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Previously on Chapter 7:
As a bright glowing green bolt of magic careened towards them, Anakin almost felt the world slow down, his trusty blue blade humming as he prepared himself to defend Harry.
'Dragonstaff and Technomage' - Thoughts
Chapter 8: Die Meatbags, Die!
Harry watched, heart in his throat, as time seemed to stretch and slow. A jolt of emerald light, unlike anything Anakin had encountered before, ripped through the fray, heading straight for his chest. Instinctively, he shifted, the lightsaber snapping towards the unseen attack. There was a deafening crack, a tremor that rattled his bones, and the green bolt exploded harmlessly against the hum of his blade.
A hush fell over the Alley. Duelling wands stilled, spellfire ceased. Every eye, from cloaked Death Eaters to shopkeepers, was fixed on the impossible scene. Anaking lowered his lightsaber, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The Force remained silent, offering no explanation for the bizarre green projectile that had just met its untimely demise.
Mister Fortescue, his beard flecked with white, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a kaleidoscope of emotions. "How…" he began, his voice hoarse, "How did you do that?"
Anakin shook his head, bewildered. "I... deflected a spell. A green one, powerful, very fast." He glanced at Harry, who stood beside him, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. "Did you recognize it, Harry?"
Harry swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "It was the Killing Curse, Anakin. The spell…" He trailed off, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air.
The murmurs began to rise, a tide of whispers washing over the crowd. The Killing Curse, the ultimate dark magic, deflected? By a stranger with a glowing blue sword? It was unthinkable, an affront to the very laws of magic.
Anakin, his instincts sharpened by years of warfare, didn't let the surreal silence linger for long. Seizing the opportunity presented by the stunned onlookers, he moved with a fluidity that seemed almost preternatural. His lightsaber danced through the air, a glowing blue blur, cutting down the cloaked figures with deadly precision. The skull-like masks hid expressions of shock and confusion as they fell one after another.
The Alley erupted into chaos, the previously hushed whispers turning into panicked screams. Anakin's blade sliced through the air, deflecting spells and incapacitating foes. He moved with a calculated ferocity, each swing of the lightsaber a dance of death.
Shaken from his initial shock, Harry summoned the strength to join the chaotic battle dance. The spells that couldn't be deflected by Anakin's lightsaber found their way blocked by Harry's shield. Spells which would have otherwise hit the bystanders were stopped by his shield.
With newfound determination, Harry retaliated. His wand moved with a swiftness born of desperation and survival. Powerful stunners and disarming spells erupted from his wand, finding their targets among the Death Eaters. The dark figures, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected resistance, fell to the ground.
The battle raged on, the Alley echoing with the clash of magic and the hum of the lightsaber. Anakin and Harry fought side by side, their movements synchronised in a deadly ballet. As Death Eaters closed in, Harry's shield flickered due to the onslaught but held strong, providing a crucial defence against the onslaught.
Anakin, his lightsaber carving through the attackers, spared a moment to glance at Harry. Their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, challenging the very notion of magical combat. The Death Eaters who were used to people cowering and running from met the immovable wall that was Harry Potter and the unstoppable force which was Anakin Skywalker and realising that the fight was far from one-sided, began to reassess their strategy.
Amidst the chaos, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the strange ease with which Magic flowed alongside the Force, creating a formidable synergy that kept them standing against the Death Eaters.
With a sudden and loud crack, the wards which the Death Eaters had raised shattered and loud pops echoed through Diagon Alley as various Aurors and Dumbledore, apparated onto the scene, which sent shockwaves through the remaining Death Eaters. The dark cloaked figures, realising the odds were no longer in their favour, disapparated as quickly as they had appeared.
Amidst the dispersing darkness, the Aurors and Dumbledore surveyed the aftermath. The chaotic skirmish had left its mark, but the attackers were gone, leaving behind the bodies of their slain comrades.
Harry, his breath ragged and heart pounding, exchanged a quick glance with Anakin. They both knew the importance of discretion. With a nod, they turned and dashed towards the exit of Diagon Alley. Once out of the magical world, they could vanish into the anonymity of the muggle world, where wizards would struggle to find them.
