Disclaimer: Playing in Rowling 's and Lucas's sandbox. They own the toys; We're just having fun.

Previously on Chapter 3

In the charged atmosphere, as the two Chosen Ones faced each other, Fate, seated at his loom, could sense the delicate threads slipping through its ethereal fingers. Their stories, once separate strands destined to follow divergent paths, now wove around each other in an intricate dance—a convergence that marked the inception of a saga destined to resonate throughout the universe. With the unexpected meeting of these two individuals, a cosmic tale unfurled, rewriting the celestial script and imprinting the cosmos with the echoes of an extraordinary encounter

'Dragonstaff and Technomage' - Thoughts

Chapter 4: Kindred

"Arghh! This language! C3PO! Come out here and help me translate."

C3PO, who had taken refuge behind the kitchen counter, cautiously rose, a pot precariously perched on his head like a makeshift helmet. "Master Anakin, is it safe for me to come out now?"

Harry, witnessing the peculiar scene, stared in disbelief at the strange golden-coloured robot-like creature. "Did that automaton just speak?" he mumbled to himself.

As Harry unconsciously lowered his wand, Anakin, sensing an opportunity, deftly used a Force Pull to retrieve the peculiar wooden stick the boy was holding to his waiting hand.

"Give me back my bloody wand!" Harry spoke threateningly, every muscle in his body taut with tension, his hair seemingly floating, despite the fact that there was no breeze.

Recognizing the palpable tension in the air, Anakin acted to defuse the situation. He deactivated his lightsaber, its hum fading into silence. With slow, deliberate movements, he placed both his lightsaber and the stick which seemed to be imbued with a shard of the Force on the ground between them.

A robotic voice suddenly piped up, "Language!"

Harry's head whipped around, utterly baffled. The automaton, which had been spouting seemingly incomprehensible gibberish until now, was suddenly speaking in perfect Queen's English. The absurdity of the situation brought a momentary pause to the tension.

"Hello! I am C3PO, human/cyborg relations. And you are?"

"Harry Potter", he stated, still completely clueless as to what in Merlin's soggy underpants was going on.

"Hello, Harry Potter. I am C3PO, human/cyborg relations and this is my creator, Master Anakin Skywalker. I am a protocol droid with proficiency in over seven million languages."

"Threepio, what is going on? Are you able to understand him?"

C3PO turned over to Anakin and nodded.

"Indeed, Master Anakin. The holo terminal that you liberated allowed me to learn the language of this primitive planet."

Anakin gestured towards Harry. "So, what was he saying?"

C3PO continued, "I am afraid, the boy is quite insistent on having something he calls his 'bloody wand' back"

Anakin, gesturing to the piece of wood lying on the floor, asked C3PO, "Does he mean this thing?"

Harry, growing increasingly frustrated with the ongoing conversation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a moment of determination, he raised his hand, and to everyone's surprise, his magic responded. The wand flew back to him, smacking into his palm with a satisfying thwack.

Anakin stared, wide-eyed, as the boy consciously used a Force Pull to retrieve his, ahem, wand.

Anakin, observing Harry's Force-assisted retrieval of his wand, couldn't help but believe that Harry had the potential in the Force. "Impressive use of Force Pull, Harry. You have a strong connection to the Force. Jedi padawans have to train for weeks to consciously use it like you just did"

AN: From hereon, C3PO shall no longer play the role of a translator and is instead comic relief. Soon Harry and Anakin will be able to communicate with each other, until then "You are imagining C3PO as a translator" says us waving our hand.

Harry, confused by the unfamiliar words, shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have no clue about any force. I use Magic."

Anakin, undeterred, insisted, "Many primitive civilizations have often confused the Force with magic. But the Force is real, it is a metaphysical, spiritual and binding power which binds the galaxy together. It is what allows us to do things like move objects with our mind, empower our bodies and do so much more.

Harry scoffed, "No, it's not. Magic is... well, it's magic. It's different. There's no Force involved. It's about incantations, wand movements, and intent."

