Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars. Also, the initial concept of MInT is based on MAXI from Way of the Force, which I have borrowed with kind permission from icy manipulator.

Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP and HBP. Star Wars Ep I, Ep II and Ep III.

Summary: An incident in space causes Anakin and Obi-Wan to land on a planet in the Unknown Regions. There they will discover a whole different way of using the force, and secrets long kept from both the Jedi and Sith Orders. Will eventually be an AU ROTS.

Brackets are a master-padawan bond.

(Padawan speaking) - Anakin in this case

(Master speaking) - Obi-Wan.

'Thoughts'

I'm no good at dogfights, which is why this one is so short.

enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Two Chosen Ones?

Unknown Regions, 23rd August 1997 (Earth date)

Warning! Warning! Enemy fighters incoming!

"Typical! The one time neither of us has a fighter or droid in these regions and we're attacked!"

"Hurry up and man the guns! I'll make sure they don't hit us."

The ship rolled to the side, narrowly missing several laser blasts.

"Ok I'm in. Can you get me in range?"

"On it."

Anakin cut the engines and switched to the reverse thrusters, taking the shuttle behind the fighters, who were too slow to react.

"Just the leader left now."

As the ship was manoeuvring to bring the craft in range, the separatist ship got a hit on the left flank of the shuttle before Obi-Wan shot it down as well.

"Hyperdrive's been damaged! We're not gonna be able to go very far until I can repair it. We don't have much regular fuel left either."

"Sensors detect that the nearest planet with breathable atmosphere is the third one from that star. It's less than half a parsec away. Will we be able to get there?"

"Getting there shouldn't be a problem, it's getting back that concerns me. We'll have to find something local to use as fuel or buy a new vessel if we can."

"We'll figure it out later. Plotting the co-ordinates now."

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Half an hour later they emerged from hyperspace.

"That's all we're going to be able to get out of this baby I'm afraid Master."

"Anakin how many times do I have to remind you I'm not your master anymore?"

"Sorry Master." he smirked.

Ignoring that, Obi-Wan turned to the scanners "According to this, the planet is inhabited. There's signs of technology, but not very advanced yet for the most part. Certainly no space ports."

"Lets just land before we crash. I'll activate that new cloaking field just in case."

"Land somewhere over there on that island, where there's no cities."

"There's a small village with a house to one side. I'll just land near there in case we need local assistance."

"Good idea."

"All my ideas are good."

"I wouldn't go that far. Remember the Jawa incident?"

"How was I supposed to know that Threepio would be so annoying that no-one would buy him?"

"Thought it was fairly obvious myself…"

"Whoa! All the systems have started acting up!"

"I'd noticed! What's happening?"

"I don't know! Wait systems are back online…well that was odd. They only went haywire when we were flying over that house and the big field next to it."

"Land here and let's go and investigate."

After leaving the craft, they headed towards the field that had affected the equipment.

"That's odd." Obi-Wan stopped. "Stretch out using the force Anakin, and tell me what you sense."

Anakin gave him a funny look, but did as he was asked. "What the? This entire area is full of force users! But then again, not exactly. I sense a very different form of the force here. I get the feeling that they probably wouldn't be able to tap in the way we do."

"As long as I'm not imagining things. Look, there's a huge crowd over there. I wonder why we never noticed it from the air?"

As they walked towards the crowd they heard a lot of murmuring. Using the force to enhance their hearing, they heard:

"When will this wedding end? I want to get a look at him."

"Do you suppose he really is the Chosen One?"

"Of course he is Enid, why else would he still be alive when Dumbledore isn't? Besides, what else could that prophecy be about?"

They pulled back a bit.

"Prophesy? Chosen One? You don't think they're talking about you Anakin?"

"I doubt it. They're waiting for him to come out of the wedding for one thing, although where that is, I don't know. It's just an empty field."

As they stood debating this new information, an old lady hobbled up to them.

"I don't suppose you nice young gentlemen would keep an old girl company?" she asked.

"It would be our pleasure Madam." Obi-Wan bowed.

"Such good manners too! You don't see that too often nowadays."

Meanwhile the two jedi were using the remnants of their training bond to mentally communicate.

(Old girl my foot! She's got as much life energy as someone in their twenties!)

(Don't forget Anakin, that Master Yoda has a lot of life energy, and he's very old. This woman is a force user of a sort.)

The woman meanwhile, was carrying on obliviously "Of course, there's a very nice young man in that wedding too! He was saving me a seat but I can't get back in because of that crowd."

"We can help you get through if you would like." Anakin offered.

"That's a kind offer dear, I may take you up on it in a moment. Said a very strange thing to me before, that young boy though, do you know what he said?"

