindly bring us a pitcher of lemonade when you have some time?" The house elf was so happy that I asked that he accidently banged his head on the inside of the oven.

I walked towards the living room and it was just the person I was expecting to see, I totally forgot that this place was once the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, since that was true every member knew where this house was and how to enter it. If this place was not so called during the winter, or I didn't plan to use the Floo Network to get to work, I would seriously consider closing my fireplace after this.

"So Headmistress McGonnagal, to what do I owe this visit to my humble home?" From the stern look, she was giving me it wasn't a pleasant visit at all. For a second I felt like that one time she assigned me detention with Hagrid.

"Harry I been hearing some awful things about you lately, what is this I hear that you basically broke the heart of an innocent young woman, flirted shamelessly with the bride of the same young woman's brother, and even threatened to cause her harm?"

I should have known this would happen, Ginny went to cry and pretend that she was devastated to Minerva, she always did have a soft spot for her, ever since I made that stupid mistake of rescuing her from the Chamber of Secrets, in my defense what could I possibly do? She was the sister of my good friend. I couldn't abandon her to be left to die, ironic now that I think about it.

"So Ginevra went to you to complain about what happened at the hospital, why am I not surprised, well apparently she didn't tell you what she did. Did she tell you what she said to the doctors, who might I add gave her medical decision rights without having the legal right to do so? So sit down Minerva because this is not going to be pleasant for either one of us."

Dobby came in carrying a serving tray with a pitcher of lemonade, and two full glasses. He placed it on a book table near the two armchairs. "Thank you very much, Dobby." He left smiling towards the kitchen and Minerva just looked at the whole scene with a confused look on her face.

"Ginny said that I lived my purpose, that since I was of no longer use, she was not going to waste her money, her time or her youth taking care of a squib cripple. That I should be disposed of with the rest of the garbage. Which the doctor did, they threw me into the garbage bin without even wondering if I would survive being left there."

She nearly choked on her lemonade as she finished hearing me tell her that, I guess I was right, Ginny never actually told her that part to our former Head of House, more than likely she told her only the things that made me look like a selfish cad.

I shouldn't be so surprised she tried to do the exact same thing when I told her I already had a date with someone else for the Yule Ball dance, it sure didn't help that said date would eventually marry one of her brothers. I think the fact that I was declared the winner of the tournament, and that I was also blamed for the death of one of the people participating in the tournament had something to do with the fact our relationship soured, at this point in my life I can blame Ginny without even trying.

"That is impossible, Ginevra Weasley has always been such a sweet, kind and tender young lady. I would never suspect her of saying such a thing, much less authorizing you to be treated in such a horrific manner. You were here knight in shining armor, her crush for most of her life, I just can't picture her doing something like that."

I looked at her as I put down my lemonade and looked at the corner of the living room. "I still have that Pensive Professor Dumbledore left to me in his will, would you find it easier to believe if I extract these particular memories and show them to you, yes Minerva I am that confident in what I say."

She actually wanted to extract the memories herself and I guess I couldn't blame her, prepared memories could have tampered. As soon as she placed them in my pensive she began looking through them, I guess she didn't need much time to digest them, I just finished my glass of lemonade and was serving myself a second one when she finally got her head out of my pensive and walked practically growling towards her seat.

She finished her glass in lemonade in a single gulp, and I knew she was in a very bad mood, even worse than that time Lockhart promised a few dozen female students to help with their careers if they did him a few special favors. Since he only asked Gryffindor students then Professor McGonnagal told him her house was not a brothel, and she looks even madder than when she was talking with him.

"That lying, manipulative, backstabbing witch! She honestly tried to get me to patch things up with her, and you two to get back together, and I believed her. I should really know better, I hated the idea to leave you with the Dursleys but Dumbledore told me they would take care of you, now this. I really should be more careful in believing what my fellow Gryffindors tell me. I am sorry to come to give you a guilt trip you don't deserve Harry."

