I've been going through more Star Wars fics again, as I do, and while reading a couple I came up with an idea (probably something someone has already come up with). What if Harry Potter was reincarnated into the body of Anakin Skywalker at birth/conception with his own death in his time/universe? This is a concept that has already been explored to a different extent with a story called "The Legacy of House Ordo" by Sage1988 (id: 13812655) wherein that story Harry is reincarnated into the legendary House Ordo of Mandalore as its eventual heir. It's a great story and I recommend checking it out. I consider it an excellent story doing its own thing while using the main universe as a framework to get what story they want to tell done. Frankly, I wish that my one story I made with a similar concept using Mandalorians was as good and I can't praise that story enough. But, let's get back to this idea first.

Fleshing out this idea, how do I want to proceed? I will be following the canon timeline of Harry Potter, that being his first year is in 1991. Because of this, he will have no knowledge of the prequel trilogy and the events of it. HOWEVER, due to the already existing trilogy will have some knowledge of the general events of those movies, including the big twist of Anakin Skywalker and who he is to Luke Skywalker. He knows of Obi-Wan Kenobi. He knows of Tattooine, Alderaan, Endor, Bespin and Hoth. He knows of the Clone Wars happening before the Empire's existence but literally nothing about them since the OT never went into it. I do intend to bring back an old trope of "Earth in Star Wars." Well, the planet will exist but none of the civilizations that we know. Death as an entity will always be in the back of Harry's mind when he needs someone to talk to, but it may not always answer. Primarily for our benefit as an exposition device when needed.

Now to cover the aspect that many will ask about: magic in Star Wars. What are my intentions? Harry will have access to some powers that make him unique just like Anakin with his ability of tutaminis, but other powers will be locked behind a focus. In other words, he won't be casting extreme levels of magic just from being reincarnated mainly because while he has the knowledge, he doesn't have the body to facilitate it nor the focus to amplify the power he needs to pull it off, so don't expect him to fire up a Fiendfyre or something akin to it. But with that let's get this party started.

Title: [undecided]

Rating: T+ - M depending on themes or descriptions to go into. A revision of the rating may be in order at a later date.

Pairing: Anakin/Padme, past Harry/[undecided]. This is a situation that I'm not quite sure how I want to handle. Harry as Anakin will fall in love with Padme, but I do not know if I want to have him set in a relationship pre-reincarnation or not.

Summary: Harry returned to the train station after his battle with Voldemort where he was offered a choice: pass on to the afterlife, or pass on to another and attempt to help people there. What he wasn't told is that he'd be reincarnated from birth and have to grow up once again; or that he'd be born a slave. There's always a catch…

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Star Wars to Disney. I only own this specific iteration of this idea. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"Avada Kadavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Two streams of magic impacted each other and each pushed against the other in an ebb and flow of high-powered magic. While the two struggled to gain footing over each other, Neville struck down Voldemort's pet snake, and horcrux vessel, Nagini with the Sword of Gryffindor. The magic in between the two of them exploded outward in a fantastical display. Voldemort looked at his hands and saw that he was slowly disintegrating as his last anchor to this world was killed off. Strangely enough, for him, it wasn't painful at all. But he had just enough of a moment to think about his life before he literally turned to dust and was blown to the four corners of the Earth.

As for one Harry Potter, he stood firm for a few moments seeing the man that made his life miserable hell for all seventeen years of his life disintegrate to dust, happy that finally that the toils he had been forced to endure finally had an ending. Before he could think too deeply about it, he collapsed and his vision turned white. When it faded he was back in the train station. It was then he realized that he had once again perished in the living world.

"Back so soon?" a familiar voice called to him. He turned around to see Dumbledore once again.

"I suppose so," Harry said.

"And you defeated Voldemort?"

He nodded as he sat down next to his recently deceased mentor once again. "He disintegrated. The theory was true, once his last soul anchor was destroyed, he faded from existence."

Dumbledore nodded with a hum. "Neville?" Harry nodded. "Ah, so the prophecy sort of worked itself out between the two of you. After all, it could have gone either way."

"Either way?"