Anakin raised an eyebrow, "Incantations and wand movements? Sounds like an alternate method to tap into the Force. You just call it something else."

Harry bristled at Anakin's assertion, vehemently refuting, "Magic is much much more! I just don't know how to prove it to you."

What Harry did not realise was that since the Ministry fiasco, his magic had changed; it had become more responsive to his thoughts and emotions. His heightened emotional state combined with his desire to prove the existence of magic caused the broken chair in the corner to float in the air, its pieces swirling around it, until it settled on the floor, completely repaired, as if no flying pig had even crashed into it.

Seeing this feat of magic, Anakin and Harry had extremely different reactions. While Anakin was shocked at what he had just witnessed, Harry suddenly remembered the last time he had used magic outside of Hogwarts.

As Harry clutched his wand, a wave of anxiety washed over him. What if the Ministry thought he was breaking the rules again by using magic outside of school? "Expulsion letter, someone coming to snap my wand... that's what the Ministry would do," Harry muttered unconsciously, not realising that he was vocalising his internal turmoil.

The idea of being at a disadvantage unsettled him. He knew that he had to keep the fact that he could not use magic hidden from this stranger.

Anakin raised an eyebrow in bewilderment, "Ministry?"

Harry's eyes widened, and he grimaced, realising he had unwittingly spoken his fears out loud. "Bloody hell! I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Anakin, finding amusement in the young boy's evident frustration, raised an eyebrow as Harry threw his hands up in surrender.

Harry, abandoning all his attempts at subtlety, confronted the stranger directly. "So, are you here to kill me?" He almost sounded bored.

Anakin was taken aback by the bluntness of the question and shook his head in the negative. The nonchalance with which the young boy approached the possibility of someone coming to kill him struck Anakin as both surprising and, in a strange way, impressive.

Harry, despite the tension in the air, couldn't resist a touch of sarcasm. "Well, that's a relief. It would be a shame to be murdered on a Thursday. I've got plans for the weekend."

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Been tracking me, have you? Oh my God! You're a fan, aren't you? What do you want? My autograph? Or are you one of those weirdos that wants to know what brand of shampoo I use or my favourite flavour of ice cream?"

Suddenly, his tone shifted, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait a minute. Are you one of Voldie's agents? You said you're not here to kill me! But that doesn't mean you are not here to kidnap me and present me to your master!" he almost spat out.

C3PO meanwhile was trying his best to translate this incredibly odd communication. "Master Anakin, Mister Harry is inquiring if you are a fan and expresses curiosity about your intentions. He also mentioned autographs, shampoo, and something about ice cream? He also expresses concern that you might be in league with something or someone called Voldie. He seems to believe that you are not here to harm him but to kidnap him and present him to this Voldie. I apologise Master Anakin but I am unable to understand the terms that he is using."

Anakin's eyebrows parted, and a chuckle escaped him, the absurdity of the situation finally striking him. "I assure you, Harry, I'm not a fan, nor do I have any intention of kidnapping or presenting you to anyone. And I have no idea what a Voldie is, or of this ice cream you speak of. These terms are utterly unfamiliar to us."

Harry looked up sharply at the stranger in his home. The realisation dawned on him—this man, who claimed to know nothing of Voldemort or ice cream, was definitely not a wizard. The very essence of not knowing Voldemort was a telltale sign. Even those outside of Britain knew of Voldemort. But to not know ice cream? Was the stranger even human?

His eyes narrowed as he raised his wand again, tension coiling in the air. The stranger had dodged his previous question. Harry wasn't one to let things slide, especially when it came to his safety, "Who exactly are you? And what do you want from me" he demanded, his tone sharp and unyielding.

Anakin put up his hands slightly, attempting to appear non-threatening. Inwardly, he mused that Obi-Wan would probably be proud of his attempt at diplomacy. "It's a long story," he began cautiously, "one that will take considerable time to tell."

Harry, still tense but curious, replied, "I've got the whole night. Someone decided to kidnap the Dursleys, and I'm stuck here."

