Author's note:
Sympa: Yoda will definitely help Harry grow and learn before he goes to Hogwarts. Also, Harry still has magic. He just appeared to be a squib since he was depleted after deflecting Voldemort's attack.
Kolto: One thing I want to emphasize is that the Force is not ending. The only thing that had ended was the birth of Force sensitives since sentient species had slowly lost their ability to feel the Force. Additionally, I will be aiming for Harry to become a more balanced character who is more interested in protecting his friends and learning about the Force and magic instead of getting into childish feuds between school children and doing dumb stuff. He will be the main force to stop the bad guys, but only because they endanger the people he cares about.
Thanks to starboy454, HawkEye75, Laurentius Guillaume, Seros109 for their reviews that helped keep up my writing pace for the update.
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Revision Note: Special shout out to Seros109 for pointing out I made a few mistakes in this chapter. I did my best to fix any that I could find.
Second Revision Note: Shout out to Mad about the Boro for pointing out how I should switch Yoda's POV from first person.
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Chapter 2: Start of the Path
Yoda watched over the life of the young Harry Potter from within the Force. While it was nothing compared to the slave pits he had seen on many worlds, it was still saddening to watch any child live a life of pain and mistreatment.
While his cousin grew up in a large room filled with toys, Harry was forced to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs infested with spiders. Every time Dudley got to eat as much as he could stomach, Harry only got enough so that he wouldn't starve. Each success Harry achieved was punished while mediocrity and failure were celebrated when it concerned Dudley.
Part of the ancient Jedi pitied Dudley almost as much as Harry. His parents spoiled him and refused to teach him discipline or control. He would be doomed to grow up as rotten as them. It was something that Yoda had seen countless times during his life and during his time as part of the Force. Children doomed to make the same mistakes as their parents because they were never given a chance to grow out of the same path before it was too late.
The only blessing to come from his mistreatment was that Harry was spared from the same fate as Dudley. Despite the torment he faced on a daily basis from his relatives, the boy remained a gentle and curious child. Yoda was worried that he would become bitter from being an outcast, but it only served to make him kinder to others and strengthened his empathy.
The Jedi watched the child as he struggled with fitful sleep on the small bed in the cupboard. The boy's connection with the Force seemed to grow stronger by the day. Every now and then, he seemed to get faint premonitions about events before they happened. Oftentimes, these were just perceived as gut instincts and subconsciously processed. This had helped the young Force sensitive avoid his uncle's drunken wrath when the older man had too much to drink at the pub after work.
Yoda considered attempting to contact Harry through the Force, but ultimately decided against it. Harry needed more time to mature before he would be ready to train. With no way to ensure the child does not expose his abilities to the world, Yoda did not want to reveal the boy's potential to him yet. However, the day was soon coming when he would have to take that step.
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(Harry POV)
The dream was different than the others. While most of my dreams were often of mundane things, more food or a soft bed, this one stood out among the rest for one reason. All of the others were based on things that I had seen or had heard about. Despite this, I dreamed of a war on a world that was nothing like anything I had ever imagined. If anything, it appeared like the science fiction stuff that I had heard Dudley talking to his cronies about that one time.
Barren black rock comprised the scorched and cratered battlefield. Arcs of colored light traces through the sky from both sides as two armies clashed. One of the groups had black armor streaked with red paint whose weapons fired crimson bursts of light towards their enemies. The other side was comprised of white armored troops with blue color covering their equipment as they returned fire with azure blasts of energy.
Explosions tore through the landscape as the clashing forces fired grenades at one another, dark stone being thrown into the air with each detonation. The sky above the battle was filled with flying ships, their forms indistinct as they fought one another overhead. The bolts of light they shot at one another would occasionally land and cause one to erupt in a bright fireball before crashing to the ground below.
Despite the barrage of lights and chaos, my attention was drawn to a single man that strode forward across the field. The flashes of light slipped past him without a single attack managing to land. His body might have been covered in brown robes, but he walked with the same assurance like the war zone was just an empty street.
When one red bolt came hurtling towards him, his only reaction was to draw a small silver cylinder from his waist before he pressed a button and a glowing green blade of light came to life from the end. He flicked his wrist and the blade deflected the red beam back to hit one of the black and red warriors instead.
Once he became illuminated by the emerald glow of his weapon, the majority of the black fighters focused their fire on him. However, he just pressed a second button on the cylinder and a second blade extended from the opposite side. He dropped it into the air where it floated in place before beginning to spin and fly around the man, reflecting any shots of red that came close. The group with black began to fall quickly until a pair of them drew dark cylinders from their hips which gained red blades once they were activated.
The two rushed forward to attack the man from either side, but he caught his cylinder before disconnecting it in the middle. He blocked an attack on each side with the two blades he could now use at the same time.
The glowing swords blazed through the air as they clashed over and over again, the combat similar to a dance. The pair tried to use teamwork to beat the man wielding the two green swords but he was clearly the better fighter since he was able to hold them off at the same time.
