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Obi-Wan held Qui-Gon as they moved carefully through the palace, the older Jedi leaning heavily on his Padawan for support. The wound inflicted by the Sith burned through Qui-Gon's chest, but luckily, while it had been deep, it had not seemed to hit anything vital and the lightsaber itself had cauterized the injury, preventing a continual blood loss. That small mercy kept them moving, step by step, through the ornate hallways of Theed Palace, their footsteps echoing off marble floors and stone walls.
Their destination was the grand throne room, which is where, in the briefing before the attack, Padmé's intelligence had stated Nute Gunray would be. As they got near they heard the sounds of blaster fire fading into silence. Harry, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon sped up their pace, arriving just as Padmé and the soldiers with her, overcame the last of Nute Gunray's droids, the final clatter of metal on the floor signaling the end of the skirmish. The Neimoidian Viceroy stood with his hands raised in surrender, a defeated look on his face as Padmé's soldiers closed in around him.
Padmé, her blaster still in hand, turned towards the three of them as they entered the room, her eyes widening in concern and surprise at the sight of Qui-Gon's injury. Harry saw the tension in her shoulders and the look of apprehension that flickered across her face, but she quickly hid it behind a mask of calm composure. She nodded towards them, motioning towards a place to sit down, then made her way over to Nute Gunray, directing him to deactivate the remaining droid armies attacking the Gungans.
"Disable the droid control system," she commanded, her voice steady. Nute Gunray seemed to hesitate for a moment, perhaps hoping for reinforcements as a fearful tremor passing through him, but the determined look in Padmé's eyes brooked no argument. Reluctantly, he gave the command through his communication device. After several moments, Padmé's communicator went off, the pilots who had left the hanger and had gone to the battlefield, confirmed that the droids had shut down, leaving the Gungans, and the individuals she had been able to spare, victorious.
As soon as she received this confirmation, Padmé hurried over to where Obi-Wan had eased Qui-Gon onto a seat. The Jedi Master winced but tried to offer a reassuring smile despite the pain that creased his features. Padmé knelt beside him, her expression worried. "Is your master going to be all right?" she asked, glancing up at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan gave a tentative smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I think so. But it's Qui-Gon who should answer that." He looked down at his mentor, who was already attempting to sit up straighter despite the injury.
"Do not worry about me, Your Majesty," Qui-Gon said, his voice rough. "It is only a flesh wound."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, a touch of exasperation creeping into his expression. "It's a bit more than a flesh wound, Master. A couple of centimeters deeper, and ..." He trailed off, the thought of how close they had come to losing Qui-Gon causing his voice to falter.
Qui-Gon reached out, resting a hand on Obi-Wan's arm. "But it was not, my young Padawan. Thanks to Harry's timely intervention and your efforts, I shall recover in time."
Padmé's gaze shifted from Qui-Gon to Harry, surprise lighting her features. "And what of the dark Jedi, the Sith? What happened to him?" she asked, glancing uneasily towards the entrance as if expecting the Sith Lord to reappear at any moment.
"The Sith will trouble us no longer," Qui-Gon replied. "Obi-Wan can provide you with the details if you wish, but suffice to say, he is no longer a threat." His voice was firm.
Padmé nodded, visibly relieved by the news. She appeared to be about to inquire as to something else when Captain Panaka called her over from the far side of the room, gesturing urgently. She glanced back at the Jedi and opened her mouth again.
However, before she could say anything, Qui-Gon started. "It appears that you have managed to free your people, Your Majesty, but I'm sure there is still plenty to do," Qui-Gon said. "Do not worry about us. You should attend to what comes next. We can continue our debrief later."
Padmé's expression softened, and she nodded. "I'm grateful for your help. And I would like to speak with you again when things have settled," she said before turning to Harry. "I'm glad to see you are all right, Harry. I admit, even despite what you had done for us on Tatooine, I questioned Master Qui-Gon's judgment when he told us he was bringing you along. But it seems you were anything but a hindrance. I especially look forward to hearing the role you played today."
