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The next few months were some of the most difficult yet rewarding of Harry's life. Jedi training was no small task, but Harry tackled it with a determination that surprised even himself. His days were filled with meditation, history lessons, lightsaber drills, and exhausting physical exercises, leaving him with little time to dwell on the changes in his life. Still, he kept a mental note of the days that passed since he'd last seen his mother, wondering how she was adapting to Coruscant.

Two months into his training, he returned to the dorm room that he had been assigned, carrying a pile of tablets that Master Nu had given him to read. He was surprised to see a small datapad flashing with an unread message. He picked it up, immediately sensing that it was from his mother. His surprise grew as his mother, who out of respect for the Jedi's policies, had managed to refrain from contacting him since his training began.

A nervous excitement fluttered in his chest as he opened the message. His mother's face appeared on the small screen, her expression a mixture of sadness and determination.

"Harry, I know this might come as a surprise, but I've been in contact with a representative from Queen Amidala. She's extended an offer for me to move to Naboo, to start a new life there. I ... I've accepted it."

The words hit Harry like a blow. He watched the rest of the message, hearing her apologies for leaving so suddenly, her explanation that it was easier to leave quickly rather than draw out the goodbye. "I'm proud of you, Harry. I know you'll do great things. I love you—more than anything."

As the message ended, Harry stood frozen in place, torn between happiness for his mother's opportunity and the ache of losing her presence in his life again. But one thing was certain: he couldn't let her leave without saying goodbye.

He sprinted from the dormitory, racing through the halls of the Jedi Temple faster than he ever had before. His breath came in gasps, his feet barely touching the ground as he navigated the corridors. When he reached the guest quarters where his mother had been staying, he found the room empty, but he sensed she wasn't far and he might be able to catch her. Without a second thought, he took off down the hallway heading to the front of the Temple, trusting his instincts.

Just as she was about to step onto a speeder in front of the Temple, Harry caught up to her, nearly knocking her over as he tackled her in a tight hug. She gasped in surprise, tears already forming in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Harry," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't want to make this a thing."

"Mom, there's no way I'd miss saying goodbye," he replied, pulling back enough to look at her face.

She smiled through her tears, brushing a hand against his cheek. "Aren't Jedi supposed to forgo attachments and control their emotions?"

Harry shrugged as he shook his head. "That's what Obi-Wan keeps saying, but I can't believe that all attachments are bad." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice in a dramatic whisper. "But just so I don't get in trouble with Obi-Wan and have to clean all the meditation mats again, maybe don't tell him about this goodbye."

She laughed softly and embraced him again, holding him tight. "I love you, Harry. Don't change, no matter what they tell you."

He swallowed back the lump in his throat, forcing a smile. "I love you too, Mom. I promise I'll find a way to see you. And I'll make you proud."

She shook her head, her eyes brimming with pride. "I'm already proud of you, every single day. Nothing will change that." With a final squeeze, she stepped back, glancing towards the speeder pilot who was patiently waiting. "I need to go, Harry, or I won't be able to do this. Being on the same planet and not being able to talk to you would be ... too hard."

He nodded, giving her a smile even as his heart ached. "Take care, Mom."

She climbed onto the speeder, but as it lifted off and merged into the bustling air traffic above Coruscant, Harry could just make out her waving at him over the side. He waved back, standing there until the speeder disappeared from view.

As he turned back towards the Temple, Harry spotted Obi-Wan standing by the entrance, arms crossed, a knowing look on his face. Harry straightened, trying to come up with an excuse.

"Hello, Master. I was just—" he started, but Obi-Wan cut him off with a raised hand.

"You were just what, my young apprentice? Out for a walk? Examining the Jedi Temple guards?" Obi-Wan shook his head, though his tone was more amused than angry. "Your mother contacted me as well with her decision. I decided to escort her here and wish her well. Imagine my complete surprise when, just as she was about to board her speeder, you come flying by me so fast you didn't even notice I was there."

Harry flushed, looking sheepish. "I ... suppose I got a bit caught up in the moment, Master."

Obi-Wan sighed, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Let that be a lesson to you, my young Padawan. Following your emotions can lead to oversights and mistakes you wouldn't make if you were in full control of your emotions."

Harry paused, considering his words before nodding. "I understand, Master. I will try to be more aware of my surroundings in the future ... but I still find it hard to believe that emotions are all bad. Haven't you ever felt emotions that made you stronger—positive ones, not anger or hate?"

Obi-Wan's expression faltered for a moment, his eyes distant, before he managed to hide it by turning away. "Sometimes I wonder if the Council assigning you to me was a punishment of sorts," he muttered, a hint of humor returning to his voice. "I can't imagine I was ever this stressful for my master."

