Author's note:

To Joe-El: Voldemort was not inherently force sensitive, it was more of a subconscious instinct of recognizing a threat. Harry was completely unafraid when an infant would normally be crying like James junior. The Potters will not be cartoonishly evil or incompetent, but I reserve the right to trash on James since I just hate his character. The Force and magic are connected, but distinctly different. Magic is more like a derivative of Force energy. The souls of wizards and witches are able to naturally draw from the Force, but the connection is flawed so that they only absorb mana which they can use for magic. The planet itself does something similar which causes magical energy to flow through ley lines, even if the Force still permeates everything. They cannot achieve true Force sensitivity on their own due to the inherent nature of their abilities being a flawed offshoot which is generally weaker than the magic of Nightsisters from Dathomir. Harry will eventually have the ability to foster Force sensitivity in others, but that is a long ways away. However, Harry's descendants will likely be the next naturally born Force sensitives. The Jedi in the beginning was supposed to be Yoda's last living descendant. I was kind of going for a joke about Grogu (aka Baby Yoda) being Yoda's actual kid and the bloodline carrying on until the end of the Order. It won't be super relevant moving forward, but I thought it was a good way to transition the story into the beginning of a new order of Jedi.

To darthjosh2112: Yoda will have realized the shortcomings of the Jedi's teachings and will understand the importance of accepting emotion instead of avoiding it.

To Mad about the Boro: Thanks for pointing out how wonky the first person for Yoda was. I changed it to third person which makes it flow way better.

To Seros109: Thanks for pointing out the misspellings and messed up grammar. I didn't have a chance to do a proofread, so that helped me notice the mistakes.

Additional thanks to silver9620, Laurentius Guillaume, millerb82, starboy454, cain221, Sympa, robert32513, and Zandaino-Nova-Ari for the positive reviews. It helped keep me pumped up to get another chapter out so soon.

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Chapter 3: Losing What You Never Had

My peaceful dreams get ruined by a beeping that cuts through them like a knife. My hand blindly reaches out to the nightstand where I feel around until I grab onto the alarm clock that chose to vex me this morning. I promptly throw it across the room and enjoy the sound of the plastic casing shattering against a wall as the alarm goes silent. I was about to drift back into my dream when I hear a voice ruin any attempt at falling asleep.

"My word!" the robotic voice calls out. "Master Harry, that is the fourth alarm clock that you have broken this week! Why do you continue to replace the alarms only to destroy them the following day?"

"Shut up, 3PO," I mutter. "If you don't, I will toss you into a trash compactor and keep what's left as a paperweight on my desk."

"Master Harry!" C-3PO replies in shock. "I must insist that you cease planning my deactivation! Mistress Carla requested that I inform you and Mistress Hailey that breakfast is being prepared. She asked that you both be attending the meal once it is served."

"Tell Mom to wait," a voice said from the weight on my chest. "I'm not done with my body pillow yet."

"Hailey, you know she is just going to come up here and drag us down, right?" I ask without even bothering to open my eyes, let alone move.

"I don't see you moving," she retorts before snuggling into me more. Touché, Hailey. Touché.

"Fine," I groan as I open my eyes. I look down at the mop of brown hair splayed out on my chest and a wicked smile crosses my face as an idea crosses my mind. "Don't say I didn't warn you though."

I promptly dump Hailey off of the bed and enjoy the beautiful sound of her panicked shout. Ahh, music to the ears. I don't even regret it when I see her stand up off of the floor and glare down at me through the hair trailing into her face from her famously chaotic bed head.

"Did you just push me off of the bed, dear boyfriend of mine?" she asks, her voice sickly sweet as a sinister smile forms on her face. Even knowing that she is about to commit grievous personal injury on me, I can't help but be distracted by how cute she was. Her malicious intent just made her blue eyes shimmer with the perfect blend of sexy and sadism. Even the tangled mess of chestnut hair on her head made her a vision of beauty, albeit one that was likely to be the last thing I ever saw.

"My God, you are beautiful," I say, the words escaping my mouth before I had a chance to keep that thought to myself. Oh, that will probably just trigger her murder mode faster.

