A/N As I said in the first chapter, I don't own Harry Potter or Star wars.
Harry's POV.
Moaning sleepily, Harry opened his eyes blearily. As he sleepily waited for Aunt Petunia's shrill voice to shriek at him, only he heard a deep male's voice call out "we're entering Mandalorian Airspace."
Then another deep voice called back "gotcha." Harry shot up, yelped as his head struck something hard. Rubbing his throbbing head, he glanced around the small metal room. Hedwig hooted softly at him.
As he scrambled off the cot, tripping over the hem of his too-long pants. Landing, he grunted. Then hearing a door hiss open. Staring at boots in front of his face. Then big hands closed around his waist.
Picked up almost effortlessly, Harry found himself on his feet before the armored man. Though he was still in armor, his helmet was off. Revealing a man in his mid-thirties.
With short black hair, black eyes, swarthy features. Various scars on his face. Given the lines around the man's cold black eyes, it seemed he did little smiling.
The man lifted one eyebrow, those cold black eyes softening ever so slightly. Feeling for his wand, Harry gripped it's handle, feeling comforted.
"Who are you?" He finally asked, unsettled by the silence. The man's gaze noted how tight he held his wand, but replied in a harsh accentless voice "Jango Fett. And what's your name son?"
"Harry Potter," Harry replied nonplussed, it was as if the man did not know of him, "and I'm not your son!" Jango lifted his eyebrow again and said "not as of yet." Harry gaped at his retreating back.
As he followed the man, apparently through what has to be, a spaceship. In the cockpit, he glanced at the pair of men. Jango said "Better sit down son, entry into a planet's atmosphere can be a little rough."
Giving the man a glare, but Harry did as he said. As the ship began descending, Harry gaped down at the planet below. Apparently he wasn't in Kansas any more.
As the ship landed, Harry noted more people in armor, moving about. As they got off the ship, the other man, who is Walon Vau, carrying his trunk. Harry carried Hedwig's cage. As they moved along, gathering a lot of attention.
"Who's the kid Mand'alor?" A stocky man asked after greeting Jango, by grasping the other man just below the elbow. Jango said "an refugee who needs a home. Javen, this is Harry Potter. Harry this is Javen Tarin."
The stocky man did the same greeting with him, and Harry could sense almost in a panic, his life slipping out of his grasp. It was as if Jango was preparing him for a new life.
Jango POV.
Watching panic widen Harry's brilliant eyes, Jango sighed softly. Whatever abuse he had recieved at the hands of those animals, it left him scarred. Beside physically, mentally it seemed.
Watching Boba charge towards them, Zam a half a step behind him. Jango grinned and braced to catch his son. Boba yelled happily "Buir!" Settling Boba on his hip, Jango chuckled and said to Zam "thanks for watching him while I was gone."
"My pleasure," Zam replied with a smile. Then her gaze landed on Harry. Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. Then her eyes softened, no doubt she saw the troubled teen's past.
As Jango introduced them all, Harry politely greeted them. And Jango saw the panic intensify. As he handed Boba over to Zam, he took Harry's thin shoulders in a gentle grip.
"No one's gonna hurt you," Jango said feeling the muscles tense, "I won't allow them." Harry whispered "I've... I've gotta get back."
"Can't let you son," Jango said brushing a lock of hair off his forehead. Then he noted the scar. Thin and in the shape of lightening bolt.
"How'd you get this?" Jango asked almost softly. Harry closed his eyes and said just as softly "when I was just a baby. The man who killed my parents tried to kill me, but the curse rebounded back at him, destroying his corporeal form."
Realizing this boy need more then a father in his life, he needed someone who could help him overcome his past demons.
"This man," Jango asked, "is he dead?" Harry shook his head and said "no, he still lives." Jango glanced up at Walon and said in Mandalorian "send our best assassins, kill this man." Walon nodded, it shouldn't be too hard to find out.
Mandalorians could be pursausive by any means. Whether it be a bribe, or threatened bodily harm.
Walon called out for the best, giving them the coordinates to the planet and where they could find out.
Meanwhile on Earth.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledor glanced up when the snow globe in which he used to keep an eye on the Boy Who Lived exploded. Shocking on his face, he jumped to his feet.
Disapparation took him to the home in which he had placed the boy. Only to discover that the relatives were head. One shot to their heads. Only there was no bullets in their bodies, just a charred mess.
And the Savior of the Wizarding world was gone. His room empty. Albus sank to his knees in shock. All his carefully laid plans, ruined.
Harry's sacrifice would saved the wizarding world, even as they did mourn his death.
"Who are you?" He heard a low voice rasp. Albus turned, rearing back in shock when he came face to face with a gun. Not a muggle gun.
The person who had the gun pressed to his temple, dressed in armor. Futuristic armor. The man said muzzle of the gun digging in harder "Well aru'e?" Albus said "my name is Albus Dumbledor, and who are you?"
"Fenn Shysa," the man replied, "how much can you tell me about Harry Potter, more importantly who is the man who killed his birth parents?"
"You know where Harry is at?" Albus asked with hope. The man nodded shortly and said "with Mand'alor Fett. Well aru'e?" Albus said "Tom Riddle, known famously as Lord Voldermort."
"Anything else?" Fenn asked holstering the gun. As he sat down on a chair, those eyes impassive to the bodies.