Harry smiled at the subtle shift in his mentor's mood, feeling a sense of relief. "Well, we could always ask Qui-Gon if you were a handful. I believe he said he would be attending the lightsaber dueling session today to see how my training has been going."

Obi-Wan let out a mock laugh. "Then we'd better not keep him waiting."

The training room buzzed with a few scattered spectators, Padawans and Masters alike, all eager to see how Harry's skills had progressed. Master Cin Drallig, the Jedi Temple's renowned Weapon Master, faced Harry with a calm expression, his lightsaber pointed towards him.

"Again," Master Drallig called out, his voice steady as he launched into an attack, his movements fluid and precise. He advanced on Harry, lightsaber flashing in controlled arcs. Harry barely had time to brace himself before the Weapon Master's first strike came down like a thunderbolt.

Harry met the attack with his own blade, the force of the blow sending a shockwave up his arms. He gritted his teeth, focusing on maintaining his footing. He could feel Master Drallig probing his defenses, testing for weaknesses, but he had come to recognize these maneuvers over weeks of training. Today, he was determined to hold his ground.

Master Drallig's strikes were methodical, a relentless barrage that tested Harry's concentration. They moved across the sparring ring in a blur, blue blades clashing with sharp, crackling sounds that echoed through the training hall. Harry deflected a downward strike, twisting his body to the side as he tried to slip in a quick jab. But Master Drallig was already there, parrying the blow effortlessly and driving Harry back with a sweeping strike that came inches from his side.

"You're telegraphing your attacks, Skywalker!" he barked, even as he launched another rapid sequence. Harry took the criticism to heart, adjusting his stance and focusing on keeping his intentions hidden. He breathed deeply, trying to center himself in the Force as they had practiced. It allowed him to read the flow of Master Drallig's movements, anticipating his next attack just a fraction of a second before it came.

For a few minutes, Harry managed to hold his own. He blocked a series of rapid strikes and even managed a counterattack, forcing the older Jedi to take a step back. The crowd of watching Padawans murmured among themselves, impressed by Harry's resilience against one of the temple's most formidable duelists. Master Drallig's expression remained calm and focused, his eyes never leaving Harry's as he seamlessly shifted into a more aggressive stance.

Then, without warning, he changed the tempo of the exercise. He came at Harry with a speed that left exactly no room for error, each strike heavier and faster than the last. Harry's confidence wavered as he found himself pushed onto the defensive, his own attacks reduced to desperate parries. He tried to match the Weapon Master's pace, but it was like facing a storm; Master Drallig's strikes rained down on him, one after another, relentless and unyielding.

Harry's muscles burned with effort as he blocked another series of attacks, each one coming closer to slipping past his defenses. Master Drallig's blade hummed through the air, a blur of blue light that seemed to come from all directions at once. Harry ducked under a high swing, only to find a thrust aimed directly at his chest. He twisted aside, nearly falling to the ground, the blade grazing his tunic, and retaliated with a quick slash aimed at Master Drallig's side. But the older Jedi spun away, his lightsaber flicking up to bat Harry's attack aside as though it were a minor inconvenience.

"Your form is strong, but you need to work on your precision, especially when exhausted," he said, his voice as calm as if they were discussing the weather. He pressed forward, his strikes faster than ever, pushing Harry back towards the edge of the ring. "Remember—control is everything."

Even knowing this was just a test, Harry began to feel a sense of hopelessness as he struggled to keep up. He had faced plenty of tough opponents during his training, but nothing like this. Master Drallig's presence was like a mountain—imposing and immovable. That being said, Harry gritted his teeth, focusing on each movement, each step, trying to keep his mind clear, refusing to give up. He could feel the Force all around him, guiding his hands, but it was like grasping at smoke. Every time he tried to push back with an offensive maneuver, the older Jedi swatted it away with minimal effort.

After what felt like an hour, Harry's stamina began to ebb. His breaths came in short, sharp gasps, his muscles screaming with fatigue. Yet he refused to give in. He tightened his grip on his lightsaber and threw himself into a desperate counter, a flurry of strikes meant to break through Master Drallig's defenses. But the Weapon Master was ready—he caught Harry's blade with a powerful block, twisting his wrist to disarm him. Harry barely managed to recover, jerking his weapon back just in time to avoid being left wide open and weaponless.

Master Drallig's eyes gleamed with approval, though he said nothing, continuing his relentless assault. Harry fought to keep up, his mind scrambling to adapt to the constant changes in tempo and direction. He began to rely more on his instincts, letting the Force guide him as best as it could. He slipped under a sweeping attack and brought his blade up to block an overhead strike, his lightsaber barely holding against the force of the blow.

"Better," the older Jedi murmured, pressing down with his blade and forcing Harry to strain against the weight.

