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Yoda's smile widened, and he let out a deeper laugh, his ears twitching. "Not worse, no. Different, yes. Unique, perhaps." He leaned forward, fixing Harry with a penetrating gaze. "But first, answer me this, young one. Have you heard of … magic?"
Harry blinked, taken aback by the question. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I ..."
However, he didn't need to finish as Yoda nodded, as if understanding more than Harry had said. "Suspected as much, I did," the ancient Jedi Master murmured. He leaned forward, his ears twitching slightly, the soft glow of the meditation room casting long shadows on the floor between them. "In this galaxy, certain things there are, far beyond what most beings could ever hope to understand. The Force, of course, one of these things is."
Yoda's voice grew softer, more thoughtful. "Millennia, we have spent, studying the Force. Yet still, not fully understood, it is. But ... other things, there are. Lesser understood, they remain. Some, yet to be discovered. Others, lost to time. And a few, so rare they become more rumor than fact. One of these, magic is."
Harry's brow furrowed at that. "Magic?" he repeated, a touch of disbelief in his voice.
Yoda nodded slowly. "Now, for centuries, debated, the existence of magic has been. Even within the halls of the Jedi, remains this discussion. Most believe those who practice what they call magic—like the witches on Dathomir, or a small group on Brendok—are merely using different aspects of the Force, without calling it as such. Yet, there are situations documented, separate from the Force they appear to be."
Yoda's gaze grew distant, as if recalling something. "One such instance, I read about before our journey to Naboo, to meet you there. Gungan records, I found, speak of a kind of magic separate from the Force. And ... another, that might be more relevant to you, Harry Skywalker. The Tusken Raiders on Tatooine believe there to be magic in the desert."
He paused, watching Harry closely, as if gauging his reaction, but seeing none, he continued. "References I found to half a dozen other mentions of things that seem ... clearly separate from the Force. No doubt I have, that both exist and not the same, no, not the same I believe them to be. However, neither are they opposing, either."
Yoda's explanation seemed to hang in the air between them. Harry took a breath, trying to make sense of it all. "So ... magic and the Force—they both exist in the galaxy and they're different?"
"Different, yes. Clear that is," Yoda confirmed. "The Force, a universal energy it is. It flows through all things, binds all living beings together it does. Magic, though ... much less is known but internally driven, it seems to be. Comes from within, it does."
Harry pondered this for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of his old world and his magical abilities. It made a strange kind of sense, in a way he hadn't yet considered. He glanced back at Yoda, feeling concerned that this discussion might lead to questions he didn't or couldn't answer. "So where does that leave us?"
Yoda raised a hand, shaking his head. "That story, certainly interesting I imagine it will be. But for another time it will be. Old am I, and learned that important not to rush things it is. Essential now, this conversation is not. However, understand the reason why struggling with the Force you are, I believe I do. Likely it is that you try to use the Force as an internal power, rather than view it as the energy it is. You, Harry, have no problem passively using the Force—meditation, reading the intentions of others, you do well. But actively ... when you try to control it, fail you do."
Harry's eyes widened as Yoda's words clicked into place. It made sense, based on what he knew of the Force and the way he had always accessed magic back in his old world. Magic came from within him, a wellspring of power he could channel and direct. But based on his conversations about the nature of the Force with Obi-Wan and other jedi masters ... it wasn't his to control in the same way. It flowed through everything, and he'd been treating it like something that came from inside him.
He nodded slowly, his mind racing. "So ... does that mean I won't be able to use the Force?" he asked, an edge of uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Yoda tilted his head, his large eyes studying Harry intently. "Hmm. A question for you, I have. Want to use the Force, do you not?"
Harry didn't hesitate. He nodded firmly. "Of course. I want to be able to use it—more than anything."
Yoda's lips quirked in a small, knowing smile. "Then, use it, you will. A problem, there should be none."
The Jedi Master leaned back slightly, gesturing to a small stone resting on the low table in front of them. "Now, meditate, you will. Enter the state you know well. But this time... when focus on the stone you do, think not of using strength within yourself. Think of the Force, flowing through the galaxy. As you lift the stone, imagine the energy moving not from you, but through you."