"Lord Voldermort," Albus said taking note of the five others milling around, "remains hidden, only Harry can destroy him." Fenn said "not likely aru'e. Ghez, take Zam and Zune with you." Three of them nodded and left.
"Where is Harry?" Albus asked. Fenn said "As I before, with mand'alor Fett, on Mandalore." Albus said "you assume these names mean anything?"
"We come from another galaxy," Fenn replied flatly, "where we are considered the best warriors of all. Even better then those Laandur Jetii."
"Laandur Jetii?" Albus asked, this language was odd. Fenn said "Pathetic Jedi." Albus said "you don't like Jedi?" Fenn said "nayc. They are responsible for my race's current state."
Fenn shifted then his gaze defocused. He stood and said "they found Riddle." Albus said "no one can kill Voldermort, only Harry can."
"You expect me," Fenn snorted and drew his gun, "to believe that a little boy like Harry can kill another? No. Zam and the others will deal the kill. And I will take care of this mess here."
Albus stared at three guns aimed at him. He said "I am unarmed person, would you kill me?" Fenn said "appearances can be deceiving." As Fenn replaced his helmet, his finger tightened on the trigger of the gun.
As Albus prepared for the end, he heard the sound of yelling, gun fire and spells going off.
Opening his eyes, he saw that three Aurors had taken up a defensive barrier around him, as they shot stunning spells at the three. Only the spells bounced off their armor.
And their gunfire, brilliant strobes of red light bounced off the shields the aurors erected. Fenn mockingly saluted and said "some other day aru'e you will die." As the trio raced out the door, leaping over more auror's head, jetpacks roaring as they shot off.
Ghez Hokan's POV
Rolling as he fired, Ghez heard a scream. No doubt the shot had missed all vitals. But the man he shot would be in some pain.
On his feet, bounding over the prone figure of the black haired woman. Who had almost succeeded in getting the drop on them.
If Zam hadn't of sensed her, no doubt their mission would of gone downhill. Racing across the large expansive foyer, Ghez noted almost disinterestedly, the immaculate room and various expensive and oppulent stuff.
In his helmet's HUD, he caught sight of a pale blond haired man raised the cane he held. Ghez reacted almost on instinct. Airborne, his jet pack had given him the lift.
Giving the man a moving target. The blond's attention focused soley on him, he did not notice that Zune had knocked another man out and was heading directly for him.
Ghez heard an annoyed hiss, then his hidden vibro-blades were out and sinking in deep into the flesh of the huge snake that attempted to sink it's fangs into his arm. Almost casually, he disembowled the snake. As it dropped dead, he wiped the blades clean.
Hearing an enraged scream, then he heard "Avada Kavada!" Dodging right then left, he took note of his newest attacker. Taking note of the snake like man. Ghez saw Zune drop the blond with an well-timed blow to the temple.
Now they focused on the enraged snake-man. Who was spitting angrily. As Zune and him kept the man's attention on them, Zam moved in for the kill.
As he toed the body with a boot, he lowered his blaster. Hearing enraged mutterings from the ones that they had captured, Ghez glanced up from the body of the once Dark Lord Voldermort.
Winded from the battle, his entire body ached, though he would not admit it in front of them.
As his hidden gaze landed on the white haired man who had tried to kill them with the killing curse. Ghez holstered his blaster, Zam murmured something softly, he paid her little attention.
"So aur'e," Ghez said stopping before the man, "give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you?"
The man glared up at him haughtily, his grey eyes burning with anger. Ghez said "well?" The man spat "because we have family."
"If you," Ghez said kneeling before the man, "swear alliegence to protecting Hadrian Fett when he returns to Hogwarts in a few years, I will let you live."
"Hadrian Fett?" The man asked with a sneer. Ghez said "you know him as Harry Potter."
Harry's POV.
At Jango's home, after learning that Jango had a son and a live-in partner named Zam Wessel, who was currently on a mission.
Glancing about the homey place, Harry saw that it is definately lived in. There was books scattered on the low coffee table, a pile of magazines on a end table. In a cupboard along one wall was various guns.
And three curiously cylinderical objects.
The layout of the lower room was open, Harry could see all the way to the kitchen. Where a table had several chairs around it.
Then there was small section cordoned off, a table with a computer.
A door lead to the loo. In which Harry could see a toilet, a small sink and shower.
Off to his right was a stairs which lead upwards. As Boba charged up the stairs, moments later the boy came racing down carrying a book. As he dove on the couch to read.
Jango placed one hand on his shoulder and said "let me show you to your room ad." Harry asked "what does ad mean?"
The smile Jango gave him was of pure mischief, Harry was surprised to see the grin. Jango said "son." Harry sighed in exasperation, causing Jango to laugh.
As Jango lead him upstairs, pointing out various rooms. One was Jango's, the other was Boba. A locked room was off-limits. The spare bedroom was his apparently.
It took several days to finally settle into a routine that accomidated them all.
The day after arriving here, Harry had woken up around nine, shocked to find out he slept in.
When confronting Jango, who only replied that sleep was good. Then a second surprise, Jango refused to let him cook, that was his job apparently.
A third shock, Jango refused to let him do the dishes.
On the fourth day, Jango informed him that he would be training him and Boba in hand-to-hand combat, along with blaster profiency.
It was during his free times, Harry kept practicing spells. Before he fell into the darkness of a Mandalorian.
A/N second chapter done. If I could have someone would be my Beta reader, I'd be happy.