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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the guest room in the Jedi Temple, gently waking Harry from his sleep. He stretched, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing in his chest. He still couldn't believe that he had been accepted to be trained as a Jedi, a prospect that still felt surreal despite all that had happened, and was looking forward to seeing what that would involve, but more immediately he was excited at the opportunity to join Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan on the trip to Naboo. True to their word from the previous night, the Jedi arrived within thirty minutes of him waking up and arrived to take him to the landing pad where their ship awaited.

When his mother, had opened the door, they found the two Jedi waiting for them. Qui-Gon greeted Shmi warmly and then turned to Harry with a calm smile.

"Are you ready, young Skywalker?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice steady and reassuring.

Harry nodded eagerly, his nerves calming in the presence of the Jedi Master. But before he could leave, Shmi stepped forward and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Her grip was gentle but firm. Her voice was soft yet tinged with concern as she looked up at Qui-Gon, her eyes pleading. "Please, promise me again that you'll look after him, Master Jedi."

Qui-Gon bowed his head respectfully. "I promise, Shmi. Harry will be in good hands. I will watch over him as if he were my own."

Shmi studied him for a moment, then nodded, her grip loosening on Harry's shoulder. "Alright," she said, though her voice wavered. She knelt down and gave Harry one last embrace. "Take care of yourself, Harry. And remember, as hard as you might find it, listen to Master Qui-Gon and no unnecessary risks."

"I will, Mom," Harry replied, his voice muffled as he hugged her back. "I'm sure this will be a quick and easy trip and I'll be back as soon as I can."

With one last wave to his mother, Harry followed Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan through the temple before reaching their waiting speeder. Taking off, Harry excitedly watched as the city planet of Coruscant whizzed by in a blur of towering buildings and endless skylanes as they made their way to grab breakfast at a place Obi-Wan had found shortly after becoming a padawan: Dex's Diner.

Dex's Diner was a bustling, colorful spot located in the industrial district of Coruscant, on the way to their desination. As they entered, the smell of fried food, spices, and caf wafted through the air. Even though he'd certainly spent a fair bit of time in cantinas on Tatooine, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of various species seated at tables, sharing stories, laughing, and eating hearty breakfasts.

Dex, the massive Besalisk who ran the diner, waved a meaty arm as they entered. "Hey, Obi-Wan! Back so soon, huh? Must be the charm of my cooking."

Obi-Wan chuckled and waved back. "Couldn't leave Coruscant with my master without stopping by for breakfast."

Dex's eyes landed on Harry, and the big Besalisk grinned. "And who's this youngling? He looks like a half starved Junopo calf."

Harry smiled, feeling the warm, friendly atmosphere immediately. "I'm Harry Skywalker," he said, shaking one of Dex's enormous hands.

"Skywalker, eh? Well, welcome to the best diner in the galaxy, kid. Hope you're hungry."

They settled in at a booth, and Harry eagerly ordered a plate of something that resembled eggs and a strange purple fruit. As he ate, he couldn't help but notice the lively conversations around him, and how different this place was from the strict, orderly atmosphere of the Jedi Temple.

After their meal, Dex gave them a friendly farewell, and they climbed back into the speeder, heading toward the ship that would take them off Coruscant. It didn't take long for them to reach the landing pad, and Harry felt a sense of déjà vu as he spotted the same Nubian starship that had brought him here from Tatooine.

Once on board, Harry and the Jedi were directed to their previous rooms, just as before. Harry dropped his bag on the bed and took a moment to absorb the quietness of the ship. Other than the lack of his mother, it was the same as it had been when they first traveled to Coruscant, but somehow everything felt different.

Harry was storing his clothing into one of the cubicles when one of the Queen's guards came to grab Qui-Gon mentioning that the Queen requested his presence while they were taking off to start discussing plans.

A few hours into the journey, Harry found himself wandering the ship, eventually making his way to the galley. He was in the middle of grabbing a snack—a small biscuit that tasted oddly sweet—when the door slid open and Padmé entered the room.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she walked over with a graceful smile. "Harry, there you are. I was hoping I'd run into you."

"Hey, Padmé," Harry greeted her warmly.

"I wanted to congratulate you," she said, her voice genuine. "Qui-Gon told the Queen during their meeting that the Jedi have accepted you for training. Although I have to admit I wasn't surprised, I knew from the moment I met you on Tatooine that you had a bright future ahead of you."

Harry smiled, feeling a rush of pride and gratitude. "Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you. I'm excited, but ... also a bit nervous, I guess."