Harry swallowed and nodded. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and centering himself. He focused on the Force as he had come to sense it—the subtle hum of life that he had felt since arriving. It was all around him, a gentle current of energy that connected every living thing.
Slowly, he directed his awareness toward the small stone, easily finding it with his mind. But this time, he tried not to draw on his internal reserves, as he would with magic. Instead, he reached out, envisioning the Force flowing through him and into the stone. Once again he pushed aside his usual instinct to draw power from within and instead allowed the energy of the Force to envelop the stone, lifting it.
Several seconds passed, and then he opened his eyes. The stone was hovering at eye level, spinning slowly in the air before him.
Harry's surprise broke his concentration, and the stone fell. But before it could hit the table, he reflexively reached out, catching it with a subtle flick of his wrist. He held the stone tightly in his hand, his breath coming in quick bursts as he processed what he had just done.
Yoda's quiet chuckle filled the room. "Not so hard, was it?"
Harry stared at the stone in his hand, then back at Yoda. A smile spread across his face, genuine and relieved. "Thank you, Master Yoda. I ... I think I finally understand."
Yoda's eyes twinkled with satisfaction. "Understand more, you will, in time. But this ... a good beginning, it is."
With a nod, Harry turned, still holding the stone, and headed for the door. As he reached it, he extended his hand and, for the first time, called on the Force consciously and deliberately. The door slid open smoothly in front of him, responding to his will. He glanced back at Yoda, who was watching with a bemused smile.
"May the Force be with you, Harry Skywalker," Yoda said, his voice filled with warmth.
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Harry felt a renewed sense of purpose as he left the meditation chamber. Master Yoda's insight had not only opened his eyes to a new way of understanding the Force, but it also gave him a sense of belonging in this strange galaxy, despite how out of place he sometimes felt. With his newfound connection to the Force, Harry threw himself into his training with a fervor he hadn't known in his old life, one Hermione would have been proud of.
Within the Temple, Harry continued to push himself, often training late into the night. Master Yoda's guidance had given him a solid foundation, but he knew he still had a long way to go. Beyond just trying to improve his connection and ability to use the Force, he found that he was also spending hours in the practice rooms, working through lightsaber forms until his muscles burned and his mind felt numb from concentration. He found a particular affinity for the sixth form, Niman, which was well balanced and versatile, but most importantly it encouraged flexibility. It reminded him of the way he'd learned to think on his feet, using whatever tools were at his disposal and took advantage of his greatest strengths —traits honed during his experiences facing Voldemort and the variety of challenges he faced —his resourcefulness and adaptability.
When he wasn't practicing alone, he was often paired with other Padawans for sparring sessions. These matches were usually friendly, but competitive, each Padawan eager to prove themselves. Harry quickly earned a reputation as a challenging opponent, not because he was significantly more skilled with a lightsaber, but because of his unpredictable approach to combat. While he was hesitant to use it and reveal a secret advantage, his background in magic gave him a knack for improvisation, and he often found creative ways to turn the tide of a fight.
One day, during a particularly intense match with Jax, Harry managed to surprise his opponent by using the Force to create a sudden gust of wind, knocking Jax off balance just long enough to score a touch. Jax had laughed, shaking his head as he picked himself up. "You fight dirty, Skywalker," he said, but there was no malice in his voice, only respect.
Harry grinned, offering him a hand. "Hey, whatever works, right?"
The days that followed were filled with a relentless routine of meditation, study, and physical training. Harry found himself making up for lost time, determined to overcome the weeks he'd spent struggling to grasp even the basics of the Force. He was far from the most advanced student in the Temple, but he had a knack for catching up quickly, and the Jedi Masters began to notice. With each passing day, he found himself becoming more attuned to the energy that flowed through all things, more comfortable with the subtle push and pull that allowed him to interact with the world around him in new ways.
Despite the demanding schedule, Harry found himself enjoying much of his time in the Jedi Temple. There was a satisfaction in mastering the forms of lightsaber combat, learning to move with a grace that felt new and exciting, even after years of magical duels back on Earth. He also found himself drawn to the mental challenges, the puzzle-like nature of Force techniques that required him to focus deeply and let go of his old instincts.
