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Harry realized that his momentum had almost completely ceased and he was no longer above the buildings but rather he was within one of the houses, floating down towards a bed. As Harry found himself nearing the bed, Harry watched as the pile of sheets moved slightly revealing that the bed was occupied. Before Harry had anytime to process that he watched his 'foot' start to make contact with the body in the bed.

Immediately Harry felt a weird sensation as if he was standing too close to a lightning strike. As this sensation lessened slightly Harry felt his mind start to fill with knew knowledge … knowledge he knew for a fact he had not learned in his past life. All of a sudden Harry knew about robotics … he knew alien languages … he knew what a hydrospanner was … he knew what …

Harry was roused from his current state as a voice called from another room, a voice that part of him knew he had never heard before and yet another part of him this was the most comforting voice in the world, it was the voice of … his mother.

"Ani, come down for breakfast. This is your last chance if you want to eat something before you head off to work …"

Startled, Harry sat upright quickly, looking around himself and seeing that he appeared to be in the bed that he had been hovering above moments ago.

He looked around the room to try and see who had been talking moments ago … Harry reflected on the weird sensation he was experiencing. There was a part of him, the part that was Harry, that had most definitely never heard the voice that had called out to him from the other room, but another part of him … a part that Harry was having trouble understanding … had memories that were not his. Memories of growing up on an alien planet, memories of having friends at a young age, memories of …

Harry froze and looked towards the metallic bronze colored door that led out of the current room.

Memories of growing up with a mother. Harry felt tears coming to his eyes as his head filled with memories. Now, Harry could very clearly tell that the woman in the other room was not Lily Potter, she was not the woman that he had dreamed his entire life of having the chance to meet. But yet … he could remember the first time he had gotten seriously injured falling down a dune just outside the settlement and he remembered her running over and scooping him up in her arms before caring for him every day until he recovered. Harry remembered when he had gotten something called the Rodian Flu and had memories of her staying up the entire night to make sure he got better. He remembered the months when they had not had a lot of money and remembered seeing her take a smaller portion to make sure he had enough to eat. He remembered hundreds of memories such as these. While he was trying to process these memories, Harry could do nothing but feel both a sense of loss at never having had the chance to make those memories with Lily Potter and a sense of elation of finally having someone who cared for him … or at least a part of him.

In an effort to regain control of his emotions, before venturing off into a completely familiar unfamiliar house, Harry paused and looked around "his" room.

His eyes momentarily stopping on certain things, as memories flashed by giving him context. He smiled as he saw the workbench filled with partially constructed projects, that he needed either time or pieces in order to complete, his mind filling with plans and schematics for the jumbled machinery along its surface as he gave it a cursory glance. Off to the side of the workbench he saw the partially completed protocol droid that he was building to help "his" mother, an attempt to pay her back for all the sacrificing she had done in order to give him a chance in this life.

As Harry took a step towards the protocol droid, impressed that such a thing could exist, having only had seen a couple films that included robots while back in London, when he had been dragged along to a theatre for Dudley's birthday. His eyes froze on something that was sitting on the workbench. Something he recognized. But it was something he recognized from his life as Harry Potter, not from his new life.

Harry's eyes lit up as he recognized a Mokeskin pouch and unless he was mistaken it was the same Mokeskin pouch that Hagrid had just given him for his birthday.

As Harry picked up the pouch, he noticed it was sitting on a piece of aged parchment written in a glistening silver ink. Momentarily forgetting about the desire to explore the pouch, Harry absentmindedly picked up the letter and began reading.

Harry Potter,

I wish you luck on the journey you are about to embark on. There will certainly be joy and wonder. Love and friendship. However, there will also be terrible loss and heartache. I hope you are strong enough to bear what will happen and indeed I hope that you will be able to save the galaxy from what is in store for it.

Inside this pouch are several items that I believe will help you on your way. While you can certainly tell others about the items, I would caution you to not tell anyone of the contents of the bag until you are fully confident of who they are.

