Part of the "Spring Cleaning 2019" Event
The Spring Cleaning event is me going through my hard drive to look up old story ideas that have been sitting around for more than a year and reevaluating it. If said story was already started but not finished, the chapter will be completed and posted in its current state regardless of how my writing style has changed over the years and only grammatical mistakes will be fixed in the file. It will then be taken into consideration if a "2.0" version of the idea will emerge if an idea is interesting enough, but I didn't like where the original story idea was going. The header label of "Part of the "Spring Cleaning 2019" Event" will be included in these titles to which this applies. If it doesn't have this title, it is a new idea or a file that isn't as ancient as the rest of the files on file.
(Please see the endnotes, as some things changed on this idea)
Hello all, this is a rewrite of an original pilot I wrote a while back, and after some really deep thought, I decided to come back and rewrite it using a different backstory. Whether I'll release the original is yet to be seen, maybe I will, maybe I won't.
And of course, here are some triggers for you guys:
Twin!WBWL!Jedi!Harry – So let's go down these logically and in order. First Harry has a twin brother. Ok, fine. Next the WBWL (wrong Boy-Who-Lived) is primarily as his brother was the one physically marked; however, a specific scene makes his brother's status as the BWL questionable. And finally, Jedi, well I say so and he's going to become one goddamn it.
Unintentionally manipulative!Dumbledore – If you remember back to the final movie Dumbledore states the infamous line that we've probably heard from other sources as "hell is paved with good intentions." Now while I do write stories in which I've had Dumbledore as a completely EVIL bastard ("Didn't See That Coming" id: 11400695) manipulating the world into his own twisted vision or a controlling man who wishes the magical world to conform to his social mores ("The Wizard With a Rulebook" id: 11446375) by mostly any means, even if it means sacrificing the happiness of a boy who has lost so much; I have YET (until now) written a story where he manipulates those around him mostly unknowingly and mostly unintentionally. This will be something, that if I make this into a multi-chaptered story, will come up multiple times by many people.
Alive!James/Lily – The second scene explains this so there's no need to explain it beforehand. However, I will note that they do hold Dumbledore in high regard so while they may seem "malleable" they only intend the best for their children, even if one doesn't completely see it that way. You can bet your next week's pay (assuming you work) who that could be.
BWL!Twin – Many times in many fics I've seen on the site there have been multiple forms of Harry's twin being the BWL being basically a more disgusting Ron when it comes to table manners and being an all-around uppity jerk to pretty much everyone that he deems, well, unimportant to him; or we've seen a more well-rounded other half to Harry which sort of echoes him or completes what he lacks. So how will this work out? Well, I sort of want to do a fusion of the two to an extent when the twins reunite at a pretty fixed point I have planned.
Alternate!Potter-verse – Well based on the above four triggers this should be obvious. I mean in canon Harry didn't have a twin nor were his parents alive, however, a slightly manipulative Dumbles was canon.
Alternate!SW-verse? – Now this one is a bit more in the air. I don't know if Harry's living inside of the Star Wars universe, primarily the prequels and the Clone Wars, will cause any specific changes to canon. If it does, trust me you'll know it when you see it.
Eventual Harry/Ashoka pairing.
Disclaimer: I own only my copy of MS Word and my laptop.
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"Speaking."
'Thinking.'
"Vocalized spells."
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October 31, 1981 (36 BBY). Jedi Temple, Coruscant.
Grandmaster Yoda, no known family name, sat in his quarters meditating. His quarters were spartan except for a bed, a lightsaber maintenance workbench, texts taken from the Archives he was currently reading, and a few baubles given to him from over his very long lifespan of almost a thousand years. His quarters were larger than the ones assigned to apprentices or knights as it had a private anteroom where he could have private conversations with other Jedi regardless of rank that wished for his guidance on different matters.
Today was like any other day for him, the Council has just met and adjourned after some mutterings and rumors of an unknown Dark Jedi roaming the Outer Rim, to which someone would have to be sent to investigate. 'Perhaps Matter Vos and his apprentice a good choice would be?' Yoda thought. It was then there was a disturbance in the Force that seemed to ripple from Wild Space. In that instant he felt two things before one of them was quickly covered up: one was that there was a Dark presence somewhere around the Senate, which was currently in session; the second was the person in the center of the ripple. 'No, a youngling it was,' Yoda corrected himself. With the ripple that echoed through the Force, he could feel that the youngling was powerful, more powerful than any Force-sensitive should be at his age. He reached out into the Force seeking guidance, he found his answer not a moment later.
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Hours earlier. Family home of James and Lily Potter, Wales.
It was an average night for the Potter family, despite there was a hidden war going on between the Light and Dark magic users and they were hiding in a house hidden by the Fidelius charm. Tonight, was a night that Lily and her husband decided to do something different, after all, they had been pretty much under house arrest for almost a year while they hid with their twin boys Harry and James Jr., they decided to go out to a movie. James' parents had been kind enough to babysit the now sleeping twins while the long stressed, both mentally and martially, took a night off to get rid of said stress.
"I don't know why they insist on staying here instead of the family home," Fleamont commented to his wife, "all this cottage has is the Fidelius charm and a basic repulsion ward. At least the family home can be turned into a fortress if needed. I blame Albus."