Padmé nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I can't imagine it'll be easy but the things worth doing are worth that extra effort. The Jedi Council is lucky to have someone like you. I have no doubt you'll become a great Jedi someday."

Harry's cheeks warmed at the compliment, but he appreciated the sincerity in her words. "Thanks. I'll do my best."

There was a brief pause before Padmé continued, her tone becoming more apologetic. "I also wanted to apologize that I didn't get a chance to spend any time with you on Coruscant. Between the Queen's schedule and your meetings with the Jedi, there just wasn't the time."

Harry smiled softly and shrugged. "I can only imagine how busy your schedule was. The schedule of a Queen seeking aide must have been strenuous."

Padmé's expression shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of something in her eyes. Harry noticed the subtle change in her posture, the way she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

"Of course," she said, her voice measured. "I was occupied with the Queen's duties. There wasn't much time for anything else."

Harry held her gaze for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "Yes, I can imagine. But I did appreciate that you made time to talk with me in the Senate building. I enjoyed our conversation."

For several seconds, Padmé stared at him in silence, her eyes searching his face. Then, slowly, she unfolded her arms and shifted her stance, something more authoritative creeping into her posture. "How long have you known?" she asked, her voice now firmer, more direct. "That I'm the Queen?"

Harry grinned, feeling a small victory in her words. "I only figured or at least suspected that I figured it out last night," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think I was too distracted with everything—being accepted to start Jedi training and all that. But honestly, you're just really good at it. The makeup and outfits help, sure, but you've really mastered the different mannerisms. It wasn't until we talked in private and was talking to the Queen in the Senate building, that I got the same feeling I had when I had been talking to you during the trip from Tatooine."

Padmé's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, there was silence between them. Finally, she let out a small laugh and shook her head. "Is that a Jedi thing?" she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and curiosity

Harry shrugged his shoulders, meeting Padmé's curious gaze. "I'm not really sure," he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe it's a Jedi thing, or maybe it's just a me thing."

Padmé chuckled, her expression light but intrigued. After a brief pause, Harry added with a playful glint in his eyes, "Plus, I noticed something else. When you got super interested when we were chatting about the Senate, I noticed something that I recognized that you did back on Tatooine after the race—and then again on the way to Coruscant when we talked about the Force."

Padmé raised her eyebrows, curious. "Oh? And what exactly did I do?"

Harry leaned back, smiling mischievously. "You scrunched your nose a little."

Padmé stared at him, her mouth dropping open in shock. "I … absolutely … do … not … scrunch … my … nose!" she protested, shaking her head vigorously in disbelief.

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter. Bowing slightly in mock apology, he said, "I apologize, Your Majesty, but it's the truth. Don't worry, though. For what it's worth, I'm sure most people would find it ... cute."

Her mouth dropped open again, this time in playful indignation, before she reached for something nearby. Before Harry could register what was happening, she grabbed a small bun from a nearby basket and hurled it at him with surprising accuracy.

The bun bounced off the side of his head before he could react—faster than any Quidditch or Jedi reflex he had, catching him completely off guard. He blinked in surprise, and then both of them burst into laughter.

"You deserved that!" Padmé said, giggling as she playfully pointed at him. Harry rubbed the spot on his head, still grinning, and the tension between them dissolved.

Padmé chuckled again, her posture relaxing once more. "Well, you're certainly observant, Harry Skywalker."

They shared a warm smile, and Harry felt a sense of freindship between them. Even though Padmé was a Queen, there was something about her that felt grounded and real, and Harry admired that.

"Just don't tell anyone," Padmé added playfully, her eyes twinkling.

"Your secret's safe with me," Harry promised with a wink.

As Padmé left the galley, Harry couldn't help but feel like he had made a true friend. And perhaps, in this strange new world of Jedi and galactic politics, that was something even more valuable than he realized.

Later, after his conversation with Padmé, Qui-Gon found Harry in one of the quieter corridors of the ship. The Jedi Master's presence was always calming, and Harry could sense that Qui-Gon had something important to discuss.

"I've just spoken with the Jedi Council to give them an update on our planning at this stage," Qui-Gon began, his tone gentle but serious. "And just wanted to go over the fact that although they've accepted you for training, I must clarify something. I am not yet officially your master. Even though, I had specifically requested it before leaving. However, the Council has not yet made a final decision. In the meantime, I'm still not formally allowed to begin your education as a Jedi."