Harry managed a small, sheepish smile, still adjusting to the fact that Padmé was the Queen. "As you wish. I'm just glad I could help, your Majesty—" He hesitated, noticing the expression on her face as she laughed.
"When we're not in a formal setting, Padmé is fine," she said, nudging his shoulder lightly. "Hearing 'Your Majesty' from you just sounds strange."
Harry chuckled, relaxing a bit as he nodded in agreement. He appreciated the effort she made to put him at ease, and he saw in her a kindness that reminded him of his friends from home.
Padmé turned back to the Jedi. "I'll send someone up here with medical supplies for Master Qui-Gon. They should be here soon." She cast one last look over the three of them, gratitude evident in her expression, before heading over to where Captain Panaka was waiting, her steps quick and purposeful.
Once she was out of earshot, Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, his tension easing just a fraction. "She is handling this remarkably well," he observed, before turning to Harry. "You did well, Harry," Obi-Wan said quietly, breaking Harry from his thoughts. There was a genuine gratitude in his voice, mixed with a hint of exhaustion. "Arriving when you did ... I can't help but feel that it made all the difference."
"I'm just glad I could help," he replied, glancing at Qui-Gon, who gave him a faint, if slightly pained, smile.
"Obi-Wan is right, Harry. It seems the Force truly brought you to us for a reason," Qui-Gon murmured, his voice raspy but steady. He closed his eyes briefly, then looked back at Harry, his gaze piercing despite the pain and weariness. "I want to thank you for saving my life today, but caution you not to put yourself in such a risky position again, if not for Obi-Wan, neither of us would have left that chamber."
Before Harry could respond, they were interrupted by the arrival of the medical team. A trio of medics rushed over, carrying portable medical supplies and an anti-grav stretcher. Obi-Wan quickly filled them in on Qui-Gon's condition, and they moved to carefully examine the Jedi Master's wound.
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The days that followed the liberation of Naboo were surprisingly peaceful, at least compared to the chaos that had come before. Nute Gunray, looking defeated and sullen, signed a formal declaration of non-aggression towards Naboo. His hand shook as he signed the document, and the weight of his defeat seemed to hang on his shoulders. Immediately upon signing, he was placed under close guard, awaiting transport to Coruscant for a tribunal hearing. The Viceroy's fate would be decided there, and many—including Padmé—were eager to see him held accountable for his actions.
With the immediate threat to her people resolved, Padmé turned her attention to rebuilding and planning the upcoming celebration of their victory. She coordinated relief efforts for her citizens and worked with the Gungans to repair the damage done during the battle. At Qui-Gon's insistence, Harry spent most of the time reflecting on the conflict. It gave him time to process everything—what had happened and how his actions had affected the outcome of the crisis.
Less than a day after Gunray's transport arrangements were finalized, a visitor arrived: Senator Palpatine, freshly elected as Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. His smile was warm and reassuring as he greeted Padmé, the silver-haired man radiating an aura of optimism and determination. They met in the palace, and Harry caught glimpses of the conversation from a distance, lingering in the shadows of the grand halls.
"I promise you, Your Majesty, that the Republic will not forget the plight of Naboo," Palpatine assured Padmé, his voice smooth and filled with conviction. "We will help with the rebuild, and I will ensure that the Neimoidians face justice for their actions. Together, we will use this event to bring about peace and prosperity to the Republic."
Not long after Palpatine's arrival, another ship descended from the skies above Theed, carrying half a dozen Jedi. Among them were Jedi Masters Mace Windu and Yoda. They were greeted with respect and gratitude, from Padmé and many of the other individuals who knew what the Jedi had been up to during the fight for Naboo. After a brief meeting, they immediately began consulting with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in private, discussing the events on Naboo and the Sith threat they had encountered.
