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Harry stepped into the small quarters that he and his mother had been given in the Jedi Temple, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss. The air was cool and the lights low, casting a warm, gentle glow throughout the space. He could see his mother, sitting at a small table by the window, gazing out over the Coruscant skyline. Her posture was relaxed, but Harry could sense the obvious tension that lingered in her shoulders.
"Mum," he called softly, stepping forward. She turned to face him, and the worry that clouded her expression melted into relief. She quickly crossed the room and pulled him into a tight hug, and Harry wrapped his arms around her in return, feeling a knot in his chest loosen.
"I'm so glad you're back, Harry," she whispered, holding him close. "I was worried about you the whole time."
Harry managed a small smile as he pulled back just slightly, though he stayed in the circle of her arms, enjoying the feeling. He told her about his adventure—though he was careful to gloss over the more dangerous parts, like his encounter with the Sith or the intense battle between the droids and the Gungans. Instead, he focused on the decision to help Naboo, the celebration after the Trade Federation droids had been defeated, and the news he was going to find out who would train him as a Jedi.
Shmi listened attentively, her eyes never leaving his face. When he finally finished, she sighed and shook her head, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "That all sounds very wonderful, Harry, but I get the feeling that you're leaving out a few details, aren't you?"
Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, but before he could respond, she tightened her hug and ruffled his messy hair. "Perhaps not telling me is the right choice. It would only cause me to worry about something that has already happened. You always were a brave one and I'm proud of you for doing what you thought was right. As much as I don't like the idea … I guess you won't be my baby forever, will you?"
He tried to suppress his embarrassment, but the heat in his face gave him away. He groaned softly, ducking his head, but didn't struggle too much to escape her hold. They stood like that for a few moments longer, then finally broke apart. Harry sat down beside her at the table, glancing at her thoughtfully.
"Now that I'm starting my Jedi training … what about you?" he asked. "What are your plans?"
Shmi folded her hands on the table, her brow furrowed as she considered her answer. "I've been looking into a few possibilities. I thought maybe I could take up work around the Temple. But … it seems that the Jedi don't look too favorably on the idea of me staying here while you're training. They don't want any … distractions, I suppose."
Harry frowned, leaning forward. "That doesn't seem fair."
"It's their way, Harry. And I don't want to make things more difficult for you," she replied with a small, resigned smile. "I did find a position doing odd jobs around the city. It's not exactly what I dreamed of, but maybe something better will come along."
Harry paused, remembering the conversation he'd had with Padmé before he'd left Naboo. He took a deep breath, glancing back at his mother. "Mom, Padmé—Queen Amidala—she offered me a favor for helping free Naboo. She said she'd help you if you wanted it. She could help you get a new start on Naboo, and I'd be able to visit whenever my training allowed."
Shmi looked at him with surprise and started to shake her head, but Harry continued before she could object. "I know it means we'd be farther apart, but Naboo is definitely a lot safer than Tatooine, and probably more so than Coruscant."
Shmi's expression softened, and she gazed at him thoughtfully, but she didn't answer right away. Harry offered her a small, encouraging smile. "Just … think about it, okay?"
She let out a soft chuckle, then nodded. "Sometimes, you're just a kid, Harry. But then you have these moments where you seem so grown up. I'll think about it, I promise. If you'd honestly be comfortable with me being that far away, then maybe … maybe it's time for a new start."
Harry grinned, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. "Thanks, Mom."
They spent the rest of the evening talking, the conversation flowing freely. Shmi's face lit up as she described her explorations around the Jedi Temple and the surrounding areas of Coruscant. She told Harry about the grand halls and towering spires, the intricate mosaics on the temple floors, and the bustling markets filled with vendors seemingly from every corner of the galaxy.
"There was this one little place just outside the Temple District," Shmi said, her eyes twinkling. "They sold the most wonderful, steaming sweet pastries. I couldn't resist trying one, and it tasted like nothing I've ever had before—like honey and vanilla mixed with something citrusy. I'll need to take you there!"
Harry listened intently, enjoying the sound of her voice as she shared her small discoveries. She described how she had watched the sunset over the Jedi Temple from a high observation platform, marveling at the way the city seemed to glow under the fading light. It was a side of Coruscant that Harry hadn't yet seen, and he found himself picturing it all through her words.
