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Ahead, the walkways of the enormous industrial room stretched out like the arms of a giant spider's web, suspended above a seemingly bottomless pit. The hum of power radiated through the room, vibrating up through the metal floor and filling the air with a low, thrumming noise.

Across the room, barely visible across the distance of the chamber, he spotted Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the Sith Lord. They were engaged in a deadly dance, lightsabers flashing and twirling with lethal precision. The red blades of the Sith slashed through the air seemingly twice as fast as either Qui-Gon's or Obi-Wan's, crackling with each deflected strike.

Harry broke into a run, his footsteps reverberating off the metal floor of the catwalk as he sprinted toward the combatants. But despite the foreign surroundings, despite the tension coiling in his chest, one thought pulsed in his mind, clear and certain: He had to save Qui-Gon.

The fighting raged ahead, Darth Maul a blur of dark motion as he expertly parried and attacked, pushing both Jedi back. Harry pushed himself to move faster, but the distance seemed vast, the catwalk stretching endlessly before him. Unsure whether it was the Jedi pushing the Sith or the Sith leading the Jedi, they slowly were making their ways to a corridor that had force fields down the length of it.

By the time Harry finally made his way across the catwalk, the energy barriers in the corridor ahead activated with a loud hum, trapping the three combatants. Harry skidded to a halt as the last field went up, cutting him off from the action. The translucent blue walls of energy crackled, impenetrable, left all three in separate segments. While Qui-Gon and Darth Maul seemed more relaxed, Obi-Wan was stuck several segments behind the others, pacing in frustration as he tried to will his way through, but it was no use.

Panic surged through Harry as he stared helplessly at the energy fields, realizing that he would never be able to catch up to them now and the hum of the reactors and force fields would drown out any attempts to call out to them.

He frantically looked around, searching for something—anything—that could help him shut down the force fields. But there were no obvious controls, no way to disrupt the energy walls.

Harry tried not to panic, forcing himself to think through the problem. Then, off to the side, he caught sight of a small vent, barely noticeable among the pipes and cables lining the walls. He dropped to his knees and peered inside, squinting to see where it might lead. It angled slightly upward, but it appeared to run parallel to the corridor that the Jedi and the Sith were currently trapped in. It might just get him close enough to help.

Making up his mind, Harry pried open the vent cover with a sharp tug. The metal groaned as it gave way and Harry quickly shoved it aside before crouching down and squeezing himself into the tight space. The air inside was hot, filled with the scent of metal and ozone. He shimmied along, the cramped metal walls pressing against his shoulders and hips. More than once, he cursed under his breath at the tight fit, frustration and urgency mounting with every second he spent wriggling through the narrow passage.

His progress was slow, the sharp metal edges scraping against his robes and skin as he crawled. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles ached from the strain. But he pressed on, fueled by the urgency of the situation. He kept moving. He couldn't afford to be too late. Qui-Gon's life depended on it.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity but in reality was likely only a minute, the vent widened slightly, and he reached the upper grate. He peered out through the slats, recognizing the chamber below from his vision—the circular chamber with a central hole in the floor. His breath caught when he saw that Qui-Gon and Maul had just entered the space, their lightsabers already clashing furiously.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched the two combatants exchange blows. The Sith was relentless, his twin red blades spinning with lethal precision. Qui-Gon was struggling now, his movements slower, more labored. The weariness in the Jedi Master's eyes was unmistakable.

Harry had to act quickly. He braced himself and shoved against the vent cover, trying to push it loose. The metal creaked under his weight, but it didn't budge. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, his muscles straining as he put all his weight into it. In the end it took three solid shoves before the cover finally gave way and popper free with a loud clatter, dropping down and bouncing off the metal floor before disappearing into the central hole, disappearing into the darkness below. For a moment, he froze, heart pounding, fearing that the noise had given him away. But the combatants seemed too focused on each other, too absorbed in their fight, to notice the disturbance.

Looking back up he felt his blood run cold.

Darth Maul was circling Qui-Gon now, his yellow eyes gleaming. The Sith seemed to be moving faster if possible, his blades a blur of red light as he advanced on the Jedi Master. Qui-Gon was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his brow as he parried Maul's strikes. But Harry could see it—the slight falter in Qui-Gon's movements, the momentary hesitation that wasn't there before.

And then Harry saw it. The move he had been dreading, the moment from his vision. Darth Maul feinted to the left, drawing Qui-Gon's guard high, and then spun low, sweeping his lightsaber up in a deadly arc aimed directly at Qui-Gon's midsection.

His eyes shot open in concern, recognizing the attack that had haunted his vision—the move that would kill Qui-Gon Jinn. Harry's hands moved with frantic speed, pulling free the blaster he had tucked into his robes. He leaned out of the vent as much as he dared, straining to get a clear line of sight. He saw Maul's red-bladed lightsaber darting forward, the tip less than a foot from Qui-Gon's chest.

Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into eternity as Harry aimed. He squeezed the trigger, releasing a bolt of red energy that streaked through the air toward the Sith's unprotected side.

Harry held his breath as the bolt closed in, praying that it would hit true. But at the last moment, Maul's head jerked to the side, his yellow eyes glinting with dark amusement. He twisted, pulling back his lightsaber from Qui-Gon's chest to intercept the incoming shot. The Sith's blade moved with confidence, deflecting the bolt back toward its source—toward Harry.

The hopeful look vanished from Harry's face, replaced by one of concern as he realized the blaster bolt was heading straight for him. He squirmed, trying to duck out of the way, but in his desperation, he lost his balance and tumbled out of the vent.

He fell through the air, the chamber spinning around him as he plummeted ten feet to the metal floor below.

As he fell, he saw Qui-Gon turning, his eyes widening in confusion. "Harry?" the Jedi Master muttered, momentarily freezing. Qui-Gon took a half-step back, clearly surprised to see the boy here, but that hesitation was enough for Maul. The Sith Lord, a vicious gleam in his yellow eyes, saw his opening.

Harry's stomach twisted with fear as Maul, taking advantage of Qui-Gon's brief distraction, lunged forward with a vicious diagonal strike. His red blade sliced from Qui-Gon's shoulder to his waist, and though the Jedi had moved just enough to avoid being cleaved in two, Qui-Gon let out a brief cry of pain before collapsing to the ground, his body unmoving.

Then Harry hit the ground, back first, pain exploding through his body as the impact drove the air from his lungs. He gasped, struggling to catch his breath as his vision swam with bright spots.

The next thing he saw, as his vision began to clear, was Maul's face. The Sith loomed over him, grinning with vicious satisfaction.

"So, you are the one I was warned about," Maul hissed, his voice a cold rasp that sent a shiver through Harry. "Now, my master would have preferred if you didn't come to harm ... but in the heat of battle, sometimes death is an unavoidable outcome."

Maul's grin widened into a predatory smile, and he raised his double-bladed lightsaber high. Harry struggled to move, to find some way to defend himself, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. The red blade descended toward him in a deadly arc.

But just inches above Harry's face, the lightsaber came to an abrupt halt.

Harry blinked, eyes wide in shock. The red blade had stopped inches above his face, held in place … by a blue lightsaber.

Obi-Wan had arrived.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Obi-Wan Kenobi, sweat-streaked and determined. The young Jedi's face was contorted with rage and desperation as he held Maul at bay.

Maul's eyes narrowed with irritation, his lips twisting into a snarl. He slammed his elbow sideways into Obi-Wan's chest, driving him back a few steps. The two combatants squared off, and in an instant, the room erupted into a vicious duel.

Harry struggled to push himself up, wincing as pain shot through his back again. He forced himself to sit up, clutching his side as he watched the duel unfold before him. Obi-Wan and Maul were locked in a fierce contest, their blades clashing with such intensity that sparks flew with each impact. But Maul was unrelenting, his attacks brutal and overwhelming, driving Obi-Wan back step by step.

"No …" Harry whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't just sit here and watch Maul defeat another Jedi.

Harry watched the duel continue to unfold, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to push through the pain in his back and rise to his feet. He leaned heavily against the wall, the harsh lights and echoes of the reactor chamber mixing with the crackle of lightsabers clashing. In front of him, Obi-Wan was fighting for his life, but even to Harry's untrained eye, it was clear the young Jedi was being overpowered. Darth Maul's relentless strikes drove Obi-Wan back, his double-bladed lightsaber spinning like a deadly whirlwind, while Obi-Wan barely managed to parry the furious attacks.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he realized how outmatched Obi-Wan was. He could see the desperation in the Jedi's movements, each block and counter growing more strained as Maul pressed him harder and harder. Just as Harry managed to steady himself, he saw Maul shift strategies and bring his entire lightsaber hilt up sharply. The center of the hilt clipped Obi-Wan on the chin with a sickening thud, causing him to stumble back, momentarily dazed.

"Obi-Wan!" Harry shouted, his voice raw, but his cry was lost in the chaos of the chamber. He watched in horror as Maul took advantage of Obi-Wan's disorientation, kicking him backward with a brutal strike to the chest. Obi-Wan flew through the air, his lightsaber slipping from his grip as he tumbled over the edge of the gaping hole in the center of the room.

"No!" Harry screamed again, his voice hoarse. For a moment, he feared that Obi-Wan would disappear into the darkness below. But just as it seemed certain that he would fall, Obi-Wan's hand shot out, managing to grab onto a pipe sticking out from the other side of the hole. He dangled there, struggling to pull himself up, his body straining with the effort.