Harry was not invited to those meetings and only caught glimpses of those discussions in passing, but he noticed that Qui-Gon seemed stronger and more like himself each time he emerged from a meeting. The Jedi Master's recovery was progressing, and everytime Harry saw him, he noticed that he moved with a little more energy, even if the lingering pain from his wound never left his face for very long.
After one particularly long meeting, Obi-Wan came out wearing a smile that Harry had not seen since they had met. His expression was lighter, the weight of the stress from the recent days seeming to have been lifted from his shoulders. He found Harry in the palace courtyard, where the young man had been sitting and reading a book Padmé had given him about the history of Naboo.
"Harry!" Obi-Wan called, his excitement evident. Harry looked up, sensing the change in his friend immediately. "You won't believe what just happened."
Harry put down the book he'd been reading from and hurried over, to where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were standing, his curiosity piqued by Obi-Wan's enthusiasm. "What is it?"
Obi-Wan practically beamed, his grin wide. "The Council has granted me the rank of Jedi Knight," he announced, his voice filled with pride and disbelief. "I'm no longer a Padawan."
For a moment, Harry was stunned into silence. Then, a broad smile broke across his face, and he reached out to clasp Obi-Wan's shoulder. "That's incredible, Obi-Wan! You deserve it. I mean, you saved both me and Qui-Gon back there. If anyone deserves to be a Knight, it's you."
Obi-Wan's expression softened with gratitude. "Thank you, Harry." His tone grew more serious, though the smile never fully left his face. "We also spoke about the return of the Sith. The Council is deeply concerned, especially with what it means for the future of the Jedi."
Harry nodded, the weight of that knowledge settling over him. "I'm guessing they're worried about more Sith being out there?"
Obi-Wan's expression grew thoughtful. "Yes, while the Council is convinced there are only two Sith. A Master and an Apprentice, they are unsure who else they are working with. But they are determined to uncover the truth. And they're also very interested in you, Harry."
Harry frowned, scratching the back of his head. "I guess that means I'll be seeing more of them once we get back to Coruscant?"
Obi-Wan nodded, a hint of a smile returning to his face. "Yes, they want to meet with you directly. But before we leave, there's something else ..." He trailed off, glancing back towards where Qui-Gon was standing, watching them with an inscrutable expression. Obi-Wan's excitement seemed to grow, as he looked back to his former master. "Master, are you going to tell Harry about his new ... situation?"
Harry's curiosity sharpened at that, and he turned his attention fully to Qui-Gon, eager to hear what they had discussed. But Qui-Gon shook his head, shooting Obi-Wan a reproachful look. "Patience, Obi-Wan," he chided gently. "It is not our place to reveal such things before the proper time."
Obi-Wan's grin faltered, and he looked slightly sheepish. "Apologies, Master. I just thought—"
"It's all right, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon interrupted, then turned to Harry, his expression softening. "What I can tell you, Harry, is that a master has been selected for you. But the details must wait until we reach Coruscant. The Council wishes to make that reveal themselves once they've had their chat with you."
Harry's breath caught at those words. "I ... I understand," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the excitement and nerves swirling inside him. "Thank you, Master Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon's expression softened further, a faint, almost fatherly smile crossing his lips. "You have done well, Harry. Your presence here has already made a difference, in more ways than you know. The road ahead may be uncertain, but you will not walk it alone, you shall walk it as a Jedi."
As the day wore on, the preparations for the official celebration tomorrow continued, and the people of Naboo began to gather in the streets, their spirits lifted by the promise of a new beginning. In the evening, Harry found himself looking out over Theed from one of the palace balconies, watching as lanterns were lit and joyful music filled the air. The sight of the city below, filled with people who had been freed from the Trade Federation invasion, filled him with a sense of happiness and purpose that surprised him.
Obi-Wan joined him on the balcony, the two of them standing side by side as dusk settled over the city. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Obi-Wan remarked, his voice quiet and reflective. "After everything that's happened ... the fact that the people are able to find a reason to be happy, rather than focus on the pain that had befallen them."
