A Fallen Angel At Hogwarts
AN: I don't own Star Wars or Harry Potter
It's the Fifth Year of Hogwarts, and Harry expected it to be another year filled with the same usual shenanigans that have occurred in the last bloody four years. What he wasn't expecting was the new hire for teaching his Defense Against the Dark Arts class—someone who might give Voldemort a run for his galleons. And what the heck is a Sith Lord?!
Prologue
The New Teacher
Thunder rumbled outside the towering gothic spires of Hogwarts. The United Kingdom, often rainy, experiences this due to westerly winds that ascend, cool the biting air, and cause precipitation to fall from the clouds.
In his office, a tall and slender older man sat where a cozy fire blazed in the fireplace. His purple cloak draped over his gray robes, sweeping the floor as he set down a piece of paper on his desk, likely applications for employment at Hogwarts.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was contemplative, gently sipping tea and setting the cup back on the small plate on his desk.
The vibrant red Phoenix, Fawkes, lay peacefully in his cage, seemingly listening to the rain as if it were a melody to his ears.
"Hmmm, this is quite troublesome," Dumbledore commented, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and a bit of mischief. "There must be a way to avoid this unfortunate luck. What with Fudge and the Ministry keeping an eye on us? And trying to keep Young Harry safe from Mr. Riddle?"
Dumbledore remembered the previous years. How unfortunate they were.
In his first year, he recalls how Professor Quirrell harbored Voldemort's soul, which almost led to young Harry's demise. Fortunately, the boy was shielded by his mother's loving magic, safeguarding him from Voldemort's malevolent force.
The following year, after the Chamber of Secrets was opened, four Hogwarts students, including one of his closest friends, were petrified. He recalled that Harry was wrongly accused of opening the Chamber, an event that mirrored Hagrid's unjust expulsion during his third year at Hogwarts. It didn't help that Lockhart, that arrogant, incompetent braggart who had his memory washed away when his memory charm spell completely backfired on him.
Additionally, the notorious prisoner Sirius Black, previously a close friend of James Potter and a member of the Marauders, broke out of Azkaban. He had been wrongfully accused of killing Peter Pettigrew and twelve Muggles, and Lord Voldemort linked his escape to the deaths of James and Lily Potter.
Fortunately, the professor at the time, Remus Lupin, was able to establish his best friend's innocence by uncovering that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, masquerading as Ron's pet rat, Scabbers, using his Animagus form to conceal himself after faking his death.
Regrettably, Lupin was compelled to relinquish his role as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after Professor Snape, acting out of jealousy, revealed his identity as a werewolf.
And, of course, there was The Triwizard Tournament from the previous year.
Dumbledore recalls the moment he discovered Moody imprisoned in a chest. Barty Crouch Jr. had abducted him intending to restore Voldemort to his physical form. This series of events tragically led to Cedric Diggory's demise.
So much had transpired in the previous year; it was unbelievable that the Dark Lord had regained his full power once again. The Ministry's refusal to believe Harry's account when he returned to Hogwarts with Cedric Diggory's body only compounded the issue.
Dumbledore's eyes shut in a grave expression, recalling the wails of Diggory's father upon discovering his son's lifeless body on the field.
So many have died and suffered due to Voldemort's domination, and Dumbledore has had enough of his treachery actions.
The Hogwarts Headmaster needed to choose the right person to teach the dark arts to his students in preparation for Lord Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts and the proud students of his Wizarding School.
Who would be a good candidate for the Dark Arts class?
Fortunately for the wise Headmaster, Dumbledore already knew a good contender for that top spot.
And he should be arriving at any moment.
Right precisely as predicted, Dumbledore's ears perked up as the door opened behind him.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Ah, that should be him," Dumbledore spoke to himself.
Let's hope it goes his way today.
In-person, at the entrance of Dumbledore's office, stood a black figure clad in armor that enveloped his entire body, with a cape matching the darkness of his form. He appeared more mechanical than organic, with a plaque adorned with odd shapes and silver lines running down his armor.
The most striking aspect of the mysterious figure was not just his presence but also the mask he wore, which covered his identity. The mask resembled a skeleton, and a dark helmet was atop his head. It was as if this man embodied death itself.