But what he enjoyed most were the moments when he was partnered with other Padawans for various assignments. It was during these times that he felt a sense of camaraderie, a chance to connect with others who were training alongside him. Some of these assignments were mundane, like the time he and a Twi'lek Padawan named Tala had to prepare a presentation on the history of Nar Shaddaa. They spent hours in the Temple archives, digging through any resource they could find and listening to holo-recordings. The work had been tedious, but Harry found it interesting to hear the stories of a place so different from anything he'd known before. Tala, too, had been good company, her dry sense of humor making the long hours in the library a bit more bearable.
Other assignments, however, were far more thrilling. One of his favorites was the time he was paired with Jax, and they were sent out of the Temple with a simple but challenging task: find their masters using only the Force. It had been a test of their ability to reach out and sense the presence of others, to follow the faint trails of energy that lingered like whispers in the Force. The task took them through the bustling streets of Coruscant, from the crowded markets in the upper levels to the shadowy depths of the lower levels where the city's less savory elements thrived.
Harry and Jax had developed a friendly rivalry during their time together, each trying to outdo the other in their ability to detect the subtle disturbances in the Force that marked their masters' passing. They moved through the maze-like alleys, calling on their training to focus past the noise and chaos of the city. Harry found the challenge exhilarating, a far cry from the more rigid lessons in the Temple. It was as if each turn, each change in the flow of the Force, was a puzzle that he could unravel. When they finally tracked down their masters, Jax had given Harry a good-natured shove, admitting that Harry had found them first, and they had both shared a laugh as they headed back to the Temple together.
The more time Harry spent outside the Temple's walls, the more he found himself drawn to the dynamic, living nature of Coruscant itself. It reminded him in some ways of the freedom he'd once had exploring Hogwarts' hidden passages, and it scratched an itch he hadn't realized he'd been missing. Harry discovered that he particularly enjoyed the night patrols through the city's lower levels, which he occasionally took with Obi-Wan.
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The neon lights of Coruscant's lower levels cast long, flickering shadows that danced along the rain-slick streets. Harry pulled up the hood of his cloak as he followed Obi-Wan down a narrow alley, the air thick with the scents of oil, smoke, and the distant tang of something metallic. This part of the city was a world away from the shining halls of the Jedi Temple or even the towering spires of the upper city—a place where shadows seemed to stretch longer and the hum of speeders above barely reached. Here, the street level was a warren of crumbling buildings and hidden pathways, each corner brimming with potential danger.
Their patrols were part training exercise, part real responsibility. In this area crime was more common in these parts, and while they were not supposed to intervene unless absolutely necessary, it gave Harry a sense of purpose to be there, to see the other side of the vast city-planet and understand the lives of those who lived in the shadows of the skyscrapers.
Obi-Wan moved with an easy familiarity, his senses alert, but his posture relaxed as he led Harry through the maze-like streets. pointing out the signs of trouble and teaching Harry to use the Force to heighten his awareness in the dimly lit alleys. He would stop Harry in mid-stride, holding up a hand and challenging him to describe what he sensed—sometimes it was the faint tremor of fear from a hiding vagrant, or the faint residue of a petty thief's quick flight through the Force. At other times, it was something more mundane, like the hum of a malfunctioning droid. But Obi-Wan's lessons were always practical, designed to sharpen Harry's focus and broaden his understanding of the Force's many uses.
"The lower levels have their own rhythm, Harry," he said, glancing back over his shoulder. "It's not like the Temple, or even the upper levels. There's a lot of life here—chaotic, messy, but vibrant. It's important to understand that if you're going to learn to sense the Force amidst all the noise. However, you are learning quickly, Harry. You seem to have a natural intuition for this."
Harry nodded, doing his best to keep his senses open as they moved deeper into the undercity. He had grown better at feeling the ebb and flow of the Force, but down here, where emotions ran high and desperation lingered around every corner, it felt different. The presence of so many people—some fearful, some angry, some simply trying to survive—created a tangled web of emotions that was hard to sift through.
