Five years later.
As Hadrian Fett kicked the covers off, he yawn sleepily. A young man about sixteen. An accomplished fighter, especially with swords and guns.
Mainly swords because of their feel and weight in his hand. With matching beskad swords, he rarely went anywhere without the weapons.
Brushing back his hair, he slide off the bed. As he dressed, hearing voices mock arguing. As he shook his head wryly, Buir and Zam sure did not realize that they cared for each other.
Him and Boba knew that both deeply cared, but did not want to settle down into a long-term relationship. If they could just get them to realize. As his lips curled up into a faint almost amused and evil smirk.
As he moved down the steps, making sure that he did make any sound. As he peered around the corner, saw Buir gesturing wildly, laughing at the utterly annoyed look on the Clawdite's face.
Sitting at the table was his younger brother Boba, who was laughing openly at the mock arguement. Hadrian shook his head again and sat down.
"Vaat'ur Hadrian," Zam said after catching sight of him. Hadrian said "morning Zam. Morning Dad." Jango said "morning son."
In these last five years, Hadrian realized that he officially left Harry Potter, the Laandur di'kut who cowered behind a mask of fear.
Now he is Hadrian Fett, son of the most famous bounty hunter Jango Fett. A warrior, whose skills as sword play is unequal.
Despite the warrior training he had endured, he never lost his magic. Which eventually began to manifest into the force as well, giving him an unlimited pool.
As his green eyes scanned the table, noted another plate was set out. An inkling of suspicion crept into his mind. Hadrian said "Dad?"
"Son?" Jango replied almost as blandly. Though his black eyes glimmered with amusement. That did not bode well, when his father had amusement in his eyes, all things usually went crazy.
Hadrian glanced pointedly at the fifth plate. Jango said "ah that. Well we have a visitor." Handrian muttered "well no kidding." Causing Zam to laugh and say "he definately has your sense of sarcasm." Jango rolled his eyes at Zam, causing Boba and Hadrian to laugh when the Clawdite growled under her breath.
"You probably don't remember him," Jango said knowing that Hadrian wouldn't like their visitor. Same as him and Zam.
"Who?" Hadrian asked suspicion creeping into his brilliant gaze. Jango said "let me introduce you to Albus Dumbledor."
Albus' POV.
Glancing around the homey kitchen, Albus glanced at the big man at the stove, the slender woman at his side. Then his gaze fell on the two teens in the chairs.
One, a younger verison of the man. But the second, Albus felt his heart jerk. Dressed in scaled down verison of Mandalorian Armor, he radiated such a powerful amount of magic it was insane. And it did not just radiate pureness, darkness was pulsating just below, an odd mixture of light and dark.
Those green eyes narrowed in shock. As Harry jumped to his feet and reached for the blaster that hung on his hip. Jango placed himself before the angry young teen and said "Hadrian, calm down ad."
"Why..." Harry spluttered angrily, "why is this man here?!" Jango said capturing Harry's shoulders gently "Because I wanted him to realize something."
"Hello Harry," Albus said smiling a kindly smile. Harry spat out angrily "Hadrian, Harry is dead." Albus said "allright Hadrian." As Jango gently guided the young man back into his seat.
As Albus sat, sensing the fury on the young man. As Jango sat down, gently stroking Handrian's hair. Albus said "I suppose Mr. Fett explained everything to you?" Hadrian said icily "yes Buir did, unlike you, he doesn't keep secrets from me."
Noting the title in which Hadrian addressed Fett, Albus winced inwardly. Trying to take the boy back to Earth, it will be an battle of wills.
"Did he also tell you that," Albus said gently, "he was the one who had your Muggle relatives killed?" Hadrian nodded shortly and said "good riddance." One eyebrow raised.
"A lot of wizards in Britian," Albus began, "believes you dead." Hadrian said "Harry Potter is dead." Albus said "Harry stilll survives in you, a small part."
Seeing Jango stroked Hadrian's hair, in his gaze gentle. Albus wondered how the man survived his duel with Jedi master Windu. He had prophized that the man would die at the hands of Windu, after beheading.
"That wasn't me," Jango replied, "it was my body double. I couldn't leave Boba or Hadrian without a father. With my death, I can raise my boys without fear. It was Hadrian who saw my death.
"After that, I left the CIS. Let them deal with the problems. Mandalorians are staying out of this war."
"So what do you want?" Hadrian glowered at him from striking eyes, so reminscent of Lily's. Albus said "come back to Earth. People need to see you."
"Nayc," Hadrian snarled, "my place is here!" Albus said adding a compulsion to his voice "you are still largely untrained in Magic." Hadrian snorted and said "I've learned to control it, by having a Jedi Teacher."
Jango bent his head to say something to Hadrian. Who glanced over. Albus saw the naked shock in Hadrian's furious gaze.
"Fine," Hadrian said with an icy tone, "I will come for one just one school year."