Harry nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I guess it's a reminder of why the Jedi get involved. To help give people moments like this."
Obi-Wan glanced at Harry, a contemplative look in his eyes. "It looks like Qui-Gon's lessons are paying off. You're right. Although usually we try to refrain from … aggressive negotations."
Harry met his gaze and smiled.
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The next day dawned bright and clear over Theed, the capital of Naboo, as the city prepared for the grand celebration of its liberation. Harry awoke to the sounds of bells ringing throughout the city, and as he made his way to the palace courtyard, he could feel the anticipation in the air. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of joy and hope. Banners of blue and silver adorned the streets, and flowers had been woven into garlands that hung from every building. The people of Naboo, dressed in their finest clothes, gathered along the main avenue, eager to witness the day's events.
As a guest of honor, Harry found himself in a position he never thought he'd be in—standing beside Master Yoda on a raised platform, slightly behind the queen herself. To Padmé's right stood Obi-Wan, wearing the simple robes of a newly minted Jedi Knight, his expression composed but tinged with the excitement of the moment. Qui-Gon, looking as though he had still not fully recovered from his injuries, stood beside Obi-Wan, having been given a cane to lean on. Behind them, the palace guards stood at attention, their uniforms gleaming in the morning sun.
The grand procession began as the Gungan army made their way down the main avenue, a sight that Harry would not soon forget. The Gungan warriors, dressed in their traditional armor, marched in perfect formation, their energy shields glinting in the light. At their head rode Boss Nass, his broad frame swaying atop a large kaadu, one of the Gungans' favored mounts. Behind him followed Jar Jar Binks and several other Gungan commanders, their expressions proud and resolute as they led their people forward.
The procession was accompanied by a chorus of rhythmic drumbeats that echoed through the city, a deep, steady rhythm that matched the steps of the Gungan warriors. The crowd cheered as the procession passed, and the sound of their voices mingled with the drumbeats, creating a symphony of celebration that filled the air.
Harry found himself captivated by the sight of the Gungan army marching through the streets. Their movements were precise, disciplined, a far cry from the chaotic preparations he had witnessed just days before. As the Gungan's reached the stairs leading up to the Queen, he glanced over at Master Yoda, whose expression was unreadable as he watched the procession with his hands resting on his own cane. When Harry turned back, he caught sight of Jar Jar attempting to dismount from his kaadu.
The lanky Gungan struggled with the reins, his movements awkward as he tried to find his footing before dismounting. For a moment, it seemed as though he might make a graceful landing—until his foot caught on the stirrup. Jar Jar wobbled dangerously, his arms pinwheeling for balance before he tumbled forward. He managed to catch himself at the last second, but not before nearly face-planting into the dirt. Harry bit back a laugh, quickly glancing at Yoda to see if the diminutive master had noticed.
Yoda's ears twitched slightly, and though his expression remained serene, Harry thought he saw the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of the Jedi Master's lips. Harry swallowed his chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly with the effort.
With the Gungans now assembled before the palace, Boss Nass dismounted with a dignified air, certainly much more so than Jar Jar, and walked forward to meet Padmé, who stood at the edge of the platform, flanked by her royal guards. A hush fell over the crowd as Padmé stepped down, her white ceremonial gown flowing behind her like a river of silk. Harry watched closely as she approached Boss Nass, remembering the conversation they had shared the day before.
Padmé had shown him the artifact that would play a central role in this moment—a gleaming, spherical object that seemed to radiate light from within. It was the Globe of Peace, an ancient relic that had been a symbol of peace and unity between the ancient people of Naboo and the Gungans for centuries. Padmé had explained its history to Harry in the quiet of the palace halls, sharing how it represented a time when the two peoples had lived together in harmony, before misunderstandings and tensions had driven them apart. She had spoken with hope that today, they could begin a new era of cooperation.