"Thanks, but it's ... a lot to take in," Harry admitted as they passed a group of aliens huddled around a fire, their faces lit in eerie shades of green and blue by the neon lights overhead. He could feel their weariness, the heaviness of their thoughts, but also a faint spark of hope.
Obi-Wan smiled slightly. "It is. But part of being a Jedi is learning to be a calm presence in places like this. When tensions are high, even a small act of kindness or understanding can change the outcome of a situation. That's what I want you to focus on tonight—sensing the tension before it boils over and finding a way to defuse it."
Harry took a deep breath and nodded, trying to steady himself. They walked through the winding streets, Obi-Wan subtly guiding him to places where the currents of the Force felt more disturbed—alleys where small disputes simmered, or market stalls where frustrated vendors argued over prices. It was an exercise in reading the subtle shifts in the atmosphere, recognizing where trouble might arise before it escalated.
Eventually, they came across a small market square tucked between two crumbling buildings. Here, the air was thick with the smell of street food and the sound of vendors hawking their wares. People moved quickly, most keeping their heads down, but Harry could sense the tension beneath the surface—a pressure that built with each passing moment.
Obi-Wan paused at the edge of the square and gestured with a subtle nod toward a pair of humans arguing over a damaged droid. One of them, a burly man with a shaved head, jabbed a finger into the other's chest, his voice rising in anger. The other, a thin, nervous-looking fellow, held up his hands defensively, trying to explain something that only seemed to make the first man angrier.
"Let's see how you handle this," Obi-Wan said softly, his tone light, but his eyes serious. "Go on, step in. But I'll be hear if you need me."
Harry took a deep breath and walked toward the arguing pair, trying to project the calmness he had practiced so often in the Temple. As he approached, he could feel the frustration radiating off the burly man—anger, mixed with a sense of desperation that came from feeling cheated.
"Excuse me," Harry said, keeping his voice even and firm. "Is everything all right here?"
The burly man rounded on him, his scowl deepening. "This scoundrel sold me a defective droid!" he snapped, gesturing to the smoking heap at their feet. "It broke down after one day! I want my credits back, but he's refusing!"
The thinner man held up his hands, his voice trembling. "I didn't know it was faulty! I'll make it right, but I can't afford to give all the credits back now. I need some time!"
Harry nodded slowly, reaching out with the Force to sense the emotions swirling between the two men. The anger, the fear, the desperation—it all mingled together, but he could feel the faint threads of something else beneath it, a desire from both to find a resolution without things turning violent.
"I understand that you're frustrated," Harry said, focusing on the burly man first. "And you have every right to want your credits back. But maybe there's a way to work this out without anyone getting hurt. If he's willing to repair the droid or pay you back over time, wouldn't that be better than a fight?"
The burly man hesitated, glancing back at the damaged droid. For a moment, Harry thought he might refuse, but then the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. "Fine," he grumbled. "But I want the droid fixed by the end of the week, or I'll be back … with friends."
The thinner man exhaled in relief, nodding eagerly. "Thank you, thank you—I'll make sure it's repaired properly."
Harry offered them both a small smile, sensing the situation defusing, the tension easing away like a receding tide. "Good. I'm glad you both could work this out. I'm sure it'll go better for everyone that way."
As the two men went their separate ways, Obi-Wan appeared beside Harry, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You handled that well, Harry. You listened to them, addressed their concerns, and helped them find a compromise. It's not always about waving a lightsaber around—sometimes, it's about knowing how to de-escalate."
Harry couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride at Obi-Wan's praise. "It's not so different from dealing with arguments back at Hog … home," he said with a faint grin. "Sometimes, all people need is a chance to be heard."
Obi-Wan chuckled, clapping Harry on the back. "You're learning quickly. Remember, the Force isn't just about sensing danger—it's about sensing the needs of others, too. If you can do that, you'll be a better Jedi than most. And patience can be just as valuable as intuition. Don't rush ahead when you can learn something from observing before acting."
They continued their patrol through the lower levels, helping a lost child find their way back to their parents and gently dissuading a group of teenagers from starting a scuffle outside a dilapidated bar. Harry found that, as the night went on, he could feel the currents of emotion more clearly, the subtle shifts that indicated when a situation was turning sour or when peace might hold.