"Yes. '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'," Dumbledore started to explain. You see, both you and Neville had parents that already fulfilled that part. Then, 'and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.' You both lost your parents to the actions of his followers that night and while you were marked physically, Neville was marked psychologically. Truly a sad thing, really."

"Then it is done?"

"It is done," Dumbledore agreed.

There was dead silence as the two sat on the bench, a train sat in front of them. "What now?" Harry finally said, breaking the extremely uncomfortable silence.

"Now, you have a choice."

"A choice?" Harry asked with a piqued eyebrow.

"This is the realm between realms," Dumbledore started to explain as he waved his hands around to 'show' the expansive area. "I am only here to act as a guide before I too must move on. This realm has been known by many names: Purgatory, the Asphodel Meadows, and so on. What they all got right is that it is a place of transition, of choosing whether to go on to whatever afterlife their religion solidified as a mental meme, or in the case of unique individuals go on to another great adventure."

"Unique individuals?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Indeed. None in our world could be quite as unique as you, young Harry. Your first death had to happen, but your second was not foreseen. Tell me, do you have any regrets?"

Harry had to think for a few moments. "A few."

"Career? Life after Voldemort? Love?"

"Something like that."

"You wouldn't be the only one. I have had many regrets. Most of the recent ones before my own passing revolved around you. And so, as a final act, I have interceded for you, and the powers that be have allowed me to offer you a choice."

"Choice?"

Dumbledore nodded. "In return for a favor, you may pass on to a new life with a new purpose with all your memories intact to perform a goal set by these powers that be."

"Who are these powers you speak of?"

"They have gone by many names in our world and innumerable ones across the many universes that life inhabits. For some, it is YHWH, God, Zeus, Saturn, and so on."

"And this task they wish for me to perform?"

"You must bring balance to the Force."

"The force?"

"Capital 'f,' my boy. It's akin to our own magics but instead from within it comes from without and chosen pupils are able to channel it."

"And what of this 'balance' they wish?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Unfortunately, they did not tell me to clarify this for you. It will be up to you to figure that out."

"I see."

"If you choose this. You will embark on a new life filled with new friends, new foes, and new potentials of love. Will you take it?"

Harry contemplated this decision, but he did need to ask, "And what if I decide to decline this task?"

"You will pass on to the afterlife and be in the same metaphysical realm your parents are and where I will go to after you choose. For some, it is the end they choose afterlife."

"And if I choose this task, will I still be able to see my parents again when I die again?"

"Should you choose it."

Harry was silent again while he contemplated this further. He lived a short life. Seventeen years of hardship under the feet of the Dursleys – even with Dudley apologizing and them being on familial terms before the end – under the threat of death for the last seven years from Voldemort and his henchmen, loving four women in short-lived, childhood crushes – one of which being his best friend of a bookworm – and what felt like short-lived friendships.

He recalled his discussion with the Sorting Hat. The hat had fought between Harry's ambition and cunning and his bravery and comradery. He was both Slytherin and Gryffindor. Not because a sliver of Voldemort was stuck in his skull for seventeen years, but because of his own personality. One could not be ambitious and cunning without being brave in the first place. It was another form of bravery, but bravery nonetheless. He looked to the train in front of him, the train that'd take him wherever he chose and spoke up.

"I'll do it."

The two stood up and faced each other. "Your train awaits," Dumbledore said as the whistle on it went off, signaling it was ready to leave when he was.

"Please do one thing for me?"

"Anything, my boy."

"Tell my parents I love them."

"I will. I know them quite well and they're proud to have a son such as you."

Without warning, Harry hugged the man who was like a grandfather to him. "I'll miss you, Headmaster."

Dumbledore hugged the boy that was like a grandson to him. "I will too, Harry. Again, for what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to face such hardships."

"I know."

"Just remember," Dumbledore said as they parted, "the path to hell is paved with good intentions, yes?" Harry nodded. "Good. Now, off you go."

Harry walked into the train and took a seat in the familiar-looking compartment that he associated with a feeling of 'coming home.' He looked out to Dumbledore one last time who waved to him and he waved back. His vision was filled with a bright light, and he knew no more.