"Why do you think that, dear?" his wife asked.
"Something has spooked the Idiot and his Death Munchers, not only that but Nick and Perenelle have noted some interesting inquiries Albus has asked them in the last few months pertaining to his 'Greatest Achievement'." He shook his head, "Not only that, but our son and his wife are a part of the Flaming Chicken club with Albus as their leader, they would do anything he said if it meant ending the Idiot's reign of terror."
"Is that why they refused the safety of the manor? It was Albus's doing?"
"I don't know, dear. We should ask them when they return, and if it is true I will be having some words with Albus in the morning."
It was then they felt something off. "What was-?"
"Dorea, get to the twins, protect them," Fleamont ordered.
"What is-?"
"GO!" he shouted. "I'll hold them off," he said as he brandished his wand and stood in a dueler's pose while facing the front door. His wife ran up the stairs into the twins' bedroom and closed the door as he threw up a shield just before the door exploded inward to reveal two black cloaked, silver skull masked men. Fleamont didn't give them a chance to attack as he silently and quickly cast two Reducto curses towards them; one of the two had his head blasted apart from his body while the other had a hole in his chest, but if that didn't kill him then the spike of an umbrella head did as he fell onto the umbrella stand with enough force to shove a metal spike into his head.
Fleamont prepared for the next Death Eater, which he felt long before he saw it, was revealed to be a cloaked man with his hood to with no mask. "That was most impressive, Lord Potter," the unknown man said with a slow clap aiding his condescending tone, "for a blood traitor that is."
While Fleamont's eyes weren't like they used to be, he could still see the noseless, pale skinned face of, "Voldemort, nice to see that you're not cowering behind your little supremacist group," Fleamont commented.
"Stand aside, old man. You need not die today, only your grandsons."
"Funny, you calling me old. I have an excellent memory and recall that the wand you hold belonging to a first year when I was a seventh year at Hogwarts: Thomas Riddle," Fleamont said with a rogue-like grin. Seeing the mask of confusion that swiftly shifted to rage, he continued. "Don't think that your little non de plume will stay a secret forever. What will your black sheep think when they discover the one they're fighting for is what they detest the most: the bastard son of a squib whore!"
Voldemort shouted in rage firing his signature Killing Curse. Fleamont acted quickly by throwing the sofa in front of him while simultaneously diving to the side, as not to be killed by the shards of debris that the soul ripping curse caused when hitting an inanimate object. The two fired curses, hexes, and charms that each deflected or dodged in a way that was not unlike a choreographed dance inside the modestly sized living room. As Fleamont was not part of Albus' Order he had no restrictions on what spells he could use against Voldemort and his followers, especially when they threatened his blood. The fight went on for seemingly forever, after all, Fleamont had to give his wife time to complete any defense preparations. The long duel ended when Voldemort flung a piece of yet to be destroyed furniture at Fleamont and cast a Cutting Curse at his hand while he was distracted, resulting in the loss of his casting hand and wand.
Voldemort slowly walked over to the downed man who was now cradling his severed limb. He pointed his wand at the elderly man before asking, "Any last words?"
"Even as I die today, you will fail, Imposter," Fleamont replied with indignation.
"Shame, you'd think that the Lord of a powerful house would have better last words. Avada Kadavra!" he chanted and watched in glee as the most competent duelist he had faced in years was no longer part of this world. The Dark Lord then turned his attention towards the stairs, where he could hear the muffled cries of two infants. He slowly made his way up the creaking stairs he reveled in what would be the crux of his immortality: the murder of something pure and innocent using that to seal a sliver of himself inside of another vessel allowing him to have seven whole Horcruxes, as seven was a number of completion and wholeness.
Voldemort stopped in front of what he assumed what was the door to a nursery, as it had 'cutsie' styled magic animated drawings on the door with the boys' names on it, and tried to simply open the door. Unsurprisingly it was locked. At first, he tried the spell all wizards and witches knew, the Alohomora charm; however, he discovered that whoever was on the other side had prepared for that. So he did was he knew would be best, he cast, "Bombarda!"
A few minutes earlier Dorea had finished placing the final portions of the ancient ritual that would allow the boys to live with the sacrifice of a willing person, that person would be herself and her husband as two protectees needed two sacrifices. As she finished placing the blood of her husband in the center she had taken hours ago on the longshot chance something like this would happen she felt the man she had spent a mass majority of her life together with simply vanish from the physical world. She gripped her heart in sorrow and rage as her husband was unable to stop that monster. All that was left was her and the boys, 'And that bastard will have to go through me before he gets to the boys.' She said whatever words to whatever gods may be for protection for the boys before she activated the ritual with the spilling of her own blood on the ritualistic circle. When her husband died it dully glowed, with hers though the boys would be safe for sure.
Feeling what seemed to be a premonition she threw up a barrier to protect herself not a moment too soon as the door exploded inward. The Dark Lord stood in the doorway with a manic grin. "Stand aside, woman. Your husband already paid the price for his impudence, you need not suffer the same fate. Simply stand aside and let me kill those two brats and I'll let you live," he said in a sickly sweet voice that was uncharacteristic.