I looked at her and filled her glass with more lemonade, "Think nothing of it, it can happen to best of us, I actually believed that she actually loved me, so who am I to say something bad about this. I got a nice position with the Aurors, decent pay, plenty of time and situations where I can do some magical research, all in all, I am rather happy with my life at the moment."

She didn't expect that if the way she was looking at me was telling me. "I would think they would want to keep you out of harm's way since all the things you had to go through during these past seven years. Do you have any idea who it was that got the ministry to change their position on this?"

I guess it wasn't McGonnagal that got me into the Aurors after all, "My guess it was a pureblood family that was in league with Voldemort. Thinking that by placing me on this job, they would have a better chance to exact revenge for the murder of their beloved leader."

She looked at me but now with a look of utter disbelief, "And you took the job knowing that? Maybe I should call in a few mental health professionals to give you a good examination." I couldn't help but laugh hearing her say that.

"Honestly I couldn't be happier, I expect no less than three assassination attempts per day, I am actually so happy in fact that I want to send a thank you howler to Lucius Malfoy, I might even make a comment that if Draco has not found a bride yet, I could certainly recommend one they would actually get along with, one Ginevra Weasley."

I took a drink from my glass and looked at Minerva with that smile on her face, "Honestly I am tempted to go right back to Hogwarts and ask why did the hat put someone like Ginny in Gryffindor, after the way she pretty much tricked me all those years, and her treatment of me in the hospital, she would make Salazar Slytherin proud."

Minerva took a sip from her own glass and looked at me, "The fact that she is also a pureblood would really have made her fit right in too. You don't need to come back to the castle Harry, the hat is in my office, I will ask it and send you a letter telling you the answer. So what kind of research are you doing?"

I looked at her and since she decided to touch that subject, and she was one of my favorite teachers, how could I possibly not answer her question? "I am doing research on the killing curse, and finding out that there are literally thousands of ways to kill a person and not a single one mutilates my own soul. Currently, I am working on elemental magic, burned, shocked, drowned, asphyxiation, crushed, boiled, and baked so far I found a way to use the elements to cause each one of those."

She looked at me with a shocked look on her face, "I would also use some of the unforgivable, but ever since Azkaban has lost the presence of the dementors, that place suddenly doesn't have that much of an appeal anymore. So I am sticking to spells that are not one of the unforgivably."

"Those spells should keep me busy for about a week, a month if I am lucky. You never know, this might even help the Prophet sell more papers, that would be nice since I do own quite a bit of stock in that paper."

After a few days on the job and I am literally singing while walking through towards my office space, meaning my cubicle that I share with one other Auror. I couldn't be happier, well that is not technically true, I really wish Lucius would really consider taking my advice and have his little hell spawn marry Ginny.

In the past three days, I found no less than fifteen ways to use the fire element in spells, and all of them ended with no property damage and a pile of burned corpses that used to be dark wizards and witches. I had no idea, maybe this is why the death eaters loved to kill and torture people, and what is better, everything I did was completely legal.

Ok, I better stop my wand seems to disapprove of my current mass slaughter, I keep telling my wand that it was all for a good reason, that if I had to viciously kill them to act as a deterrent well it was all for the greater good. I know it sounds like an excuse but let's face it if Dumbledore could use it why can't I?

"Mr. Potter, would it be too much trouble for you to try and capture a criminal once in a while? You are giving our division a bad name, they practically are saying that we are closer to the reapers of the Ministry of Magic rather than the Magical Law Enforcement division."

I looked at my boss and smiled, "But there are fewer people using magic to commit crimes, they are not breaking the law as often, and the statute of secrecy is perfectly safe, so no actual muggle will ever find out magic actually exists right?"

I looked at him and he began to smile, "Look, Harry, I am not telling you to actually stop killing magical criminals, I would be a total hypocrite if I did that, I am just telling you to capture a few of them so the people know they do actually have the chance to surrender. I certainly am not going to argue that you don't get results."

