AN: To those saying Tonk's fixation on Harry now doesn't match up with her actions before it does to some degree. We know Tonks will fixate hard on things and spiral. She fixated on Remus, decided he was the only one for her even when he kept rebuffing her advances and was over a decade older than her (old enough to have met her when she was a baby given Sirius and Andromeda were cousins and would have gotten along due to being the Black house's 'White Sheep'). And when she couldn't get a date from the sad older werewolf, she became literally depressed. In point of fact, we see most of the Black family people seem to fixate or obsess with things or people. With the confirmation that Voldemort was back, that Harry was secretly the Boy-Who-Lived, it was the trigger for the fixation here which has grown worse now that she has a way to bring him back to her.

Shadow of the Force

Chapter 32

-Harry-

Standing on the ramparts, Harry watched as the ship containing Luke, Merris, Dobby, and Grievous took off along with their crew. Their forces had been performing more and more raids over the past few months and had recently learned of an important information center for the Empire. The group being sent was being tasked with collecting whatever relevant information was stored in that facility.

"Concerned for them, you are." Yoda commented beside him, the small green Jedi Master having become livelier in the months of proper medical care and food.

"Obvious, this is." Harry rolled his eyes, "Figured it out yourself, did you?"

"Weak, your jokes are." Yoda huffed "Heard better from younglings, I have." As he spoke, the diminutive force master hopped up onto the ramparts, "Circle you, negative thoughts do. Wrath you use, grief you feel, yet fight for the light you continue to."

"Is there a question in there?" he glanced out of the corner of his eye.

"Observed you and yours these past months, I have." Yoda admitted, "To understand you, I wished to. Time and time again, Jedi fell to the dark. Fear they felt. Fear led into anger, anger into hate into suffering, and suffering to the Dark, to corruption."

"It's because they didn't know how to handle it." Harry decided to be blunt, "You took kids from their families as infants, raised them in an environment where connections and emotions were discouraged. They were meant to avoid becoming attached or experiencing any sort of negative emotion lest they risk 'falling'. But that kind of repression just bottles things up and won't prepare them for." He paused as he considered, "Mind if I give you an example of what I'm talking about?"

"Hmm, curious, I admit I am." Yoda shrugged, "Hear this example, I will."

"Well, less an example and more a 'thought experiment'." Harry admitted "Let's say there's a person. They're an only child and raised by their parents who spoil them. They give the kid whatever they want, when they want it. They give the kid all the best gifts, and lots of them. The kid gets to eat whatever they want when they want, get to play with whatever they want, and never knows any sort of struggle or hardship. But, when they grow up and aren't a child to be spoiled by their parents anymore, they find the rest of the world won't treat them that way. That other people won't just let them get whatever they want. They won't be able to handle it, they'll throw a tantrum and have a breakdown over it."

"But spoil our younglings, we did not." Yoda shook his head "And far from a tantrum, falling to the Dark Side is."

"I know, but it's the same concept." Harry pushed, "The parents never let their kid get exposed to being told 'no' growing up. Yeah, if they told a little kid no, then the kid would probably get upset, might even throw a little tantrum. But the parents can address it early, let the kid get used to not always getting what they want, or having to work for what they want. You kept those in your order away from 'negative emotions'. They didn't have any safe or 'healthy' exposure to anger, grief, sadness, and such. Telling someone mourning to 'not care' like I heard one of your council told Skywalker when he thought Obi-Wan was dead, a council who happily gave an example about not mourning his wives and daughters he'd been allowed to take when they were murdered…that's not healthy. Granted, a tantrum from a kid with the force would be at least somewhat more dramatic, but it would still be manageable. Especially with other trained force users on hand." Yoda was thankfully listening to him intently, "Let them feel anger and be helped gently about how to channel that properly, to not let it consume them. Let them know that to grieve and mourn is natural and human, but not to let it break them."

"Almost like a vaccine, do you treat this." Yoda frowned in contemplation.

"I mean, it's not the best example but you're not far off." Harry shrugged, "People are hardy. We grow stronger, we adapt and learn from our experiences. If we're kept from being able to have those experiences, then getting thrown into a situation over our heads can break us. We have to grow stronger bit by bit as we grow. It's a road that never really ends, but we have to be allowed to walk it from the start."

"…Much to think on, you have given me." Yoda sighed, hopping off the rampart, "To drink and think with Obi-Wan and Kota, I believe I will." Yoda started walking off before pausing, sending a glance over his shoulder "No matter what, believe you are a good person, I do."

