Seven years later, in the ancient Jedi Temple on Tython, two children sat at a plain wooden table, illuminated by the soft light pouring through the windows. The first was a young girl whose pale hand bore a distinctive pink scar; her brother had a similar scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead.
The girl opened her book and blinked inquisitively at her brother. "Haza, I've got a question for you. How is 19 plus 14 equal to 5?"
Harry smiled knowingly and leaned in close. "Well, if this were subtraction, then it would be 9 minus 4 equals 5. But since it's addition, we add the nine and four together to get thirteen, place the three down and carry the one. Then we add one plus one plus one-which is three-so 19 plus 14 is thirty-three!"
Iris gazed at him incredulously. "Did you just solve that in your head?"
Harry nodded slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Yes."
"Hurry up, Haza," Iris said, patting her brother's arm. "We need to go to our history class."
Jedi Master Satele Shan stepped into her office, the sound of her boots clicking against the floor echoing through the room. Her gaze fell upon a black human attendant, and she made her way toward them with purpose.
"Hello Jedi Master Satele Shan, how may I help you?" the attendant asked, their voice polite and attentive.
"I need the disciplinary records of one Harry James Potter," Satele Shan replied, her tone firm and determined.
The attendant nodded understandingly, swiftly disappearing from view. After a few moments, they reappeared, holding both a hard copy and a digital file of the requested records.
"That will be 10 credits," the attendant stated, extending their palm expectantly for payment.
Satele Shan expressed her gratitude and handed over the required credits before leaving the office. Her next destination was a medical facility, where she sought out an empty records desk. Standing before it, she was greeted by a tall blue-skinned being with enormous eyes.
"Hello, I am Jedi Master Mage Satele Shan. I need the medical records of Harry James Potter," she announced with authority, her voice carrying through the room.
The attendant nodded in acknowledgment and swiftly disappeared into the depths of the facility. Upon their return, they presented Satele Shan with two items—an accompanying hard copy and a digital file of the medical records she had requested.
"That would be 20 credits," attested the attendant, emphasizing the cost of the service.
Satele Shan expressed her appreciation once again and promptly paid the requested amount. With the records in her possession, she made her way back to her office, ready to delve into the information she had obtained.
"Well then, let me take a look at his academic records first," Satele Shan said, her voice filled with curiosity as she opened the folder containing the academic records of Harry James Potter.
As she perused the records, a mixture of surprise and admiration crossed her face. "Top in his class in Language Arts, Physical Education, Ethics, Economics, Science, Social Studies, and History of the Galaxy," she remarked, impressed by his achievements. "Second in his class in Mathematics and Force Studies," she added, acknowledging his notable performance in those subjects as well.
Moving on to the disciplinary records, Satele Shan examined them closely. "He has only been disciplined twice in seven years. Either he is remarkably adept at avoiding detection, or he genuinely prefers not to break rules," she observed, contemplating the possibilities behind the limited instances of discipline.
With a shift of focus, Satele Shan turned her attention to the medical records. "His medical records show him to be in good health," she remarked, scanning through the information. "One month after he was brought in, he had to undergo a procedure to remove a soul shard from his scar. He was treated for several minor injuries since then and has been sick a total of 21 times," she concluded, noting the various health-related incidents that Harry James Potter had experienced.
Silandra walked into the room and sat down at the table with Satele. The room was adorned with Jedi artifacts and filled with a serene atmosphere. She placed her files on the polished wooden surface before her and began to sort through them, the soft rustling of paper breaking the silence.
"So, you're taking a padawan?" Satele asked, her voice filled with curiosity and anticipation.
"Yes," Silandra replied, a hint of excitement in her tone. "It's been 10 years since I became a Jedi Mage master, and now I feel ready to take on the responsibility of training a new generation."
Satele nodded, understanding the significance of this moment for Silandra. "Has the Force directed you towards anyone in particular?" she inquired, her eyes searching Silandra's face.
"Yes, Iris Potter," Silandra answered confidently. She reached for a stack of papers and handed them to Satele. "Here are her records; I just need to go through them."