Ah, there he was! The man of the hour!
"Good afternoon, Mister Vader. Would you like a lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered politely.
"Khooh Phuur."
"No, I am fine." Vader declined the Headmaster's offer and took a seat behind Dumbledore's desk.
That's a shame. Dumbledore did like sharing his lemon drops, after all. "Alright, understandable. Lemon drops have always been one of my favorite pieces of candy."
The masked man said nothing as the ominous breathing continued in the background, Dumbledore appearing unaffected by it.
"So, Mister Vader, I understand that you wish to work at our school as a professor," Dumbledore said, remembering the masked man's application.
"Correct, Headmaster Dumbledore. But there is more of a personal reason why I choose to do so." Vader spoke his reasons to the Hogwarts Headmaster.
Dumbledore gave a slight nod in return. "I see. In that case, I believe you have told me you were experienced in the Dark Arts of magic in a way."
"Yes, that is correct," Vader confirmed to the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore became increasingly intrigued by the enigmatic nature of the masked man, aware that there was something he was concealing.
"Alright, may I ask what kind of magic you possess?" Dumbledore asked out of curiosity.
"Khooh Phuur."
"It is not magic. The Force is what I possess in my capabilities." Vader corrected the Headmaster.
Dumbledore nodded slightly at the masked man. "Ah, yes, The Force. I recall you mentioned it when we discovered you in The Forbidden Forest," Dumbledore reflected on their initial encounter. "Based on what you've described, this Force differs significantly from the magic we know in The Wizarding World. Are my assumptions accurate?"
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, you are correct. I do not wield magic; I am a Force User, not a wizard," Vader responded. "I have mastered numerous Force abilities, both as a Jedi Knight and as a Sith Lord." He further stated ambiguously, aware that it transcended magic itself.
Dumbledore recalled both terms from his previous encounter with the masked individual. Jedi and Sith, while akin to wizards and dark wizards in the Wizarding World, entailed more significant complexities. This knowledge could prove advantageous, offering him an element of unpredictability in his dealings with Lord Voldemort and the Dark Wizards.
Dumbledore nodded in agreement with the masked figure. "Indeed, that is why you are being considered for the position. It is essential to equip our students to face Lord Voldemort and his forces. We aim to educate them about the Dark Arts, not to exploit them for personal gain," Dumbledore counseled with patience and confidence in making the best decision for his pupils. "Do you know the individual referred to as Lord Voldemort, Mr. Vader?" inquired Dumbledore.
The masked figure clad in dark armor paused briefly before replying. "Hmph, I am well aware of his title. That fool pales in comparison to the might of The Dark Side."
Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle. "That may be, but Lord Voldemort aims to destroy the Wizarding World, targeting only those who dare oppose him as a means to reclaim his power. His name has become taboo, not to be spoken due to the growing fear among those who utter it. Even adult wizards are afraid to say his name. Quite absurd, if you ask me." he agreed with the masked man.
"Khooh Phuur."
"And that is why you wanted me to join your cause? To prevent this... wizard from becoming more powerful?" Vader inquired, questioning whether there was more to it than merely "teaching a class."
Dumbledore slowly nodded his head, confirming his beliefs. "Precisely, but one thing you need to understand is that the class you will be teaching is mainly in defense. To protect the school and its students from Voldemort's reign." He spoke with wisdom, aware that he was their final hope in defeating Voldemort and in teaching the dark arts class in the forthcoming year.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I understand," Vader replied to the Hogwarts Headmaster.
Dumbledore returned the smile, aware that he had achieved one objective today. "Very well, Mr. Vader. Let us proceed with your registration as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You may freely conduct the class and design your curriculum; however, exercise caution when teaching about the Dark Arts."
"Very well, I accept your offer." Vader approved, confident in his readiness for the unknown.
Dumbledore smiled. "Excellent. Then may I welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We hope to see what you can accomplish in our Wizarding education." The old Headmaster welcomed the new official professor of The Dark Arts.
"You will not regret hiring me, Headmaster," Vader proclaimed, rising from his seat and offering a respectful bow to the School Headmaster. As the masked Force User exited the office, he left Dumbledore to ponder in solitude.