However, I forgot how weak to compliments my girlfriend was. She immediately got embarrassed for a moment as her cheeks lit up with a blush and she tried to look anywhere but me. Every time that I get such a cute reaction out of her is yet another time I realize how lucky I am to have her. That doesn't change the fact that I am absolutely going to make use of the opening.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I say quickly before I sprint past my adorable girlfriend and pass the golden robot standing nearby. "Tell Carla I'll be done in five minutes, 3PO!"

Hailey finally recovers from her compliment coma right as I was leaving earshot. "Motherfucker!" I hear her shout. It just makes me chuckle as I make a new land speed record on my way to my bathroom.

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"Did you guys have fun last night?" Carla teases us as she smiles behind her cup of steaming coffee. While Hailey is a solid ten by all metrics with her beautiful features and cute moments, Carla Conners somehow manages to get all the way to eleven. Her effortlessly stunning appearance was the reason she had a thriving career as an actress before retiring upon having Hailey. As I make note of her figure, I can't help but smile since I know Hailey is practically a carbon copy of her. I was luckily able to snare a future eleven while she was still within the reach of mortal men. In a couple years time, I knew she would match her mom in every possible way.

I promptly cut off my daydreams when I realize that my vacant expression was just giving credence to her ideas about anything that happened last night with Hailey. "It was just snuggling," I say with a snort as I roll my eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you pervy old woman."

"Oh, old you say?" Carla asks with a devious twinkle in her eyes. "I still think I could steal you away from Hailey if I really wanted to. Feel up for some mother-son role play?"

"Nice try, perv," I reply. "After all the years I have lived with you guys, did you really think I wouldn't know when you are just joking?"

"Who says I am joking?" she chuckles as she proceeds to give me bedroom eyes. "I have quite a few tricks up my sleeve. How about you help me give Hailey a little sister?"

"Can you please try to not seduce Harry at the breakfast table?" Hailey asks as she walks in with damp hair and dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. "It just looks desperate."

"Oh, even my daughter has turned against me," Carla says with a gasp. "This world is so cruel."

"On their side, I am," Yoda says. "Thirsty, you are."

Hailey and I struggle to keep in our laughs before we glance at each other and immediately break. It was so worth it to teach Yoda to use slang when he talks. He has the most deadass face when he says something like that which makes it a hundred times funnier.

The green space wizard was sitting in one of the chair at the table, his form projected from one of the light projectors installed in the ceiling around the house and his voice emitting from a speaker in the wall. I had been able develop projectors and speakers which create light and sound that resonates with Force energy through my forays into manufacturing synthetic Khyber crystal. Since it was a science developed by the Sith when the Jedi had controlled all planets with substantial Khyber deposits, Yoda had only brief knowledge about its workings. This meant that the process was incomplete and was insufficient for a functional lightsaber crystal. So far, I had been only able to develop low quality crystals which could be used in the projectors and speakers to allow Yoda to visually appear and audibly speak. This turned out to be a mixed blessing at times.

"Worry, you should not," Yoda says. "Protected, they failed to be. Grandchildren, you will soon have."

"You are worse than her!" Hailey shouts. "At least it makes sense that she would be baby crazy with us going to school soon and becoming an empty nester. You don't even have an excuse!"

"Return, the Jedi must," Yoda says with a stoic expression. "Arise, a new generation will."

"Don't act like you aren't trying to speed it up," I snort. "You achieved poltergeist powers from beyond the grave and you literally used them to poke holes in condoms. I think we are a little past just propagating a new Jedi order."

Yoda continues to argue about his totally sound logic while he gets backup from Carla who finds the entire argument hilarious. Hailey just groans at their bullheaded stubbornness.

I just smile as I watch them all fight. Even if it wasn't in the shape I expected, I finally had the family I always dreamed of as a kid in Surrey. I just wish my parents were still around to be here too. They would probably love this.