Feeling the rage build inside her she launched a completely unexpected attack towards the Dark Lord. Instead of using a wand she gritted her teeth and threw an unnamed spell at him both without words and without her wand. Streaming out of her fingertips was blue lightning. "YOU WILL SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" she shouted. The initial blast caught him off guard, striking him center mass. The effect of this unknown spell was instantaneous as every nerve ending was like it was lit on fire, it was even more painful than the Cruciatus curse that Voldemort cast upon himself.
However, before Dorea could finish what she started, she stopped her attack looking extremely exhausted. Voldemort growled in anger and quickly shouted, "Avada Kadavra!" killing the woman before she could do anything more to him. As he blinked the spots out of his eyes, the circle briefly flashed once before settling as it was before, the sacrifice was complete. Electricity still coursing around his body from the woman's attack, Voldemort stood up and walked over to the two twins. One was bawling while the other looked at him defiantly. 'But which one to make the vessel more effective?' he thought. Looking over his options he turned his wand towards the crying twin. Once more he cast his curse, but this time the killer green curse stopped several microns away from the crying twin's forehead, the defiant one staring intently at it. Voldemort was going to cast his curse one more time, however, he had no time to defend against the curse flying back towards him, killing his mortal body instantly.
As the body disintegrated, leaving a pile of clothing behind, his wraith charged towards the crying twin in a desperate attempt to possess it, however the runic array derived from ancient Nords activated throwing him aside, only allowing a wisp of his wraith trail to connect with the boy's head, leaving a nasty, bleeding, line-shaped scar that the wraith part burrowed into.
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Minutes later.
James and Lily apparated to their home as fast as magically possible after they felt a specific keying in the wards, as few in number as they were, that would alert them when they fell. They had been in a movie in the neighboring town as Godric's Hollow didn't have a movie theater as it was a small hamlet-type town; it was by no means small, but it was one of those towns where everyone knew everybody. The couple had been watching Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark when the small coins charmed to vibrate robustly began to do so in a way eminent reminiscent of certain 'toys' popular with sixth and seventh-year female muggleborn students alerting them of the wards forcibly collapsing.
The two didn't waste any time as they ran out of the theater into the back alley and apparated away, only to end up on the utmost outskirts of the neighborhood that their home was hidden in.
"Anti-apparition wards," James commented with worry.
"It's HIM, hurry!" Lily cried as she sprinted towards their home, James just a few steps behind her. When they arrived, they saw that the front door was blasted inwards and two Death Eaters lay dead on the ground.
As they entered with wands drawn James saw his father dead on the floor, eyes still open but fearlessness forever on his face instead of fear and horror like many of Voldemort's other victims. James walked over and closed his father's eyes, allowing his father to have some dignity in death.
They then made their way into the boys' nursery and saw that the twins were fine, relatively speaking as Harry was standing, peering over the crib while James Jr. was crying with an unnatural head wound near his hairline. They also saw Dorea, James's mother also lying dead on the ground as well. Right in front of the crib was a set of robes that looked like someone had been taken by the Rapture while wearing them.
"Nana gone," Harry said to his parents sadly. James picked up Harry while Lily picked up James Jr. to comfort him and to attempt to heal the cut on his head, but to both parents' surprise the bleeding stopped but the wound did not heal as it should have.
It wasn't but a few minutes later when both Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black walked through the same destruction that the couple did ask but a few minutes earlier.
Sirius was the first to approach the couple and their children. "Prongs, Lily, what happened?" Sirius worriedly asked.
"We're not sure," James replied, shifting Harry's weight. "We left my parents to watch over the boys while Lily and I took the night off-."
Seeing as though Sirius was about to object to them running away from their responsibilities as parents, Lily stepped in, "Don't you try to shame us Sirius, were needed SOMETHING to distract us from the war and Voldemort," two of the people present, Dumbledore and the newly arrived Hagrid, flinched, "and his followers, even if it was for just the portion of the night."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I sympathize with their frustrations Mr. Black, every bit of leisure time we get from this fight is a luxury." He then turned to the couple, "However, we should not indulge ourselves to the point to which we forget our responsibilities." The headmaster's more critical tone shifted to a more inquisitive one, "So what did happen when you returned home?"
"All we do know is that Death Eaters managed to get past the Fidelius charm-," Lily started.
"Sirius, how could you betray your closest friends like this?" accused Dumbledore.
"Sirius wasn't the secret keeper, Wormtail was," James interrupted.
"What?" Dumbledore asked, flabbergasted that two of his most prized pupils straight up lied to him in his face for almost a year.
"We figured that Sirius would have been TOO obvious as we were inseparable best friends during Hogwarts, so we secretly passed the secret onto Wormtail who would be the real Secret Keeper and Sirius as a decoy in the case that Sirius was captured and tortured for the information," Lily elaborated, shifting the still whimpering James Jr.
"We trusted the wrong person, a mistake that Harry and James almost paid with their lives for," James commented solemnly, "the price that my parents paid."
"The only remnants of what Dorea did was a partial runic array. The only runes I were able to decipher were the Nordic runes for death, sacrifice and protect and powered by blood."