After the masked man departed from Dumbledore's office, the elder Headmaster sighed to himself, wondering if he made the right choice.
It had to be. He'll do whatever it takes to end Voldemort's reign for the Greater Good and nothing more.
Narrowing his blue eyes to the left side of his office, he couldn't help but wonder if curiosity had killed the cat.
"Have you heard enough, Minerva?" Dumbledore inquired, turning his attention to a gray cat hiding underneath the bookshelves in his office.
The cat deftly leaped over Dumbledore's bookshelves, landing squarely on all four paws on the ground. In an instant, she transformed into an older woman with grayish-black hair clad in green wizard robes and a witch's hat perched atop her head.
Minerva McGonagall eavesdropped on the conversation between Dumbledore and the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Did you have a good listen to our conversation, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked the Headmistress again in a calmer tone.
McGonagall gave a slight nod in return. "My apologies, Headmaster Dumbledore, but I had to make sure you were making a responsible choice here," McGonagall said, finding a good reason for it.
Dumbledore didn't need to hear any more words from her. He could see the uneasiness in her eyes. "Do you doubt me, Minerva? If so, I do not blame you."
"It isn't that, Professor. I-It's just that…" McGonagall hesitated on her words for a moment before closing her eyes for a split second as she responded. "Can we trust this man?"
Dumbledore remained silent for a moment, taking another sip of his tea. Setting the cup down, he was aware that the other Hogwarts professor awaited his response. "I believe we can, Minerva," he finally said. "He is certainly qualified to instruct the students in Defense Against the Dark Arts. His experience with the Dark Arts and his determination to thwart Lord Voldemort's return makes him an ideal candidate."
McGonagall appeared somewhat uncertain, but ultimately, she chose to trust Dumbledore, as this was their only hope at the moment. "I hope you are right about that, Professor," she spoke calmly, knowing she could not doubt the headmaster at this critical juncture.
"In time, Minerva. But for now, let fate take its natural part in the course." Dumbledore said, knowing he would be making the correct choice on this occasion.
Anything.
For the Greater Good.
At least it was what Dumbledore knew they would need right at this moment.
McGonagall sighed, wondering if this was indeed the right option in the matter.
Harry Potter sat silently at the Gryffindor table, clad in his school uniform and robes, observing the First Years as they were sorted into their respective houses.
The Great Hall had a festive theme, with colorful banners representing the houses of Hogwarts, and it was a cheery experience.
Harry, however, had a different opinion about it. His Fifth Year was NOT going well for him.
Initially, he faced expulsion for using underage magic to rescue his cousin from an aggressive dementor. Consequently, he was required to appear before a wizarding court to justify his use of the Patronus Charm in this incident.
Additionally, he discovered that many friends were distancing themselves because of the risks, with Voldemort's return making anyone close to Harry a prime target for him and his legion of Death Eaters.
Moreover, his incessant dreams exacerbated the situation, as Harry was acutely aware that Voldemort was indeed pursuing him. His scar throbbed with increasing pain the closer he sensed the Dark Lord's presence, as it was the sole connection he had with him.
On a positive note, he was pleased to see his godfather, Sirius, once more. The only family he had left from his past. Harry knew that there was a small diamond in the rough.
"You okay, mate?" Ron asked in a concerned manner.
He was certainly not deceased.
"Yeah," Harry muttered unconvincingly.
Hermione noted Harry's attitude and tone. "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Harry?" the brilliant witch asked, concerned for her friend.
Harry turned his attention to Hermione, giving her a blank expression. "To be honest, I don't know," Harry let out, not caring one bit.
Ron shrugged off his best friend's words. "Come on, mate. Look on the bright side; we're at Hogwarts now. Away from those awful muggles." Ron attempted to cheer up the young Gryffindor.
Indeed, Harry did not have to endure the incessant complaints of his Aunt and Uncle, which was a significant advantage. The benefit of attending Hogwarts was that his Aunt and Uncle were not present to bother him daily, given their numerous issues with each other. Harry was grateful for this respite.