He spun away, and before Harry could catch his breath, Master Drallig was attacking again, as fast as he was before. Harry's blade moved almost of its own accord, deflecting the worst of the blows, but he could feel the fatigue wearing him down. His footwork began to falter, his responses a fraction too slow. A narrow miss left a singe across his sleeve, the heat from Master Drallig's lightsaber narrowly missing his arm.

Harry bit back a curse, focusing all his energy on staying in the fight. He managed a shaky parry, but the next strike sent him stumbling backward. He caught himself just in time to block a follow-up slash, the force of the impact nearly knocking the saber from his hands.

It felt like an eternity before the pace finally slowed, Master Drallig pulling back slightly to allow Harry a moment to catch his breath. Harry's vision blurred at the edges from exertion, sweat dripping down his face. His arms felt like lead, he was fighting exhaustion as much as he was the Weapon Master. But he refused to yield, raising his lightsaber in a shaky guard, ready for whatever came next.

Master Drallig seemed to sense his resolve, and with a nod, he resumed his attack, though this time he shifted to a slower, more deliberate style, probing at Harry's defenses with precise, measured strikes. Harry tried to take advantage of the slower pace, focusing on keeping his guard tight and looking for openings. But Master Drallig's defense was like a fortress—every time Harry thought he saw a weakness, it closed off before he could exploit it.

The seconds dragged into minutes, and Harry could feel his strength waning further with each clash of their blades. He knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer, but he forced himself to focus, to keep fighting. Master Drallig's eyes stayed on him, unwavering, as though searching for something beyond just physical ability.

After what felt like an eternity, the older Jedi finally pulled back, deactivating his lightsaber with a rare smile. Harry's breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling with exhaustion. He forced himself to stay standing straight, though his legs felt like they might give out at any moment.

"Enough," the Weapon Master announced, turning to address the small audience that had gathered to watch the sparring session, specifically facing the Jedi Masters. His voice carried a note of approval that Harry hadn't heard from him before. "Continuing the duel would serve no purpose beyond possibly causing an injury. But it should be obvious to you all that Harry is far more advanced than one would expect someone so new to training to be, even after taking into consideration his age when he arrived."

Harry straightened, trying to catch his breath as he absorbed the praise. He glanced around at the onlookers, seeing admiration and surprise on many faces.

Yoda stepped forward, nodding to Harry's opponent. "In your debt we are, Master Drallig. Obvious, the progress young Skywalker has made."

The Weapon Master nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "I have no doubt that with or without my guidance, he would have progressed just as quickly. Should he continue at this rate, I see no reason he won't eventually become one of the best lightsaber users in the Temple."

Harry's eyes widened, glancing towards the Weapon Master, who gave him a respectful nod. "Of course," Master Drallig continued, "lightsaber ability is only one aspect of being a Jedi. And while pride can be dangerous, but there's no harm in acknowledging the truth."

With that, he collected Harry's practice blade and headed towards the storeroom, leaving Harry with the assembled Masters.

Yoda's gaze shifted to Harry, his expression contemplative. "The truth, Master Drallig speaks. Only one aspect of being a Jedi, lightsaber technique is. Other aspects of your training—how fare you?"

Harry met the Grand Master's steady gaze. "I've been doing well with learning about the history of the Order and the galaxy, though there's so much information that I don't know if I'll ever learn even a fraction of it. And I don't seem to have any problems entering meditative trances or feeling the flow of the Force during meditation."

Yoda nodded thoughtfully before looking to Obi-Wan, who inclined his head. "Harry speaks the truth. While perhaps slightly less impressive than his lightsaber skills, he is certainly much farther along than I was at his stage. With the Council's approval, I was going to begin advanced training."

Yoda paused for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. After a few seconds, he nodded to Obi-Wan. "Approve your request, the Council already has. Looking forward to the next update, we are."

Harry's heart swelled with pride and determination. The path ahead wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to face it, no matter where it led.

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If Harry had thought his training was difficult before, as he moved into advanced training, it became a whole new challenge. Obi-Wan pushed him harder, expecting more precision and focus in every exercise. And while Harry continued to excel in lightsaber dueling, he found other parts of his training becoming increasingly frustrating.

In combat drills, Harry outshone many of the other Padawans. One afternoon, during a sparring session, Harry faced off against the Padawan he had met before in the Padawan dining hall, Ferus Olin. Ferus was known for his skill with a lightsaber, especially for someone so young. But when their blades clashed, it quickly became apparent that Harry's abilities were far beyond those of his peer.

They moved in a blur of blue training sabers, exchanging rapid strikes. Ferus pressed forward with a series of feints and strikes, aiming to unbalance Harry, but Harry danced away from each blow, his movements fluid. He sensed Ferus's intention to pivot and attack from the side, and Harry sidestepped, catching his opponent off guard. With a swift maneuver, he disarmed Ferus, sending his training saber clattering to the floor.