My musing is promptly cut off when an owl descends onto my breakfast plate and hoots at me. Everyone stops fighting for a moment to look at it in surprise as it drops a packaged letter into my lap before fluttering its wings. I pick it up and see my address written on the back along with the name of the sender.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Opening it, I read that I am apparently invited to wizard school by a lady named Minerva McGonagal who was the deputy headmistress. There was an additional section where she said I needed to give a date and time to meet in order to discuss potential enrollment. Shrugging, I grab a spare pen nearby and scribble 12:00 pm and tomorrow's date on a paper towel before giving it to the owl. The bird seems to give me a dirty look before taking the paper towel in a talon and flying back out of a nearby window.

"That was weird," I say with a shrug before I grab a new plate for breakfast since I would prefer to avoid the owl plate.

Hailey just bangs her head against the table in frustration as her mom laughs and Yoda hums in thought. Yeah, my family is the best.

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As McGonagall and I walk down the bustling Diagonal Alley, I pull my eyes away from the many sights to address the teacher. "Professor McGonagall, did you teach my parents when they went to Hogwarts?" I ask.

She seems to be surprised by the question for a moment before a wistful look crosses her face. "I still remember their days in Hogwarts," she replied. "Your parents always excelled in my class. Transfiguration is often a tricky subject for many students, but they both took to it like fish to water. Your father, James, was the prodigy even if Lily was always just one step behind him. She made sure to show him up in Charms since that was where her skill really shined."

I never had a chance to talk with someone who knew them before, so I continued with more questions. "What were they like?" I ask. "I don't have any memories of them since I was too young before they died. I always wanted to know more about them though."

McGonagall was about to say something but it was almost like the words got caught in her throat before she could get them out. Instead, she just gave me a kind smile before she started talking about them. "Your mother was always the straight-laced student," she says. "She would always give her all to her schoolwork and learned everything she could with the hunger of a starving man eating for the first time in weeks. She had a temper though. It was not unusual to hear her going into rants at the other Gryffindor students whenever they stepped out of line. I can still remember the colorful vocabulary she used to call your father in the first few years of school. In all my years, I don't believe I have ever heard some of the curses she used before. You have the same eyes as you mother too, Harry. They are the same emerald green as hers."

I chuckle to myself trying to imagine my mom berating my dad when they were younger. It sounded hilarious to watch and made me feel a little sad to not have seen it.

"You father was a once in a generation troublemaker," McGonagall says with a world weary sigh. "He seemed to draw in some of the smartest boys of his year and made them some of the most foolish delinquents I have ever taught. Ever day was a new practical joke where only they got the punchline. Yet as the years went on, he finally matured into a man and became someone your mother could fall in love with."

"Thanks, Professor," I say after she finishes. "It is nice to have some little piece of my parents, even if they aren't around anymore."

"Of course, Mr. Potter," she replies. Her smile is a little sadder now but it makes sense. After teaching students for years, it must be hard whenever you outlive them.

"I can get the last odds and ends on my own while you purchase your wand," McGonagall says after the moment of melancholy was over. "It is the building with the Ollivander's sign. The owner should help you find the right wand for you."

"Got it," I reply with a grin and a thumbs up.

I make my way to the old store with the faded Ollivander's sign and get close to the door when a family walks out. It was a guy my age, a younger and older sister, and his parents. They were laughing as the guy showed off his newly purchased wand like he was already prepared to be the next Merlin. He was the mirror image of his dad while his sisters were reflections of the mom, despite the younger one having her father's black hair.

I couldn't help the little dig in my heart as I watched the happy family pass by. Even after all of these years, it still hurts to know that my own family is dead and gone. I wouldn't trade Hailey, Carla, and Yoda for the world, but I still find myself wondering what my life would have been like if my parents hadn't died. Maybe they would have had other kids so I could have siblings. They could have taken me to get my first wand and I could have shown off like an idiot too.

I just shake my head to clear my mind. No point in dreaming about the dead. It is better to hurry up and get back to living. With renewed focus, I push open the worn wooden door and step into the dim shop.