As they reached the edge of Diagon Alley, Harry muttered a disillusionment charm over himself and Anakin. The bustling streets of London greeted them as they melted into the ordinary crowd. Dumbledore and the Aurors, dealing with the aftermath of the skirmish, were none the wiser to the duo's presence on the scene, let alone their escape.
The cobblestoned roads of London were teeming with people jostling against one another as Harry stumbled out of the chaos, the sounds of battle still a fading echo in his ears. He had faced various dangerous situations but this had been his first taste of full scale battle and he could feel his heart hammer against his ribs, a drumbeat of adrenaline and something else, something darker, something he couldn't quite name. He had tasted raw power, a forbidden fruit plucked from the vine, and the sweetness of it still lingered on his tongue.
"That was…" Harry began, his voice hoarse, turning to Anakin. The Jedi, his cloak torn and face streaked with soot, looked every bit the warrior, yet in his steely blue eyes, Harry glimpsed a flicker of doubt, a ghost of battles fought against a different kind of darkness.
"Desperate," Anakin corrected, his voice rough and low. "They were cornered, lashing out with the only weapon they knew."
He gazed at the eerily silent alley, the dark magic clinging to the cobblestones like a phantom limb against Harry's skin. "I…" Harry swallowed, the words catching in his throat. "I knew magic could be like that. But experiencing it. There were innocents around!"
Anakin's gaze held him, a silent understanding passing between them. "There's darkness in every world, Harry," he said, his voice laced with an age-old weariness. "It whispers promises of power, of control, but the price is a prison made of your own nightmares."
Harry felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The thrill of deflecting the Killing Curse, the intoxicating taste of power, it was a siren song he could almost hear. But Anakin's haunted eyes, the tremor in his voice, painted a different picture, one where the darkness devoured you inch by bloody inch.
Sensing his turmoil, Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "The path you choose, Harry," he said, his voice softer now, "will define you. Remember, magic, the Force... they are but tools. What matters is what you do with those tools. Will you be a shield, protecting the light, or a weapon, consumed by the dark?"
Harry met his gaze, the weight of the decision settling in. He saw fear within Anakin, yes, but also resolve, the fierce determination of a warrior who had stared into the abyss and had turned away. This wasn't just about survival, Harry realised. This was about a choice, a commitment to who he wanted to be in this war against the shadows.
Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders, a newfound clarity settling in his eyes. "I want to learn," he said, his voice steady. "To control this power, to understand it. I don't want to be consumed by it, not like what we saw… but I also don't want to hide from it. I want to be someone who fights yes, but to protect people."
Anakin smiled, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "That," he said, "is the path of the warrior, Harry. It won't be easy. There will be darkness, temptation. But remember, you are not alone. We walk this path together."
As they melted into the bustling crowd, cloaked in their disillusionment charms, Harry felt a tremor of excitement, a mix of fear and anticipation. He had a long way to go, a choice to make every day. But with Anakin by his side, a friend and now a brother-in-arms, he knew he wasn't walking alone. The war for his soul had just begun, and Harry, for the first time, felt ready to fight.
"Now, come on. You promised me something called Fish and Chips, and after that stunt in Diagon Alley, I could really use some food in my stomach"
Harry just grinned back at him, the echoes of the conflict fading in his mind. "You're on. But I get the extra crispy fries!"
A few days later:
Harry came to a breathless halt at the edge of the dense forest, beads of sweat trickling down his face. The dense foliage rustled with the sounds of wildlife as he sucked in deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. Anakin, leaning casually against the spaceship, observed him with a nod of approval.
"You're improving, Harry. Ten miles in under thirty minutes is no small feat," Anakin remarked, a hint of pride in his voice.
Harry wiped his face with the back of his hand, his mind grappling with the newfound capabilities. "It's like my body is tapping into some hidden reserve of energy. Is this... normal?"