Additionally, while I hope you find your own way forward, I will just suggest that while there are a great many mysteries in the galaxy you find yourself in. I caution you that to date there exists nothing like the magic you have grown up learning … so while it certainly might make aspects of your life easier, magic will definitely bring attention that you might not be prepared to deal with just yet. But worry not there are … other mysteries out there in store for you that you will uncover soon.

As stated previously there will be no more interference or help from me, so you are on your own.

May these gifts and your memories be helpful in your quest young Harry and May the Force be with you!

Fate

Harry looked over the letter several times, especially the last line, trying to decipher if there was a hidden meaning in Fate's words. May the Force be with him? Huh. What force? Why would he want force to be with him?

Eventually Harry shrugged his shoulders and decided he was likely to understand it in due time. Coming to this conclusion, he reached for the pouch to see what items Fate had decided to gift him within.

Harry reached in and started rummaging around, immediately his had brushed up against several books which he had started to pull out … until he froze, his hand brushing a familiar texture.

His hand let go of the books, feeling them settle back into the pouch and grasped an object of incredible familiarity and significance. Clasping it into his fist, he withdrew the object of his focus … the Elder Wand. Harry looked at the familiar wand, felt the warmth of the wand flow through the wand into his arm – seeming to suffuse his body with energy, and contemplated using some magic but he remembered the words of caution in Fate's letter … there are a great many mysteries in the galaxy you find yourself in I caution you to date there exists nothing like the magic you have grown up learning … it will definitely bring attention that you might not be prepared to deal with just yet.

Harry could understand the wisdom behind the words of caution and decided that until he got a better grasp on his situation, perhaps he would hold off on practicing magic … or at least wait until he was certain he was in an area where he would be not be observed before regaining his familiarity with the wand.

Reluctantly, Harry returned the Elder wand to the pouch and continued exploring to see what other treasures he could find. The next item that he came across made his smile, remembering the link to his father and all that it had allowed him to achieve. Withdrawing the Invisibility Cloak and draping it over his shoulders the smile grew to encompass his entire face as he watched his covered body disappear.

After reminiscing about time spent with friends sneaking out after curfew, Harry folded up the cloak and returned it to the pouch. As he continued rooting around in the pouch his hand bumped into several familiar objects that he did not even need to remove to identify. The handle of a broomstick – his Firebolt! he realized with excitement, a golden snitch, the familiar shape and structure of the resurrection stone embedded in the Gaunt Ring, …

However, eventually Harry encountered something he did not recognize, feeling a heavy leather cover that was wrapped in string he decided to withdraw the item to investigate. As the object came out of the pouch, Harry realized it was a small folder sealed with twine. Cautiously Harry slowly undid the bow and begun to open the folder.

As he opened it, Harry looked inside and nearly dropped the folder. For there, in front of him was a picture of Ron, Hermione, and himself smiling and waving. Harry slowly raised the picture to look at it, tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he looked at his best friends, knowing he would likely never see them again but comforted by the fact that at least they would live, at least they would be ok.

Harry hesitantly put the photo down and looked at the next photo. If the previous photo almost succeeded in making him cry, this one definitely succeeded while also making him drop to his knees, as he starred at a picture of his parents and a young Sirius and Remus smiling, laughing, and watching an infant Harry fly around a room, near the ceiling, on a mini broomstick.

As he looked at the photo, he realized that all four of the individuals had given their lives so that he would live, and with an ache in his heart he realized that while he had not fulfilled their wishes he had also died so that those he cared about could live. He hoped that while it was not the outcome anyone of them had hoped for, he seriously hoped that they would have been proud of the choice he made.

Harry gently rested his fingers on the photo right above his parents and smiled down at them, silently promising that he would make the most out of his current life and he would leave a legacy that would make them proud of him.