Anakin shifted uncomfortably, a wry smile crossing his features. "Well, you see, I may have influenced the Dursleys a bit. Made them think they needed a change, you know?"

Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Influenced them? With what, a Confundus charm?"

Anakin scratched his head, somewhat sheepish. "I have no clue what that is. I used a simple Jedi Mind Trick. Made them believe they had somewhere to be for the next few hours."

Harry raised an eyebrow, processing the information. "Jedi Mind Trick? Never heard of it. But, why'd you do that to the Dursleys? Not that I'm complaining, you know?"

Anakin took a deep breath, the weight of his actions evident in his eyes. "I've been tracking you since last night. When I saw how they treated you, it reminded me of someone else I once knew. I... I couldn't control my anger. Might've maimed them a bit before making them leave."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he regarded Anakin with a mix of suspicion and accusation. "Why have you been following me? And was that you I sensed last night? I felt someone watching, but couldn't see anyone."

Anakin sighed, realising he had some explaining to do. "Look, Harry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, but I sensed a strong Force presence last night and tracking it led me to you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, especially after what I saw with the Dursleys."

Harry's gaze remained unwavering, his wariness apparent. "Force presence? What are you talking about? And why would you care about me?"

Anakin hesitated before answering, "As I explained, the Force is a mystical power that connects all living things. I'm attuned to it, and I sensed a disturbance. As for caring about you, well, I saw something in you, something familiar. It compelled me to make sure you were safe."

Harry's suspicion gradually faded, replaced by a bemused acceptance. "Alright, let me get this straight. You sensed a disturbance in some mystical Force thing and decided to check on me? And you didn't like the Dursleys either? Well, that makes you alright in my book. Anyone who doesn't like them is fine by me." He chuckled, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I'm not angry or sorry about the way someone treated the Dursleys. If anything, I'm rather pleased. But just so we're clear, I'm not a charity case. I can take care of myself."

Anakin nodded, a sense of understanding passing between them. "Fair enough, Harry. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Harry's smile widened a fraction. "Well, thanks for that, I guess. So, what's the deal with this Force thing you keep talking about? And why are you here?"

Anakin hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Not here. This place is not completely secure."

Harry raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "What do you mean? It's supposed to be the safest place for me. What's the issue?"

Anakin shook his head. "I'm getting some strange sensations from the Force about this place. I don't think it's the best setting for this conversation. We'll talk on my ship."

Harry's lips twitched in bemusement. "Your ship, huh? Never thought I'd hear someone call their home a ship, but sure, lead the way." With a wry smile, he gestured for Anakin to lead, still marvelling at the peculiar turns the night had taken.

Despite the rational part of his mind screaming about the danger of blindly trusting a stranger and following him into the unknown, Harry found himself inexplicably drawn to Anakin. There was an odd sense of familiarity, his behaviour almost reminding him of Sirius sometimes. Perhaps it was the way Anakin handled the situation with the Dursleys, or maybe it was the confident aura that surrounded him. Whatever the reason, Harry's instincts, finely honed through years of surviving in a world of magic and uncertainty, told him to trust this person. So, in the darkness of the night, Harry followed those instincts into the unknown, curiosity mingling with a sense of destiny.

As they approached the source of the subtle glow within the forest, Harry's eyes widened in amazement. Before him stood a colossal red and white behemoth, unlike anything he had ever seen. He turned to Anakin with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, unable to conceal his awe.

"What in the name of Merlin's beard is that, and where did it come from? I've never seen anything like this before." The excitement in Harry's voice was palpable as he gazed at the futuristic marvel, a childlike sense of wonder washing over him.

"That, my friend, is my starship," Anakin said with a proud smile, happy at introducing Harry to something he loved. "It's called the 'Ebon Hawk.' At least, that's what I think it is named. Isn't it Threepio?"

C3PO chimed in, confirming, "Yes, Master Anakin, that is what R2-D2 found in the logs."