Harry frowned, unsure of what this meant for him. "So ... what does that mean for me?"

"It means," Qui-Gon continued with a reassuring smile, "that while I can't train you formally, I can still teach you many things that are publicly available to anyone interested in the Jedi Order. Just as I did on our trip from Tatooine to Coruscant."

Harry felt a small wave of relief. "So, like meditation exercises and things like that?"

"Exactly," Qui-Gon confirmed. "As we had talked about before, meditation is one of the most important skills for any Jedi, especially when starting out. It helps with focus, allowing you to connect with the Force and sustain that connection. It also helps manage emotions—particularly important for those who are more susceptible to them. Something that may be the case with you as you are significantly older than most who began the journey to become a Jedi."

Over the next few days of their journey, Harry spent much of his time in meditation sessions with Qui-Gon, each one more intense than the previous one. At first, it was difficult—his mind would race, filled with thoughts of the future, of what lay ahead on Naboo, and of his mother back on Coruscant. But as the days passed, Harry found that the exercises brought him an unexpected sense of peace. The more he meditated, the more he felt he was beginning to connect or at least feel the Force, and the more he understood its flow.

When Harry wasn't meditating, he spent time with Obi-Wan Kenobi. At first, Obi-Wan had been more distant, still adjusting to the idea of Harry being accepted into the Jedi Order. But as the days went by, Obi-Wan warmed up to him. Obi-Wan had a dry sense of humor that Harry quickly grew to appreciate. Their conversations were often light, though sometimes Obi-Wan would offer small insights from his own Jedi training, things to focus on or be aware of, and without fail Harry took note.

One evening, after a meditation session with the two Jedi, Harry found himself sitting with Obi-Wan in the ship's common area. They talked about all sorts of things—Jedi philosophy, the Force, and even their past experiences. Harry realized that Obi-Wan was not just a friend, but even though they had been relatively close in age before Harry woke up on Tatooine, he realized that he was someone he could look up to. He started to see him as an older brother, someone who could help guide him.

It reminded him of Ron's relationship with his brothers back in the wizarding world, though with an added layer of respect. Harry admired Obi-Wan's calm demeanor, his discipline, and his loyalty to his beliefs. And while their bond wasn't as carefree as the one Ron had shared with his brothers, Harry felt that it was still comforting and he appreciated that dynamic, and in the end it made the long journey feel less daunting.

The mood aboard the ship remained calm, but the impending conflict on Naboo that they were approaching loomed over everyone's minds. Harry couldn't help but overhear conversations between the Queen's guards and pilots, who repeatedly voiced their concerns about the dangers they were heading into. Some warned the Queen that her decisions were risky and that the likelihood of her being captured was far greater than the chances of liberating her people.

Despite the warnings, she remained steadfast, her resolve unwavering. It reminded Harry of the Gryffindor courage he had seen in so many of his friends back at Hogwarts, especially Hermione and Ron. He admired that about her, but it didn't erase the gnawing worry in the pit of his stomach.

One evening, as Harry sat in the common area of the ship, deep in thought, Qui-Gon approached him.

"You've made great progress with your meditations, Harry," Qui-Gon said, sitting beside him. "The Force flows through you strongly. I can sense it."

Harry smiled, feeling a sense of pride. "It's thanks to your guidance, Master Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly. "I'm not your master yet, but I appreciate the sentiment. And I must say, you've handled everything remarkably well, especially given how quickly your life has changed."

Harry nodded, thinking back to everything that had happened since he arrived in this galaxy. "It's strange," he admitted. "I thought I'd feel more ... out of place. But being around you, Obi-Wan, and even Padmé, it's starting to feel more like home."

Qui-Gon placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, his expression kind. "The Force has a way of guiding us to where we need to be, even if we don't understand it at first. Trust in it, and you will always find your way."

Harry looked out at the stars through the viewport, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over him. He was ready for whatever came next, including whatever they were about to encounter on Naboo or in his future as a Jedi.

Harry stood quietly in the corner of the Queen's chamber, listening intently as Queen Amidala and her advisors discussed their impending arrival on Naboo. Qui-Gon had granted him permission to attend these meetings. And since he had little else to do, he attended each session although he mostly just sat, listened, and watched.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on everyone, especially Queen Amidala. Harry could see it in her eyes—the knowledge that the suffering of her people rested on her shoulders. However, despite that knowledge she managed to maintain a calm exterior, although Harry couldn't help but admire the fire that he saw within her, the motivation to help those in need and to take back what was hers. A sentiment he felt was shared with most of the others in the room.