As they finally turned back toward the Temple, the lights of the upper city twinkling far above, Harry felt a sense of satisfaction settle in his chest. The work they'd done tonight wasn't glamorous, but it mattered. And as Obi-Wan had taught him, it was all part of what it meant to be a Jedi.
"Well, that was a decent night's work," Obi-Wan said as they walked side by side. He glanced at Harry, a twinkle in his eye. "How about we finish with a little competition? First one back to the Temple wins?"
Harry's grin widened. "You're on," he said, feeling the thrill of the challenge spark through him.
Without another word, they took off, using the Force to leap over barriers and dart through the twisting alleys. Harry pushed himself, calling on the newfound control he had over the Force, focusing on the flow of energy around him to speed his movements. Obi-Wan was faster, but Harry had become adept at improvising—taking shortcuts, vaulting over railings, and slipping through the tight spaces that Obi-Wan had to circle around.
As they reached the final stretch, Harry put on a burst of speed, but Obi-Wan reached the Temple's outer gates just a step ahead of him, laughing breathlessly as he slowed to a stop.
"Not bad, Harry," he said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "You're getting faster."
Harry panted, a wide smile on his face despite the ache in his legs. "I'll beat you next time, just wait."
Obi-Wan chuckled, his expression warm as he looked out over the city. "I look forward to it. Now come on—let's get inside and give our report before the Masters wonder what kept us."
As they walked back into the Temple, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Tonight had been another step forward—a chance to learn, to grow, and to understand a little more about what it meant to walk the path of the Jedi. And for the first time in a long while, he felt like he might actually be finding his place in this new world.
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The following night, Harry and Obi-Wan settled into their tables with their evening meal. The low hum of distant conversation filled the dining hall, a quiet and peaceful backdrop compared to the chaos they'd navigated in the lower levels the previous night. Harry picked at his food, his mind elsewhere, while Obi-Wan ate with measured calm, his piercing gaze occasionally flicking toward his companion.
After a moment, Obi-Wan set down his utensil and leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest. "I've been noticing something," he said casually, his tone light but his expression thoughtful.
Harry looked up, startled. "Noticing what?"
Obi-Wan's lips quirked into a faint smile. "For the last couple weeks, I've been aware that you've been spending quite a bit of time near the speeder bay."
Harry stiffened, his mind scrambling for an explanation. "Oh, well, you see—"
Obi-Wan held up a hand, cutting him off gently but firmly. "No need to make excuses, Harry. I know why you've been there."
Harry froze, unsure of what to say. He half-expected a reprimand, a lecture about distraction or attachment. Instead, Obi-Wan's expression softened, and his tone carried a weight of understanding.
"Saying goodbye to a parent is never easy," Obi-Wan said quietly. "Especially at your age. That's one of the reasons the Jedi prefer to train initiates from a very young age—to avoid precisely this kind of difficulty. Attachments formed later in life are far harder to set aside."
Harry swallowed, his chest tightening. He hadn't expected Obi-Wan to bring this up. "I wasn't— I mean, I just ..." He trailed off, unsure how to finish.
Obi-Wan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Relax, Harry. I'm not criticizing you. In fact, I think it's remarkable that you've managed to adapt as well as you have. Most wouldn't have."
Harry couldn't help but grin slightly at that, though the weight in his chest remained. "It's just ... I didn't expect it to feel this hard," he admitted. "Despite only receiving a brief message that she arrived, I know Mum's safe on Naboo, and I know she made the right choice, but sometimes it feels like I should be doing more for her."
Obi-Wan nodded, his expression growing thoughtful. "It's natural to feel that way. You're not just a Padawan; you're also a son. That duality is something most Jedi don't have to contend with, but you do. And while the path of the Jedi doesn't allow for attachments in the traditional sense, I suppose I have begun to think that perhaps erasing your feelings entirely might be more difficult than it would seem."