Dumbledore rubbed his chin in thought. "Interesting," he commented. "I do not know of any rituals, dark or light, that use a scheme like that off the top of my head; however, it does seem quite powerful. May I examine the boys?" The couple didn't have a second thought as they presented their twins to their former headmaster and the most predominant Light wizard in the European continent. The elderly wizard waved his wand and muttered a spell over Harry first. He hummed in thought. "Unfortunately, young Harry's magical core has been depleted. There is a spark of magic, but only enough to be considered a squib," Dumbledore stated sadly.
"No! They can't be true!" Lily cried. "Check again."
Dumbledore sighed and repeated the diagnostic spell he had just cast, though he already knew the result. "I truly am sorry; your son is a squib. May I examine young James?"
Lily nodded and handed James over. The first thing that Dumbledore noticed was the red, swollen deep cut that would later result in a prominent scar. 'And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,' the prophecy recited by Trelawney echoed in his mind. "He is the one," Dumbledore said in astonishment.
"The one, what?" Sirius asked.
"The one to stop Voldemort once and for all: The Chosen One, I present to you the Boy-Who-Lived!" His demeanor changed from elation to one of a more serious nature as he handed the child back to his mother. "We must begin to plan his ascension to combat Voldemort. While he was defeated this night, his followers will attempt to resurrect him."
"But Headmaster," Lily spoke up, "isn't the Dark Lord dead?"
"Allow me to ask you a question in return, do you see his body in this room?" he asked as he stepped towards the discarded black robes. Lily shook her head 'no'. "As you know the Killing Curse does not disintegrate the body, but removes the soul from the body forcibly, killing the body from the shock that a soul removal causes. So, therefore, it is safe to assume that Voldemort's body had been destroyed, but his soul has retreated until he can regain enough power and strength to make his return."
Sirius, James, Lily, and Hagrid's eyes widened in fear at the thought of Voldemort returning. "But that doesn't make any sense, how could that fiend return from the dead?" Sirius asked, thinking himself as his family did delve into darker subjects.
"From the use of an ancient Egyptian ritual of utilizing a soul container later perverted into a Horcrux: the creation of multiple soul containers to store his soul in fragments to make himself quasi-immortal by taking the lives of others to fuel his ritual," Dumbledore replied.
"Is that why he came here?" James asked in horror. "To kill my sons and use their lives as a sacrifice for this perverted magical ritual?"
Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "It is my belief now that he intended to take their lives as taking the life of a baby, the pinnacle of innocence would supercharge his ritual creating a Horcrux that would make him almost undefeatable as either of these children were destined to defeat him."
"Destined?" Sirius asked as this was the first time he heard of this.
Dumbledore sighed, afraid that this information was going outside of the families it concerned. "Approximately ten months ago, a month before James and Lily went into hiding, the new Divination professor proclaimed a new prophecy that stated, in short form, that the one who would defeat Voldemort once and for all would first of all be born to those who defied him thrice and born as the seventh month ended. It also mentioned that this Chosen One would be marked as his equal and would have a power that he didn't."
"Wait, wasn't Frank and Alice's boy born the day before the twins were?"
Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed he was as well, and he too, up until tonight, was a candidate equally as much as the twins were. They too went into hiding to protect their son."
"Even if Voldemort was defeated tonight, I wouldn't put it past his followers to go after Frank and Alice out of spite of their master," Sirius stated. "Especially Bellatrix, bloody sociopath."
"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed, stroking his beard. "Sirius, gather the rest of the Order and have them ready to depart for Longbottom manor." Sirius nodded and apparated away. Dumbledore then turned his attention to the couple once more. "The wizarding world is no longer safe for young Harry anymore."
"What do you mean by that?" Lily asked dangerously, ready to plant a fist in the elderly wizard's face.
"James, you know how most wizards as squibs?"
James took a moment to think, "Most wizards and witches do not mind them, however, the more ultra-conservative Purebloods in the Wizengamot, and society in general, view them as wastes of space."
"And the more radical ones?"
"They'd try to have him killed," James replied in horror, Lily's facial expression mirrored his.
"Indeed, for his safety, and especially since his brother defeated Voldemort, he'll be an even bigger target for retribution, he'll need to be hidden away."
"NO!" Lily cried. "There has to be another way!"
Dumbledore shook his head, "Unfortunately, there is no other way to keep your son safe other than sending him away, preferably family."
"But Headmaster, what if his magic comes back?" Lily asked, as her sister and her husband had an absolute disdain for magic and anything magic related.
"The Hogwarts official register will know by the time he is eleven whether or not he is capable of magic abilities."
The young parents looked at each other, seeing that there was logic in the old man's words. "Lily, it's the only way to keep him safe," James said to his wife.
"Just because it's the only way doesn't mean that I have to like it," she replied with tears in her eyes.
James turned back towards the headmaster. "We'll do it, anything to keep him safe."
"I'm glad you see things my way," Dumbledore replied, a twinkle in his eye that slightly upset little Harry.
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Two months later. Little Whinging, Surrey. Night.
Petunia Dursley nee Evans was not a happy woman by any means, well she was happy up until two months ago when her Freak sister handed off her son to them because he was no longer magic to them. This only proved to her just how petty those who lived in their 'magical' world where, if you weren't one of them then they threw you aside since 'you' were beneath them. Half of her felt sorry for her nephew, the other half felt no remorse as he was born into a magic family, something that she was incredibly jealous of her sister of having.