Satele took the papers and started skimming through them, her eyes darting across the text. "Let me see... Iris Lily Potter," she began, her voice trailing off as she absorbed the information. "Top of her class in Mathematics and Force Studies, second in Language Arts, Physical Education, and Ethics, third in Economics, Social Studies, and History of the Galaxy..." Satele paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But she's at the bottom of her class when it comes to science."
Silandra sighed heavily, her brows furrowing with concern. "I'll have to get her a tutor in that subject," she acknowledged, recognizing the importance of a well-rounded education for a Jedi.
Satele nodded solemnly, understanding the challenge that lay ahead. "These scores are the lowest I've seen for any pupil in science," she commented, her voice tinged with a mix of worry and determination. She flipped through more pages, her gaze shifting to Iris's medical records. "Her medical records indicate she's healthy and has only been to the medical ward 21 times - just like her twin."
"They do spend a lot of time together," Silandra noted a hint of understanding in her voice. "But so long as they learn to control their emotions rather than letting their emotions control them, it shouldn't be an issue." She moved on to another sheet of paper, scanning the disciplinary records. "It looks like she's only been disciplined 7 times in seven years."
Satele's lips curved into a wry smile as she cocked her head at Silandra. "Either she's an angel or just really good at hiding what we all know she does," she said, a touch of amusement in her voice.
With practiced ease, Satele extracted a take-out tray from her bag, the savoury aroma of steamed rice and meat filling the air. "Want some?" she offered, extending the tray towards Silandra.
Silandra shook her head ruefully, her crimson eyes glimmering with a mix of gratitude and regret. "You should know by now that my race is a carnivorous one—plants only cause me physical harm."
"Ah, yes. Of course," Satele said, her voice tinged with understanding as she withdrew the tray. She opened it and took out a steaming bowl of rice and meat, the fragrance wafting through the air. "Well, at least you can enjoy this," she said, handing the meat bowl to Silandra.
Silandra accepted it gratefully, the succulent aroma making her mouth water. She set down her paperwork, momentarily forgotten, and picked up the utensils to savour the meal. As she enjoyed every bite, her gaze drifted towards Satele, who seemed lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity.
Satele sighed, her eyes meeting Silandra's with an expression of determination. "I was just thinking that despite Iris's well below-average grades in science, she is still an excellent candidate to be a padawan," she explained, her voice tinged with conviction. "She has a strong connection with the Force, and that counts for a lot."
Silandra nodded slowly, her understanding deepening as she finished the last of her meal. She knew Satele was right; Iris possessed a unique potential that extended beyond academic achievements. She had a natural affinity for the Force, a gift that couldn't be measured by grades alone.
Taking one final sip from her drink, Silandra stood up and gathered her belongings into her arms. The determination coursing through her veins was palpable, her mind set on the path ahead.
"I'll call Iris in tomorrow for an interview, and we shall see where it leads us," Silandra declared firmly, her voice resolute. She cast one final nod of appreciation towards Satele, a silent acknowledgment of their shared trust and wisdom.
Bela Kiwiiks, a Jedi master and member of the high council, stood at the front of the classroom. Iris and Harry sat in the first row; their eyes focused on her.
"What ended the Pius Dea Civil War?" Bela said, "Young Potter".
"Which one?" they responded in unison.
She glanced at them from behind her square glasses. "The one with green eyes - the shapeshifter."
They looked at each other before responding, "Which one?" She frowned and pinched the bridge of her nose before saying, "This is why I don't like to teach."
Just then, Jedi Grandmaster Zym a Kel-dor walked into the room with an authoritative presence. he wore a long black cloak that trailed behind him as he strode across the room. "Master Bela Kwiiks, why don't you ask them by their differences? You can start with young Iris."
" Of course, Master Zym, A strike team of Jedi Knights boarded the Pius Dea flagship Flame of Sinthara and captured Supreme Chancellor Contispex XIX, ending the Pius Dea's rule of the Republic," said Iris
"Well done, Ms. Potter," Bela said.