The store was filled with shelves, each one stocked with dozens of black wand boxes. I wouldn't be surprised if there were hundreds of wands in this shop. Despite the numerous amount, I can see that many of the black boxes were coated in dust like they had been sitting there for years, waiting for a wizard to come and meet their call.

I could feel their presence in the Force, each one resonating with their own pitch. They seemed to react to my entrance, their pitch increasing as they felt me out as a potential wielded. However, most went silent after a moment upon finding me unsuitable. They appear to function similar to how Yoda described Khyber crystals. Each one chooses their own Jedi, or in this case, wizard.

"Oh, what an interesting reaction," a man says behind me. I hadn't sensed him before he had spoken, but he shows up loud and clear now. That had not happened in all of my time learning to sense the Force. As such, I was mildly surprised.

I definitely didn't jump into the air with a scream. Yep, totally manly over here. Anyone who says otherwise is a dirty liar who lies.

I whip around to see a cheerful man with white hair and an innocent smile. I can tell that he definitely enjoyed my reaction, but I decide to let it slide. He probably spends a lot of his time in this shop so this is likely his only source of entertainment for the most part. "Garrick Ollivander," he says with a polite nod. "Owner and proprietor of Ollivander's Wands. How can I help you today? Are you a Hogwarts student by chance?"

"Yeah, I need a wand for my first year," I admit. "Professor McGonagall said you were the man for the job."

"I like to think that I have some skill when it comes to wands," Ollivander says humbly. "My family has been running this shop for centuries, so you could say that wandmaking is in our blood. Let me get my tools out."

Ollivander proceeds to pull out three measuring tapes which immediately begin to fly around and record different parts of my body. The wand maker just notes down the measurements as they happen and chuckles for a moment when I smack the tape trying to measure my crotch. In typical shopkeeper fashion, he asks me a variety of questions as we wait for the tapes to finish their work.

"Are you a muggleborn wizard or just a pureblood orphan?" he asks. "Professors typically only take muggleborn students or orphans to Diagon. Any other students are just taken by their families."

"Raised by muggles," I tell him, still getting used to the strange wizard slang for normal people. "My parents were wizards, but I never knew them. They were gone when I was still a baby."

"Sorry to hear," Ollivander replies. "What were their names? I remember every wand I have sold and every wizard that I sold them to. I could tell you that much at least."

"James and Lily Potter," I say. "Did you ever meet them?"

"That can't be right," Ollivander says in confusion. "You must have gotten the names mixed up or something."

"What do you mean?" I ask. "Professor McGonagall told me herself. Those are their names."

"They can't be dead," Ollivander replies. "They were just here with their kids to get their son's wand. He is going to Hogwarts as a first year. James, Lily, Rose, James Jr., and Violet. The whole family was together. You would have passed by them on your way here."

Everything else seems to fade away as I process what he just said. My parents are alive. For the briefest moment, that fills me with happiness. However, any joy was swiftly crushed by the realization that they are alive. They were happy with a family all of this time while I was alone. Every day I spent at the Dursleys wasn't because I had lost them. They had abandoned me. The parents that I thought loved me in death had just thrown me away instead. I had a family, but I just wasn't good enough to be a part of it. Instead, I was left with an aunt and uncle that despised me because they were the only family I had that would even tolerate my existence.

My despair began to twist and burn into fury. Everything I suffered until I found Hailey and Carla didn't have to happen. I could have grown up in a kind household. I could have had parents who loved me. I could have had siblings to fight with. I didn't have to go to sleep hungry at night because I was a freak who didn't deserve to eat.

All of my buried pain came roiling to the surface and all I could see was red. I faintly heard the wands rattling on the shelves as the store shook and the windows cracked, but I didn't care in the slightest. If anything, I wanted to do worse. I wanted to make the world feel what it was like to be powerless and afraid. To lose all hope and dream of an end to the suffering. I wanted to watch the world burn and know my pain.

Harry!

I am pulled out of the depths of my anger by Yoda's voice through the voice, but it was only a temporary lull as I find myself with a new target for my ire.

'You told me they were dead!' I roar in my mind. 'You have lied to me for every day since that moment! You told me they were gone!'