"I wonder who's going to teach the Dark Arts this year?" Ron commented on his thoughts. "I mean, Lupin was great, but I don't think he's coming back." He expressed his words with a tone of disappointment.
"Perhaps it's someone from The Order. Maybe someone who is acquainted with Dumbledore." Hermione lent her thoughts.
Harry couldn't lie to himself. He was curious about that subject. Who was teaching the Dark Arts class this year? Would it be someone from The Order? Or someone he has never met before?
"I think we're about to find out." One of the twins commented, grabbing everyone's attention.
The buzz of conversation in The Great Hall ceased as Dumbledore took his place at the center of the staff table, arms wide in a welcoming gesture to all the students after the sorting ceremony concluded. "Ah, welcome! Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts! This year, we have some changes in our staff for the returning students. Allow me to introduce Dolores Umbridge, a representative from The Ministry of Magic, who will oversee relations between Hogwarts and the Ministry."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he couldn't believe the toad-like woman walked over to the staff table in the hall. He remembers her from The Wizarding Courtroom.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Umbridge said with an exaggerated smile, pausing for a moment. "For the warm welcome to your staff! It's delightful to return to Hogwarts and to see the joyful faces of the children gazing at..."
Before Umbridge could utter another word, the grand doors of the Great Hall burst open with a resounding creak, startling many students. Among them was Ron, who almost choked on his pumpkin juice.
The first thing that came into the sound was a perplexing noise.
"Khooh Phuur."
Everyone, including the staff on the table, turned to face where that alarming sound came from.
There was a dark figure in the doorway—a man if that's what they could truly call him. He had a dark cloak creeping from behind his back, accompanied by the dark, metallic armor he wore around his body.
That mask especially got all the students' attention. It resembled a skull, reminding the young Gryffindor of the dementors.
The man in dark armor continued to walk up the stairs toward the table where Dumbledore and the rest of the staff were seated.
"Welcome. Please, take a seat." Dumbledore said politely, unaffected by the man's cold posture.
The man in armor said nothing except to give a slight bow in return. He took a seat next to Professor Flitwick, who appeared agitated by the masked man's presence as he attempted to express a calm attitude.
It wasn't helping him in the slightest.
Dumbledore continued with his announcements. "Students, may I introduce Professor Vader, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Dumbledore introduces out loud in The Great Hall.
The applause was heard from the students but was quickly lowered due to the ambiance atmosphere in The Great Hallway as the clapping began to decrease each second.
Harry felt apprehensive, uncertain of how to interpret the situation. Ron shared similar feelings, displaying anxiety mixed with a hint of enthusiasm. Hermione, on the other hand, was highly alert due to the chilling aura emanating from the man's presence. She could have sworn the entire room's temperature dropped noticeably when the man in the dark mask entered the hall.
Nevertheless, some students exhibited extreme reactions to this revelation.
"It's a Death Eater!" Neville cried out loud.
"No, don't be daft! He has to be some kind of ghoul or vampire!" Fred rebutted.
"Maybe both!" George sprang his thoughts.
Hermione proceeded to give a glare at both of the twins. "SSHH! Both of you! Be quiet! He can't be either of those creatures!" Hermione snapped, putting an end to the debate.
"How do you know?" Ron questioned.
"I mean, why else would Dumbledore hire another teacher who shares the characteristics of a deadly monster?" Hermione argued, attempting to make sense of these circumstances. "Doesn't anyone remember what happened with Professor Lupin? It wouldn't make sense for Dumbledore to do a repeat once more."
"I don't know, but Dumbledore seems to know him well. Why else would he even hire him as The Dark Arts teacher?" Ginny clarified.
"Maybe he's an old friend of Dumbledore. Who knows?" Dean spoke out, offering his thoughts.
"I just hope he isn't like Quirrell. Or Lockhart, for that matter." Ron remarked, remembering the obnoxious prat of a "professor.
That is one thing Harry would agree with his friend on; no one could be as obnoxious as Lockhart. However, that did not mean he wished for another Moody incident like the one from last year.
"You're right about that!" Seamus agreed with the red-haired Weasley. "Let's just hope he isn't a monster or a criminal, for that matter."
