Harry was more than stunned. Not only had this man just rescued him, but he had also addressed him as "beautiful." Harry was flattered but suffered a confusion worse than if he was hit by a Confundus Charm. Nevertheless, he appreciated the help his mysterious savior had given him. As he was clearly no longer in any immediate danger, Harry turned to this man, and, noting his sparkling blue eyes, said, "many thanks for rescuing me but—er—if you don't mind me asking….. where am I?"

"Tatooine, of course. Where else could you find a desert like this?" responded the man, brusquely.

Harry gave a quizzical look and a small chuckle. "Ha, Tatooine… is that some new Muggle country or something?"

The man returned the questioning gaze with a hint of longing, and posed his next statement: "Muggle? What is that? And of course Tatooine isn't a country. It is the planet on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Yanno? The desert planet. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't. Hardly anyone comes here unless they're a smuggler or a slave. Used to be an important trade center, but once the Empire took over all the smugglers fled the central galaxy and came here."

Harry was flabberghastingly perplexed. Planet? Galaxies? Whatever spell, whatever trick Hermione had used was a powerful one. He was definitely not in England anymore.

"Alright, thanks for helping me mate, but can you help me back to Earth? I need to get back home" Harry asked, using the testily ironic British politeness he knew and loved.

"Earth? Never heard of it. You mind tellin' me which star system?"

"It's by the Sun. Or Sol. You know it?"

"Nope. There no sun in this galaxy. You'd probably have to spend eons hunting through various galaxies to find it."

This information was astonishing to Harry. So much so that he began to cry like a little bitch. Tears streamed down his face faster than he could fly on his firebolt. All the pent up emotions released; the stress of his son's death, his best friends' betrayal, his inability to return home. All was released.

"Hey, man, it will be alright. Just relax. We'll take you to Coruscant… you'll be able to find all of the information you want there. Um, by the way, what's your name?" the man asked.

Harry's wracking sobs slowed. "It's Harry. Harry Potter. You?"

"Luke Skywalker, Grand Master of the Jedi"

"The Jedi? What the hell is a Jedi?"

Luke gave a slight, small chuckle, letting a smile escape to his lips. "Looks like you have a lot to learn, Harry." What a nice name, Luke thought. "Alright, gorgeous, we can't just sit here in Jabba's lair forever. Someone might totally come to fight us." Harry blushed as Luke said gorgeous. What was this strange feeling he felt in his heart?"

Luke took Harry from the Hutt's palace towards town. On the way, Luke explained a bit more about this world: the Jedi, the Empire, the late Darth Vader. Harry was astonished with the state of this world. This world, so advanced and so astonishing, transfixed Harry. His anger at Hermione waned and he began to appreciate his surroundings.

Soon they approached what Luke called the "Mos Eisley Cantina." It seemed to be a rather seedy place (but not much seedier than the Leaky Cauldron to be perf honest). Luke told Harry to wait outside. "I'll just be a second!"

But it ended up being more like five minutes. Towards the end of this period, Harry began to hear some weird growling, and a few more of those "bapew" noises. Then suddenly, Luke ran out of the cantina followed by an extraordinarily handsome man and a weird hair-beast sort of thing that made a weird sort of 'ehhreaorrrrrrrr' noise. Luke was screaming: "GAWD FUCKIN DAMMIT HAN AGAIN?"

The attractive, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely man (Han?) then responded "oops! It happens. To the falcon, bitches!"