Her budding family was struggling enough with one extra mouth to feed with Vernon's machinist job at Grunnings. They would have to budget their money to the extent where they MIGHT be able to afford a luxury item once a year. She prayed to whatever gods that were that some sort of miracle would happen. A knock on the door then broke her out of her thoughts.
"Tunia, get the door," her husband shouted from the living room.
She walked over to the door and opened it to see two hooded people in robes standing relaxed outside her home, one of which was less than a meter tall.
"Greetings, talk with you we must," the small statured man stated.
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Minutes earlier.
Three Jedi, Master Yoda, Master Qui Gon Jinn, and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi arrived in a taxi in front of the house that the Force had drawn Yoda towards. The driver was no stranger to oddly dressed men, after all he had driven people going to conventions who cosplayed as favorite characters from beloved series, monks of the Catholic church and Church of England ministers, and visiting dignitaries from Middle Eastern countries so he didn't give them a scrutinizing glance.
"Wait for a few moments, will you?" the extremely short, odd talking man, Yoda, asked in Talravian, which seemed to be this country's primary language.
"The meter's running," the driver replied dismissively.
"I will remain here," Obi-Wan declared.
"Of course, my young apprentice, we wouldn't want our driver to think we won't pay him for his services," Qui Gon replied with a bit of a grin under his hood as he stepped out of the primitive rolling vehicle to join Yoda who was examining the exterior of the house in front of them. "Do you sense something, Master Yoda?" he asked the long-lived master in Galactic Basic.
"Hmm... sense I do one of the fabled Shatterpoints discovered by Master Windu, I have," he replied.
"Shatterpoint, master?" Qui Gon asked as they approached the door.
They stopped at the door as Yoda replied, "A point in the Force where made a decision could lead to a much different outcome. In one potential future, another Sith-like Dark entity see rising on this planet I do if the youngling is not taken and trained."
"And the alternative?"
"See flickers I do, but unclear the future is."
"So, we take the youngling to the Temple to be trained?"
Yoda nodded, though one could barely tell with the hood obscuring his nonverbal reply. "The best course of action for everyone this is." With that reply, Qui Gon knocked on the door politely. A man shouted inside in Talravian and a moment later a woman opened the door. "Greetings, talk with you we must," Yoda stated in Talravian.
"Whatever it is, can't it wait until tomorrow," the woman asked, ready to close the door.
"Unfortunately, madam, it cannot," Qui Gon answered. "There is a boy that we would like to retrieve from the premises."
"What do you want with my boy?" she accused. "What sick FREAKISH things do you want him for?!"
"Want your son we do not, but the other boy," Yoda replied.
"What do you want with that magic outcast?"
"Petunia, who is it and what do they want?" a man asked as he waddled to the door. It was then he saw the hooded men. "I told you FREAKS that we wanted NOTHING to do with you!"
"They want the boy," the woman answered her husband, breaking him out of his rage, "to take him away for some reason or another."
He looked at his wife, "They want the boy?" he parroted. His wife nodded. "Then they can have him," he waved dismissively. "I will have none of that FREAKISHNESS in my house." Seeing that his wife had yet to move, "Well woman, what are you waiting for?"
The woman quickly moved inside and returned a few moments later with a one-year-old and a bag filled with a few needs that the child would need. She looked to her husband for a moment who cocked his head, motioning it toward the unknown men. "Will you take care of him?" she asked in concern.
"Protected while he grows, he will be," Yoda replied.
The woman then handed the boy over to Qui Gon, satisfied with the answer. After all, the mother in her wished the child well. "What is his name?" Qui Gon asked after shifting the child in his arms.
"Hadrian Fleamont Potter," she replied to the Jedi master. She then turned to the boy, "Be good for them." And with that, the husband closed the door quite swiftly and abruptly that it unsettled the child.
Yoda reached out with the Force and soothed the child's mind. "Peace, young Harry. Begun has a greater future for you to experience."
And with that, the two Jedi masters returned to their cab who took them to the outskirts of a forest where their ship was hidden. They paid their driver in gold bars, which Republic Credits were based on, and left the planet less than an hour later under the cover of darkness. Several militaries around the world would later report a UFO appearing, albeit very briefly, on their radar systems to their country's respective leaders. One Harry Potter would not be seen on this planet again for fourteen years.
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Ten years later (26 BBY). Jedi Temple, Coruscant.
Hadrian Fleamont Potter, though he preferred Harry 'Monty' Potter, blocked the blade of a lightsaber that was aimed at his neck and parried it to the side, following it up with a counterstrike to which his opponent also blocked with their own blade, creating a saber lock.
"You're going down, dirt boy," a smug girl around the age of ten said in confidence. Said girl was of the togruta species and was holding her saber in a reverse grip.
Harry pressed against the sabers so they edged closer to the girl. "Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you, carrot girl," Harry replied with a grin.
The girl growled in frustration at the nickname. "I hate it when you call me that."
"The feeling's mutual." He then used the Force to enhance his strength, forcing the girl to leap away. Harry then reached out with the Force using a modified power, commonly associated with Sith and Dark Jedi, known as Force Grip on her ankle and pulled her towards him as he leaped towards her to end the duel.
Somehow the girl managed to reorient herself and they crashed midair and landed in a heap with the girl straddling his chest with her lightsaber at his throat. "I win," she declared.