Zym motioned for Harry to follow him. His face was full of concern as he ushered the young Jedi padawan through the hallways and into a private room. Satele Shan was seated at a large, wooden table with her hands folded gracefully in front of her. She regarded Harry with an intense gaze as Master Zym led him to a chair and departed from the room.
"Welcome, Harry, do you remember me?" she asked quietly.
Harry nodded. "I do, you are Master Satele Shan."
"Do you know why I've summoned you?"
Harry shook his head. Satele gave a gentle smile. "I am here to offer you a chance to be my Padawan if you accept it. Shall we go to my apartment and discuss further?"
Harry nodded again, his eyes brimming with excitement, and followed Satele out of the room and towards her flat. Once there, they took their seats in a cozy dining area.
Satele stood tall and resolute, her black hair cascading around her shoulders like a far-reaching waterfall. She fixed Harry with an intense gaze that could pierce through any veil of falsehood. "First things first," she began sternly. "I need to go over some ground rules. Please call me Satele unless there is a Jedi Knight, Mage or Master present - although I don't mind formalities, it is important to observe them when necessary."
Harry bowed his head respectfully. "Yes Master Shan," he said before quickly correcting himself. "I mean Satele."
The corner of her lips quirked up ever so slightly into a faint smile as if to acknowledge the slip of tongue. "As of this point we are Master and Padawan," she continued solemnly. "I am going to teach you how to wield the Force and the ways of the Order of the Jedi Knights. This will be a long journey but I do believe you are up for it." She paused and held up her index finger in emphasis. "The first rule is you will pick up after yourself." As she spoke, her deep blue eyes seemed to blaze with unrivalled conviction.
"The second rule is if you have any questions," Satele went on, her voice unwavering. "I expect you to ask them – if you don't understand something, I want you to ask. The third rule is if I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow my instructions; they are there for a reason." Her gaze softened momentarily before growing stern again. "The fourth rule – stay out of my room, and I will stay out of yours unless I have a reason to believe that you have something prohibited stored." Then she held up a fifth finger as punctuation. "And the fifth rule – no food in your room."
Harry nodded in acceptance. "I understand the rules are not that different than those in the Jedi Temple," he replied.
Satele smiled slightly again before gesturing towards the door. "Now come along," she said gently. "Let's get some food, get you a haircut, and some Padawan clothes." She then narrowed her eyes slightly as if sensing something deeper was stirring within him. "I've heard about your ability to change both your gender and appearance when your emotions run high," she commented knowingly. "You must learn how to control it; that ability can be very helpful."
Harry followed Satele, knowing that she was right about his ability to change gender and appearance when his emotions ran high. He had always suspected he had some kind of power, but he never knew what it was or how to control it.
Satele led him outside into the bustling city streets and they soon found themselves in a small barber shop. As Satele made her way around the room, inspecting the different chairs and choosing the right one for Harry, she explained why it was important to have a proper haircut as a Padawan.
"It will help you look more presentable," she said. "It will also be easier for your peers to recognize you, even in a crowd."
After getting his hair cut, they moved on to get him some new clothes. Satele picked out some dark-coloured pants and tunics with light-coloured accents, giving Harry a classic Jedi look. When asked what he thought of his new outfit, he smiled. "I like it," he said firmly.
Satele then looked at him with an appraising gaze and nodded her head approvingly before taking him out for lunch at a nearby cafe. They talked about their pasts, exchanged stories about their families and discussed the different cultures found within the Jedi Order while they ate.
When they were done eating, Satele looked at Harry with an intense expression on her face and placed her hands on her hips. "Now it is time to begin our training," she said sternly yet kindly. "Are you ready?"
Harry felt both nervousness and excitement flood through him as he replied eagerly: "Yes Master!"
Iris Potter stepped cautiously into the room, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Jedi Master Mage Silandra Camoran. The room was dimly lit, allowing Silandra's long, black hair to gleam against her cream-coloured robe.
Silandra's voice was gentle yet firm as she addressed Iris, "Hello Iris Potter, do you remember who I am?"