"I highly doubt that. Dumbledore would make sure to take double precautions when hiring someone." Hermione said.
"Yeah, maybe. What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked his best friend.
Harry snapped from his thoughts, turning to face the red-haired Weasley. "I-I dunno. I'm not sure why Dumbledore would have him teaching the Dark Arts this year." The raven-haired wizard lent his thoughts on the matter.
Neville noticed Harry's anxious expression, realizing there was something on his mind.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Neville asked concernedly. You look like you're going to faint."
"I'm fine. It's nothing. I've just been tired all day," Harry spoke, then picked up a fork and started to cut a slice of pie, intending to change the subject.
As hours passed, the students and teachers indulged in their meals, eating to their heart's content. Ron and a few Gryffindors were ravenously consuming their food while Hermione gently scolded Ron to take it easy lest he choke. Harry, meanwhile, barely ate, having only a few slices of pie from the table.
While the eating was going on, he noticed one particular teacher who sat in with the rest of the professors.
Professor Vader.
He had neither touched his food nor removed his mask. Harry was somewhat curious. He needed to know if there was a reason for not removing his mask other than concealing his identity. Nevertheless, Harry understood that it would be some time before he could broach that subject.
In the meantime, he'll just keep to himself.
The last thing he desired was additional trouble. Having been his constant companion for four years, he wished, for once, to refrain from involving himself in someone else's affairs on this occasion.
As Harry was lost in his thoughts, the booming voice of Dumbledore interrupted him before he could continue his contemplation. "Well, now that we have dined and been well-fed, I request your attention for a few moments for the customary announcements," Dumbledore began in a resonant voice. "First Years at Hogwarts, take heed that The Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits to all students. It would be wise not to venture through it," Dumbledore advised with patience. "Furthermore, the trip to Hogsmeade is reserved solely for third-year students and above. Those younger or below Third Year are not permitted. Third Years will require permission from their parents or guardians to partake in the trip." Dumbledore reminded them that this was a mandatory requirement if they wished to leave for the village.
"Quidditch tryouts will commence in the next two weeks, so I would advise all students in their second year or above who wish to represent their House on the field to start practicing," Dumbledore continued as he neared the conclusion of his announcements to the Hogwarts students in the Great Hall.
"But let's set aside my advice for now. I can tell you're all growing tired and slowing down, so it's time for bed. Off you go, and may you all have a pleasant night at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, wishing everyone a good night before he made his way to his office.
"About time. I'm starting to get knackered now." Ron blurted loudly.
"Ron, don't forget we have to escort the First Years to Gryffindor Tower." Hermione strictly reminded the ginger, Weasley.
Ron sighed, knowing there was more to catch of being a Prefect. "Yes, Hermione, it is our job as Prefects, after all," he commented weary.
Fred snickered at his younger brother's attitude. "Yes, Prefect Ronnie, after all, most of us know how to get to Gryffindor Tower!" Fred teased, knowing it was easy to get in his brother's skin.
"Good luck, Ronnikins! Take care!" George jumped in on the tease.
All of the students, now exhausted, began to leave once the Prefects in each house started to round them up. The Gryffindors were the first ones to round up the First Years. "Alright! Gryffindors, this way!" Ron shouted, leading the younger Gryffindors to the standard room.
Shortly after the First Years departed with Ron and Hermione, Harry gradually began to leave the Great Hall, seeking rest for the night. As he did so, he glanced to the left side of the hall, inadvertently observing the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher conversing with Professor Dumbledore, who appeared calm throughout.
Once their conversation concluded, the masked man, now identified as Professor Vader, slowly began to walk away from the Hogwarts Headmaster. He disregarded Dolores Umbridge's irritating chatter as he made his way to the entrance of The Great Hall, where Harry was presently standing.
Once again, Harry felt the cold energy emanating from this man. It briefly reminded him of the dementor's presence, almost as if his soul were about to be sucked away. The dark, cold orbs on the skull mask stared directly into the young Gryffindor's green eyes as if he were facing death once more.
Just then, the masked professor walked through the raven-haired wizard, leaving him like a deer in the highlights.