Albus nodded in relief, after removing the Mandalorian's influence off the boy, then he could use Harry as planned.
"But," Hadrian snapped, "Buir, Zam and Boba come with." Albus said "now Har-Hadrian." Hadrian growled "I mean it."
Knowing he wouldn't win the arguement, Albus said "allright Hadrian, they can come with." Hadrian nodded once.
Meanwhile on Earth six days later.
Ronald Weasly's POV.
"Hey Hermione!" Ron bounded over to his best friend, "did you hear?!" Hermione glanced up exapserately and said "hear what Ron?"
"We're getting a new student," Ron crowed gleefully, "from a new galaxy!" Hermoine said "ah that, yeah I heard."
"I wonder what house he will be in?" Ron wondered aloud. Hermione shrugged and said "just wait and see."
It was two days later when the new student arrived.
Ron glanced at the four that stood in the doorway of the Grand Hall. All eyes went to the new arrivals. The bigger man, dark and swarthy features.
He wore armor, though he had left his helmet off. The woman beside him, dressed in a purple leather jumpsuit. The two teens on either side.
One was a younger verison of the man, swarthy features as well.
But the other one. Ron gasped at seeing his supposedly dead friend Harry Potter.
Also dressed in armor, no helmet. His eyes cold a nd flat as they moved about the Grand Hall.
"Let me introduce our new guests," Headmaster Dumbledor said, "Jango Fett, his partner Zam Wessel, Jango's son Boba Fett and Harry Potter."
"My name," Harry yelled furiously at Dumbledore, "is Hadrian Fett, you old meddling fool! Harry died five years ago!" Stalking past them to reach the head table, Harry glared angrily at Dumbledor. One hand had fallen to the weapon on his hip and Dumbledore noted it.
"Weapons," Dumbledore said calmly, despite the furious looking Mandalorian before him "are forbidden on school grounds."
"As I said," Hadrian growled, "I only came here because Buir asked me. I won't surrender my weapons. And if you try to take it from me forcibly, I will kyr'amur you." Dumbledore glanced in confusion at Hadrian.
Only it wasn't Hadrian who replied, but the bigger man, Jango Fett. Who said "kill. When Hadrian's mad, he tends to revert to speaking in Mandalorian. Calm down Ad."
Placing one big hand on Hadrian's armored shoulder, Ron saw the younger man take a deep breath and exhaled. He said "thanks Buir." "Anytime lad."
Ron knew his mouth wasn't the only one that was hanging open in shock.
No one had ever addressed Dumbledore in such way, not even Harry had ever done it.
But it was clear Hadrian would do such a thing.
"Sorry," Albus said gently, "Hadrian Fett." As Hadrian spun to face them, Ron saw how fast he moved. His training with the Mandalorians must have imparted a lot of knowledge on a very impressionable young man.
"Griffyndor," Albus began, but Hadrian interjected "was Harry's house." Albus nodded, after seeing the frozen look at Hadrian gave him. As Hadrian took the sorting hat and placed it on his head with a scowl.
It took nearly ten minutes before the hat yelled and what it yell stunned everyone "Slytherin!" Hadrian stood up, yanking the hat off and flinging it at Dumbledore.
Before he stalked over to the Slytherine table. As he sat at the end. His gaze hard and furious. As Dumbledore said "time to eat."
As the trio by the doors sat down by Hadrian, Ron could see how quickly that Hadrian relaxed. Apparently teasing the younger boy in the odd language of Mandalorians.
Because Boba punched Hadrian, causing him to laugh and ruffle Boba's hair.
After dinner, as the four left the Grand Hall, Ron jogged to catch up. Ron called out "Hadrian?" As the group turned, Hadrian lifted one eyebrow and said "elek Ron?"
"Uh..." Ron fumbled after the greeting. Hadrian sighed and said "Yes Ron?" Ron said "do you think you can do me a favor?"
As Hadrian lifted his other eyebrow, Ron said "teach me everything about Mandalorians." Hadrian glanced up at Jango, who had an amused look on his face, but he nodded.
A couple of weeks later.
After learning about the Tri-wizard tournament, and the two other foreign schools.
Ron, who quickly picked up on Mandalorian, wasn't far from Hadrian. It wasn't uncommon for Hadrian to teach hand-to-hand combat to more than a group of five.
The first time Draco went head-to-head with Hadrian in an unarmed duel, Draco had found himself pinned flat to the ground with one arm wrenched behind his back.
Not only were Hogwart students is the combat class, Durmstrang and Belluxum students made their way into the combat class.
And in these sparring sessions, Hadrian even managed to duel two Durmstrang bigger students. Viktor Krum and Lukas Viktoff.
And an unlikely friendship sprung up between Krum and Hadrian. Krum, quick to see how fast Hadrian was, and how easily he made things seem.
Albus' POV.
As Albus paced the grand hall, what would go down in a matter of minutes would send the entire school into turmoil and perhaps bring Potter down a few notches.