Explain, I can.

'You lied!' I shout through the connection. 'You swore that I could trust you! Why do you get to break that promise?!"

Selfish, I am.

The honest answer surprised me for a moment as Yoda continued to speak.

Many mistakes, I have made. Foolish, they were. Pain, I caused. Redeem myself, I cannot.

My anger had cooled in my confusion, but it heats up once more as I realize that Yoda is still hiding behind vague statements and refusing to be honest with me. 'What the hell does that have to do with anything?!' I shout.

With everything, it has to do. Train younglings, the Jedi would. A young age, they began at. Their homes, they must leave. Know their families, they would not.

A flash of memory is transmitted through the connection. Jedi talking with the families of Force sensitive children and bringing them to the Jedi temple to be trained. Most of the kids were four or younger with some being babies still.

Grew, the younglings would. Incomplete, they would feel. Their parents, they did not know. All they knew, the Jedi order was. Lonely, they would become. Abandoned, they believed they were. Angry, they grew. Hate, they found. Lost, they were.

My own anger had begun to pitter out as Yoda explained. No matter how much I wanted to curse and rage at him, I could still feel his grief and regret through the Force.

Wonder, I do. Changed our ideas, we might have. Protected them, we could have. Caught up to me, my age had. An old fool, I became.

Yoda always tried to look on the positive side of the Jedi whenever he spoke about them, but I can tell that he sees the flaws in the old Order. Every now and then, he can't help but acknowledge his own shortcomings in allowing the Order to stagnate.

A new Jedi, I found. A boy, he was. A lonely life, he lived. Soothe his heart, how could I? A better life, parents wanted for younglings. Senseless, the boy's despair was. All he had, loss would be. Hide the truth, I did. Wait for you to grow, I planned. Balance despair with happiness, you could. A family, you found.

I wanted to be angry at his justification, but I can't help but understand his reasons. How in the hell would I expect a kid to react when he is told his parents abandoned him? I couldn't control myself even with all of the time for the wounds to heal and a new family to fill the hole. What else could he have done but give me the chance to move on?

'Okay, but this is the last time I ever forgive a lie, Yoda,' I tell him. I just feel his hum of affirmation through the Force before his presence fades away.

I focus again on the wand shop and see Ollivander with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, my boy," he says. "I can't say my people skills are very good after spending so much time with wands, but I can tell that I should have been a little gentler with my words."

"I can pay for the damages," I say, realizing that the front windows were covered in spiderwebs of cracks, the surface of the counter had been splintered, and several levels of his shelves had fallen. "I didn't mean to damage your shop."

He brushes off the concern with a chuckle. "Don't worry about the damages," he assures me. "I have seen far worse from a bad reaction between a wand and a wizard."

With a flick of a wand, a burst of magic flows through the shop and restores it to its previous condition. Shelves repaired themselves and scattered boxes fly back up to stack on the restored spaces. The countertop smoothed itself back into an unmarred surface while the cracks covering the windows seemed to rewind in time to leave behind pristine panes of glass. My eyes widen for a moment before I hear Ollivander chuckle to himself at my astonishment.

"Those are simple housekeeping charms," he says. "You will likely see far greater in your time at Hogwarts. Now, let's finally get you your wand. I think I might know the right one for you."

He shuffles off towards the back of the shop in his search amongst the shelves, but he soon finds what he is looking for and returns to the counter. The black box was old and worn with more than a little dust on top. Ollivander blows off the top surface and sends a wave of built up debris at me. I immediately begin to cough before Ollivander decides to stop messing with me and casts another charm to make the dust disappear.

"This is one of my older wands," he says as he opens the box to reveal the wand sitting inside. "Eleven inches, holly wood, and a phoenix tail feather core. This one is special because the phoenix that the core comes from only gave one other feather."

I pick up the wand and feel a warmth flow into me from the wand. It seemed to hum slightly like a pleased cat before going silent. From everything that I learned from Yoda, it was a similar sensation to a Jedi finding the right Khyber crystal. The resonance between me and the wand showed that it was the perfect match for me.