Dumbledore watched as Harry's train vanished from the station and another one took its place, one for him. He knew that his time had come but before he did, he felt the presence of a much more powerful being. "I have fulfilled your request," Dumbledore reported to the being without looking at it.

"Indeed, you have," the ethereal voice replied.

"Is it really necessary to this young man through another life potentially filled with strife?"

"The boy is a Shatterpoint in the Force in your world. His actions have had lasting repercussions there in the same way he'll have lasting repercussions in he one he's heading to."

"I warn you of this now, he is not a pawn or plaything for you in higher realities. He hates being such a thing and I regret that I even did things and made moves that treated him as such," Dumbledore warned the entity.

"I know. I am well aware of Mister Potter's mentality towards manipulation which will help him immeasurably in his next life. If you thought you were manipulative, you have nothing on the man he will be opposing."

"Let us pray for the sake of the realm you're sending him to, that you're correct."

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In a secret location…

Two black-hooded figures froze in place at the completion of their experiment. "Did you feel it, my apprentice?" a man with a deep voice asked.

The younger of the two, despite his age being middle-aged, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I felt it, my master."

"A new, powerful vergence in the Force has made itself known."

"Shall we destroy it?"

"If we do, another will take its place. For now, we observe the Force and plan accordingly."

"Yes, my master."

"Patience, Lord Sidious. Our revenge is at hand and all of our machinations are starting to move."

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It was hell. Life was hell. Well, more-so boredom, but hell nonetheless. When Harry awoke from the flash of light, he found himself in never-ending darkness that seemed to last forever. It felt like forever until he was able to move his limbs, and when he did, he found himself moving in what felt like syrup. He heard muffled voices, that of a woman's what felt like forever after. There were thoughts that immediately filled his mind.

'No, that couldn't be, right?'

In this syrupy, darkness where everything felt slow, he had time to think. Too much time to think to the point where he thought he was going to go mad. Dumbledore had mentioned that the 'powers that be' were offering him a new life. He was in a small, dark space – something he already didn't like by default – and said space felt slow. His horror was confirmed he heard a woman's voice much more clearly some indeterminate time later.

"Mommy's looking forward to meeting you, Anakin," she said.

'Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,' he thought. Everything fell into place. 'A new life,' this warm place he was in. He was actively reborn into another body and would have to live through childhood again. This theory would be 100% confirmed when he was birthed another indeterminate time later.

It was an experience that he didn't want to recall.

Harry, now Anakin's formative years were… not great. Definitely better than the Dursleys, but not great. How so? He was a slave. His first memory actively outside the womb was of something pricked somewhere, the pain on extremely sensitive skin sort of made him lose track where it would be later told to him around the age of five that it was a tracker and he'd be killed if he ran away. At least this time around he had a mother that cared for him. That was nice.

It turns out while he hated slavery – just on an institutional level considering both the United States, Britain, and the Western world had spent millions if not more of their GDP (when adjusted for inflation) to eradicate it post American Civil War; thanks Thomas Sowell – their owner, Watto, was actually pretty nice. Well, 'nice' was an operative term. Watto was a compulsive gambler and liked to gamble on an extreme racing sport called 'podracing.' Which to Harry was like NASCAR or rally racing, more so the latter, but at breakneck speeds that few could compete in, especially humans. Whenever Watto would lose he'd take it out on him and his mother. Luckily it was verbal and not physical as if he hurt Anakin then he couldn't work which would lose him money.

Speaking of work, Anakin worked in Watto's scrapyard after a stint of originally working for a Hutt named Gardulla which was a time that he'd rather forget. Well, it was more like a parts yard. He bought parts off of the Jawas and resold them to anyone who walked in. Occasionally there'd be someone who would sell a whole ship, but that'd be rare. Where Anakin really shined, was in the field of mechanics which he learned real early on with some broken datapads he had fixed with little issue. Watto tested him further and had him fix an entire podracer engine that one of his current betting pools was popular with was using and it worked better than when it was originally manufactured. This secured him a very 'prestigious' spot in Watto's shop and got him reading mechanical repair literature. It was very dry reading.