"Have you now, young Ashoka?" Master Plo Kloon asked as he was the overseer of this day's training session.
She looked down to see Harry's lightsaber at her waist meter centimeters away from her skin that, if this was a real duel, would bisect her. "I guess I win after all," Harry stated.
Master Plo stepped towards the two as they stood up and bowed to each other, signifying that the sparring match was over. "You both fought well, however, neither of you won, can you tell me why?"
"I should have aimed higher towards the heart at the end," Harry spoke first.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"If this was a real fight with lightsabers at their full power instead of a training setting, if I had an opponent with a blade to my neck and mine where I did on Padawan Tano, even if I did manage to bisect them all they would have to do is shift their weight and I would be dead from beheading and my opponent had allies nearby they could be rescued and I would be dead. A saber aimed at the heart, however, would guarantee my opponent's death."
Master Plo placed his hand on his mask covered chin in thought. "An astute, yet slightly dark, analysis, Padawan Potter."
"There are those that wish for our deaths and there is no need to sugarcoat it," he explained.
"Indeed, there are." He then turned his attention to Ashoka, "And what did you learn, young Ashoka?"
"To not assume that I am victorious and to always be aware of my opponent," she replied. She paused for a moment before adding, "And to react to unexpected tricks used by opponents to gain the upper hand in a fight." When she said 'tricks' she made sure to give her sparring partner a very short glare.
"And how would you have done that?"
"By disarming them by either confiscating their weapon, destroying their weapon or restraining them."
"All of the methods you mentioned would have worked in this match, but do be wary as not all opponents will be subdued easily." Ashoka nodded and Master Plo turned his attention to the looking Padawans. "Remember, it is important to be completely aware of your surroundings, especially in battle with a foe. The Force is your ally, let it guide your actions." The Master then looked at the chrono on the wall. "That is all for today, meditate on what you have learned today." All of the Padawan learners stood up and bowed to the Jedi Master in respect before leaving the sparring theater. "Padawan Potter, a moment of your time please."
Ashoka was one of the last beings out of the theater and glanced at Harry, concerned that he might be in trouble. She left like the other Padawans did, but waited outside for her friend/rival. Once the room was empty except for Master Plo and Harry he asked, "You wanted to speak with me, Master?"
"Yes, I am concerned about your slightly..." he trailed, searching for the right word, "disturbing change in your personality as of late."
"I don't know, Master," Harry honestly replied. "Something just feels... wrong with the Force."
"Wrong, young one?"
Harry closed his eyes and allowed himself to touch the Force. "It seems muted, muddled like someone is intentionally making it hard to feel the Force."
"Does it now?" Plo replied, stroking his chin in thought.
"To me it's only felt like this once before, the week when Master Qui-Gon brought now Apprentice Skywalker to the Temple, when Chancellor Palpatine was elected, Master Qui-Gon was killed, and Master Dooku left the Order." He opened his eyes to look into the Jedi Master's. "I know we're not supposed to focus on prophecies, visions, or distant warnings in the Force, but the Force just seems... uneasy, worried about the future and in turn makes me feel uneasy."
"I see that Master Jinn taught you about his theory on the Living Force," Plo commented. "He was like a father to you, wasn't he?"
Harry thought back on the memories of the man he could have considered a father. "He was patient, kind, answered any questions I had, taught me how to disassemble my first droid," he chuckled on the last one. "If we were allowed to have families, he would have made an excellent father."
"Indeed, he would have," Plo lamented, "however, the Code is in place for a reason, young one; we are to have no attachments that can lead us to the Dark Side."
"Why is that?"
"Why is what?" Plo echoed in slight confusion.
"Why do attachments lead to the Dark Side?" Harry clarified.
Plo Kloon, Master and Council member of the Jedi Order, was gobsmacked at the Padawan's question, though no one could see it because of the mask on the Master's face. After all, this was one of the few tenants of the Jedi Code that was seldom questioned. Sure, many lines of the Code were debated for millennia, but no one since the era of Revan had someone asked this. "Because the worry that one may have for a loved one may lead them to do horrible things they may lead to their loved ones' deaths," Plo replied uncertainly.
"Really, Master? Because I was going through history texts in my spare time and learned that Revan, one of the greatest Jedi of his time, was turned after the Mandalorian War by the Sith Emperor Vitiate after he ventured into the Unknown Regions. He later married Bastilla Shan and had a son after his return to the Order and the destruction of the Star Forge at Rakatta Prime. From what I was able to find he did venture into the Unknown Regions again, and while he did fear for his newly formed family, he put his duty of a Jedi above them and survived three hundred years of torture at the hand of Vitiate before being freed by his descendant Satille," Harry stated from memory.
To say Plo was impressed would be an understatement. Most Padawans didn't try to use the Revan example. "Unfortunately, most Jedi aren't able to separate the two and end up falling to the Dark Side in attempting to complete their duties." He then looked at the young Padawan, "Are you saddened?"
Harry shook his head, "Sad, no. More disappointed I guess."
"It's understandable, young one. Meditate on what we talked about, let the Force guide you."
Harry nodded in acknowledgment. "And my uneasiness I feel in the Force?" Harry asked.