He paused, as if weighing his words carefully. Then, leaning forward slightly, he added, "When I was younger, I struggled with my own emotions more than I'd care to admit. Although I am sure Qui-Gon was aware of my feelings, I thought, at the time, that my emotions were … well, It wasn't until later that I managed to begin to discover peace and become who I am."
Harry tilted his head, intrigued. "What changed?"
Obi-Wan hesitated, his gaze growing distant for a moment. "Well, there was a time when I ... became involved in a situation that tested my beliefs." He stopped himself, the barest flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "But that's a story for another time. What I will say is that the experience taught me the importance of acknowledging emotions without letting them rule my actions. It's not about ignoring how you feel—it's about understanding those feelings and deciding how best to act in spite of them."
Harry nodded slowly, absorbing the words. "So ... you're saying it's okay to feel things, as long as I don't let them control me?"
"Certainly not, especially if any of the other Jedi Masters were listening," Obi-Wan said with a small smile. "But I wonder if at this moment in your training, it is better for you to learn how to understand your feelings and then be able to act in spite of them. At least that seems a better option than pretending that you are completely able to ignore them." His tone grew lighter. "Though I'll admit, Master Windu might disagree with me on this."
Harry laughed softly, but Obi-Wan's words lingered. He had spent so much time trying to suppress the ache he felt when he thought about his mother, trying to convince himself it wasn't Jedi-like to care so deeply. Obi-Wan's understanding was both a relief and a revelation.
Obi-Wan leaned forward again, his tone shifting to something more serious. "That said, I'll admit something to you. I have my concerns that you will ever fully master your emotions—not in the way the Order would prefer."
Harry blinked, surprised by the bluntness of the statement. "You ... don't think I'll ever be a proper Jedi?"
"I didn't say that," Obi-Wan replied quickly, shaking his head. "You've already proven yourself capable in ways I never was at your stage of training."
Harry frowned slightly, unsure how to interpret that. "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," Obi-Wan said before pausing. "Or at least not necessarily. But it does mean you'll face challenges most Jedi won't. You'll need to learn to work with your emotions rather than against them. To let them inform your choices without letting them dominate your decisions."
Harry considered that for a long moment, then asked, "How do you manage it? Your emotions, I mean."
Obi-Wan exhaled softly, leaning back in his chair. "It's not easy. I meditate, of course, but it's more than that. I remind myself of the bigger picture—what the Jedi stand for, what we're trying to protect. It helps to focus on others rather than myself. And sometimes," he added with a wry smile, "I remind myself that the galaxy doesn't revolve around me, no matter how much it might feel that way in the moment."
Harry chuckled, feeling some of the weight in his chest ease. "I'll try to keep that in mind."
"You'll figure it out," Obi-Wan said with quiet confidence. "You've already come farther than most Padawans your age. And while I can't promise it will ever be easy, I can promise you won't be alone in facing it."
For the first time that evening, Harry felt a flicker of hope—hope that he could find a way to navigate his emotions without losing himself, that he could honor both his mother and the path of the Jedi. And, perhaps most importantly, hope that he had someone who truly believed in him.
As they finished their meal, the conversation turned lighter, with Obi-Wan sharing anecdotes from his earlier training. Harry laughed at the story of a young Obi-Wan accidentally cutting through a training dummy and nearly setting the practice room on fire.
By the time they left the dining hall, Harry felt lighter, as if a weight he hadn't even realized he was carrying had been lifted. Obi-Wan had a way of grounding him, of reminding him that while the path of the Jedi was difficult, it was also deeply rewarding.
And as they walked back toward their quarters, Obi-Wan's parting words lingered in Harry's mind: "Never let your emotions master you, Harry. But perhaps there's a balance to be found—and I believe you'll find it."
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Story Note 1 – And looks like Yoda is aware of magic, during my research found mention of Gungan magic and latched onto the idea that there might be other forms of magic in the Star Wars universe that are separate things from the Force (unlike the Night Witches or the Brendok coven) and that while not necessarily being the same as the magic that Harry learned before could be evidence of the potential existence of other 'forces' or abilities in the universe. Beyond that I felt the internal vs external description fit the differences between the two and would help differentiate the two of them. Beyond this they will help provide circumstances where one will be a significantly better option than the other one. Although, while I understand that there might be strong opinions on this I look forward to hearing your takes.