"What's a starship?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

C3PO, always happy to share his knowledge, explained, "A starship is a vessel designed for travel or transportation in outer space. It's a mode of conveyance that transcends the limitations of mere land or sea travel. In simpler terms, it's a spaceship."

Harry stood there, mouth slightly agape, processing the information. If the golden automaton and this stranger were to be believed, he was standing next to an honest-to-God spaceship. The sheer absurdity of it made him briefly question the sanity of the two peculiar beings before him.

"Yeah, and I'm a basilisk's hairstylist," Harry quipped, sarcasm lacing his tone as he struggled to wrap his head around the idea of being in the presence of a spaceship.

"Apologies, Harry Potter. But I am not familiar with that term - a basilisk", C3PO replied

Anakin, turning towards the ship, gave a loud call, "Artoo, lower the gates!"

The small droid, R2-D2, responded with a series of beeps and whistles, and the gates of the spaceship gracefully descended, unveiling the welcoming interior.

Anakin led the way inside the spaceship, with Harry and C3PO following closely. As they entered the main hold, Anakin greeted the droid who was diligently working on one of the consoles.

"How are the repairs coming along, Artoo?" Anakin inquired.

R2-D2 responded with a series of beeps, and Anakin nodded in acknowledgment. Turning to Harry, he introduced them. "Ah! Before I forget. Harry, meet R2-D2, my astromech droid. Artoo, this is Harry Potter."

Harry simply raised a hand in greeting, still dumbfounded. 'A spaceship. I am inside a spaceship! Oh! Hermione would be so jealous!' But immediately he was reminded of how his friends had abandoned him and his mood fell.

"I'll be in the main hold with our guest, Harry. Let me know if you need anything," Anakin stated, addressing the small droid. R2-D2 merely beeped in response, and with that, Anakin motioned for C3PO and Harry to follow him into the depths of the spaceship.

In the dimly lit main hold of the spaceship, Anakin settled into a seat, gesturing for Harry to do the same. C3PO stood nearby, ready to assist if needed. Anakin took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the weight of his tumultuous past. "Alright, Harry. This is going to be a long story, but I think you deserve to know who I am."

Anakin's voice quivered with emotion as he delved into the beginning of his story, "I came into this world in less than ideal circumstances. My mother, Shmi Skywalker, a woman of incredible strength and love, was a slave on the desert planet of Tatooine when I was born to her."

His eyes reflected a deep affection as he continued, "She was more than just a slave. For me, she was the embodiment of love and resilience. Life on Tatooine was far from easy, but she faced it all with a grace that still astounds me."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise as Anakin mentioned being from a different planet. The word "alien" reverberated in his mind, bringing a mix of curiosity and concern. "Wait, you're from another planet? Does that make you... an alien?" Harry blurted out, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Anakin's eyes softened with a fond remembrance, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I hate deserts now," he admitted, sharing a moment of nostalgia. He then continued with the story of his life on Tatooine and the events which shaped him.

Anakin's expression grew sombre as he delved into the challenges of his early years. "I was brought up in slavery on Tatooine," he confessed, his tone carrying the weight of the past. "My master wasn't the kindest. I worked in his shop in Mos Espa." A hint of anger crept into his voice as memories of those difficult times resurfaced.

"It was there, I honed my tech skills," Anakin continued, a spark of pride lighting up his eyes. "I even built a protocol droid, C3PO. Modifying it to withstand Tatooine's harsh conditions for my mother. Every piece, every gear, I put it together, using salvaged parts and market finds to make sure it could handle the sand and heat."

He glanced at C3PO, who was standing nearby, with affection in his gaze. "C3PO here is more than just a translator. He's a creation of mine, crafted for my mother." There was a momentary flicker of sadness in Anakin's eyes, a weight that lingered as he spoke of the droid created for his mother, a stark reminder of the loss he had endured.

Harry understood the weight of loss, the ache that lingered long after the departure of loved ones. Gently laying a hand on Anakin's knee, he spoke, "I lost my parents when I was just a child. Never really knew them, just bits and pieces from other people's memories. I can't say I know exactly what you went through, but I do understand the pain of losing someone dear."