Darth Maul, noticing Obi-Wan's precarious position, began to stride along the edge of the hole, his red lightsaber casting an eerie glow across the chasm as he looked down at the Jedi. The Sith's expression twisted into a sadistic grin, clearly relishing the advantage of the higher ground.

Harry's mind raced. He had to do something, but he didn't know what. He couldn't just watch as Maul prepared to strike down Obi-Wan. Without thinking, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hey, ugly! Over here!" He then bent down grabbed a piece of debris that had come lose in the battle and threw it towards Darth Maul.

Maul stopped abruptly, his head snapping toward Harry, as he reached out and grabbed the piece of debris with his bare hand. His grin faded, replaced by a look of pure, burning anger. Harry froze as Maul's yellow eyes locked onto him, realizing too late that he hadn't fully thought through his plan. He took an involuntary step back as Maul began to stalk toward him, raising his lightsaber threateningly.

As Maul closed the distance, Harry's heart hammered in his chest, but he forced himself to raise his hand, gathering every bit of focus he could muster. He called on his magic and thrust his hand forward, releasing a cutting curse with a flick of his fingers.

A jagged jet of silver light shot from Harry's outstretched palm, racing toward Maul. It moved too fast for the Sith to dodge, but at the last moment, Maul's lightsaber came up, intercepting the curse with a brilliant flash. Even as the impact seemed to push the Sith back several steps, the redirected spell ricocheted off the red blade, scorching a deep gash into the wall behind Maul.

Harry stumbled backward in surprise, his face pale, his breath catching in his throat. The surge of adrenaline that had carried him this far began to ebb, replaced by a wave of panic. Maul was unharmed, and now the Sith knew he was a real threat.

But instead of attacking immediately, Maul paused, his expression shifting from anger to curiosity. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he studied Harry with newfound interest. "Hmm … You are a threat, as my master predicted," Maul said, his voice low and dangerous. He turned his lightsaber in his hand, the blade humming menacingly. "I hadn't even sensed that attack coming through the Force …"

He took a step closer, the glow of his blade casting a red hue over Harry's face. "But as much as my master would love to study and understand this power of yours … a threat to the Sith cannot be allowed to exist."

Harry backed up, his feet scuffing against the metal floor, as Maul raised his lightsaber for a killing blow. But then, out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a flash of silver—Qui-Gon's lightsaber, tumbling through the air, hurtling toward the hole.

At the same moment, Obi-Wan launched himself from his precarious grip on the pipe, using the Force to propel himself out of the chasm. He twisted mid-air, catching the lightsaber's hilt as it flew past him, igniting the blade in a flash of brilliant light. He landed between Harry and Maul, his blue eyes blazing with renewed determination, and with a powerful swing, slashed the green blade at Maul's exposed midsection.

Maul barely had time to react. He tried to lower his lightsaber to defend himself, but for the first time in their duel, he had been surprised and was too slow. Obi-Wan's strike cut clean through his torso, the green blade slicing through Maul's robes and flesh in one smooth motion. The surprise on the Sith's face turned to a snarl of rage, his yellow eyes widening in disbelief as the pain began to register.

For a heartbeat, Maul seemed to be trying to mentally hold himself together, his anger and hatred blazing as he glared at Obi-Wan. But then his strength gave out. His body split in two, each half falling backward into the gaping pit. As he disappeared into the darkness, the red glow of his lightsaber faded, leaving the chamber slightly quieter.

Harry slumped against the wall, panting heavily, his body aching from the fall and the exertion. He could hardly believe what he'd just witnessed—the Sith warrior who had seemed unstoppable, even managing to deflect his magic, was gone. Obi-Wan stood over the edge of the pit, Qui-Gon's lightsaber still held in a tight grip, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Obi-Wan's face was etched with relief, but there was a steely resolve in his eyes as he turned to Harry. The young Jedi's expression softened slightly when he saw Harry's battered state. He hurried over, kneeling beside him. "Harry … what were you doing here? I thought you were safe in the hanger."

Harry managed a weak smile, though his chest ached with guilt and the heavy reality of what had just happened. "I—I had a vision, Obi-Wan. I thought I could help … I thought I could stop it from happening."

This caused Obi-Wan to jump to his feet and run across the room to his master. Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as Obi-Wan made it to Qui-Gon's side, kneeling beside the older Jedi Master. Harry watched nervously, his body tense, feeling the gravity of the situation settle over him like a shroud. Obi-Wan cautiously reached out, pressing his fingers gently against Qui-Gon's neck, searching for a pulse, his expression guarded. For a long, agonizing moment, there was silence, save for the faint hum of the reactor in the background.