"I will bring it up at the next closed session Council meeting." Seeing Harry's uneasiness, he placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Do not worry, young one. Our discussion will remain between us on that other matter." If it weren't for the mask Harry would have seen the Jedi Master give him a gentle smile. "Now run along, I'm sure young Ashoka is waiting patiently for you."
Harry bowed respectfully before quickly leaving the Jedi Master alone to his own thoughts.
Outside Harry was being questioned by Ashoka. "So why did Master Plo need to talk to you, are you in trouble?" she asked with worry.
"We just had a little chat, that's all," he reassured his friend. Seeing the disbelief on her face and the look she was giving him he added, "Ok, fine! He was worried about how I replied in class so we had a chat and I told him about the unease I've been feeling in the Force."
"And what'd he say?" she asked as they walked towards the Archives.
"Just that he'd bring it up at the next Council meeting and maybe they'll look into it."
The duo went on their way and continued on with their day in their Jedi training.
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One year later (25 BBY). Jedi Temple, night.
Harry was not a stranger to odd dreams. One time he had a dream where he was chased by poultry that was neon green and on fire, that was still one that gave him too many questions and why he won't eat a very specific fruit before bed anymore. But this time was different. The feel of it wasn't even like visions that Jedi had described in the past. Visions had been described as vague glimpses of fragments of a future event with what it concerned being clearer than the surroundings or specific details. This wasn't a dream either since he had no control over the environment as he had been having lucid dreams for years now. This was something completely different, the content seemed clearer. More… present.
He looked around to see the interior of a stone structure, an old one if he was to guess. There weren't many stone structures still around in the galaxy that were part of the Republic outside of historical sites like the Palace on Alderaan, the grand ziggurat of the old slaver empire, or the innermost structure of the Jedi Temple that was built before Coruscant became a planetary city that was covered by the additions made by Jedi over the millennia. Briefly reaching out with the Force and it confirmed his suspicions, the structure was old, very old. It was then he heard something softly coming from one of the rooms connected to this hallway he found himself in.
He walked towards a wooden door that, like the rest of the structure, hummed in the Force. He reached out to open the door but instead passed through it as a spirit would. Shrugging it off, he continued the short distance to the end of the room that turned out to be refresher facilities. Female facilities as there was a lack of amenities usually found in male facilities.
'Now why in the name of the Force would I be brought here?' Harry asked himself. He then observed a human girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, washing her face in the facility's sink. She looked in the mirror trying to appraise her appearance and that was when Harry saw her more closely. She had curly brown hair that looked more unruly than his on a bad day, a button nose, slightly bucked teeth, and chocolate-brown eyes that were reddened as if she had been crying for a decent amount of time. She was wearing robes that looked like something that he would commonly see in the Temple, but in black with a gold and red trim. He reached forward and tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped around to see him, and she didn't look too happy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a Talravian dialect.
'Talravian?' he thought. "Actually, I was hoping you could tell me where I am," he replied.
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Earlier with Ms. Hermione Granger.
Hermione was not having a good day; in fact, she was having a rotten time at this institution of magic. All of her fellow first years saw her as a know-it-all who preached about the infallibility of information printed in books; after all every book in the muggle world was vetted by numerous scholars and editors before it was allowed to go into print, why should the magical world be any different, after all they do profess their superiority muggles?
Her first day at the prestigious school she was ridiculed by Draco Malfoy using the demeaning slang term 'mudblood' which was used for those who were of the first of their family line to obtain magic, otherwise commonly known as Muggle-borns. She convinced the Sorting Hat to place her in Gryffindor, the house that Headmaster Dumbledore had been placed in, instead of Ravenclaw where the Hat said she'd prosper. She had actually thought of going to the headmaster's office and asking if she could be re-sorted, after all she had no friends in her own dorm room. All her roommates Parvarti and Lavender did was gossip and talk about makeup and fashion, things she currently had no interest in and it was always when she was trying to study.
However today she reached her breaking point. During Charms class with Professor Flitwick she corrected Ron Weasley and James Potter on the pronunciation of the levitation charm, after all the diminutive professor stated that there was a similar spell that used very similar incantations and a lot more magic to perform that caused whatever the caster's wand was pointed at to expand like a cartoon before exploding in a gory mess; supposedly it was a spell used ages ago as an execution method only reserved for traitors during wartime between England and France.
While the Potter boy somewhat listened to her the Weasley boy didn't and continued with his flawed incantation to which nothing happened to the feather they were practicing on, the Potter boy in the other hand found success where his friend didn't. Hermione at the time thought that she had made a new friend through sharing her learned knowledge with another, but the Weasley boy, Ronald, had insulted her by calling her a friendless know-it-all that no one liked. She had run away, ducking and weaving in between other students, trying to find a place to hide her crying. She had found a bathroom that no one used that she hid in. She had spent a large chunk of her day, which involved skipping a class (the very thought would have made her sick if it wasn't for the fact she was crying), in that bathroom to herself thinking thoughts on the darker end of the spectrum ranging from just dropping out and having her magic and memories of her magic sealed away to taking a long walk off of the short railing of the owlery's owl exit; through all of the thinking she realized that she was missing the Halloween feast.