He slowly flipped through the rest of the pictures, smiling as he saw the familiar faces of Ron and Hermione, Neville and Luna, Ginny and the Twins, Professor McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs, Weasley, … each new photo brought old memories to his thoughts and he could not help but feel proud that his friends … his family … had managed to make the most of his sacrifice and they had triumphed.

Eventually deciding that he had experienced enough of this emotional roller coaster, he put all the photos back into the folder and carefully tied it closed again, promised to revisit the memories the next time he needed a reminder of home or was struggling with who he was or why he should be doing whatever his mission was to be.

For even though this was not his galaxy, Harry knew it was full of just as many people who deserved to live, just as many people who deserved a life not under tyranny.

As he returned the folder to the bag, his hand once again brushed against the stack of books, although this time he decided to withdraw them to peruse the subject matter … however he froze as he heard someone approaching his room.

He quickly removed his hand and threw the pouch on his workbench and managed to take a step back, turning around as he watched the door slide open …

"Ani … for the last time, you need to eat a little bit before you head off to the shop. You know Watto does not always …"

The rest of her sentence was interrupted by the little boy who had run across the room and threw himself at her embracing her in a tight embrace.

She paused and looked down, smiling, before returning the hug.

"Well, good morning to you as well my little Ani, this is certainly a nice treat. You don't always greet me this way."

Harry took a step back and looked at the woman in front of him. Although he knew deep down that she was not Harry's mother, he felt all the affection that this boy, this Ani, had felt for her … and when combined with the feelings of sadness about the loss of his own mother, Harry had been overcome by his emotions and had found himself unable to stop himself from running across the room to embrace this lady … his mother.

As he hugged her, he reflected on the feelings, inside of him, towards her and he realized that he felt something in the back of his mind … something that was more than just memories from someone else, Harry wondered if rather than just take over the body as he had assumed, Fate had rather combined the two of them.

Deciding that it would be something he would have to put some thought into at a later point, Harry refocused on the his mother in front of him, knowing that he would be unable to think of her in any other way and remembering that she had come in here with a purpose.

"Sorry … mom … I am awake now and ready to come out, I was just looking at some things," he said as waved absentmindedly behind him towards his desk.

She smiled down at him in understanding … likely having heard that excuse several times before.

"I imagined as much, Ani. Remember there is nothing wrong with doing what you enjoy … even for us … but there are always things that we must do. For instance … you must go eat before you start your day." She said with a laugh. Smiling down at him once more, she turned and headed out of the room, no doubt heading to grab her morning food and expecting him to follow.

Realizing there was not much choice available to him at this current time, Harry shrugged his shoulders and headed off to follow her, cautiously leaving the room through the mechanical sliding door.

As Harry entered the kitchen, he was greeted to the sight of his mother serving out a paste-like substance into bowls. A substance which appeared to look a little like porridge but yet had the consistency of sludge.

"Umm … mom …"

She looked up from her own bowl as she sat down, "Yes Ani?"

"…Nevermind…" he trailed off, as he himself reluctantly joined her from the table, his eyes not leaving the bowl of what he assumed, qualified as food on this world.

Unenthusiastically, he filled a spoon with the mush in front of him and slowly raised it to his mouth, inspecting it very carefully; a part of him hoping something would happen that would give him an excuse to put down the spoon. However, there was nothing out there to save him from this and he eventually put the food in his mouth and paused … tasting nothing.

Once he finished chewing, he let out a relieved sigh of relief. The food was thankfully, without taste, not just bland but completely without any flavor. Harry assumed this was nothing more than some form of incredibly cheap industrial made nutritional filler. However, as he reflected on his memories Harry decided he would take this any day over what he feared he might encounter. If his memories were accurate, there was some incredibly bizarre food like substances out there on this world, that he under no circumstance would have any desire to sample.