Anakin grinned, a mentor's pride in his apprentice's progress. "It's not about being normal, Harry. It's about unlocking your potential. The Force, or in your case, magic, responds to your intent. You're beginning to channel it, consciously or not."
Harry looked at Anakin, a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "Magic, the Force... it's all so overwhelming. How do I control it?"
Anakin clapped him on the back. "Step by step, my friend. You're already on the right path. Feel the magic, embrace it, and let it become an extension of yourself. We'll figure this out together."
The spaceship greeted them with the hum of machinery as they entered. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the changes that had taken place since he first laid eyes on it. Repairs and upgrades were underway, and the ship seemed to be revealing new secrets with each passing day. The diligent work was transforming it from a relic of the past into a vessel ready for the challenges of the future. Harry felt a surge of excitement as he realised the potential of the journey ahead. Anakin, too, seemed absorbed in the ongoing improvements, his expertise evident in the meticulous details of the ship's restoration.
The storage hangar stretched before them, filled with an array of crates and mysterious artifacts. Harry took a moment to stretch his muscles, preparing for the training ahead. Anakin, standing a few paces away, tossed him a lightsaber with a casual precision that spoke of countless similar exchanges.
Harry caught the handle with ease, the weapon feeling almost familiar in his grasp. With a swift motion, he ignited the lightsaber, the blade humming to life. Anakin mirrored his actions, the blue glow of his lightsaber filling the hangar with an otherworldly radiance. The two stood there, lightsabers in hand, ready for this next part in training.
Anakin nodded, taking on the role of a patient instructor. "Alright, Harry. Today, we'll focus on Form II: Makashi. It's a style emphasising precision and duelling prowess. Pay attention to your footwork and keep your strikes controlled."
Harry absorbed the information, holding the lightsaber with newfound determination. "Got it, Anakin. Form II, precision and control."
Anakin lunged forward, the blue lightsaber in his hands a streak of movement. Harry met him, their blades clashing with a resonating hum. Anakin guided Harry through the motions, their lightsabers dancing in a synchronised display of skill and technique. The hangar echoed with the sounds of their practice, a harmonious blend of training and the hum of lightsabers meeting in the air.
Harry was brought back to the present by having to dodge a particularly skillful move by Anakin, which would have taken off his head, had their lightsabers not been in training mode.
Anakin gave Harry a stern look. "Focus, Harry! In a real fight, distractions can be deadly."
Harry nodded, refocusing on the lightsaber duel. They resumed their training, the hum of lightsabers filling the storage hangar as they honed their skills.
With a final clash, Anakin flipped Harry's lightsaber out of his hand, the lightsaber flying out and landing with a dull thud on the ground.
"I think we can call it a day. Your improvement has been nothing short of astounding, Harry, especially for someone who cannot use the Force to sense the upcoming patterns and attacks. We still have a long way to go, but we are making good progress."
Anakin deactivated his lightsaber and extended a hand to help Harry up. "But you're on the right track. Just remember, it's not about the power of the weapon, but how you use it."
Harry accepted Anakin's hand, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction on his face. "Thanks, Anakin. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this."
Anakin grinned. "You'll get there, Harry. Now, let's get some rest. We've got a big day ahead."
The evening sun cast a warm glow through the window of Harry's newly decorated room at Privet Drive. Anakin lounged comfortably on the bed, observing Harry as he moved around the space. The room, once barren and devoid of personal touches, was now furnished with comfortable pieces of furniture and knick knacks which they had bought in their recent shopping spree.
Harry hummed to himself as he organised his newly acquired library, placing what seemed to be hundreds of books on the shelves. Anakin watched Harry's movements with a thoughtful expression. "You've got quite the collection now. Starting to feel more like home?"
Harry chuckled, folding the last of his new clothes, placing it inside his trunk. "Yeah, it's starting to. I never thought I'd see the day when Privet Drive felt like home."
Anakin propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on Harry. "You're adapting quickly to all these revelations."
Harry paused, meeting Anakin's eyes. "I guess I don't have much of a choice. It's my world, after all. And with Dumbledore's secrets, I need to be prepared."