It wasn't a great life, but it was at least livable outside of the fact that Anakin couldn't do anything outside of the city limits without Watto's permission else he literally explodes in a bloody mist. He made friends with Kitster, a human boy the same age as him. They had similar hobbies in flying, which was a definite carry-over from Anakin's previous life, and starships. They both spent plenty of sleepovers at each other's quarters imagining buying their freedom and soaring between star systems. The two of them made friends with a Rodian named Wald who moved to Mos Espa and was sort of worse off than the two of them. He and his family were freemen but were low-income and had to commit to thievery to survive. He would share his ill-gotten gains with Anakin and Kitster. Anakin, with his past life of not having the greatest experience with the upper crust, helped him on several occasions hitting some richer targets. They were smart, always small enough to be overlooked as 'lost between the seat cushions,' but that amount was more than plenty to give them all an extra portion for dinner.

The three of them also had a few other friends that liked to hand around them by the names of Amee, Melee, and Seek. Anakin could tell, with the brain of an older man inside of him, that Amee had a bit of a crush on him as did Melee, but they showed it in different ways. If the memories of Harry were correct, there was a still unnamed stereotype in Japanese media of a love interest archetype where she's being harsh and mean but it was to cover for the confusing feelings that attraction made one feel. Considering the older memories in his head, he was unsure of how to feel about this. The entity that Dumbledore had spoken of made it seem like this was a grand adventure. If it fell through though, neither girl was awful to look at and if something happened, it happened; if not, then whatever.

The speaking of grand adventures seemed to kick in when Watto had found Anakin's reaction time extremely uncanny. After all, in times of danger, he could sometimes see things before they would happen. Precognition, if you would. To test this, Watto got a fighter sim from some long-forgotten era and watched him 'play' it, it confirmed what he needed. Two days later, he was racing pods to fuel Watto's gambling addiction. Anakin did like it; it was exciting and was a break from his life as a slave for a few hours. Though that sort of came to a halt a few weeks ago when Watto had him race against the reigning champion Sebulba, a member of the dug species and known skeezball. The cheat had known for some time that in raw talent that Anakin was better than him. In order to ensure his win, he flashed his exhaust vents when Anakin had been trying to pass him. Luckily, he ended up fine but the pod he raced was trashed for the most part despite saving a fair chunk of the more expensive parts.

With the money he had been secretly keeping from Watto, he purchased some extremely run-down pod engines and repaired them piece by piece. He had two options in front of him once it was done: he could either sell it to Watto for his freedom and repeat the same process for his mother, or race for his freedom which was much riskier but would play into Watto's fatal flaw of gambling. But there was one catch: he was still missing some parts for it to become the best racer ever. Sleek and quick, not able to take many hits but to outmaneuver opponents. His friends had helped where they could. A few spare parts here or there they could find, a power converter or two for testing, and more benign things like suggesting the paint scheme. But there was something in the air, something that told him that things were about to change. The only question in his mind is whether it was a good change or a bad one.

The days on Tatooine were different and named differently. With 34-hour days and 304-day years, they split it up much differently than a Julian calendar. But it felt like a Monday, so Anakin was going to call it Monday.

Monday morning, he woke up and walked through the mean, dusty streets to Watto's shop. It was uneventful if you exclude seeing some gangster getting his brains blown out by another gang member behind an alley. If there was another upside to this job, it was hearing various languages and learning them. He may not be able to speak them well, but he'd be able to at least understand them. Two examples were Shriiwook and Rodian. Could understand them, but couldn't speak them due to biological incompatibilities of both species, much like droid binary as well. It was around midday when he found himself in the back repairing a starfighter engine's fan switches.

"Boy, get in here!" Watto called out from the front's 'showroom.' Anakin dropped off of the platform he'd been using and ran into the shop. "What took you so long?"