-Marcus-

Sitting beside Neville, Marcus grinned as the lights began to dim around them. The Great Hall was packed with the addition of guests from the other two schools and now it was time to learn who was chosen to be Champions. The tension in the air grew, the goblet's blue bell glow fading into a dark crimson as the lights dimmed around the room, the goblet itself soon being the only source of illumination. The flames from the goblet surged without warning, a mote of crimson rising high as the flames filling the cup turned back to blue. From the risen mote, a scrap of smoking paper fluttered down, Dumbledore snagging the item from the air.

"The Champion from Durmstrang is…Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore's voice filled the hall, the Durmstrang contingent, along with most of the extreme quidditch fans, cheered loudly. Marcus himself clapped politely as the Bulgarian walked up, shaking hands with each school head, before moving to the side chamber.

As Krum left the hall, the Goblet's flames condensed, turning red once again as it made its next decision. The pressure grew, and grew, until the goblet again sent a ball of flame skyward, a delicate piece of paper being evicted as Dumbledore snagged this one as well.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is…Fleur Delacour." Marcus clapped again but noticed that most of the French Champion's classmates looked like they'd swallowed a lemon, whether they were clapping or not. Apparently, she wasn't all that popular, although whether that was from her own attitude or just people not liking her clearly part Veela heritage he wasn't sure.

He was lost in thought about it and didn't snap out till he heard the screeching sound of the third champion's name being ejected from the ancient relic "The Hogwarts Champion is…Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore declared as the Badger house shot to their feet, cheering loud enough to shake dust from the roof. Marcus clapped for him too, ignoring the bitter people too invested in the stupid school rivalry to cheer for Cedric getting picked. Meeting Susan's eyes, he gave an exaggerated eye roll at her teasing smug expression, Neville snickering beside him. He was just considering what the tasks might be when red out of the corner of his eye drew his attention.

The cup was glowing again.

"No. No. No. No." Marcus prayed wide eyed, Neville and Susan's expressions just as worried as his own. They were aware of his history and luck at this School.

"…Marcus Potter."

-Barty Crouch Jr.-

Sneering in satisfaction, Barty put away the newspaper. The front-page article was on the 'shocking' reveal of the Tri-wizard tournament having four champions.

"Well Barty? Was it successful?" his master's hissing rasp drew his attention to the homunculus form his master was forced to use until the ritual could be complete.

"Yes, my lord." He nodded, bowing his head to his master as he knelt before them, "The remaining Potter boy was chosen after I snuck into the castle to confound the goblet." He still seethed at the knowledge that none of the other Death Eaters that had managed to escape had been willing to come search for their lord. Some that he knew would have, such as Bellatrix, were in the more secure wing and hadn't been able to be broken out. Others were more focused on revenge, thinking that killing one Potter would solve anything. Then there were others like Wormtail, too afraid to find their master and be seen as a failure for not finding him before, and too afraid to go against the wills of the others.

He'd left the swine, knowing they'd provide a decent enough distraction, and set out to find his master. Through determination, a year's searching, and a small bit of luck, he located his master in a dark Albanian forest.

"Gooooood." Voldemort let out a dark chuckle, "The Potter bloodline. I'm not sure what about it allowed one to defeat me, but I wish to see if his brother's blood possesses the strength to maximize my resurrection. But for now, we must wait, and watch. You know what parts you must play Barty."

"I live to serve, my lord."

-Leia-

Steeling her courage, Leia approached the door to Harry and Oola's room. Knocking, she waited in her closed robe, feeling more and more nervous by the second as the door slid open to show a confused Harry.

"Leia?" he blinked, his robe clearly having been thrown on hastily, "Is something wrong?"

"No, no!" she denied, frantically shaking her head, "I…um…that is." She cursed her tied tongue. She'd given speeches before planets, led diplomatic meetings with lives riding on the line, and gave rallying war declarations to lead men and women into battle…yet here she was getting nervous because of her attempt at having a love life.

"I think I know what this is about." Oola approached Harry from behind, her green arms wrapping around her husband's chest, "Is this about what we talked about after leaving Orlais? Have you come to a decision?"

Taking a deep breath to muster her courage, Leia looked Harry and Oola in the eyes, one set gentle and seemingly already knowing her answer, the other just confused "Yes." She nodded, her decision clear.

"Then come in Leia." Oola smiled as she pulled Leia into the bedroom, moving a confused Harry over to the bed, "The three of us have a lot to talk about." Oola's smile grew wider as she locked the door behind them.