They stayed up late, caught in the comfortable rhythm of their conversation, until finally, Harry could no longer hold back a massive yawn that stretched on for what felt like a full ten seconds. Shmi laughed softly, and Harry couldn't help but smile, even as he blinked sleepily.
"Alright, I suppose it's time for bed," he said reluctantly, standing up from the table. Shmi gave him one last hug, and he went to bed with a smile on his face.
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling like he had slept for days. With the exception of the bed he had slept on in the palace for the last couple days before leaving Naboo, the bed in the guest quarters was much more comfortable than anything he had ever slept on, and upon waking up he felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. After washing up, he joined his mother for breakfast, the aroma of freshly made tea and some warm bread filling the small room.
As they ate, a soft knock came at the door, and Obi-Wan stepped inside, offering a polite smile. "Good morning, Harry, Shmi."
His mother gestured for him to join them, and Obi-Wan accepted the invitation with a nod of thanks. The three of them shared a meal, talking about more mundane things—Harry's training, the bustling nature of Coruscant, and the differences between it and the more rural life Shmi had known on Tatooine. Harry found himself appreciating the quiet moment, aware that soon enough, the pace of his life would change dramatically.
After they finished eating, Obi-Wan turned to Harry. "It's almost time for our meeting with the Council. They'll want to hear your version about what happened on Naboo."
Harry nodded, giving his mother a quick hug before following Obi-Wan out of their quarters. They made their way through the grand halls of the Temple until they reached the Council chamber. The doors slid open, and Obi-Wan motioned for Harry to step inside, immediately seeing the faces of the assembled Jedi Masters.
He took a seat before them, trying to keep his expression calm and neutral. Yoda, Mace Windu, and the other Masters regarded him with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. Mace Windu spoke first. "Young Skywalker, we'd like you to tell us about your time on Naboo."
Harry took a deep breath and began his account, and over the next couple of hours he gave an overview of the events from his perspective. He spoke of their arrival and then the preparations for the battle to help free Naboo from the Trade Federation. He hesitated when he reached the part about his vision, but he pressed on, explaining how he had foreseen Qui-Gon's death and the urgency that had driven him to act.
At this point, the Masters exchanged glances, their expressions thoughtful. Yoda's ears twitched, and he leaned forward slightly. "A rare gift, premonition is. But dangerous, to let a possible glimpse of the future direct your decisions. Live in the now, you must."
Harry nodded, understanding the weight behind the words. He continued, describing how he'd found the vent leading to the duel between Qui-Gon and the Sith, and how he had tried to intervene to save Qui-Gon's life. He left out any mention of magic, deciding that it was a secret he wasn't quite ready to reveal. As he finished his story, he saw the Masters nodding in acknowledgment.
"A great debt the Council owes you, young Skywalker," Yoda said gravely. "The loss of Qui-Gon, a travesty that would have been."
Harry flushed with embarrassment, looking down at his hands, but Plo Koon's voice drew his attention back. "While arrogance and pride are things all Jedi should strive to avoid, there is no shame in accepting a compliment when you have indeed done more than what was expected of you."
Before Harry could respond, Yoda spoke again. "Indeed. But move along we should. A master for you, we have chosen. A difficult decision, it was. Many options, there were. In the end, however, Obi-Wan, we felt your master should be."
A smile spread across Harry's face as he glanced up at Yoda. Mace Windu studied him for a moment before continuing. "You look pleased with the decision."
Harry nodded, trying to keep his excitement in check. "I am. I've spent time getting to know Obi-Wan lately, and I'd be comfortable with him as my master."
He hesitated, then asked, "But I thought Qui-Gon was to be my master."
Yoda nodded slowly. "Request to train you, Qui-Gon did. But in light of the seriousness of his injury, some time to recover, he needs. With time, alright he will be. No need for worry. Beyond his recovery, with the return of the Sith, convince Qui-Gon to join the Council, we did. His perspective, benefit us, we believe it will. Though escape his training, I fear you shall not."
Harry nodded, happy that Qui-Gon would still take part in his training, as Mace Windu waved a hand, and the chamber doors opened to admit Obi-Wan, who stepped forward with a smile as he looked towards Harry. "Hey Harry," he greeted. "I take it the Council told you of their decision?"
Harry nodded again, returning the smile. Obi-Wan looked pleased, and the Council dismissed them with a few final words of encouragement, reminding them that they were available for guidance should they need it.