He thought of Sirius, the godfather he had lost, but he continued, "But you also had moments with your mother. Moments filled with love that many others might never experience. Treasure those moments, Anakin. You were loved, deeply and truly, more than you might realise."

Anakin managed a small, appreciative smile. "You really are wise beyond your years, Harry. Thank you for understanding."

Anakin's voice carried a mix of fondness and sorrow as he delved into his past, "One day, when I was around nine, my life took an unexpected turn. Watto called me into the junk shop, and there I found a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn, a young woman, a Gungan called Jar Jar Binks, and an astromech droid. I mistook the young woman, Padmé for an angel, having overheard spacers talk about such beings from the moons of Iego. She was more than just a beautiful face; she later became my wife. We faced countless challenges together."

The tone in Anakin's voice shifted, a hint of sadness surfacing, "In the afternoon, I sustained a cut on my arm, but I didn't notice until later that night when Jinn tended to it and took a sample of my blood. He sent this sample to his Padawan, who found that I had more midichlorians than even the Jedi Grandmaster Yoda. Qui-Gon Jinn, the man who believed in me, saw my potential. He met an unfortunate end, but his impact on my life endured. He was more than a mentor; he was like a father to me."

Anakin paused for a moment, his expression a mix of pride and melancholy, "And then there's his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He became my master, guiding me through the ways of the Jedi. Our journey wasn't without its challenges, but our bond grew strong. He's a skilled Jedi, and I was proud to be his Padawan. The path from that to being a Jedi Knight wasn't easy, but it solidified our connection. We faced trials together, and he remained a constant in my life even as circumstances changed."

As Anakin unfolded the intricate tapestry of his past, Harry listened with a mixture of empathy and intrigue. The parallels between their lives were not lost on him—both shaped by unconventional childhoods, the loss of parental figures, and the undeniable influence of mentors. Anakin's recounting of love and tragedy struck a chord with Harry, who couldn't help but feel a connection to the strange man from the stars whose life was so similar to his.

"I get it," Harry finally spoke, his gaze reflecting understanding. "Different worlds, different powers, but similar struggles. Losing loved ones, having mentors shape our paths—it hits close to home. But hey, at least you got to marry the love of your life. Can't say the same for me, but I guess the adventure's not over yet."

He offered a small smile, a gesture of camaraderie in the face of shared pain and resilience.

Anakin's eyes held a mix of gratitude and acknowledgment at Harry's understanding. "Yeah, it's a wild ride, isn't it? But hey, adventure's what makes life interesting."

He stood, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to check on Artoo, make sure everything's in order. We can pick up the story later if you're up for it. Feel free to explore the ship, but watch out for—"

Anakin paused, his expression shifting to a more serious tone. "Watch out for most things. Some of this tech can be a bit touchy. Just be cautious. And Threepio, keep an eye on Harry. If he has questions, try your best to explain things within your capabilities. We don't want him accidentally triggering anything important."

C3PO nodded dutifully. "Of course, Master Anakin. I shall do my best to assist Master Harry in his exploration of our vessel."

With that, he headed towards the maintenance area, leaving Harry to his own devices within the confines of the Ebon Hawk.

The sudden vibration startled Harry as he fumbled with an unfamiliar panel on the ship. C3PO, trying to be helpful, had given him information about the ship's controls, but one wrong move seemed to have set something off.

Anakin and R2-D2 rushed to the scene, their concern evident. "What's happening?" Anakin demanded, eyeing the vibrating panel.

Harry looked sheepish, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, I might have... accidentally triggered something?"

C3PO, standing nearby, looked positively guilty. "I did try to warn him, Master Anakin, but he seemed so curious about the panel. I thought he knew what he was doing!"

Anakin sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement playing on his face. "Harry, not every button or panel is meant to be touched. Let's see if you've caused any damage."

