When Voldemort's Killing Curse raced toward him, he knew that his life was now coming to an end. He had made peace with his life and hoped that Ron and Hermione would succeed in destroying the final Horcrux. A moment later, the Killing Curse struck him, and he felt a pain unlike any he had ever experienced. Screaming in agony, Harry doubled over, and a narrow wave of light shot out from his body, cutting through everything in its path. Only by a hair's breadth did Hagrid escape the fate that befell everyone else. Fortunately, Hagrid was lying on the ground and was not a victim of the wave that split all the other people in the clearing in two. Harry was unaware of this. He fell to the ground, and before the dust had settled, his body dissolved into green orbs of light. With Harry's disappearance, unknown to all survivors, the prophecy was fulfilled. Neither can live while the other survives. Through the Killing Curse, Voldemort had attacked a piece of his own soul. Anyone else, when destroying a Horcrux, would have only destroyed that Horcrux, but Voldemort had destroyed himself and thus annihilated them all together. Voldemort's own folly led to his self-destruction. What irony.

Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He found himself in a serene forest clearing, bathed in the gentle warmth of the sun's rays. Blinking away his confusion, he glanced downward, only to realize that he was completely naked. He couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. This was certainly not what he had anticipated. Surviving the Killing Curse for the second time, only to awaken in this vulnerable state in the heart of a forest clearing, left Harry exasperated.

He ran his frustrated fingers through his hair, and in the process, his hand brushed against a delicate chain hanging around his neck.

"Well, at least I still have it," Harry muttered to himself as he unfastened the locket from the chain. Gently placing it on the ground, he tapped it three times in rapid succession, paused briefly, and then tapped it five more times. Without delay, the locket transformed into a substantial trunk. This very trunk was a product of his and Hermione's ingenuity during their days on the run, a practical solution to their ongoing quest for Horcruxes. The books they had salvaged from Sirius's house had been invaluable, and two resourceful teenagers had performed near-miracles with some tin cans and magic. Although the trunk lacked the colossal interior of Hermione's enchanted handbag, it was considerably more manageable for someone like Harry. Moreover, it was theft-proof since it unfailingly returned to him. The enchantment for this function could only be wielded by Harry due to his lineage as a member of the Black family, which rendered it unsuitable for Hermione's handbag.

The interior of the trunk measured 30 by 50 meters, with a ceiling soaring four meters high. There was even an option to expand it with additional compartments, though they had never found the time to implement that feature.

With a sense of urgency, Harry flung the trunk open and clambered inside. His abrupt escape had left little time for tidying up, resulting in a jumble of items strewn across the floor. After a brief search, he located some clothes to wear. Once dressed, Harry realized he had only one option: to meander through the forest, hoping against hope that he might eventually rediscover the path to Hogwarts. However, his optimism was limited. The clearing where he had faced his demise and this new location were markedly dissimilar, as if he had been transported to an entirely different realm.

Harry proceeded at a leisurely pace through the forest, taking note of the surprisingly diverse wildlife he encountered. Bizarre creatures crossed his path, and upon reaching a tranquil lake, he laid eyes on a truly extraordinary being. This creature possessed elongated ears and eyes perched atop stalks, with its crimson skin adorned in simple leather attire.

"Hey, can you understand me?" Harry inquired, attempting to capture the creature's attention. It turned to face Harry, giving him a brief glance before launching into an unintelligible chatter. Regrettably, not a single word registered with Harry. He gestured to the creature to indicate his lack of understanding, but it continued its ceaseless babbling.

With a sigh, Harry turned away and continued walking past the creature, choosing to ignore it. Shortly thereafter, Harry heard the creature following him and gesturing for him to follow in return. Suspicion gnawed at him, and he remained alert, ready to defend himself if necessary. Harry had no sense of how long he had followed the peculiar creature, but after a while, they reached a small village. The sight of other people lifted a burden from his heart; he wasn't alone in this place.

The creature guided Harry toward a large building, and with no other apparent options, Harry followed. Inside the building, Harry noticed several oddly dressed individuals, though he only registered them in passing. The peculiar creature approached one of these individuals and continued its chattering. The person arched an eyebrow at the creature and then turned to look at Harry.

The person uttered something, but Harry couldn't comprehend a word.

"Can you speak English? I can't understand you," Harry inquired, receiving a perplexed look from the man. The man seemed to ponder for a moment before realization washed over him. He swiftly disappeared into the rear of the building and returned a few minutes later with a robot in tow.

The robot's appearance left Harry in awe. It bore a striking resemblance to a human, except for its metallic composition. The man exchanged words with the robot, prompting it to begin speaking in multiple languages. However, Harry still struggled to grasp its meaning. Several minutes passed before Harry finally caught on to something.

"I am LV-3PO, can you understand me?" the robot hissed, and Harry's face brightened.

"Yes, I can understand you. I'm Harry Potter. What kind of machine are you?" Harry responded in Parseltongue, and the robot promptly replied, "I am a protocol droid of the 3PO series. I was not aware that humans could speak the language of Wyrms."