As the door to the Council chamber closed behind them, Obi-Wan turned to Harry with a warm smile, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations, Harry. Your training will officially begin tomorrow. You've proven yourself so far, and even though there is a ways to go I think you'll do well."
Harry couldn't hide his excitement, grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks, Obi-Wan. I'm ready for whatever comes next," Harry said earnestly.
Obi-Wan's smile widened, then turned a bit playful. "Well, we've got to keep our strength up, especially for the training that I have planned for you. How about we head over to Dex's Diner for lunch? I'm supposed to meet up with Qui-Gon and take him; he should be finishing up his morning treatment by now."
Harry's face brightened at the suggestion. "I'd like that. I could definitely use a bite to eat, and it'll be good to see Qui-Gon again."
The two of them made their way through the maze-like corridors of the Jedi Temple, finally arriving at the infirmary. The sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air, and the quiet murmur of healers working on patients floated through the hallway. As they stepped into the room, they saw Qui-Gon standing near a bed, fastening his Jedi robe back over a chest almost completely covered in bandages. His movements were careful, yet each one still resulted in a grimace of discomfort.
Harry's cheerful expression faltered, concern furrowing his brow. Obi-Wan's usual calm demeanor softened, his gaze lingering on the bandages that wrapped around Qui-Gon's chest.
"Master, are you sure you should be up and about so soon? We can always reschedule this for another day." Obi-Wan asked, trying to mask his worry.
Qui-Gon caught the looks on their faces and offered a reassuring smile, shaking his head. "I'll be alright, Obi-Wan. My injuries are healing, just a bit slower than I'd like." He glanced over at Harry and gave him a slight nod. "Don't worry, Harry. It'll take more than a Sith's blade to keep me down for long."
Harry returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He knew that the battle with the Sith had left deeper wounds than those visible on Qui-Gon's body. But before he could dwell too long on those thoughts, Qui-Gon gestured towards the exit.
"Come, let's head out before Dex's lunch crowd overwhelms the place."
Slowly, they made their way out of the infirmary, moving through the grand halls of the Jedi Temple. The towering ceilings and intricate architecture were as awe-inspiring as ever, but Harry's thoughts remained focused on the older Jedi walking beside him. Qui-Gon's gait was measured, each step taken with care, but he held himself with the same dignity and calm that had always seemed to define him.
As they approached the Temple's exit, they nearly collided with a tall figure who seemed to be in a hurry. The man wore dark robes, his face lined with the weight of many years and concerns that seemed to press down on his shoulders. Qui-Gon stepped back quickly, offering a slight bow of apology. "My apologies, Master Sifo-Dyas. I didn't see you there. How have you been?"
Sifo-Dyas looked up, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his features before recognition softened his expression. He offered a small, weary smile as he took in the sight of Qui-Gon. "No harm done, Qui-Gon. I have been … alright. Though I suppose I'm in better condition than you are," he remarked, gesturing to the bandages peeking out from beneath Qui-Gon's robe.
Qui-Gon let out a chuckle, the sound warm despite the pain it clearly caused him. "Well, I'd certainly hope that to be the case."
The two Jedi shared a brief laugh, a moment of lightness that quickly faded as Sifo-Dyas's smile slipped away. His expression grew more serious, a shadow passing over his features. He glanced around, as if making sure no one else was listening, before leaning in slightly closer to Qui-Gon.
"Qui-Gon, those concerns I spoke to you about before ... I fear they're more real than ever. The return of the Sith is only the beginning. I'm certain that a war is on the horizon, one far worse than the Council is willing to accept."
Harry and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, the tension in Sifo-Dyas's voice catching their attention. Qui-Gon's expression turned somber, and he rested a hand on the other Jedi's shoulder. "You've always been perceptive, Sifo-Dyas. And certainly the return of the Sith give credence to your concerns. And while I feel the exact motives with Naboo were unknown, I will continue to speak with the Jedi Council about the dangers you foresaw."
Sifo-Dyas let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his temple as if trying to dispel a persistent headache. "I know you have the Council's ear, Qui-Gon. But time is not on our side. This Sith Lord ... I feel he's just the beginning. There's something deeper, something darker at work. I can feel it."
Qui-Gon nodded slowly, his gaze drifting towards the distant cityscape visible through the Temple's high windows. "I've felt it too, old friend. I'll do what I can to prepare them for whatever is to come."