"Hey Harry, ar-are you okay?" Neville nervously asked again, concerned for his schoolmate.
Harry nodded slowly, a frown creasing his brow as thoughts swirled tumultuously in his mind. "Ye-Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, Neville. I'm just tired. I haven't gotten much rest since I rode to Hogwarts on the train."
Disregard the train; he has scarcely rested since attending his hearing at the Wizengamot. The persistent nightmares involving a certain dark wizard tormenting him in his sleep have been relentless.
Neville didn't buy it for a second but reluctantly believed his friend afterward. "Oh, okay. Then, shall we go to the Gryffindor Common Room?" Neville inquired, suggesting to rest for the rest of the night.
"Yeah, let's go." Harry agreed, turning to face the entrance as he began to walk towards the other hall, wanting to forget the earlier ordeals from the other day.
As the Young Gryffindor continued to walk the stairs with Neville in front of him, a tingly feeling occurred on his forehead. His scar felt it, not in pain like the previous times, including when he felt Voldemort's presence, but it felt… strange in a way.
He could feel someone attempting to communicate with him, and he heard a voice speak to him out of nowhere.
'I can feel your anger. Do not let it tempt you in darkness.'
The voice was dark and filled with a foreboding warning, causing Harry to look around frantically. His hands trembled slightly as the ominous voice filled the quarters, making him feel as though he was the only one who could hear it.
"Wh-Who said that?" Harry questioned, looking around the hallway as if a ghost was speaking to him.
It couldn't be. It-It couldn't be Voldemort. But who else could be speaking to the young wizard out of the blue?
'Learn how to control your emotions.'
Emotions? What emotions? Harry had a vague idea of what the voice was referring to, but he wasn't certain if it was about his dreams of Voldemort, which haunted him every time he rested, knowing what he was planning at the moment. Harry wanted an answer; part of him wanted to scream at the unknown voice. Both of his hands clenched together as he tried to make sense of this predicament.
'I sense great power in you, Potter.'
With that, the voice left the young wizard bewildered, questioning what had just transpired. This... This couldn't be real. Someone had to be speaking to him, not merely warning him about his emotions and anger. It left more questions than answers at this point. At the last moment, he heard the voice referring to him as possessing great power, but what power? Did it mean his magic? Harry became curious after hearing the last words of the voice.
Neville's concerned voice broke through Harry's tense thoughts. "Harry, are you alright? You seem dazed as if you were speaking to someone."
Harry turned to face Neville, shaking his head in the process. "No-Nothing. Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now." He confessed, disregarding the earlier thoughts he had recently entertained.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital wing?" Neville asked worriedly.
Harry shook his head in response. "No, I'm fine, Neville." Harry paused for a second. "Really. I am. I just want to rest for the night."
Neville looked confused and unsure but reluctantly nodded his head before turning to walk up the stairs leading into the Gryffindor Common Room.
Before Harry could take another step, his eyes narrowed on a particular sight: a shadowy figure in the distance.
It was the new professor for the Dark Arts class, staring at him for a few seconds before being escorted by Professor McGonagall, walking away from The Gryffindor's sight.
Was it he who was communicating to The Young Gryffindor? Was it some kind of spell he was using on the Hogwarts student?
That was very odd. Very. Oh well… Normally, Harry would have found a way to make sense of it, but in this case, he was feeling tired from earlier, and being struck with a random sense of fatigue wasn't helping either. He'd better get some rest while he can.
Tomorrow will be a big day for him.
On the bright side, he wouldn't have to hear his Uncle or cousin's loud snoring underneath in the Dursleys household.
That was one thing he looked forward to for the rest of the school year.
"Tell your sister… you were right." The last words Anakin Skywalker spoke to his son.
He had to acknowledge the truth. For the first time, it seemed he was attaining the tranquility he merited. Even if this peace meant his demise following a rebellion against his vile, erstwhile master, ultimately, it was indeed worthwhile.
Despite this, he was overwhelmed with immense guilt for his past wrongdoings. He believed he didn't merit this tranquility. Even with his son's forgiveness, he could not absolve himself of the crimes he had perpetrated across the Galaxy.