However, this admiration did not stop others from voicing their doubts.

But that admiration turned to frustration whenever Captain Panaka voiced his doubts.

"I'm not sure this is the right move, Your Highness," Panaka said, standing rigidly beside the Queen. "The Trade Federation's forces outnumber us greatly. Even if we manage to reach the palace, there's no guarantee we'll be able to free your people before you are captured and your capture certainly does nothing for the cause."

Padmé's jaw tightened, but she kept her composure. Harry could see how much she wanted to argue, to lash out at the doubts being placed on her leadership, but she remained steadfast.

Qui-Gon, as always, was calm but firm. "As Jedi, we are neutral in this conflict. Our mandate is to protect you, Your Highness, and ensure your safety. However, we cannot lead your forces in battle."

The statement stung Harry. On some level, he understood the Jedi's position, but it felt wrong to remain passive in the face of such injustice. He thought about his own world, how far had Voldemort managed to get simply because there were those who chose to watch without acting. Certainly there were times when standing on the sidelines simply wasn't an option. How many times had he thrown himself into the fray, whether it was facing Voldemort or saving his friends?

Before he could stop himself, Harry spoke up looking right at Qui-Gon. "But if the Queen were to be involved in a situation, the Jedi would be allowed to protect her, right?"

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Harry. Padmé's lips curled into a faint smile, her appreciation for his observation clear. Qui-Gon, however, paused, his expression thoughtful before he gave a slow nod. "That is technically correct, Harry," he said. "But we must be careful not to overstep. Any overt interference could lead to political fallout for the Jedi Order."

Harry lowered his gaze, but Padmé's smile reassured him that she appreciated his support, even if it was only one small win against an honestly daunting challenge.

After the ship landed on Naboo, Harry watched as the Queen's small contingent of soldiers went out to scout the surrounding areas and bring whatever information that they could. When they returned, the Queen was happy to hear they had made contact with a small group of loyalists who had formed an underground resistance and would be able to help. However, the rest of the news was significantly less promising as the sheer amount of droids that were occupying the planet and relatively complete capture of the armed forces. In the end, it took the Queen just over ten minutes to decide to find the Gungans who seemed to have avoided notice by the droids so far and form an alliance.

As, Harry followed the group as they made their way through the lush forests of Naboo. He was impressed with how Padmé led them. Despite her youth, she carried herself with the poise of someone who had been leading for years and her resolve was unshakable. Her people trusted her, and Harry could see why. She wasn't just their ruler—she was one of them, willing to fight for their freedom.

When they finally found the Gungans, Harry was skeptical at first. Their leader, Boss Nass, didn't seem interested in helping the Queen's cause. His stubbornness reminded Harry of some of the more bullheaded wizards he had dealt with back at Hogwarts. But while he had been impressed by her ability to get her own people to implicitly trust her, he was downright shocked as he watched her manage to convince them that fighting back together was in both their best interests. He had only known her for a short time, but in that moment, he realized that Padmé was not just a figurehead. She was a true leader.

As they prepared for the attack to free Naboo, Harry was permitted to attend another strategy meeting. The air in the room was tense, the stakes higher than ever. Padmé outlined her plan to liberate the city, using both the Gungan forces and her small resistance group that had slowly been filtering into the camp.

"A small group of us, consisting mostly of pilots will sneak into the city and from there we'll make our way to the hanger. After liberating the handful of our ships, we'll send them to target the Trade Federation's control ship in orbit above the city," she said, her tone decisive. "If we can disable it, we'll be able to stop their droid army."

Harry, who had been quietly listening until now, couldn't shake a nagging feeling. He raised his hand slightly, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts. "Excuse me," he said, and Padmé turned her attention to him, nodding for him to continue.

"I was talking to one of the pilots on our way here about the control ship," Harry explained, "and it seems to me that it's too big of a target for just a handful of ships. Not only will it likely have it's own defenses, how much damage will the handful of ships need to do before it is disabled. I don't think it'll be enough."

A few of the pilots in the room exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. One of them spoke up, "He's right. A control ship that size will certainly be protected. And if we were lucky enough to get through that unharmed, we'd need a lot of luck to land a hit, and even then, there's no guarantee it would be enough."

Padmé frowned, looking thoughtfully between Harry and the pilots. Captain Panaka, however, looked less than pleased. He started to interject, "With all due respect, Your Highness, we can't just take the word of a—"

But Padmé raised her hand, stopping him. She nodded for Harry to continue. "What do you suggest, Harry?"