Sifo-Dyas straightened, a look of determination crossing his face. "Thank you Qui-Gon, there are several … things I need to get to. And I feel that the Jedi Council will soon finalize a mission and I'll be leaving for a mission to Felucia soon. But I wanted to speak with you before I went. When I return, perhaps we can discuss this further."
He hesitated for a moment, then a flicker of a smile touched his lips as he looked back at Qui-Gon. "Or ... if you're feeling up for an adventure, you could join me on the mission. I'd certainly enjoy the company abord the ship. It would be just like old times, wouldn't it? Do you remember Niamos?"
Qui-Gon chuckled, a genuine warmth in his voice. "How could I forget? You nearly got us thrown out of the entire sector with that ... creative negotiation tactic of yours."
Sifo-Dyas's smile widened for a brief moment, but it faded as Qui-Gon shook his head. "But I'm afraid I'll have to decline. My body isn't ready for another adventure just yet." He gestured to the bandages around his chest, his expression rueful. "The healers would have my head if I even tried to consider it."
Sifo-Dyas nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Very well. Take care of yourself, Qui-Gon. And remember, keep pressing the Council to be prepared. I fear the galaxy will soon be darker than any of us can imagine. May the Force be with us."
With that, Sifo-Dyas offered a respectful nod to Harry and Obi-Wan before turning and disappearing down the hallway, his robes sweeping behind him. Harry watched him go, a strange sense of unease settling in his stomach. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about Sifo-Dyas's urgency struck a chord deep within him.
Qui-Gon's gaze lingered on the direction Sifo-Dyas had gone, his expression thoughtful and slightly troubled. He let out a slow breath, then turned back to Obi-Wan and Harry, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Come, let's not keep Dex waiting."
They exited the Temple and made their way to a nearby speeder platform. The bright Coruscant sun cast long shadows across the city, and the constant hum of air traffic filled the air. Obi-Wan quickly hailed a speeder, and the three of them climbed aboard. Harry settled into his seat, glancing back at the towering Jedi Temple as it shrank into the distance, the meeting with Sifo-Dyas still playing on his mind.
"What did Master Sifo-Dyas mean?" Harry asked as the speeder shot through the city's skylanes. "Is the Council not preparing for the Sith?"
Obi-Wan's expression turned serious, but it was Qui-Gon who answered. "The Jedi Council is cautious, Harry. They believe that observation and discussion are necessary before intervention. But Sifo-Dyas ... he sees shadows where others see only clouds. He's always been attuned to the currents of the Force that others overlook."
Harry frowned, thinking of the vision that had driven him to intervene on Naboo. He could understand the fear that the future held dangers they couldn't yet see. "Do you think he's right? That something worse is coming?"
Qui-Gon looked at him, his eyes piercing and contemplative. "The future is always in motion, Harry. Sifo-Dyas senses danger, and there may be truth to his fears. But we must be careful not to let the fear of what might come blind us to what is before us."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, though there was a shadow in his own gaze. "That's why we train, Harry. To be ready for whatever comes, without losing sight of who we are in the present."
Harry considered their words as the speeder navigated through the busy Coruscant traffic. It was a lot to take in—fears of a looming war, the mysteries surrounding the Sith, and his own uncertain place in this galaxy far from the world he once knew. But despite the tension that lingered in the air, he found himself feeling more resolved than ever. If there was a storm coming, he would do his best to face it, alongside his new mentors.
Eventually, the speeder descended towards a bustling section of Coruscant filled with small diners and shops. Dex's Diner, a cozy little establishment with neon lights and a welcoming atmosphere, awaited them just down the street. As they landed, Qui-Gon rested a hand on Harry's shoulder once more, offering a quiet smile. "Come, Harry. Let's enjoy a meal. There will be time enough for worries later."
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After finishing their meal at Dex's Diner, Harry, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon lingered for a while, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere. But as the conversation continued, Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice that Qui-Gon's complexion was growing increasingly pale. The older Jedi's attempt to hide his discomfort with a smile couldn't mask the occasional wince that crossed his face when he shifted positions.
"Master, I think you should get back to the Temple and rest," Obi-Wan suggested gently, concern etching his voice. "You're still recovering, and you don't look well."
Qui-Gon, always stoic, tried to wave it off. "I'm fine, Obi-Wan. The lunch was ... just a bit heavy, that's all."