I looked at him and smiled, "But Professor Moody, I always give them an opportunity to surrender, they never actually do. I never thought that the man once called Mad-Eye Moody, the single most brutal Law Enforcer of the Ministry would be lecturing me about the moral ethics of restraint, did you ever think this would happen, George?"

My partner flat out looks at me with a smile and says yes.

I went home to a nice clean home, a few thousand hate letters, messages, and emails, Dobby had my dinner ready and he even had a cup of tea ready for my evening of filling out reports, because yes, you do shorten the stack of cases that go to court when you kill dark wizards and witches but it doesn't decrease my paper at all.

"You know something I sometimes feel like I simply don't fit in this world anymore. Since when self-defense was considered a morally unethical crime?" The painting of my godfather's mother just had to say since it involved ending the life of someone else.

This coming from a woman that wanted to back a psychopath simply because he eventually would cause the destruction of the world. "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy the fact that your painting was moved into the very room I eat my meals in?"

The painting looked at me and began to wonder about something, she did say that it was strange since she never actually remembers me saying anything like that. "I live alone, well alone except for a painting, a house elf, and a very upset owl. So yes I do appreciate having someone to have such a pleasant company and conversations when I eat my meals."

I didn't know what sort of landmine I was stepping on until it was too late, "Which brings up a question me and Dobby here have been having, you are a well paid, successful, kind, considerate, and thoughtful person, why is a guy like you even with a girlfriend, lover, hell, why is nobody trying to get married to you?"

Great the painting of my godfather's mother, and my own house elf are getting worried about me being single. I sure walked right into this one, "Let's just say it would take a very special woman to get me to even consider it, I mean after what happened to me with Ginevra do you think I am in the mood to date?"

As my worked continued, and my spells became more deadly something strange began to happen to my wand. It first started with the interior, and since Ollivander was dead, there was no one I could ask what was happening.

My wand was changing and I had no idea what it was changing into, the only thing is that I knew was that I been pumping my magic through it must more than I ever did before. The spells only seem to have the desired effect when I actually put my own feelings into them, and I know how strange that sounds, but it really was true my own passion was the key to my new found strength.

Every criminal I took down was another Dark Lord waiting to happen, every single criminal I put an end to I kept doing the same things I did when I fought against Voldemort and his goons, to protect those that could not defend themselves. Most people expect me to have changed and lost my morals after what Ginevra did to me, but it will take a lot more than that to break me.

The people in the ministry might call me a monster, and I didn't care, as long as I could put down the people that would cause as much death and pain as Tom did, through my power I will live as I have always lived, to defend and protect, to ensure others would have the very thing I secretly yearn for and wish in my cold and lonely nights, a loving family, a warm home, and a good life with people that care about each other.

Sometimes for good to survive, evil must die, sometimes to save someone, you needed to end the lives of others, there were no heroes in this world, there were people like me who only wanted to do as much good as possible, even though it means my hands will get bloody in doing so.

Moody finally got to me and I guess I decided to try and use my magic to control the minds of these criminals, I remember an old movie I saw Dudley talk about, something about a mind trick, a way to make a person do something they would never consider.

I began to wave my hand in front of a group of kidnappers, "You don't want to kidnap these young women, what you want is to go to the cops and confess everything about all the wrong things you were done and the names of those that ordered you to do it."

The group of men got a really dopey look on their faces, "You know you are right, I don't want to kidnap young women anymore, I really should confess and tell the Aurors about who told me to do that."

They actually did confess, and it turns out that they were all hired and employed to kidnap beautiful young women to force them to become sex slaves at a bunch of brothels this person owned, they told me, Moody and George everything, and if anything they didn't hold back any details. It seems they were all very scared about their boss and what she would do if she was angry with them.

The attempt to capture them revealed to me a new away to deal with some criminals, a new branch of magic for me, but it didn't come without a price, the name of their boss was one I didn't want to hear ever again, it was Ginevra Weasley.