"Where I come from, we call it Parseltongue. What planet am I on, and what kind of creature is this?" Harry inquired, nodding toward the strange being that had led him to this place.

"The creature is a Gungan and is a native, intelligent species on this planet. This planet is called Naboo. Can I assume that you didn't know this? Are you not from here?"

"No, I'm not from here," Harry admitted. The droid turned to the man and engaged in conversation. Harry couldn't comprehend their exchange, but the man's expression darkened momentarily, hinting at something sinister. Harry couldn't explain why, but he had a growing sense of unease.

Quietly, he crept through the cave, making sure not to alert the guards. It was nighttime, and the Gamorrean guards were fast asleep. Six months had passed since his arrival on Naboo, and his gut feeling had proven to be right. The man who had sold him turned out to be a slimy snail known as Borvo the Hutt. Borvo had sent him to one of his mines on Rori to produce drugs from the Milla flower. It was a dangerous job where slaves often succumbed to the fumes. Since he didn't understand the language, he had to learn everything by observation. Over time, in the first three months on this accursed moon, he managed to pick up some of the language.

But everything changed three months ago. The foreman had beaten him for something he hadn't understood. On that day, Harry was seething with anger at the injustice he endured, and something snapped within him.

Flashback

Harry lay on the ground, groaning in pain. The overseer, an ugly Rodian, struck him, but Harry didn't know the reason for this abuse. The Rodian screamed and repeatedly beat him with a stick. The other slaves watched the spectacle in fear but didn't dare to defy the overseer. They were too scared of becoming his target. With each blow Harry endured, his anger grew. Hadn't he left this behind long ago? Vernon used to beat him when he did something wrong, and when he entered the wizarding world, he thought he had left it behind, only to discover that these idiots were in charge. Professors did little to protect their students and even allowed Death Eaters to teach. Anger and hatred surged within Harry, and he wanted to inflict pain on the overseer. He felt something boiling inside him for the first time in his life. For some strange reason, he thought of the word Legilimens. Immediately, Harry felt his mind catapulted forward and saw the Rodian's memories.

At first, Harry was confused, but then he remembered the times he had been in Snape's mind. Harry saw memory after memory, but these didn't interest him. He wanted to repay the Rodian for the beatings. Memories flew by faster and faster, and Harry delved deeper into the Rodian's mind. He only vaguely caught the Rodian's name, but it was irrelevant to Harry. The further Harry delved, the more comprehensible the language became. Without understanding, Harry gained not only knowledge of Huttese but also Basic and Rodian. The information intertwined in Harry's mind with existing knowledge, shaping new understanding.

Harry continued to delve into the Rodian's mind, destroying everything in his path. One memory after another was obliterated by Harry, and the knowledge contained within was absorbed. Unbeknownst to him, Harry was inadvertently using the Knowledge Drain ability, extracting all knowledge from the Rodian's mind. Typically, users had some control over the ability, but Harry was an exception. He unconsciously wielded the power.

After a while, Harry destroyed the last memory and clumsily left the Rodian's mind. Everything spun around Harry, and he immediately vomited. His entire stomach contents spilled onto the mine floor, but Harry paid it little mind. The overseer lay lifeless beside him, his eyes wide. Without memories, the Rodian's body didn't know how to function.

End of Flashback

Afterwards, he was thrown into the deepest part of the mine, where they kept some energy spiders. But Harry not only survived there, he also learned from it. He understood what he had done and practiced it on other slaves who were nearly dead, offering them a more merciful end. After several attempts, he managed to stop destroying the minds of his victims and only accessed their memories. With this new knowledge, he could finally plan his escape, and now was the time to leave this damned moon behind.

Light-footed, he sneaked to the office of the mine's overseer and used a stolen key card to open the door. Quickly, Harry entered the room and closed the office door. Attached to the office was the overseer's bedroom, the primary target of his break-in. Upon reaching the bedroom, he saw the overseer sharing the bed with two female Twi'lek slaves. Next to the bed lay a blaster, which came in handy for Harry. He took it, set it to stun, and quickly fired at the three sleeping figures to incapacitate them. Afterward, he dragged the Devaronian overseer to one of the office chairs and handcuffed him. These were the same restraints the Devaronian had used on one of the slaves in the past, but now, she had no use for them.

After ensuring that the Devaronian was securely bound, Harry slapped him across the face. Dazed, the overseer woke up and looked around before noticing Harry.

"What... What is a slave doing in my office? Release me immediately, or I'll make your life a living hell," the overseer yelled and received a punch in the stomach from Harry.

"You be quiet now. You will be a good overseer and provide me with the codes to deactivate the slave chips. After that, I'll take one of your ships and leave this moon peacefully. You'll live, and we'll both be happy," Harry offered kindly to the overseer, but the latter spat in his face.

"You can forget about that. If I get out of here, I'll torture you until you scream for your mother. But that won't stop me. I'll sell you to a human trafficking ring where you'll have to suck cocks or get fucked in the ass every goddamn minute of your miserable life," the overseer screamed, and Harry wiped the spittle from his face.