As Padmé and Boss Nass reached each other, she initiated the interaction and bowed her head respectfully, a gesture that he mirrored, his large hands clasped together. The Globe of Peace was brought forward by two of Padmé's attendants, who carefully handed it to her. It was a beautiful artifact, about the size of a melon, its surface smooth and polished like glass. Within the orb, swirls of blue and gold danced together, casting a soft glow across Padmé's face as she held it.
The crowd watched in silence as Padmé turned to address Boss Nass. Her voice, steady and clear, carried across the plaza, amplified by the gentle hum of the comm systems that had been set up for the occasion.
"Boss Nass, today we honor the alliance that has been forged between our people, a bond of friendship that will not be broken. This Globe of Peace is a symbol of that bond, a reminder of what we can achieve when we stand together. In the spirit of unity, I offer this to you, and to all the Gungan people, with the hope that our shared future will be just as bright."
With those words, she extended the Globe towards Boss Nass, her hands steady despite the significance of the moment and the weight of the object. For a heartbeat, Harry held his breath, feeling the tension in the air, as if the entire city was waiting for Boss Nass's response.
Boss Nass reached out with his large hands, carefully taking the Globe from Padmé's smaller ones. For a moment, he looked down at the glowing sphere in his grasp, his expression solemn as he considered the weight of what it represented. Then, a broad smile split his face, and he raised the Globe high above his head, letting out a booming cheer that echoed across the plaza.
"Peace! Peace between us all!" Boss Nass declared, his voice carrying to every corner of the city.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices a wave of joy that swept through the streets. The Gungan warriors raised their energy shields high, creating a dazzling display of light that shimmered in the midday sun. The people of Naboo clapped and shouted, their faces alight with hope and happiness. Even the Jedi Masters—who Harry had found typically maintained a reserved composure—allowed themselves small smiles as they applauded.
Padmé's expression softened as she watched Boss Nass accept the Globe of Peace, a look of deep satisfaction crossing her features. She turned slightly and caught Harry's eye, giving him a small, knowing nod, as if to say, We did it. Harry returned the gesture, smiling at the sight of her happiness.
As Boss Nass and Padmé stood together, the Globe of Peace held aloft between them, the celebration in the city reached its peak. Musicians struck up a joyful tune, and the streets filled with dancers and revelers, celebrating the victory and the new alliance. The air was filled with music, laughter, and the sound of children playing, their joy unrestrained by the pain of recent events.
Harry glanced at Yoda, who was watching the scene with a contemplative expression, his eyes half-closed as he listened to the sounds of celebration. "Master Yoda, what do you think?" Harry asked quietly.
Yoda opened one eye, glancing up at Harry with a wry smile. "A good beginning, this is. But much work, there is yet to be done." He gestured with his cane towards the scene before them. "Hopeful, these moments are. But fragile, hope can be. Nurtured, it must be, if to flourish it is."
Harry nodded, understanding the deeper meaning behind Yoda's words. Today was a victory, a step in the right direction but there were challenges ahead, especially those tied to the Sith.
But for now, Harry allowed himself to enjoy the moment, letting the music and laughter of Theed wash over him. He watched as Padmé and Boss Nass, representatives of two once-divided peoples, stood side by side, their faces turned towards a new dawn. And as the celebration continued, Harry couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, there was hope that everything would turn out alright.
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The day after the celebration of Naboo's liberation, Harry found himself standing on the bridge of the Jedi's ship, gazing out into the vastness of space. Beyond the thick, curved viewport, the stars began to stretch and blur, transforming into long streaks of light as the ship made the jump into hyperspace. It was a sight Harry had seen before but still found mesmerizing. There was a tranquility to it, the soft hum of the ship's engines and the quiet rush of the stars creating a sense of calm that settled deep in his chest.