Anakin nodded in understanding. "Just remember, Harry, you're not alone in this. We're in it together."
"Now, for the big task today. Are you ready to get your own droid, Harry? After all, nothing is as helpful as them"
Since his visit to Gringotts, Harry knew he could use magic freely without restriction or any of those useless Ministry regulations. He had shown bits and pieces of magic to Anakin over the past few weeks apart from the conflict at Diagon Alley, but for the first time today he was going to use magic properly outside of Hogwarts.
"Well, let's get out the pieces of the droid that we found dismantled on the ship" Anakin said, as he laid down the pieces of the rust coloured droid.
To be honest, the droid did not look like much, especially compared to C3PO and R2-D2 who were maintained religiously by Anakin. He had made this comment in front of C3PO and the ecstatic droid had started calling Harry as Master as well.
About two-thirds of the head was mostly round, with a broad, flat ridge flaring down from the top to the front, split towards the end by a fine grill that was packed full of rust, dirt and muck. Two small trapezoid holes on either side of the ridge gave the impression of being eyes. On one side there was a bent and half-melted spike of metal that looked a little like it could be the base of an antenna.
The rust-coloured surface was pitted and scored so much it was almost smooth, looking as though it had been through several long lifetimes of hard wear and tear. The underside of the object had a thin 'neck'. Twisted and torn, the whole thing appeared as though it had been ripped forcibly from something. It looked worthless, except for one thing.
'My magic, whenever I look at it, my magic starts to sing. Almost as if it wants me to have it.', Harry thought.
Anakin had found the disassembled body parts strewn across different places throughout the ship. He had done an expert job of connecting the body, and trying to fix what he could. But technology could only go so far, especially with the limited and outdated tools onboard. So they decided to try and use magic to fix the droid, using it as a tester to see if Harry's magic would interfere with the electronics inside.
Though Harry was scared that such a concentrated burst of magic could fry the whole droid, Anakin had assured him that would not be a problem. He had added a makeshift EMP shield over the droid. And he had also taken out the core of the droid as an added protection measure. The problem seemed to be only in the physical construct and its power generators, rather than the mainframe.
'Well, who am I to question Anakin's expertise?' Harry thought as he remembered the ease with which Anakin had taken to Earth's technology, modifying most of it with simple ease.
He held his breath, and started gathering his magic. He pointed his wand at the head of the droid, going through the motions of the repairing spell.
"REPARO!" he said with conviction.
Anakin had seen Harry perform magic, but it still surprised him. The versatility of what he could do with a few flicks of his wand still left him spellbound. Magic was really powerful, and he had to give it to Harry. When using magic, he seemed a completely different person, more confident and self-assured.
In an all-out fight between him and Harry, he might win due to his experience and the skills he had learnt as a fully trained Jedi, along with the fact that Harry was still considered an amateur wizard. 'But if this is what he can do when he is not fully trained, I cannot even imagine what he could do with proper training' Anakin thought.
Harry could be a powerful ally, but most importantly a true friend. With what he had seen in his vision, if Palpatine continued on the same path, he would need powerful allies. Padme was waiting for him, and he would not let her down this time.
The pulse of magic flooded the droid, causing it to vibrate gently. Cosmetically, the surface lost some of the deeper pockmarks, while beyond Harry's sight he could imagine the rusted components shaking off the detritus of time and jumping into place. One of the trapezoid depressions that appeared to form the eyes began accumulating various tiny metallic and ceramic pieces, all fitting together, like an extremely complicated miniature jigsaw.
The grill on the front of the head popped audibly as it straightened and thickened, dislodging dirt and grit. The magic travelled down the droid's body, reversing the decades of damage it had undergone. The outer surface smoothed out as the spike on the side of the skull straightened and took on more definition.
After a few seconds, the magic faded, leaving behind a seemingly brand new droid body in its wake. Despite the rust coloured paint, the droid looked as though it had just come out of a manufacturing facility.