"That was really not nice. It leaves me with no choice. I'm sorry, but you'll have to say goodbye to your sanity," Harry said with little sympathy and looked into the overseer's eyes. Immediately, he was inside the overseer's mind and began searching for the necessary information. Harry quickly found the information, but because the overseer was so unpleasant, he continued searching and found more that interested him. He learned that the overseer's name was Labria Dendo and that he had a hidden stash of stolen loot unknown to his colleagues. Several thousand credits and other belongings he had taken from his colleagues were stored there. Yes, Dendo was a very naughty boy and was in contact with a rival gang leader. Dendo had sold the next spice route to this rival gang leader, who planned to intercept the ships and sell the spice himself.

However, Dendo's corruption gave Harry an idea. Could he possibly twist the man's mind so that he would attack his own colleagues, providing Harry with a nice distraction? Harry knew this was very evil, but he was fascinated by how far he could go. Since he came to the galaxy, he felt something that almost tempted him to these actions. It was like a drug, leading him further into the darkness.

With a dark smile, Harry got to work and twisted Dendo's memories. When he was done, he stunned him again and released the restraints. After making sure that he would sleep for a few more hours, Harry went to one of the terminals and entered the deactivation code for the chips. Then, he fired several shots with his blaster at the terminal to prevent the slave traders from putting it back into operation. Better safe than sorry, Harry thought, and looked for his valuables, which he found in one of the overseer's lockers. Reunited with his belongings, he opened his trunk to store several blasters and other items inside. After that, he quietly left the office and went to the speeder bikes to borrow one. The night was still young, and he could plunder Dendo's hideout before disappearing from this planet. Twenty minutes after takeoff, Harry reached the location where Dendo had hidden the items. Two fallen trees in front of a large rock marked the spot. Harry dismounted his bike and approached the area. He bent down and began digging with a shovel. After five minutes, he hit something solid and started digging much faster. A large crate emerged, which Harry immediately opened. Inside were several pieces of jewelry and the ten thousand credits that Dendo had embezzled. Delighted with the find, Harry put the items in his trunk and returned to the mine.

Back in the mine, Harry made his way toward the ships. Each of the five freighters was guarded by a sentry, but none of them were conscious. To ensure none of them woke up prematurely, he stunned each of the guards, ensuring they wouldn't make a sound. Afterward, he faced the dilemma of which ship to take. He could choose a small, fast vessel with limited cargo space or the largest and most conspicuous ship with the strongest armament. Harry didn't need long to decide and opted for the Gonzanti-class Light Cruiser. It was also the gang's flagship and had the highest spice storage capacity, with an additional five hundred tons accommodated by the twenty containers on its sides. In other words, he could inflict the most damage on the gang by stealing this cruiser. However, before he could take off, there was one more thing he had to do. He needed to sabotage the other ships to slow down any potential pursuit. Once he was several star systems away, the slavers wouldn't be able to find him, and he'd be rid of a significant problem. After that, he needed to find a buyer for the spice he had stored in the ship and devise a way to get back at Borvo and the Naboo officials. He had merely stunned his enemies for too long. It was time to take off the gloves and show his foes that he was made of sterner stuff.

After sabotaging the hyperdrives of all the ships, he made his way back to his vessel. Not without pilfering a few weapons and supplies. One could never have enough weaponry. Content with his work, Harry started up his ship. Carefully, he manipulated the control stick and lifted off. It was different from flying on broomsticks. A broomstick responded swiftly to a wizard's movements, whereas the ship itself was quite sluggish. This meant that every action had to be carefully planned before execution. Harry was excited about piloting his first spaceship. It had been one of his childhood dreams to fly a spaceship. Moreover, it was also his first conscious experience in space travel. The journey from Naboo to the moon didn't count in Harry's eyes. After getting accustomed to the controls, he headed for a place where he wouldn't be easily tracked, unaware that his actions were about to improve the lives of many slaves on the moon.


Hey guys. I was again grabbed by my muse and had to write a new story. Well, it's not that new yet, because I've had the beginning on my hard drive for some time and had several different plans on how to continue. I've read a few stories where Harry ended up in the Star Wars universe, but they were all very similar. At some point, Harry met with the Jedi and worked with them. In this story, Harry will also be able to use the Force, but it won't be as good for him as in other stories. Right at the beginning, he slips to the dark side of the Force. Will he be able to turn away from the darkness or will he be consumed by it? I'm still thinking about what year I should set the story. Either at 32 BBY and he hits Maul, which can lead to Harry dying, or later. If I put it later, then the story begins just before the Clone Wars. This gives Harry a little time to get used to the universe before the Empire sticks its nose into everything. I'm going to create a poll for this. The next chapter should come in October. Maybe even earlier. I somehow wrote 2000 words for this story today and the second chapter is already finished except for some changes. I can only make this change when I know in which year the story should start.