They looked at her inquiringly. Anakin meanwhile was thinking 'this is a waste of time'.

"He said 'If you ever meet someone from another planet, you can always tell if they're like us by saying two words'. Do you know what they are?"

"I have no idea Madam." Obi-Wan was completely relaxed by this point, which turned out to be stupid because:

"Accio Lightsabers!"

Their lightsabers shot out from their belts and into her outstretched hand. They immediately got into battle stance, when they heard her say "Yep, you're the ones he was on about". Her voice was no longer croaky, but young and strong. She handed the weapons back, then with a (pop!) in front of them was a young woman with spiked up pink hair.

"Right," she said quite calmly "lets get through to the wedding. Follow me please."

Since they had wanted to go there anyway to see this Chosen One, they followed her as she walked through the crowd, clearing a path quite effectively as she announced in a loud voice "Move outta the way, can't you see we're the auror guard?" When they got to the front of the queue, she stepped forward – and vanished.

"You first Anakin."

As he stepped forward, he felt a slight tingling run over his skin. The first thing he noticed was a huge gathering of people, the next was that the mist which he had seen covering the whole island wasn't present here. For some reason he felt a lot more cheerful as well.

Then Obi-Wan stepped through. "What happened to all of the mist?"

"We spent ages keeping it out of this area. This wedding is supposed to be a happy event, it shouldn't be influenced by the dementor mist."

(Dementor mist?)

(Don't ask me.)

She led the way to a row with a couple of empty seats. "Here they are Harry." she whispered, then went to sit with a tired-looking man in the row in front.

"Hi" the boy called Harry murmured. "Don't worry, the ceremony's almost over."

At that precise moment, the priest or holy man or whatever he was said "You may now kiss the bride." The couple at the altar kissed, to general applause and cheering.

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As they were making their way out, Obi-Wan asked Harry "Excuse me, but have you heard about this 'Chosen One' or whatever he is? Do you know who he is?"

Harry rolled his eyes and replied, "You'll find out soon enough. I bet there's people waiting out there to mob him."

They walked back into the mist and crowds, which suddenly became a lot more noisy and active, trying to get to Harry. Fortunately, the aurors were keeping everyone off his back. Well, mainly.

"Harry, will you confirm or deny the rumours of you being the 'Chosen One'?" an oldish woman with a bright green quill asked.

"That's none of your business really Rita." he replied.

"What about the night Dumbledore died? You and he were both reported to be away from Hogwarts before the tragedy. What were you both doing that was so important? My readers deserve to know."

'Ah, a reporter' thought Obi-Wan.

"That's between me and Professor Dumbledore. Tonks, can you get rid of her please?"

The pink-haired woman called "Get out of the way before I hex you! We've got a party to get to". The woman scuttled off, scowling.

When they got to the yard, Harry slowed down. "Oh! I haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Harry, and these are my best friends Hermione and Ron. We'll just stay long enough for the wedding feast, then we'll head back to my place for spare parts…at least I assume that's why you landed on this backwater of a planet."

"That is most kind of you. Should we stay outside during the meal? We don't want to impose." Obi-Wan asked.

"Don't worry. Mum would love for you to 'impose' as long as Harry vouches for you." the redhead replied.

"Will there be enough food?" questioned the older jedi, then wondered why the three teenagers burst out laughing.

"That's…not…really…a problem." Harry got out between gasps.

They saw what he meant when several huge tables, all piled to the brim with food appeared round the corner. He led the way to a table that Tonks, the tired-looking man, a balding redheaded man and a plump redheaded woman were already sat at.

When the woman saw them she exclaimed "Harry dear! And who are your two friends?"

"We're called Ron and Hermione mum, sheesh we haven't been gone that long!"

"You're getting to be as bad as your brothers, I meant the two gentlemen of course!"

"This is Ben" indicating Obi-Wan, "and this is Revan." meaning Anakin. "They're old friends of the family. They've stopped by for a short while. I hope you don't mind them coming to the wedding?"

"Not at all dear, the more the merrier, they look like they need a bit of a feeding up anyway."

(Did she just call us skinny?)

"Don't worry about that, she says that to everyone she doesn't cook for." Ron whispered.

Instead of the usual speeches and toasts, the groom, a man with red hair and a heavily scarred face, announced, "Let the feast begin!" Everyone began to eat.

"Mmm! This is delicious Mrs Weasley, did you cook it all yourself?"

This seemed like a stupid question to Obi-Wan, as there was no way one woman could have cooked all this food, it would have taken twenty droids an entire day. Therefore, he was surprised to hear her reply "Mostly. Annette Delacour helped make the French food, as she knew the better recipes."