"I was cleaning the fan switches," Anakin replied truthfully. It's not like he was doing anything else. He took this opportunity to observe the newcomers. Two men and a girl maybe a few years older than he was. The man was wearing a cloth poncho and the girl a pretty basic tunic setup – shirt, vest, and pants – the only true 'fish out of water' was the aquatic male who came in with them. Quarren, despite being part of an aquatic ecosystem knew how to survive on Tatooine, this man was different. Exposed skin and it looked like this had been his first time from under a rock.

"Watch the store, I've got some selling to do," he ordered and Anakin took his place sitting on the counter. "So, let me take you out back, hmm?" he said to the potential customer, "You'll find what you need."

The man walked over to the 'fish' and ordered, "Don't touch anything." The fish then stuck out his tongue in defiance before he walked to a different part of the shop to look at the droids while his companion and other astromech droid went out back.

Anakin had been around girls for a long time, maybe not as much as around his small friend circle, but he had been around them. He would consider Amee and even Melee cute in their own way, but they had nothing on this girl. He didn't know if it was because she was exotic in comparison to the Tatooine natives or just slaves in general or if it was just something about her that made her stand out.

In his previous life, he had no true exposure to women in the romantic sense outside of some isolated incidents where they came on to him. Ginny and Cho were examples of that. There was even Gabrielle though she was a bit of an outlier due to him saving her, her being younger than he was at the time, and her having a bit of a 'knight in shining armor' complex because of it. Hermione was like a sister to him despite them trying to flirt with the idea of becoming more before anything happened to either of them but that went nowhere; again, it was like kissing his sister. There were a few members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team that sort of hit on him, but he didn't know if it was genuine or them pulling his leg to mess with him as he was their underclassman. But this girl, she was something else. There was just something about her that pulled him towards her. In his magic, he could feel that as well.

He opened his mouth to speak…

To be continued…?

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Well, that's all I have for this idea for now. It's an interesting one and I'd love to come back to it in order to really expand on it. The biggest challenge right out of the gate is that I have to divert heavily from the source material (of the movies) as we have a teen in a child's body to start. Again, though if revisited I could divert heavily to begin with. The only question is how heavily I want to divert. Do I want to leave the first set of interactions relatively the same and diverge further, or divert earlier? This is the main reason I cut off when I did. My thought behind him staying pretty canon to the original Anakin in Legends initially are a few. The first is I still hadn't decided how prevalent at this stage in his life magic would be accessible. Having it too early or too powerful at the beginning sort of defeats the purpose of part of the journey. It feels more rewarding for all of us, me as a writer and you as readers, when he earns it. It may not even be until after the events of Naboo does Anakin rediscover magic during some kind of "vision quest" on an adventure with Obi-Wan.

As for where I'll stop this idea if actually started. In other words, when will I consider it complete? Well, definitely after the Clone Wars. The only question at this moment in time is whether Palpatine will rule and then some kind of sequel takes place to overthrow him, or Anakin succeeds in killing Palpatine or becomes Emperor himself and benevolently rules is yet to be seen, and something that I have yet to decide on. Becoming Emperor does seem like a point of finality, though. The more I think about it aloud the more appealing that sounds.

Now, on to the real-life stuff. Not much has happened since the last chapter. The only thing that's coming up is that next weekend I'll be going down to visit my youngest sibling for their high school graduation and we're planning a range day. It should be fun. Ammo has become ungodly expensive and I cry every time I need to restock. Some footage of that day may appear on my Odysee page once edited into the current content I'm working on. Once again, I'm going to shill it. One more month until I move and trust me, I'm really looking forward to it. My current living situation isn't the greatest considering who I have to live with. The main thing I'm going to miss about my current place is the Irish pub nearby and the taco truck I walk to for lunch occasionally.

As for other FFN-related things, I've got a couple of new ideas involving the "Flowerpot" pairing and hope to have those out sooner rather than later mainly because I have to concoct them. The first of which is a Mass Effect crossover concept involving a long-lived Harry and Fleur (maybe Gabrielle too?) living in a changing world with the advent of eezo technology. Another is a separate Star Wars idea involving the trope of "Earth in Star Wars" but I've yet to come up with a concept itself for it. Once I got something to work with, I'll be able to write up a pilot chapter. But that's all concept-wise I got as a preview for you.

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