"Well, that seems to have worked perfectly" Anakin commented, getting up from the bed, and examining the droid critically. "Now, for the final touches" he said, as he reinserted the cores he had been tinkering with back into the droid.
"If you would do the honour, Harry" Anakin asked, pointing to the droid
Harry, still on a high after using magic after such a long time, pointed his wand at the droid. "Fulmens!" He missed Anakin's shocked expression as bright blue arcs of lightning jumped from his wand, shocking, and restarting all of the droid's cores.
"Well, I meant flipping the switch, but I guess that works too", Anakin commented with a wry smile on his face.
Harry could only laugh sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his head.
As the droid powered on, two glowing red eyes lit up. "Query: Who are you meatbags and where is my Master!"
"Statement: Answer me before I rip the arms of the rusty protocol droid by your side and dismember you with them."
Anakin merely snorted, the idea that a droid would be able to harm him or even Harry laughable, especially such an old droid. "I am Anakin Skywalker and this is Harry Potter. We found you disassembled on the ship and fixed you up."
"Query: How did you change my programming because why do I recognise that child meatbag as my Master?"
"We changed nothing in your programming. All we did was repair your body." Harry spoke up, shocked at the droid referring to him. "Now, who are you?"
"Statement: I am HK-47, the premier most protocol droid in the galaxy. I am fluent in over 6000 forms of communications. How may I be of service?"
"Well you can start by not lying to us. No protocol droid would refer to anyone as a meatbag after all. I could assume that you are a combat droid, or even an assassination droid", Anakin deadpanned.
"Indeed Master Anakin, this pile of junk droid is a very uncouth one. I cannot fathom why you shall require him when I am more than enough to assist you."
"Placating statement: I did not know that you were such a clever meatbag. You have a very dedicated servant Master."
Harry angrily said, "Stop attempting to divert the conversation, what are your primary functions? Answer me, Anakin and I assembled you, we can disassemble you just as easily."
"Statement: You are a very harsh master, Master. I think I like you already. Explanation: My primary functions are assassination theory and execution of said theories, master" came the reply from the droid, who sounded almost happy when talking about assassination.
C3PO just goggled at him. "Master I must protest", he started, turning towards Harry, "this is extremely irregular. An assassin droid has no place in our humble society"
"Cool your circuits, C3PO. With what may be coming up, HK-47 may be of use just yet. After all these wizards have never seen anything like an assassination droid after all."
The droid continued, "Jubilation: Meatbags for me to kill?"
"Adulation: You really are great my Master. I am fully operational and ready to serve."
Harry exchanged a glance with Anakin, a mix of uncertainty and amusement in his eyes. "I guess I have my own trigger-happy killer droid now. Welcome aboard HK."
The droid responded with a mechanical nod. "Acknowledgement: Affirmative, Master. Statement: I look forward to serving you."
Harry was hunched over one of the new books he had purchased from Flourish and Blotts, engrossed in learning about the runic languages, and cursed Ron for influencing him to choose Divination over such an interesting subject.
Suddenly a lot of loud noises disturbed him and disrupted from his work, he looked out of the window , only to find a scene straight out of a fever dream. Anakin Skywalker, Jedi extraordinaire, was sprinting across the clearing, hair whipping in the wind, pursued by a bird the size of a swan, ablaze with fiery feathers. Meanwhile HK-47 had pulled out a blade from somewhere and was jumping about, trying to cut the bird.
Harry's jaw dropped, then split into a wide grin. "Anakin, my friend," he called out as he walked down from the ship, "is that your new training regimen? Running from phoenixes?"
"And Fawkes, why on God's green earth are you chasing Anakin?"
Anakin, mid-stride, nearly tripped over his own feet. He spun around, face flushed and soot streaking his cheek. "Harry! that infernal... thing has been trying to kill me ever since I stepped outside!"
Fawkes hovered overhead, his scarlet eyes locked on Anakin. With a shriek that would curdle milk, he swooped down, talons extended towards the Jedi's head.
