Chapter 4

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It was the early morning of Harries 11 birthday, normally this would mean a new (used actually) pair of socks and that would be the end of the festivities. However the ghost of a long dead sith lord had other ideas. Harry was currently meditating in his room delving deeper in to the force than ever before, he could literally feel all the life around him his aunt in the kitchen, his uncle and cousin sitting in the living room watching a late night movie. God he hated them, hated everything about them even there presence in the force disgusted him. They were weak and if there was one thing sith doctrine taught it was the week served the strong, the only thing that kept him from snapping their necks was his master continually telling him it was not yet time to revel himself, it was almost laughable, the only thing keeping his family (he let out a disgusted snort with that) was a sith lord that once destroyed entire worlds, killing entire species.

Just as he finished his mental epiphany, Revan appeared out of the shadows. Revan bowing his head simply stated "master."

"Ah my young apprentice, how are your studies going?" Revan asked in a somewhat disinterested tone knowing full well how they were progressing. Not even waiting for a reply, Revan started again. "As I'm sure you are aware what today is I've decided that today you will tack the trials to become a true sith."

To say harry was excited would be an understatement. This had been what he had been training for, for well over a year and a half. After today he would no longer be a sith hopeful, he would be a true sith. He would receive his own lightsaber, and then his true training would begin. He would be the next dark lord of the sith. Perhaps Revan would let him kill his family now that would be the best birthday present ever. He was brought out of his thoughts as Revan reviled the first test.

"Now my young apprentice recite for me the sith code."

Harry straitened his back looked hi master strait in the eye (what he assumed was her eyes she had never removed her hood and mask since he known her).

"Peace is al lie, there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory my chains are broken.

The force shall set me free."



"Vary good but knowing the code and understanding it are two very different things. So tell me, true or false, love is the most dangerous emotion for a sith?"Revan ask flatly not giving anything away in her voice.

"False. Love can give you passion and in some sercomstansis can make you stronger." Harry answered just as flatly.

Although on the outside Revan showed no emotion however on the inside memories of a republic commander long dead flashed through her head , but she crushed these memories sending them somewhere to the back of her mind. "I see, in that case what emotion is the most dangerous?"

"Compassion," harry answered "compassion is a weakness, if someone requires your compassion they are weak, by showing it you show your own weakness, a sith must never be seen as weak."

"Good, good. And tell me, is victory through any means is desirable?" she asked in the same tone as before.

"No, unless the victory proves your superiority then it is a false victory and will not last long." Almost mimicking his master's tone with that answer.

"Excellent, you have passed your first test. Now you must construct your first lightsaber I have gathered the parts and tools here but you must make it on your own." Revan layed out a bundle of material on the floor in front of harry and left him to construct his new lightsaber. As harry was putting his finishing touches on his sabre the rest of the house just starting to wake up. First was hi aunt scurrying down to prepare breakfast for her lovely (and incredibly obese) family, of course her plans for breakfast did not include harry, to be honest she could care less whether he ate or not. As she hurried into the kitchen Vernon and dursly were both getting dressed hurried down the stairs to stuff their fat faces (amazingly Dudley can actually run, so long as food is involved). It was a bought this time that harry had finished his sabre. A single crimson blade erupted out of the silver cylinder. Harry cautiously tested the blade with a few practise swings. Hearing clapping coming from behind him he switched of the blade and turned to see his master.

"Excellent, that only took what an hour, hour and a half; I can already tell you'll be a natural with a sabre. No go to breakfast and hurry back we need to discuss your last test." Revan stepped away from the door to make room for harry to get by. With a respectful nod he left wishing again that he could just of the durslys and be done with them. As he walked by the front door he saw a pile of letters on the ground, picking them up he felt something was different with one of them, flipping through one of them he noticed one was addressed to him, quirking an eyebrow at the letter placed it in his pants pocket and slowly walked into the kitchen deciding he would open his letter after his third test.

A/N



Another chap done. As you can see I'll be bringing in the wizarding world in, in next few chapters. Still trying to think what his third test should be, maybe kill a wizard (not may Jedi around) who knows. Anyways till next time. And as always read and review. I'm serious reviews I want more, more I tell you Muahahahaha cough hack wheeze …Air! I, I need air!

p.s. yes I know I need a Bata, and yes I'v got one now and hes working on my earlier chapters as we speak.