But Harry saw the tightness in Qui-Gon's expression, the way his hand briefly pressed against his bandaged chest, and he knew that the discomfort was deeper than just a meal. "Obi-Wan's right, Qui-Gon," Harry chimed in. "There's no harm in taking it easy for a while."
Seeing the genuine concern in their eyes, Qui-Gon finally relented with a weary sigh. "Very well, but only if you promise not to fuss over me like a pair of mother porgs." He gave them a small, appreciative smile, but his steps were slower as they left the diner, climbing into the speeder that would return them to the Jedi Temple.
Back at the Temple, they made sure Qui-Gon was safely delivered to the infirmary. As the healers attended to him, Obi-Wan promised to check in later, squeezing his former Master's arm with a mixture of gratitude and concern. Qui-Gon waved them off, insisting that he'd be fine. But as the door to the infirmary closed, Obi-Wan's face remained tense.
He turned to Harry, gesturing towards a quieter hallway. "Come, Harry. We have work to do, and it's time we discuss what your training shall look like."
The two of them walked through the serene halls of the Temple until they reached a meditation room. The chamber was dimly lit, with a gentle glow from lanterns casting warm patterns on the walls. Obi-Wan sat cross-legged on a cushioned mat and motioned for Harry to sit opposite him. As Harry settled into place, the room's calm atmosphere filled him with a sense of anticipation.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, centering himself before speaking. "Harry, I want to start by laying out what your training will involve. I know this has all happened quickly, and your situation is ... unique, to say the least. You didn't come to the Temple as a youngling, so you haven't had the years as an initiate that most Padawans have. But we'll make up for that—together."
Harry listened intently; his focus unwavering. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had been dreaming of since he first met Qui-Gon on Tatooine.
"Your training will begin with a crash course in the basics," Obi-Wan continued. "We'll be covering a lot of ground in a short amount of time, so I'll need you to give this your best effort. You'll need to focus, to dedicate yourself to making up for lost time. No matter what your future holds, it's up to you to always give your best."
Harry nodded seriously, his determination evident. "I understand, Master. I'll do everything I can."
A faint smile tugged at Obi-Wan's lips at the title. "I know you will. Now, let's go over the specifics. To start with, you'll be training in lightsaber combat three times a week with Jedi Weapon Master Cin Drallig. I believe you've already met him?"
Harry's thoughts flashed back to the stern but encouraging Jedi Master he had met while exploring the Temple. He smiled and nodded, remembering the way Cin Drallig had spoken with passion about the art of lightsaber combat.
Obi-Wan continued, "Cin Drallig will begin by teaching you Form I, Shii-Cho. It's the most basic of the seven lightsaber forms, but it's also the foundation upon which all others are built. You need to learn to walk before you can run afer all, and Shii-Cho will help you develop the fundamentals."
Harry took a deep breath, nodding again as he absorbed the information. "I understand. So, once I'm comfortable with Form I, I'll move on to other forms?"
"Exactly," Obi-Wan replied. "Once you have a solid grasp of Shii-Cho, I'll take over your lightsaber training. We'll explore other forms and find which one suits you best. Cin Drallig's training will give you a strong foundation, and it will also allow you to gain experience working with other Jedi. It's important to see the many perspectives within our Order."
Obi-Wan's tone shifted as he moved to the next part of the training plan. "In addition to lightsaber combat, every day we'll be focusing on the Force—building your connection with it, sensing its currents, and eventually moving on to more practical techniques. You've already started down this path with Qui-Gon, sensing the Force as it flows around you, but there is much more to learn."
Harry's mind drifted back to the first time Qui-Gon had guided him in sensing the Force, showing him how to reach out beyond himself and touch that mysterious energy that connected all life. He had felt it then—felt its power and its potential. It was thrilling and humbling all at once.
Obi-Wan's voice drew him back to the present. "On top of that, you'll have physical training three times a week, but not on days you have lightsaber practice. These sessions will help with your overall fitness and your connection to the Force. A strong body supports a strong mind, and you'll find that physical discipline enhances your abilities as a Jedi."
Harry nodded, as he looked down at himself before looking up to Obi-Wan and smiling. "I'm ready for that. I know I need to get stronger."
Obi-Wan's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're already stronger than you know, Harry. But the training will shape that strength, focus it. And finally, you'll have sessions with various instructors on the history and philosophy of the Jedi Order, as well as the galaxy as a whole. Understanding our past and the principles we uphold is as important as wielding a lightsaber or mastering the Force."