"I'll take this one," I say with a grin.

"Curious," Ollivander says. "Like its brother wand, it has the potential to do great things. After all, it chose the man who tried to kill your family."

"The brother chose Voldemort?" I ask, my surprise clear in my voice as I look down at the unassuming wand.

"It did," Ollivander replies. "He did great things. Terrible things, but great nonetheless. I hope to hear you choose a better path with your wand."

"No promises," I joke with a grin as Ollivander chuckles as well. "What do I owe you?"

"It is on the house," Ollivander answers. "See it as my attempt at an apology for earlier. I hope you find Hogwarts a fine adventure."

"We'll see," I say as I head towards the door of the shop.

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(Hailey POV)

Harry had retreated to the gym the moment he got back from his trip with Professor McGonagall. Despite her attempts to talk to him, he had brushed past her and locked himself inside of the room where he proceeded to beat on a punching bag with no signs of stopping any time soon.

When she had asked Yoda, he told her and her mom what had been revealed during the relatively brief time at Diagon Alley. Carla immediately sighed and poured herself a drink before looking at her daughter expectantly.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Carla asks her. "Aren't you going to comfort your boyfriend?"

"What do I say?" Hailey asks in return. "What could I even say? He just realized that his family is still alive and they abandoned him. What words can fix that?"

"Nothing can fix that," the mother answers honestly. "It will be probably be something that he struggles with for a long time. Despite that, I know you have spent enough time with him to know how to help. It's not about what you say, it is the fact you are trying to say it at all."

Taking those words to heart, Hailey reaches the door to the gym and takes a deep breath. She pushes open the door and the sound of fists hitting leather fills the air. Harry's back was towards her as he continued to strike the bag, his arms flashing back and forth as the bag swings from the force of each impact.

"Harry, can we talk?" Hailey asks, not bothering to raise her voice to try and surpass the ambient noise in the room. Harry's hearing was sharp enough to hear her even over the sound of his boxing. The only issue would be if he decided not to respond.

Thankfully, he chose to reply. "What do you want, Hailey?" he asks as he stops beating on the bag for a moment and grabs it to stop its movement. "I am in the middle of a workout."

"I wanted to see how you were doing," Hailey says. "Yoda told us what happened. Are you okay?"

"I am fine," he says. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just found out your family is alive," she replied. "That has to be a big shock."

"It doesn't really matter," he says through gritted teeth. "Why would I want anything to do with them when they didn't want anything to do with me?"

"They are your parents," Hailey says. "Don't you want to meet them? Even just to say you are better off without them?"

"It's not like I am still 5 years old, you know?" Harry replies. "It's not like I'm still sitting up every night in a cupboard wondering if my parents will ever come back from the dead to rescue me, you know. Who needs them? They weren't there to feed me, but I learned to feed myself, didn't I? I got pretty damn good at cooking too, didn't I? I learned how to drive, I learned how to shave, I learned how to fight without them. I had eighteen birthdays without them. They never even sent me a damn card. To hell with them!"

"Please look at me, Harry," she asks. He turns only for her to see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to keep the pain in while it is tearing him up inside.

"How come they don't want me, Hailey?" he asks.

She doesn't even give it a second thought before she rushes over to wrap him in as tight a hug as possible. He finally breaks down and cries into her shoulder as she held him. Years of grief and pain came pouring out as his confident appearance finally cracked and revealed the lonely kid he still was deep down. Hailey just rubbed his back as he clung to her like a lifeline and mourned the family he never got the chance to know and the kid he never got a chance to be. Her only job was to remind him he wasn't alone anymore.

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Author's note:

There we go people! The first full length story chapter for Dawn of the Jedi is finally complete! Sorry it took so long to release. This story always takes a while to write, no idea why. I hope you all enjoy it.

To anyone who might not have recognized where I was quoting with Harry's lines at the end, I drew inspiration from Fresh Prince of Bel Air when Will Smith's character is talking about his absent father. I saw the clip recently and I felt it was perfect for this moment, so I wanted to slip it in to show Harry's emotions at being abandoned.

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