The man finished the duel with a single move. Using both of his swords at once, he disarmed his opponents with a quick movement and caused their red blades to fly out of their hands and into the air. He followed with a slash across their chests which left a glowing line across each of their bodies. They collapsed to the ground right before the man turns to look straight at me.
His were the same color as his sword, a glowing emerald green. There was something so familiar about their gaze, but I couldn't remember before I wake up with a start.
I look up to see a night sky filled with stars. After living in Surrey for all of my life, I had never seen such a clear sky. The entire expanse was covered in twinkling lights that took my breath away.
"Beautiful, it is," an old voice says. "Amazes me, it still does."
I turn to see a small figure sitting on a log next to a crackling fire. He hummed to himself before gesturing to another log next to his.
I get up from my place on the ground and sit down next to him. Now that I have the light to see him properly, I can tell that he is a short old man dressed in robes with thinning white hair. However, what I did not expect was him to have green skin and the wrong number of fingers.
"What are you?" I ask. I had never seen anything like him before.
"Calm, you are," he comments. "React more, I expected."
"This is just another dream, right?" I ask. "It's not like this is real."
"A dream, this is," the man admits. "Real, it could still be."
"How can a dream be real?" I inquire. "A dream is just something your mind makes up while you are asleep."
"To some, they are," the man says. "As visions, to others they appear. Memories, to a few. To be real, physical they need not be."
"So who are you if you are so real?" I ask again.
"Yoda, I was called," he replies. "Of your world, I am not. Of this time, I do not belong."
"You are from another planet in the past?" I clarify with a look of confusion.
"In a galaxy far far away, a long time ago," Yoda confirms. "Led an order, I did. Like you, we were."
"Freaks?" I ask, not really understanding what he means.
"Freak, you are not," Yoda says while shaking his head. "Foolish, your family is. Afraid, they are."
"What am I then?" I ask.
"Two things, you are," Yoda says. "Jedi, you could be. Potential, you have. A Jedi, I am also. Feel the Force, we do. Understand the universe, we can."
"What's the second thing?" I don't know why but it feels like waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Wizard, you are," Yoda answers. "Different from the Force, it is. From the soul, it comes. Magic, you could do."
"Can you teach me to be a Jedi?" I ask. "To use the Force?"
"Soon, I will," Yoda says. "Grow, you must. Alone, you will be. Extinct, the Jedi are. Safe, you must remain. Our legacy, you will become."
"Can you tell me about them?" I ask. "The Jedi? Were my parents Jedi?"
"Wizards, they were," Yoda says. "Lost, they have become."
"They really are dead?" I ask. "I always kind of hoped that they might still be around. That they would swoop in and take me far away from the Dursleys. That I could have a family."
"Gone, they might be," Yoda says. "Alone, you will not always be. Something found, family is. Deeper than blood, bonds can be made. Trust in the Force, young padawan. Find family, you will."
"Thanks, Yoda," I say, scratching the back of my head. "This might be a dream, but it's nice having someone to talk to."
"A delight, I find it," Yoda agrees. "Quiet, it has been. Nice to talk, it is.
I just smile in response and start asking him as many questions as I can about Jedi and wizards. No one has ever listened to me for this long and I want to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
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(Yoda POV)
He watches Harry as the young boy talks with a smile. In his years watching him, he had the expression a rare few times. Yoda just tries and answers his questions as Harry releases them in a stream.
Yoda tries not to lie when possible. To lie is to deceive and to be a Jedi is to be honest to yourself and others. However, he understood the pain that can come from being abandoned. It can easily overwhelm even the strongest willed among the Jedi order and pull them into despair and the Dark Side.
In this moment, Harry is fragile. He is still unsure of who he is and how he will come to see the world. It is a tipping point that will determine who he will grow to become. Yoda's only hope is that he will have friends and allies to support him when he is forced to learn the truth.
As Yoda sees him laugh at a joke he make, he feels his guilt soothed if only for the moment. To protect this child from the darkness of this life, if only for a short time, it is well worth his peace of mind.
One day, he could become the best of them. A Jedi who could bring light across the galaxy.
He could also become the strongest of the Sith. A dark lord who could oppress all life in a new immortal Empire.
But that is all in the future. For now, he is just a boy curious about his potential and his place in the universe. The time for worries can come later.
Yoda talks to him for hours until he seems to grow tired. As he falls asleep in this place, he will wake up in his own body. Yoda will remain and watch over him.
The Jedi master had failed enough younglings in his long life and he will do whatever he could to ensure Harry Potter is not the next.
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Author's note:
Hey everybody! I have got to say, I really did not expect this story to get so popular so quickly. I mainly wrote it for the sake of May Fourth. However, it quickly became my most popular story to date.
Sorry for the relatively short chapter. I didn't have a lot I could think of besides Harry's first meeting with Yoda. The next chapter will be a time skip to when Harry is older and close to attending Hogwarts. I will probably be able to write more for that because I was just having a lot of trouble with this earlier stage of the timeline.
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