Harry, trying to lighten the mood, remarked with a touch of sarcasm, "You know, I don't go looking for trouble; trouble just seems to have a knack for finding its way to me."

Anakin couldn't help but give a wry smile. "Believe me, I know the feeling."

In the background, a panel slid open, unveiling an intriguing collection of holocrons along with various artifacts, Jedi and Sith alike. The soft glow emanating from these ancient devices, combined with the sight of a few deactivated lightsabers, created an eerie ambience within the spaceship's interior.

Harry gingerly picked up one of the lightsabers, the metallic cylinder feeling both foreign and strangely familiar in his hand, he remembered seeing one in Anakin's hand as well. Turning to Anakin, he inquired, "What's the purpose of this thing?"

"That, Harry, is a lightsaber—the main weapon of a Jedi. It's not just a weapon; it's a symbol of the Jedi Order." Anakin explained.

Harry, curious, found a switch and flicked it, activating the lightsaber. To his surprise, a purple blade shot out, illuminating the dim surroundings. With a nonchalant expression, he gave it a few experimental swings. Anakin's tone grew serious, "They're not toys, Harry. A lightsaber is a powerful tool, and in the hands of a trained Jedi, it can be both protective and destructive."

With a swift motion, Anakin took out his own lightsaber, its blue blade humming to life. He demonstrated its prowess, cutting through the air with precision. The destructive potential of the weapon became evident as Anakin deftly sliced through a nearby object, leaving Harry wide-eyed at the sheer power contained in the compact device.

Harry's eyes widened as he rapidly deactivated the lightsaber, realising the potential danger he held in his hands. Turning to Anakin, he asked with genuine curiosity, "Alright, Anakin, you keep mentioning 'Jedi.' What exactly is a Jedi? You've been using the term, but you've never really explained it."

Anakin took a deep breath, preparing to share the essence of the Jedi Order with Harry. "The Jedi are a group of individuals who are sensitive to the Force, an energy that binds the galaxy together. We follow a code that guides our actions, emphasising peace, knowledge, and the defence of others. The Jedi are the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, working to maintain balance and harmony."

He continued, "We wield lightsabers, the weapon you are holding. They're not just for show; they are an elegant and powerful tool used to protect and defend. The Jedi Code teaches us to avoid attachment, to let go of personal desires and fears. It's a path of selflessness, seeking to serve others and preserve the balance of the Force."

Anakin paused, gauging Harry's reaction before adding, "We were once revered as peacekeepers, but things changed. The Jedi Order faced challenges, and I... well, I faced challenges. But the ideals of the Jedi, the commitment to justice and compassion, still hold true."

Harry smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Ah, yes, the Jedi, keepers of peace armed with glowing murder sticks. Because nothing says 'keeping the peace' like a weapon that can slice through anything. Must be a real challenge to negotiate for peace when your negotiation tactic is a lightsaber that can slice through steel doors. 'Let's talk, or I'll cut through this wall and come in anyway.'"

Anakin chuckled at Harry's sarcastic remark. "Fair point, but you see, a lightsaber isn't just for intimidation or negotiation. It's a tool for a Jedi. We use it to defend ourselves and others, to uphold justice and maintain peace. Sometimes, negotiation isn't an option, and that's where the saber comes in handy. It's not just about the flashy glow; it's a symbol of our commitment to protecting the galaxy."

Harry mumbled to himself, his eyes fixed on the glowing purple blade, "It would be dandy if I had one of these... Imagine slicing through Voldemort, cutting him into pieces, finally getting back at him for everything. After all these years, it's about time he faced the consequences." The thought lingered, a mix of anger and longing etched on Harry's face.

Anakin raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his expression. "You mentioned a Voldie earlier, I assume that it is the same? What exactly is a Voldemort?"

Harry's voice carried the weight of a dark history as he spoke, the gravity of his words settling heavily in the air. "Voldemort is not just a 'who'; he's the embodiment of darkness, the worst Dark Lord to ever plague our world. He laid waste to the entire country, nearly tipping the scales of a war in his favour. His lust for power was insatiable.