She gathered her things together and left her bag by the sink while she washed her face to remove the telltale signs of her crying. She stared at herself in the mirror, completely oblivious to any outside events when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around to see a boy, maybe around her age wearing robes that didn't look like they were from Hogwarts. His hair was a shaggy mess, but a controlled one, but the one thing that really made him to be not from around here? The fact that he was glowing a translucent blue tinted ghost figure that looked eerily like James Potter Jr.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a slightly hostile tone, primarily because he was in the girls' bathroom.
The boy paused for a moment before replying in accentless English, "Actually, I was hoping you could tell me where I am."
"You're just here to make fun of me," she harrumphed.
"No, I genuinely don't know where I am. Would you please tell me where I am?"
"You're in the girls' bathroom," she dryly replied.
He looked around without moving. "Well, I can see that, where?"
"At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh great, they better not be like the witches of Dathomir," he muttered just loud enough for Hermione to hear. "Which is?"
"In northern Scotland." Harry then moved his hand in a motion that said 'go on'. "Which is in Great Brittan," he gestured again, "which is in Europe," and once more he gestured, "which is on Earth."
"Fierfek," he cursed, or at least Hermione suspected it of being one because of the boy's tone. "So what's your story?" he asked in an attempt to break the tension.
"My story?"
"Everyone has a story behind them. Take me, for example; I'm a Jedi Padawan in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and I'm hoping in a few short years that one of the Masters will take me as an Apprentice."
"What's a Jedi?" she asked in curiosity.
He rubbed his chin in thought, "Well, I guess you could call us warrior-monks that take on the role of galactic peacekeepers when the need arises since we are supposed to be impartial."
"Galactic peacekeepers?" she asked. It was then her eyes widened in shock. "You're an alien! But you're human?" she exclaimed in confusion.
'Well, Earth still hasn't discovered any other races. I don't know if I should be happy for them or worried,' he thought. "Enough about me, why are you crying in a fresher?"
"Fresher?" she asked.
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Three years later (32 BBY). Jedi Temple, Coruscant.
Hadrian Fleamont Potter, though even at the young age of four preferred Harry Monty, sat patiently for his turn to spare against one of his fellow Padawan learners. Technically all younglings were Padawans regardless if they were apprenticed or not to a master until they passed the Trials and became Knights in the Jedi Order. Harry's first three years in the Temple were, for the most part, uneventful. He learned how to speak, read, and write in Galactic Basic along with the groundwork to learn other languages in the future. One of the things that impressed the caretakers was his natural Force affinity. It wasn't uncommon the first month he arrived for him to levitate an object towards, away, or above him. It also wasn't uncommon seeing him attempt to take apart droids to see how they worked, after all, they didn't have droids on Earth.
When they moved from the care of the caretakers in the youngling nursery, they were moved into clans; a small family if you would, of other Padawans to learn from and teach each other. These clans would take lessons together along with one or two other clans at the same time. Every clan had several older Padawans who would help their younger 'siblings' get used to dorm life and learning the Jedi arts. Harry was sorted into the Wampa clan. While he didn't have any friends while inside of the nursery, or at least ones he considered friends enough to remember their names, inside his clan he had several friends. Harry, in his short time inside the Wampa clan, had formed a rivalry with a torgruta girl in another clan when it came to swordsmanship. Said girl was in the current sparring session, and he was matched up with her.
The master in charge of their training, a middle-aged human male, stood in the center of the room. "Padawans Potter and Tano, please make your way into the sparring circle," he calmly ordered. Both of the children walked to the center of the circle and bowed respectfully to the master. A protocol droid stood next to the master holding a tray that has two of several different practice sabers with different designs that were common among the Jedi for the last millennia. There were simple, straight, two-handed hilts, the hilt of a double-bladed saber staff, and even a curved one that reminded Harry of Master Dooku's duelist saber. This was to encourage the Padawans to learn different styles and choose the one for them when they did eventually build their own lightsaber. Each lightsaber was the Order's way of their members having a bit of individuality while still remaining part of the Order. After all, they carried the blade until the day they died, or at least that's how it's supposed to be but sabers tend to get lost in missions from time to time.
"Choose your blade," the master ordered.
(It was roughly at this point I forgot what I wanted to do with this.)
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So, I got lost on this one.
Now, from what I recall, this one was started roughly about the time that I did that one Harry Potter/Star Wars: Rebels idea; according to the file's metadata, that was back in 2016. I came across this file again when doing some file "spring cleaning" and since it was this far along, I figured that I would post it in the repository. It's not a bad idea, but I have no idea where I really wanted to go with it. I don't recall whether it was supposed to be the pilot to the original pilot I put out or whether it was supposed to be a whole new thing. One thing that I do know for certain is that this was supposed to take place during the prequel era. What path I intended, I have no idea since, unlike my newer pilots, has no notes prefacing what I intended to do. This reason is why you'll see me reference an old file, but it's being released months if not years later. And this is why I'm stuck with this story; I don't know where to go or where I was going. And why this is getting posted so soon after the previous pilot idea.
Let me know what you guys think about the idea laid out. You know where to leave reviews. See you in whatever I do next. As for me? I got another idea I'm working on as well as attempting, once more, to get all of the event ships in a double event whammy in Azur Lane while attempting to spend $0 in this FTP game of which I have managed to do so.