To Harry's right stood recently promoted Jedi Knight Obi-Wan. His stance was relaxed but confident, hands clasped behind his back as he too watched the stars. Despite the calm demeanor, Harry could see a subtle energy in Obi-Wan, a new sense of purpose that hadn't been there before. He had been given new responsibilities, and the weight of them rested lightly on his shoulders. It was a change that made Harry smile, glad that his friend had achieved something so significant.
To Harry's left, the diminutive form of Master Yoda stood as still as a statue, leaning slightly on his gnarled cane. His large green eyes took in the view of hyperspace with a contemplative expression, the light from the streaking stars reflecting in his wizened face.
"Strange, the feeling of beginning anew can be, hmm?" Yoda spoke softly, turning his head slightly to look up at Harry. His voice, as always, carried that odd cadence, but there was warmth in it.
Harry nodded, crossing his arms as he kept his gaze forward. "Yeah. I never thought I'd be here, doing something like this. But I'm looking forward to it—heading back to Coruscant, starting my training properly."
"Much to learn, you still have," Yoda continued, his tone serious but kind. "But potential, I see. Great change, within you lies. A path uncertain, yet not without promise."
Obi-Wan glanced over, catching the conversation between Harry and Yoda. He smiled slightly, a genuine expression that softened his otherwise serious features. "You'll do well, Harry. The Council wouldn't have decided to bring you to accept you as a padawan if they didn't see something worth training. And from what I've seen, you've got what it takes."
Harry couldn't help but grin, turning his head to meet Obi-Wan's gaze. "Thanks, Obi-Wan. I just hope I don't let anyone down."
"You won't," Obi-Wan replied with certainty. He turned back to the stars, his voice becoming more thoughtful. "It's a new beginning for all of us. The galaxy's changing since ... the Sith returned. But whatever comes next, we'll face it together."
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Story Note 1 – In the movies there were certainly more Jedi present after the fight for Naboo but I chose to interpret that as a lot of the Jedi had come for Qui-Gon's sake to mourn his passing. But in this case since Qui-Gon was ok-ish, he'll need time to fully recover, the Jedi who did come came to signify the importance of Naboo's victory.
Story Note 2 – Final chance to guess who Harry's Master will be! Next chapter is the reveal! Time to get down to business and then the training and missions get to start!
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fraewyn, DS2010, starboy454, NCC1701D USS Enterprise, cameron 1812, Ep, - Thanks so much for the review and I hope you are enjoying the story so far!
squidsk - Had tried to address that but might go back and rewrite that if there is more confusion but it was more so Harry was only going to watch and did not expect to get into conflict.
ShadowbaneXX - I'm not sure where that comment comes from but that's not how I write.
Spk hunter - That is how I ended up writing it. So super happy that you enjoyed reading it that way!
jslee102 - Had considered it but in the end I want to branch away from canon and this was an important change that needed to be made. I am glad the path wasn't too obvious and look forward to seeing how much can be predicted going forward!
Monkey D. Conan - I really appreciate well thought out comments like that. Thanks so much :) that is certainly something I will consider going forward. However, there was a reason I wrote it the way I did and we will see how it comes about.
rajeshkont - There was a specific reason it was written that way and will be described more in detail going forward. However, general overview it is because the force and magic are different forces so can't feel the ability being used but will be able to sense the incoming danger of a directed attack.
MorphCross - I'd certainly agree! However, a young Harry with magic and the force might still be over powered by a competent force user but eventually Harry will be quite the bit more capable.
aikiwoce - That's totally fair. Thanks for the input!
WhiteElfElder - I'd certainly hope it went unobserved but as the story progresses certainly his 'secret weapon' will become less and less secret. Any guess who finds out/is told first? My bet is on Jar Jar. Haha :) jk I promise it won't be Jar Jar ... probably.
Ketom - Did not forget and that will be something that comes into effect later but as of yet apparating somewhere unknown is not possible.
Brightstone Keep - Hopefully it was a satisfying appearance!
Callum Runchman - This is such a good point! There will certainly be several of these factions looked into!