Feeling a bit more confident now, Harry took a deep breath. "I mean no disrespect, but it seems like too much of a long shot and unless they got lucky it would amount to nothing more than throwing away lives. What if, instead of sending the ships to target the control ship, you sent them to support the Gungan army and your resistance fighters? They could focus on taking out the Trade Federation's heavy weapons. The ships are fast, and they should be able to fight in the atmosphere as well. It would give your forces a better chance on the ground."

He paused, watching as the room processed his words. "And then, since that would create a bigger distraction, you could use the group that helped the pilots get to their ship to capture Nute Gunray. From what you've been describing, he doesn't seem like the type to sacrifice himself. If you can capture him, I don't imagine it would be very hard to convince him to order the droids to stand down."

The room was silent for several long seconds. Harry could feel the weight of everyone's stares, but he stood his ground. He wasn't a military strategist, but his gut told him that the original plan was too risky and relied too much on luck.

Slowly, heads began to nod. One of the pilots spoke up again, "It's not a bad idea. While we might have success against the control ship as our ships are faster, they would certainly be more effective against ground targets and add to the distraction, and taking out the leadership would have the same effect as disabling the control ship."

Padmé exchanged a glance with Qui-Gon, who after a second smiled faintly and nodded. "Harry's suggestion has merit," Qui-Gon said. "It would minimize casualties and target the source of the conflict."

They both looked to Harry who shrugged, "Back home we have a saying: cut the head off the snake and the body dies."

The Queen looked at Harry, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Cut off the head of the snake?" she repeated slowly to herself, her tone thoughtful as she began nodding.

Captain Panaka looked less convinced, but after seeing the support from the others in the room, he sighed and gave a reluctant nod. "It could work. We'll need to adjust our forces accordingly. If there is air support the last thing we want is for collateral damage, but if they focused on the heavy weapons … it should work."

Padmé turned to Harry, her smile widening. "Thank you, Harry. Your insight is invaluable."

Harry blushed slightly, nodding in appreciation. "Just trying to help," he said quietly, though inside, he felt a growing sense of responsibility. This wasn't just about becoming a Jedi anymore. He was a part of something bigger—a fight for freedom, for justice.

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Story Note 1 – The council deciding to accept Harry for training, results in skipping a whole bunch of unnecessary drama between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan that was in the book (after Qui-Gon said that Obi-Wan was ready for his trials). Thankfully the movie wisely realized that drama added exactly nothing to the story and removed it. I guess we will see who becomes Harry's master. Any guesses? (I will put a vote up to get feedback)

Story Note 2 – Harry realizing that Padmé was the Queen, happened off screen right after the last chapter. Originally I had an entire sequence written about Harry being in a conversation with his mother before having one of those smack forehead realization moments as he figured it out. But in the end (much like the Obi-Wan–Qui-Gon drama) it didn't add anything and like the idea more of the author realizing that Harry had figured it out at the same time the Queen did.

Story Note 3 – Will bounce back and forth between using Queen Amidala and Padmé (until her term as Queen ends). Usually, Queen Amidala will be when here is more of a formal interaction or when others are primarily interacting with her. And will use Padmé when Harry is leading the interaction or it is more of an intimate moment. However, willing to accept feedback on this. Does that work? Do you all prefer one way or the other, or is there an alternative. Thanks!

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starboy454, cameron1812, Ep, Drakena, Guest x 3 - Thanks so much for the feedback and I am glad you are enjoying the story so far!

DS2010 - Well we shall soon find out! I certainly got the feeling when trying to write a canon faithful Maul that he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he thought he might be able to justify it.

Odin Haraldson - Love the feedback! I guess we shall find out shortly. But if I was a betting person I would imagine that Ventress might pop up. One could only hope a better future was in store for her, although she was a pretty good antagonist ... I guess we shall see!

ZaneT69 - Those are really good points and for what its worth I think Harry will end up pushing himself with respect to both his understanding of the force and his lightsaber techniques. So shall be interesting to see what's in store for him!

Drakena - Harry Skywalker.

WhiteElfElder - I would imagine you might be onto something. Being that focused and 'bloodthirsty' would certainly leave blindspots that might be taken advantage of ... if I was to guess.

EricFreak - I would imagine you are correct! Events are about to start diverging!

delphinous - I guess we shall see but while one can hope Qui-Gon survives I guess we see. Is his death a canon event or can it be changed ...