He paused, giving Harry a moment to process all that he had said. Then he allowed a more relaxed smile to slip through. "How fast we progress through all of this depends on you. Once you've built a strong foundation, we'll move on to more advanced training—lightsaber forms beyond Shii-Cho, more complex Force abilities, and group exercises with other Padawans. And, of course, there will be missions."
Obi-Wan's eyes gleamed with the prospect, and Harry couldn't help but lean forward, intrigued. "Missions?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes. As a Jedi, you'll be called upon to assist the Council on various tasks—diplomatic missions, investigations, and even combat missions when necessary. These assignments are where we put our training into practice, where we make a difference in the galaxy."
Harry couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his face. The idea of going on real missions, of seeing different worlds and helping those in need—it was everything he had hoped for when he imagined becoming a Jedi. He felt a sense of purpose stirring inside him, stronger than ever before.
Seeing Harry's enthusiasm, Obi-Wan chuckled softly. "I take it you're looking forward to that part?"
Harry laughed, feeling a bit sheepish but unable to contain his excitement. "Yeah, you could say that. I just want to do my part, to make a difference."
Obi-Wan's expression grew more serious, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes. "And you will, Harry. But remember, the path of a Jedi is not about glory or adventure. It's about service, about seeking peace and protecting those who cannot protect themselves."
Harry's smile softened, and he nodded in understanding. "I'll remember that, Master."
Obi-Wan studied him for a moment longer, then let out a deep breath. "Good. Then I suppose there's no time like the present to begin. Come, let's head down to the training halls. Master Drallig is expecting us. Let's go select your first training lightsaber."
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Story Note 1 – And Harry has a Jedi Master! Had considered several options when planning out the story but in the end I felt that Obi-Wan had so much going for him and it felt like the right relationship I wanted for what I had planned in this story. However, Qui-Gon will certainly be involved within Harry's training both directly and indirectly, when Obi-Wan goes to him for help (a resource he didn't have access to before). Additionally, there will be at least one other individual who will have a significant impact on Harry's training and that will come up within the next couple chapters.
Story Note 2 – Will certainly go over some of the training Harry will do with Obi-Wan and others, as I believe it will not only add something to the story but also portray something that other stories don't have. However, this will not be a large focus of the story (have pruned large parts out and only kept what I felt was necessary), as I will most focus on his missions and adventures from here on (if however this is something people do want to see feel free to comment or message me and I'll either reintroduce them where applicable or I'll add them as supplemental stories that can be read as desired).
Story Note 3 – Harry's going for a lightsaber! Any guesses on color or design he might go with? Personally, as long as its not something adjacent to Kylo Ren's I imagine it'll be fine.
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starboy454, frraewyn, - Thanks so much for the feedback and I really hope you are enjoying the story so far!
Monkey D. Canon - Well looks like you were onto something! I certainly believe they fit well and a lartge part of it is because Harry will have some things to work on shortly that I believe Obi-Wan is best suited to help him with. And especially with the fact that Qui-Gon is still alive and still able to help Obi-Wan I believe this Obi-Wan would make a terrific mentor for Harry. Although that being said for everyone who wants Yoda involved in his training ... well you are in for a treat!
Ep - Merci beaucoup!
Jostanos - Yay for guess number 2! Although as mentioned above ... Yoda might become a person of importance to Harry as the training progresses. And for what its worth. I am equally happy Harry was able to save Qui-Gon.
Dant3 - Dooku was certainly in the running for Harrys master and there were certainly situations that I felt he'd be able to handle better than any of the others but in the end I went with Obi-Wan as there will be a specific reason evident coming up shortly. That being said ... since Qui-Gon was not killed by Maul Dooku will have less of a reason to abandon the Jedi and therefore will certainly be around much more often. Including specifically around Harry ... possibly helping with training/impartin wisdom. One can only wait to see what is in store for Dooku's future.
qwertyuiop123214685 - That is a really good question and the answer is a little of A and a little of B. Will start making like jumps at this point to touch on important areas of Harrys training and important moments in the universe that I want to touch on. Hmmm ... as for how magic and the Force will be used going forward ... I guess we shall just have to see ... but separation will certainly be starting and accelerating.
WhiteElfElder - Haha I'd sure hope he wouldn't tell Jar Jar but weirder things have happened. As for Yoda's involvement I doubt you'll be disappointed.