"Yes, you are Jedi Master Mage Silandra Camoran," Iris replied, her voice filled with respect.
Silandra nodded slowly, acknowledging Iris' response. "Do you know why I summoned you?" she inquired.
Iris shook her head, her curiosity piqued. "No, Master Camoran."
Silandra crossed her hands over her chest, adopting a thoughtful stance. "I am here to give you an interview to see if you are ready to be my Padawan. Your answers will tell me if you are ready or not." She paused, her eyes focused on Iris. "Remember these words; Apple, Tree, Grass, Snow. Now why are your science scores so low?"
A small crease formed between Iris' eyebrows as she processed the question. "I just can't understand it. It's too difficult. My brother Harry tried to help me, but even then, I could not grasp the concepts."
Silandra bowed her head slightly, contemplating Iris' response. After a moment, she spoke again. "That is okay. Now, can you tell me what the code of the Je'daii Order was?"
Iris inhaled deeply, summoning her knowledge. "There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no fear; there is power. I am the heart of the Force. I am the revealing fire of light. I am the mystery of darkness. In balance with chaos and harmony, Immortal in the Force."
Silandra regarded Iris with a piercing gaze, studying her young padawan-to-be. "Correct," she said, her tone carrying a hint of approval. "Now, do you know the full code of the Order of Jedi Knights?"
Iris nodded slowly, her lips pursed in concentration. She recalled the teachings she had studied diligently. "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force," she began reciting. "A Jedi does not act for personal power or wealth but seeks knowledge and enlightenment. A Jedi never acts from hatred, anger, fear, or aggression but acts when calm and at peace with the Force. Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy. They use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack. Jedi respect life in any form. Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy. Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training."
Silandra raised an eyebrow in approval. "Very good, youngling," she said, acknowledging Iris' understanding of the Jedi code. She then shifted the topic to lightsaber forms.
"Form one is known as Shii-Cho," Iris answered confidently. "Form two is called Makashi. Form three is Soresu. Form four is Ataru. Form five is Djem So or Shien. Form six is Niman. And form seven is Juyo."
Silandra's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "You are doing well," she praised Iris before proceeding with more questions. "What causes water to change from a liquid to a solid?"
"When it gets cold," Iris replied promptly. "Water will start to turn into ice."
Silandra's deep brown eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "Final question," she declared with a smirk, her lips curling up at the corners. "What were the four words I told you at the beginning?"
Iris paused for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, her face brightened, and she spoke slowly, trying to recall the answer from memory. "Apple... Tree... Grass... Snow!"
A satisfied smile crossed Silandra's face. "Very good, Iris," she said. "You are now a Jedi Padawan. You will be my padawan from this day forward."
The seven-year-old girl grew very excited, but before she could express her joyfully, Silandra raised her hand in warning. "Calm yourself."
"Yes, Master Camoran," Iris stammered, suddenly remembering her manners.
"None of that," Silandra admonished. "Only use formalities when there is another Jedi Knight, Mage, Master, or Grandmaster present."
"Yes, Silandra," Iris replied shyly, adjusting to the protocols of the Jedi Order.
"Now then," Silandra continued, her voice taking on a nurturing tone. "First, we need to get you some new clothes and a proper haircut. We'll also acquire a practice lightsaber – also called a glowstick – and establish some ground rules."
Iris nodded eagerly, ready to embark on her journey as a Jedi Padawan. "Okay."
Silandra proceeded to list her rules one by one, ensuring Iris understood and agreed to them. The rules included picking up after herself, asking questions when in need of clarification, following instructions given by Silandra explicitly, staying out of Silandra's room unless given permission, keeping food out of Iris' room, studying science twice a week in the archives, and meeting outside every morning at 8 a.m. sharp.
"Do you understand?" Silandra asked, wanting to ensure Iris was fully aware of the expectations.
Iris nodded once more; her expression serious. "Yes, Silandra," she said solemnly.
Silandra smiled warmly, appreciating Iris' commitment. "Follow me then," she commanded.