Anakin paused stuffing his face to comment "This is some of the best food I've ever tasted". 'Even if it is a little weird.' She beamed at him.

"Watch out. She might try and marry you off to someone in the family now."

"Speaking of weddings," Harry smirked "When's yours Remus?"

The tired-looking man, who Anakin supposed was Remus, choked, then glared at Harry.

"I don't think we're going to get married." Tonks replied calmly. "You don't need to nowadays to live together. Calling me Lupin would get confusing, and I refuse to get called Nymphadora."

"What about your middle name?" asked Anakin.

"It's Desdemona."

"Ah. Can I just ask, what were your parents thinking?"

Tonks laughed. "Finally, someone who agrees with me!"

"So," Remus tried to change the conversation "what have you lot been doing at Godrics Hollow?"

"We've discovered so many fascinating things!" Hermione gushed. "Both magical and technological…as well as other things…" she trailed off.

"Teknol-thingy? Is that like plugs?" the balding man asked. His wife sighed irritably, while everyone else tried to conceal grins.

"Sort of, Mr Weasley."

Suddenly, they noticed that people were beginning to get up and dance.

"We'd better go. I'll just go and congratulate Bill and Fleur."

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After saying goodbye to the bride and groom and the two bridesmaids, both of which kissed Harry, they got into what he called a car. "It's actually a Pontiac Firebird. You can tell that Sirius had a hand in her designs."

They drove along a deserted road for a few minutes, then a symbol on the dashboard lit up. The two jedi started, they had just felt Harry stretch out using the force.

"Yep you're right MInT, we're all clear."

Suddenly, various consoles changed, and the interior of the car resembled that of a speeder – sort of.

"I'm always right Harry, you should know that by now." An amused female voice rang out.

"Where have I heard that before?" Obi-Wan muttered.

"So, who are the two cuties?"

"Okay, that does it!" he exclaimed. "It's not fair if you can see us but we can't see you."

There was a throaty chuckle, then:

"Honey, you're sitting in me."

"Wha…The car?" Obi-Wan asked Harry, who laughed and replied, "Her name's MInT, it stands for Magically Intelligent Transportation."

"A vehicle with A.I. Wizard!" Anakin said.

"What did you say?" Ron laughed.

"It means really cool, why?"

"That's what our race is called. Wizards."

"Oh."

"Anyway" Harry carried on, "time to find out who you are. MInT, access the Republican database please."

"No problem." A metal device with a handprint on it shot out of the floor and hovered before the two jedi.

"Don't worry, it's just a slight jab, it's the only way to confirm your identity with no margin of error."

Obi-Wan put his hand in the print. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, midi-chlorian count: 14,200, status: Jedi Master."

Anakin then copied the procedure, "Anakin Skywalker, midi-chlorian count: 30,000, status: Jedi Knight. Shall I add these two to the annex door?"

"Negative MInT, they aren't staying long, just to pick up some spare parts or something. Anyway, lets start actually getting somewhere. Activate cloaking!"

The car started shimmering, then a slot in the back opened and a bottle dropped into a tray.

"Here's your calming potion Hermione, would either of you two like one?" MInT asked.

"Why would we need one?"

"Not everyone appreciates Harry's style of flying."

"Could I have one?" Obi-Wan asked nervously, thinking no doubt of some of the speeder chases he and Anakin had participated in in the past. Another bottle appeared, which he drank quickly.

"Ready? Ok here we go!" The car fully transformed into a speeder, and Harry shot off, weaving past trees and buildings with a speed and recklessness that rivalled Anakin's.

TBC

A.N. Okay, here's a question for the readers. Can anyone think of a good name for an order of force users that uses positive emotions (e.g. love, hope etc.)to access the force, and yet is totally devoted to balance? I have a few ideas, but maybe one of yours will be better. Answers in your reviews please.

Review Replies:

Raggedygal: Thanks for that. Don't worry, I'll be using the original script of ROTS to make sure it stays as close to canon as possible whilst being completely different.

korrd: Thanks. This soon enough for you?

Willow: How was this? I didn't actually know Anakins exact count, but I've read a lot of fics with it being 30,000 or 35,000 so I didn't realise Harrys was higher. It needed to be higher than most jedi, but not quite as high as Anakins. What is his count? I've got another SW fic in mind for when I finish this, so I would appreciate knowing. Thanks.

TonyDiMeraslover: Thanks for that opinion. The story will probably slow down once the main storyline of ROTS begins, but I wanted to get the Trio introduced as quickly as possible. I'm not a big fan of those stories that take ages to bring characters into the mix.

You might have noticed I repeated thanks a lot there, but I really mean it so I'll say it again. A big thank you to all my lovely reviewers. Keep 'em coming please!

Amethyst Sylph