Chapter 2

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It was the early hours of the morning when harry started to stir from his slumber. Slowly he opened his eyes and was assaulted from the pain in his bruised jaw. Closing his eyes and trying block out the pane he reached for his glasses and slowly focussed his eyes. Blinking once, twice he finally noticed the dark figer sitting in the corner.

"Ah, finally awake I see" the shadowy figer drawled.

To say harry was surprised when he saw this hooded person in his room would be an understatement. When she started talking to him he was stunned into silence. She just sat there looking at him, studding him from underneath her hood.

"Who are you?" Harry simply asked

Quirking an eyebrow at the simple question she replied simply "my name is Revan."

"I see, and what are you doing in my room?" Harry asked flatly trying to see the face under the hood.

"Strait to the point I see, that's good. Well the quick answer is I was board. However that's not the only reason." Revan replied

"Oh, and what would those reasons be?" harry asked with a raised eyebrow

"well first of you intrigue me, that little burst of power you gave of yesterday caught my attention and I wanted to meet you, second like I said before I've been floating in the void for the past three 3000 years and I was board, and lastly I want to train you." She stated flatly.

Harry's head was spinning again but not from his ingerd jaw, from what he picked up so far this person named Revan was interested in him and wanted to train him for some reason, but the thing that really had him confused was that this person apparently was over 3000 years old. So the only thing he could bring himself to say in his stupor was.

"O.K."

"Oh good I'm glad you agree" Revan replied in a somewhat happy tone.

Snapping out of his stupor harry suddenly realised what he had done and cursed himself for agreeing to something he knew nothing a bought. However before he could voice his reservations Revan spoke up.

" as happy as I am that you agreed to my training so quickly I'm sure that you must have some questions like , how are you 3000 years old, why the hell do you want to train me and most importantly what kind of training?" harry could only nod dumbly those were exactly the questions he was going to ask. "Well 

first off the reason I'm 3000 years and still talking to you is simple, I died" she stated this like she was discussing the weather. "And came back as a force spirit hence here I am sitting in front of you. Now why do I want to train you? Well, anyone who can make a ripple in the force that I can feel in death has to have some kind of power and when I say it was you a untrained youngling I was highly impressed, I also felt the anger inside you, don't denigh it, I can see it in you a deep black at your vary core. It's that vary blackness that will make you strong that will allow me to train you. And now we come to the what. If you agree to my training you will become strong, stronger than any one. You will have the power to make the people that hurt you pay, the power to do what you want to be who you want to be. With my training you will become the next dark lord of the sith!"

To say harry was confused would be an understatement, here was a complete stranger offering him power, the power to do what he wanted, the power to stand up for himself, the power to make the durslys pay for the way they treated him. Slowly confusion turned to excitement. It was then that his decision was made; he may not know everything that was going on, but that would come in time. Here in front of him was the first person to show any interest in him outside of beating the crap out of him and he had no intention of letting this opportunity slip by him. Then the words just seemed to slip out of his mouth.

"I pledge myself to your training, master."

A/N

Well there you have it chapter two, a little shorter than what I was shooting for but still good I think. Anyway reviews are always appreciated I'm new at this so let me know how I'm doing. Till next time.