He expected to die, accepting the afterlife as his punishment, but not this. He did not wake up in a new world where he was the only Force User in this Universe, seeing technology he wasn't familiar with.
It was… very odd, to say the least. Vader already knew what he was getting himself into. This wasn't anything new to him, of course.
However, it didn't mean he knew the answer on the spot.
"This will be your room, Professor Vader." Professor McGonagall stated, showcasing the room, which appeared to be an office with an ordinary bed with red sheets and a white pillow, along with a cabinet and a chair next to it. "I hope this is enough for your staying at Hogwarts for the rest of the year, Professor."
"Khooh Phuur."
"It is… acceptable." Vader lied, assuring the Deputy Headmistress. A part of him wished he had his meditation chamber installed within the walls of this magical academy. "I take it that it is up to the professor to decorate their quarters?"
"Yes, you could say that." Professor McGonagall agreed with the former Sith Lord, remembering the distasteful memory of Gilderoy Lockhart's lurid decorations when he was a retired professor rooming here. "A-Anyway, yes, feel free to let us know any request you'll need. As well, if you have anything that may or may not be dangerous to our school grounds." she continued to advise the former Sith Lord on any requests for himself.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I will let you know on that subject," Vader assured calmly.
McGonagall nodded, understanding the former Dark Lord's words. "Very well, I bid you a good night, Professor." The elderly headmistress spoke politely, heading towards the door and wishing the Fallen Jedi Knight a pleasant night.
Vader remained silent, standing still for a few moments before walking to his bed. The former Sith Lord sat down on the soft mattress, crossed his mechanical legs, and gazed at the opposite side of the bed-chamber.
Did The Force plan for him to receive this fate? Was it even possible for him to receive this redemption? There had to have been more of a reason for this plan of action.
Either way, Vader would find a way through it because this is what his son would have wanted for him. To see the good in himself once more.
Gripping his mechanical right hand, Vader pledged to carry out the mission entrusted to him by The Force. He resolved to reunite with both of his children, even if it required confronting the same trials he had faced as a former Jedi and a Dark Lord of the Sith.
'Luke, Leia… I will see you once I am done with whatever plans The Force has assigned me. Nevertheless, I hope you both can forgive me for my past wrongdoings. To become what I was originally. Farewell for now, my children.'
Vader resumed to close both of his eyes as he began to meditate quietly.
This was The Next Great Adventure for him in a Galaxy far, far away.
Or the Universe, for that matter. Either way, it's certainly a new experience for him.
AN: Hello Everyone! I'm back again with another fic in hand!
Special thanks go to Meraj Alimi (King 101) and Fredward01 for beta-testing this chapter. We couldn't have done it without their help!
So yes, this is another Vader fic with him being transported to the HP Universe after the events of Episode VII. I took the inspiration from another HP/SW fic where Vader goes to Hogwarts as a Professor, but the difference between that fic and this is that in this fic, the SW movies don't exist and are a separate Universe from the HP world.
Meaning Vader is a mystery to all the students of Hogwarts since his iconic scenes and backstory are unknown to them now.
However, unlike the other SW fic I have, this one will be more wholesome and comedic. Think of it as a crack fic of sorts when it comes to the students' perspectives regarding interactions with Vader.
I hope this is a more original approach to the HP/SW Crossover section. Especially since 95% of HP/SW crossovers are either Harry being transported to the SW Universe or Harry being trained by a Jedi or Sith before he even receives his first Hogwarts letter.
So hope this will be a nice change of pace for once.
Overall, I hope you guys enjoy this obscure crossover and a refreshing take on the HP/SW genre. Please leave a favorite, follow, and, of course, review the story! No flames but as always, constructive criticism is always welcome! The support greatly means it!
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Rest in peace, James Earl Jones. We will never forget the legacy and influence you had on our lives and childhood as Mufasa, Mr. Mertle from The Sandlot, Kibosh from Casper, and, of course, the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. May you find peace, and may The Force be with you. Thank you for giving us an awesome childhood from all your outstanding performances, and may you rest well.
That said, I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Have a long and happy life with your loved ones, and appreciate what you have as always. Stay safe, stay awesome, and have a wonderful day outside! Adios!