However, instead of taking off his head, the phoenix landed gracefully on Harry's shoulder, feathers puffing in indignation. He cocked his head at Harry, trilling a beautiful tone.
"Ah, Fawkes," Harry greeted, stroking his brilliant plumage. "Good to see you again. Did Dumbledore send you with yet another cryptic message?"
The phoenix let out a trill that could only be interpreted as a grudging affirmative. He nudged Harry's hand with his beak, dropping a rolled parchment at his feet.
Harry picked it up, his smile fading as he recognized Dumbledore's loopy script. He excused himself from Fawkes, who gave Anakin a final scornful glare before disappearing into a ball of flames.
Dear Harry,
If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven P.M. to escort you to the Burrow, where you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays.
If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of your assistance in a matter to which I hope to attend on the way to the Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you.
Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hoping to see you this Friday,
I am, yours most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry, after reading the letter, slumped onto the couch with a sigh. "Dumbledore wants me at the Burrow this Friday. Apparently, there's something he needs my help with."
Anakin, sprawled in an armchair, raised an eyebrow. "Help with what?"
Harry shrugged, his reluctance evident. "He's not very forthcoming with details. Something about an 'urgent matter.'"
Anakin leaned forward, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Are you planning to go?"
Harry hesitated, the conflict visible in his eyes. "I don't want to, Anakin. I'm learning so much here, and I... I'm happy. Going back to the Weasleys means dealing with all the things I'd rather leave behind—Molly's fussing, Ron's jealousy, Ginny's... well, let's just say it's complicated."
Anakin nodded in understanding. "You should do what feels right for you, Harry. If you're happier here, maybe you should consider staying."
"But Dumbledore..." Harry sighed. "I can't just ignore his request. He's got this uncanny way of making you feel like you're obliged to follow his every command."
Anakin chuckled. "Sounds like every wise old man." his thoughts heading to Qui-Gon and Master Yoda. "Still, you don't owe him anything. Your loyalty should be to yourself and what makes you happy."
Harry looked pensive. "I know, Anakin. It's just hard, you know? Sometimes I feel like I have no control over my own life."
Anakin placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You always have a choice, Harry. Don't forget that. If you want to stay, stay. Dumbledore should surely understand."
Friday, 10:30pm:
The area around the Ebon Hawk hummed with life as lightsabers clashed in the makeshift training area. Anakin stood tall, instructing Harry on the nuances of form and precision, while the droids observed with various levels of interest.
"Harry, you need to focus on your footwork. Balance is key in lightsaber combat," Anakin emphasised.
Harry nodded, sweat dripping down his forehead as he adjusted his stance. The training had become an integral part of their routine, blending the magical with the technological, as Anakin imparted his Jedi knowledge to the eager wizard.
Amidst the hum of lightsabers and the clinking of droids, a soft beeping sound interrupted the training session. Anakin glanced at the clock and cursed under his breath.
"Kriff! We lost track of time! Dumbledore is due at Privet Drive in a few minutes!"
The realisation hit them, and they hurriedly powered down their lightsabers. Anakin shot a glance at the droids. "You guys clean up here. We need to get Harry back to Privet Drive."
Harry and Anakin dashed through the forest, running at full speeds back towards Privet Drive. What earlier used to take Harry a solid half an hour could now be covered in just under ten minutes after Anakin's intensive training. 'Oliver Wood might have liked him. The two are equally crazy about training!"
As they reached Privet Drive, the duo skidded to a halt in front of Number Four. Anakin straightened his robes, and Harry ran a hand through his dishevelled hair.
Taking a deep breath, they entered the house, where Dumbledore sat on the sofa, a serene smile on his face. The Dursleys, looking more uncomfortable than ever, were forced into polite conversation, cups of what looked like tea nudging their heads gently, spilling all over Petunia's prized carpets.
"Ah, Harry, my dear boy! I hope I didn't disturb your evening too much. However, I arrived a bit early and your relatives were kind enough to entertain me. And would you mind explaining who this strapping young man might be?" Dumbledore greeted, his twinkling blue eyes betraying the slightest hint of mischief.
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