Chapter six

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"What the heck are wizards?"

Revan looked up from the book she was currently reading. Seeing the letter in her apprentices hand she raised her eyebrow in an un asked question. Of course harry couldn't see this but over his time with Revan he had learnt to pick up on her silent questions.

"This letter says I'm a wizard, see." Harry handed Revan the letter and went back to his chair. Silently scanning the letter a number of questions were running through her head. What the heck is a wizard? The only thing she had heard of that came even close to this was the Dathhomir witches, force sensitive females, practitioners of the dark side of the force, which enslaved the men of their planet (her kind of people). But she couldn't sense any one on this planet using the force so that seemed unlikely. The next question was what this would mean for the young sith, if these wizards were anything like the Jedi they might not take no for an answer. Lastly what the hell did they mean by send their response by owl, and for that matter what the hell was an owl?

"Well this is ...ugh... I'm not sure yet, but it is something I'm going to have to look into." Revan said eyeing the letter with some interest. Sensing something different about the letter she focussed on the odd power radiating off it. It wasn't the force but there was something different. Maybe this is that magic the letter was talking about. "Continue with your studies I'll check into this 'magic'." And with that Revan faded into the darkness.

It took nearly three hours but Revan finally felt a large concentration of what she could only assume was magic. Oddly enough it seemed to be coming from the London area. Following this feeling brought her to the door of what she could only assume was some sort of cantina. "The leaky caldron", what an odd name she thought to herself. Phasing through the door she found he self in a small, empty bar. Looking around she could feel the magic all around her. Walking to a back door where she could feel its presans the strongest she found herself face to face with a stone wall. She quirked an eyebrow (her favourite expression) "an illusion, and a complicated one at that. ... interesting." Feeling the bricks that needed to be tapped she sent a bit of force power in to each one hoping that would work. Nothing happened. Getting slightly annoyed with the wall she sent a bit more power to the illusion. Still nothing. As far as sith went Revan thought she had a relatively even temper, however that wasn't saying allot. Giving off a quiet growl she built a large amount of dark side power and unleashing it in one large wave destroying the illusion as well as half the wall. "Stupid wall." Revan muttered to herself.

Slowly stepping through the hole in the wall she saw what seemed to be a shopping center. Now with her closer proximity she could feel some of the subtly of this magic. Apparently not unlike the force it also had a dark side and light side. Her curiosity growing she walked up to the first store. Looking through the window and seeing a number of books. Figuring this would be the best place to start she walked through the door and started collecting a number of books. The one that caught her eye first was labelled 'dark lords through the ages'. Of course this was the first book she took along with a number of history and spell books, even though she had no idea what a spell was but it sounded important. Deciding she had taken enough for the moment she collected her haul and appeared back in harries room. By this time harry had gone to bed so Revan decided to pick up her 'dark lords through the ages' book and see what it had to say about herself. When she found that the book had no mention of her or the sith for that matter she was somewhat put off. That emotion soon turned to anger that someone other than a sith lord would take the title of dark lord. It was a slap in the face, she was the matriarch of the modern sith and someone would dare to mock the traditions she had started. The next person who took up the title of dark lord would most certainly regret it. Planning the terrible vengeance she would bring down on the next hapless fool who decided to take up the title of dark lord she let of a soft yet terrifyingly sadistic laugh (she may have been the most stable of the sith lords but she's still a sith lord) she turned to the rest of the books deciding to skim them while she waited for morning.

Harry awoke at the usual time of 6:30, doing a few light stretches to get himself ready for the day. It was near his 15th sit up that he noticed his master sitting in a dark corner, this was not un common, for some reason she seemed to prefer the dark 'probably a dead thing, or maybe a sith thing'. However this was not what caught his eye. There beside his master was a rather large stack of books he had never seen before.

Seeing harry stop his stretches and look her way she answered his silent question (over the years they had become rather good at reading each other). "I decided to go looking for this magic we were discussing yesterday. I happened upon an interesting place in my search, some sort of alley or another. It appeared to be hidden to the rest of the world by a rather powerful illusion. After letting myself in I found a book store and decided that was the best place to start."

"I see, and did you learn anything interesting?" Harry asked curios as to what this magic was and for that matter what a wizard is.

"Oh a few thing actually." Revan drawled "for one a wizard is just the name of some one that can use magic." Harry nodded at this. "Also from what I can tell magic and the force are two different powers. Magic seems to be generated internally where as the force is something more external. Also that Hogwarts place that sent you that letter is a school of some kind where they train you to use it. Not unlike the sith and Jedi enclaves. Other than that I'm still trying to make sense of everything."

Harry nodded thinking over the implications of this. Not only could he use the force but now he was going to learn how to do magic. Thinking back to his history lessons and to the mandalorians his master had fought he remembered their code, recently he had come to appreciate the mandalorian code of honour and tried to apply it to his life whenever he could, the most basic principle of which was to always improve oneself and to always strive to gain power. Looking at this as an opportunity to do just that harry only hoped that his master would see it the same way. Hoping she would, harry broached the question. "Master, I was wondering about that letter from Hogwarts, perhaps it would be a good idea if I attend. After all what kind of sith would I be if I turned down an opportunity to become more powerful? And besides even if it turns out to be useless I should still learn about it in case I ever need to fight one of these wizards."

Revan looked at harry. She couldn't find fault in his logic, he truly was coming along quite nicely a few more years and he would be ready to take the title of dark lord. "Very well my young apprentice, however I expect you to continue your studies while away." Harry bowed at his master's feet in acceptance.

"Now we just need to figer out how to send a reply."

A/N

There we go chapter six done not much this time around. as always read & review.

special thanks to my Bata Kirril.