Before I was even born, one of his spies overheard a fragment of a prophecy, speaking of a child destined to defeat him. Believing it to be me, he killed my parents and then tried to end my life. The curse rebounded, tearing him apart, but he didn't die. Since then, he's been relentless in his pursuit of me."

Harry's shoulders sagged under the weight of the memories. "We've clashed four times, each encounter a harrowing dance between life and death. The last time, my survival came at the cost of my godfather's life," he paused, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "It's a constant battle, a prophecy hanging over my head—either I kill him, or he kills me. There's no escape from this destiny, and the stakes couldn't be higher."

Harry's voice carried a trace of bitterness as he continued, "And to top it all off, the public sees me as some kind of Chosen One. One moment they cheer my name as a saviour, and the next, they're quick to ridicule me for not living up to their expectations. They expect me to be the solution to all their problems, as if I hold the answers to a world plunged into chaos. It's a lonely place to be, carrying the weight of a destiny that seems to have chosen me more than I chose it."

Anakin's breath hitched, a sense of foreboding settling over him. "The Chosen One?" he murmured, the words hanging heavy in the air. Images of the mysterious voice and the void flashed through his mind, a connection forming in the depths of his thoughts. 'Had he found the Chosen One? And if so, who was the mysterious "her" the voice referred to?'

Harry looked sharply up at Anakin, his senses tingling with a sudden shift in the atmosphere. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern furrowing his brow.

Anakin, unable to reply, his gaze fixed on an unseen horizon, left the question hanging in the air. The weight of destiny seemed to press upon him, silencing the words he could not bring himself to utter.

"The Chosen One?" Anakin's voice sliced through the air, disbelief etched across his features. "Are you absolutely sure? That is what people call you? That is what you are?"

"Anakin, you are scaring me," Harry admitted, a knot of tension forming in his stomach. "And based on the prophecy, it does seem like it," he continued, his voice strained with unease.

Anakin's eyes widened, his hands gesturing in disbelief. "If you don't mind, could you tell me the exact contents of this prophecy?"

Harry took a deep breath, the atmosphere crackling with tension. As he recited the prophecy, his gestures became more animated, emphasising the weight of the words. Anakin, in turn, reacted with subtle yet intense movements, his emotions mirroring the gravity of the revelation.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...

born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...

and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives...

the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

R2-D2 suddenly piped up with a series of beeps and whistles, drawing Anakin's irritated attention. "What's wrong, Artoo?" Anakin asked, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

C3PO translated R2-D2's message, "Master Anakin, R2-D2 has been perusing the internet, what they refer to as the holo terminal to gain a better understanding of this world. He stumbled upon something referred to as Greek mythology, which appears to be the initial point of origin for the prophecy as far back as he can trace. However, he notes a commonality among true Greek prophecies—they rhymed. According to those stories, what Master Harry has just recounted might not align with the characteristics of a genuine prophecy."

The realisation hit Harry like a ton of bricks. His entire existence, the struggles, the losses, all dictated by a prophecy that might not even be genuine. The implications were staggering. Sirius's death, the battles, the sacrifices—all possibly orchestrated by a rhyme rather than a destined fate. It was too much for Harry to bear.

He felt a surge of magical energy building within him, an uncontrollable release of power as his emotions reached a boiling point. A guttural scream tore through the air as the weight of his world came crashing down. In that moment, overwhelmed by the revelation, Harry's vision blurred, and he crumpled to the floor, consciousness slipping away.

AN: A huge thank you to everyone who has been following the story of Anakin and Harry. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Haerion Targaryen: Yeah we are slowly building upto allowing them to understand each other without C3PO. Do share with us any ideas you have, we would love to hear them.

DS2010: We are not done with the Dursleys yet and they shall return soon.

AiyaKnight: We can't promise that there won't be any more cliffhangers. But hope this chapter helps.

starboy454 and lilly-flower15 – Thank you so much.

May Magic Guide your Way!

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