But then Harry saw it—Qui-Gon's eyes fluttered open, just a sliver, revealing the pain etched into every line of his face. His breaths were shallow, his skin pale and clammy, but he was alive. Relief washed over Harry, making his knees weak, but he held his ground, watching intently.

Obi-Wan forced a reassuring smile, leaning closer to Qui-Gon. "Master, we've made it. The Sith is gone, you're safe now. We'll get you help."

Qui-Gon's lips twitched upward in a faint, strained smile as he looked up at Obi-Wan. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper, but there was a note of pride in it. "You've done well, Obi-Wan … better than I could have hoped. Today, you have … surpassed your master."

Obi-Wan's face tightened with emotion, but he nodded, swallowing hard. "Rest, Master. Save your strength." Qui-Gon's head dipped slightly in response, his eyelids drifting closed again, his breathing becoming shallower but steady. He slipped into unconsciousness, but not before Harry caught a final flash of warmth and gratitude in the older Jedi's gaze towards his padawan.

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, barely daring to believe that the Jedi Master might survive. He finally met Obi-Wan's gaze, searching for any sign of hope in his eyes.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, pressing his lips together as if to steady himself. He looked down at Qui-Gon's face, then back to Harry, and gave a small, determined nod. "I think he'll be all right. It won't be easy, and he'll need medical help, but ... I think he'll make it."

Harry sagged against the wall, the tension draining from his body. He offered a weak, grateful smile in return, his chest tight with emotion.

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Story Note 1 – I guess I should start with the biggest point. I understand that the decision to give Maul the ability to deflect the spell with the lightsaber might be controversial but I am hoping that anyone who leaves a comment reads this point before being upset about it. HP canon showed several times that solid objects are capable of stopping spells and while the outcome might be different if Harry were to cast Bombarda, I felt that it was not too unreasonable to have the lightsaber, which can reflect blaster fire, be able to at least deflect spells. However, I'm not saying that the Force and magic are the same thing (This will be looked into more). I tried to show this by Maul not feeling the spell through the Force as it was coming towards him as he had when Harry shot the blaster at him that he couldn't even see. So instead Maul could only rely on his reflexes at deflecting the oncoming spell. I felt that this will prevent Harry from becoming too powerful because of magic while also adding an element of excitement as if he gets off a spell someone didn't see or didn't expect it will be successful whereas a conventional attack would fail. I do look forward to the feedback on this though.

Story Note 2 – Well looks like other than bringing his mom from Tatooine to Coruscant (a storyline that is not just a dead end and there will be its own associated arc) the next big change to the universe happened! Looks like Qui-Gon survived. Although he is certainly wounded and will need some time he shall survive.

Story Note 3 – I had a lot of fun writing the lightsaber fights and hope they turned out alright. As suggested the previous chapter. I hope you listedened to the Duel of the Fates while reading the chapter.

Story Note 4 – I apologize for the slightly shorter chapter. I find that in the intense chapters where a significant event (such as the Duel of the Fates) happens, it is easier to keep it small and compact, focusing just on the event. Whereas combining it with other events or the fallout of the event, takes away from the significance of the moment. As a result, these chapters usually end up being closer to 3500 words whereas I am normally shooting for around 4500 word chapters. Although feel free to provide feedback on that.

Story Note 5 – And finally, as mentioned in a previous chapter Harry's Jedi Master is soon to be revealed! Any guesses?

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healeroffates, fraewyn, starboy454, - Thanks so much for the feedback and I hope you are enjoying the story so far!

DS2010 - Hope this chapter met expectations! Good work Harry!

jslee102 - Looks like he did it! Glad the vision was a surprise! Wonder how this is going to affect everything going forward!

rajeshkont - Looks like Harry managed to save Qui-Gon! If I was to bet, I'd imagine this will certainly have an impact on what happens for Harry during his training.

WhiteElfElder - Looks like he managed it! Narrowly but a success is a success!

Callum Runchman - I apologize for the cliffhanger but hope this was a satisfying follow up :) good guess and it surely seems as if this will have some massive impact going forwards.

Genesis - Without a doubt there was a bunch of fitting in and learning of the world for Harry but he will certainly be relying on his magic in combination with his new skills. Although just as it would be silly to write a story without Harry using magic it would be silly to write a Star Wars story without a Force sensitive character using the Force. So I will try to balance them. However admittedly the start of the story focuses a little more on the Force.

Ariadne Venegas - That's a good point, however Harry is a special case so as with Anakin in Canon will get his Master slightly earlier than most. So it is not just that Qui-Gon and then Obi-Wan fought for it, it is also his potential and other aspects.

qwertyuiop123214685 - I always wondered if that would have been a reasonable strategy for normal soldiers as even with the Force there has to be a limit on how fast the hand could move but I guess you could also just step to the side to avoid the incoming fire.