Story Note 2 – Really put a lot of time into writing little parts of his training showing his growth. And I want to show little snippets of his training/development going forward. That being said I really enjoyed their trip to the undercity. Was a fun bit of writing!
Story Note 3 – The conversation with Obi-Wan at the end was an extremely important conversation! And while certainly I doubt something like this ever happened in canon I do not believe it was very far out of character for Obi-Wan. Personally I have written this as I feel that despite his firm belief in the order Obi-Wan himself would be a very understanding master and would work with his padawan to bring out the best in him. And potentially Harry being less of a child (more mature than Anakin had been) combined with the fact that he was not on some level dealing with the loss of his master made him more aware that Harry still had strong emotions that needed to be addressed, not simply ignored, which felt like such a flaw in the Jedi training of Anakin. Despite obviously my beliefs that not all emotions are bad, trying to get Anakin to just ignore his emotions without understanding that they were there and trying to work with him was obviously in hindsight a really bad decision for the Jedi.
Story Note 4 – I know there was a lot of feedback for Yoda to become Harry's master and in the end the decision was between Obi-Wan and Yoda. However, in the end Obi-Wan won out mainly due to the fact that I believed Yoda wouldn't be able to relate in the way Harry needed. That being said … Yoda will certainly take on more of an active role in his training that previously. And while not a co-master, will certainly have more mentoring opportunities going forward. And who knows … maybe Yoda will learn something from Harry …
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leiderruiz200719, EP, Vuduman5, Halfrican18, healeroffates, starboy454 - Thanks so much for the review and I hope you continue enjoying the story!
scyfly - I couldn't agree more, however part of his decision was knowing that the training might be intense and this was his mother's choice. So this was Harry knowing that this was more of a see you later rather than a goodbye.
tanis19 - Thanks! I had actually just ended up playing it shortly before I started sharing my writing. Mind blown! I know its a pretty old game and I'm not much of a gamer despite my brother trying to make me one. Haha but I thought it was so good! I'd have a feeling he might be around ...
DS2010 - Haha I thought Harry would be like ummmm ok ... hope this chapter was handled well. And I definitely agree while Obi-Wan certainly shall be the biggest influence going forward Harry will certainly still get input from the others.
Mighty Ares - I really appreciate the feedback. Haha that's a good catch!
astiyen1 - I'm so glad you are enjoying it! Haha oops sorry for that cliffhanger. Hope this follow-up was a worthwhile followup! Look forward to all your feeback going forward!
Jostanos - Haha I loved picturing it as I was writing it! As for your third note ... certainly seems like you and I were along the same wavelength. The lightsaber reveal is still a couple chapters away but I really hope it is well received! Weekly releases so hope you enjoy it!
Andrew Lee Houghton - Apparently he's certainly heard of it! Wanted to use that as a way to introduce the fact that magic and the force are certainly both seperate forces in this galaxy. Will certainly look more into this going forward.
stars90 - The little guy seems to be a font of wisdom!
Gwynx - That's totally fair. I had tried several different ways but this one felt the most natural and honored both his past and his present.
LoveSpock - I try to avoid the cliffhangers but sometimes they just fit so perfectly! I guess we shall see whats in store!
Cameron1812 - Thanks! Really been enjoying writing the training scenes. Can't wait until Harry gets into his first actual lightsaber fight! How was the chapter handled?
Darkalucard2022 - Will certainly get into more specifics on which form Harry will eventually settle on. But I imagine that before they start focusing on the forms there is a lot of basic skills that need to be taught.
Monkey D. Conan, Dant3 - That was a really good guess!
WhiteElfElder - Just because 'magic' was usually associated with dark-siders doesn't mean Yoda who seems incredibly knowledgeable wouldn't have heard something. Also the Jedi archives is full of knowledge and everyone knows that if it isn't in the archives ... than it doesn't exist.
FicTIuNFaN - I guess we will see what's in store!
the traveler90 - This was the start of the scenario and will certainly be looked into more. However, just a brief mention not fully looking into the dark-side examples. Just mentions.