With the first bite out of the way, Harry proceeded to quickly scarf down his food in an attempt to forestall any conversation from occurring with his mother. But despite a reasonable effort on his part, his actions were in vane. As Harry was nearing completion, he looked up into the smiling eyes of his mother.

"Well look at you go, I imagine I now know what a rancor on diet looks like after receiving a meal." She said with a laugh.

Harry paused and put his bowl down in front of him, "Sorry … I was hungry and wanted to get underway. I did not want to be late."

"We still have a little bit of time before we need to head out. I will be coming with you to the shop today. Watto wants me to clean around the shop today rather than his dwellings. Apparently, his slave in the shop is incredibly capable but not very clean." She said with a smile.

'A slave…' Harry did a double-take at hearing this, his mind running over this thought. 'He worked for someone who owned a slave.'

He was about to respond when he felt a cold chill go down his spine as he replayed his mother's words to him with the look she had given him …

'He was a slave? They were slaves?'

Coming to this realization, Harry dropped his spoon in shock as memories flood his brain. Harry used the excuse of picking up the spoon to attempt to collect himself and work through the memories of what he had just learned.

He was indeed a slave, for a weird looking flying alien named Watto, in a mechanical parts salvage shop.

Harry felt a little sick to his stomach as he thought on this. Was this perhaps what Fate had sent him here for? To free the slaves on this planet? As Harry thought about it, he slowly discounted the idea, while certainly slavery was a disgusting idea … he was still unable to come to terms that he was 'owned' by someone, he felt there must be something out there … something worse than legal slavery that resulted in Fate intervening and bringing him here. And it was this thought the truly gave Harry chills.

As Harry grabbed the spoon and sat back down the only consolation that he could find for his current situation was that his memories seemed to portray Watto as a demanding but not unfair individual, who had never physically or mentally tortured them. Qualities that Harry could not use to describe any of the Dursley's and at least this time Harry had someone with him who cared for him.

As Harry looked back down to his bowl, no longer feeling any desire to eat, he steeled himself with the determination that he would go about his days gathering information and making a plan. But he was under no illusion that he was content to stay here and promised himself that he would escape this planet as soon as possible. And with … a new hope … replacing the feeling despair a moment ago, he smiled up to his mother.

"That sounds great, I am ready to go when you are!"

starboy454 - I have plans for both Anakin and Harry in the story so felt it was better this way, and while he might not be more powerful he will definitely ... possibly have some different abilities...

A10riddick - I had toyed with the idea of a twin but then felt the whole chosen one would have been more forced, to have two chosen ones, but dont worry anakin is not gone

N - Anakin is not erased, there is an entire story arc I have just completed dealing with what happened to Anakin, but as of right now ... Harry is in the drivers seat

keht jelicho - Thanks so much for the feedback

WhiteElfElder - There was a ... twist of fate that allowed Fate to insert Harry's consciousness however Anakin is not gone, just completed writing an arc dealing more with what happened

stacygrrl2002 - Hmmm ... where did Ani go ... that is a good question! Haha

I Won't Sign In - This is a Harry-Is-Anakin story ... for now

Mando-Vet - Thanks so much for the feedback, glad you liked it!

insanecoop - Appreciate the detailed feedback! Hope you keep enjoying the story going forward. He will have someone of his old abilities although he shall remain primarily a jedi. The biggest thing is that he will be smarter than Ani (also he will not hate sand). And because he is smarter that means he will be less likely to be influenced by Darth Sidious. That doesnt mean he will support the Jedi's lack of emotion beliefs. Friendships are the only reason Harry Potter succeeded in half of the things he did and I do not believe he would give that up.

AiyaKnight - Thanks glad you like it, He will be anakin who self identifies as Harry

robert32514 - Hope you like it, definitely appreciate feedback and your interest!

Genesis - They merged, as of right now Harry Potter is in the driverseat but Anakin will play a part later

JettShay - hope these were decent follow-up chapters

ReviewerPops - Glad you enjoyed it, hope these are just as good!

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