The watching Padawans clapped appreciatively, and even Ferus offered a respectful nod, acknowledging Harry's skill. But despite his prowess with a blade, Harry's frustrations lay elsewhere—within the more mysterious aspects of the Force.

Using the Force in combat felt natural to Harry—he could sense his opponents' intentions, find the rhythm of their attacks, and anticipate their next moves. But when it came to using the Force in more practical ways, like moving objects or manipulating the environment, Harry struggled.

Obi-Wan had initially laughed it off. "It's just the galaxy's way of making up for your exceptional skill with a lightsaber, Harry. It wouldn't be fair if you were good at everything right away," he joked. But as the weeks turned into a month, and Harry still couldn't lift even the smallest pebble, the mirth faded from Obi-Wan's eyes. He couldn't hide his confusion anymore.

After one of their daily lightsaber duels, Obi-Wan and Harry cleaned up the practice room as usual, but instead of leading Harry to their typical meditation chamber, Obi-Wan took a different path. They walked through a series of twisting corridors, eventually arriving at a door Harry had never seen before.

"Master, where are we? What are we doing here?" Harry asked, a frown creasing his brow as he stepped beside his mentor.

Obi-Wan paused before opening the door, turning to Harry with a thoughtful expression. "We've hit a wall with your training, Harry, and it's time to try a different approach. Master Yoda has offered to help guide you. It's not uncommon for Padawans to learn from different teachers—everyone has a unique perspective based on their experiences, and Master Yoda has more experience than anyone in the Order."

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at the door before looking back to Obi-Wan. "What did Yoda have to say about my ... difficulties?"

Obi-Wan shrugged as he looked from Harry to the open door. "He said it's likely not a concern and everyone has a different path. Now, pay attention to him and give him the respect that I wish you gave me."

Harry chuckled, relaxing a little. "I'm pretty sure I give you exactly the amount of respect you deserve, Master."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, a rare smile breaking through his usual composure. "Go on, then. Don't keep him waiting."

Harry took a deep breath and entered the room. It was simple, with walls lined in calming shades of blue and a pair of small cushions placed in the center, one of which was where Yoda sat, eyes closed in meditation. Harry bowed respectfully as he approached, feeling a little nervous in the proximity of the ancient Jedi Master.

Yoda opened his eyes and offered a warm smile. "Welcome, young Skywalker. Come, sit. Much to discuss, we have."

Harry settled onto the cushion across from Yoda, trying to match the Master's serene posture. "Thank you for taking the time to help me, Master Yoda."

Yoda inclined his head slightly. "Help, I will try. First, see we must what you can and cannot do."

Under Yoda's guidance, Harry entered a meditative state, feeling the familiar flow of the Force around him. Yoda directed him through a series of exercises, from reaching out to sense the currents of the Force in the room to attempting to influence small objects. Harry found that he could easily sense the presence of others, anticipate shifts in their emotions, and even detect the subtle ripples of Yoda's intentions as they brushed against his mind. But when it came to physically manipulating the world with the Force, he hit a wall every time.

Yoda placed a small stone on the floor between them and instructed Harry to try lifting it. Harry focused, feeling the Force around him, feeling the stone as part of that vast, flowing river. He reached out with his mind, trying to coax the rock into rising. He strained with effort, feeling the power around him, but the stone refused to move even a fraction of an inch.

They continued for hours, moving through different exercises. Yoda had him try to summon a small object into his hand, to nudge a piece of cloth, to even create the slightest breeze in the still air of the chamber. But no matter how much focus he poured into the tasks, nothing happened.

When the last exercise ended, Harry slumped back onto his cushion, sweat dotting his brow despite the lack of physical exertion or results. He glanced at Yoda, expecting to see disappointment or frustration, but instead, he found the ancient Master smiling thoughtfully, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Isn't this a bad thing?" Harry asked, bewildered. "Shouldn't I at least be able to move the rock a little? I can feel the Force—I've been doing this for over a month now, but I can't cause anything to happen."

Yoda chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Mind your emotions, young Skywalker. Bad, this is not. Worried, I would be, if with your potential and connection to the Force, after all this time, only a small shift in the rock you could make. But no such worry have I."

Harry's confusion deepened, and he raised an eyebrow. "But I can't even do that. Isn't it worse that I can't move it at all?"

Yoda's smile widened, and he let out a deeper laugh, his ears twitching. "Not worse, no. Different, yes. Unique, perhaps." He leaned forward, fixing Harry with a penetrating gaze. "But first, answer me this, young one. Have you heard of … magic?"

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Story Note 1 – Hopefully the goodbye with his mom went well. Do let me know how it went. Shmi will certainly reappear down the road but felt that Harry should obviously focus on his training and with missions coming up it felt a little mean to just have her sitting in a room alone on Coruscant. And this seemed a more enjoyable path for her than just leaving her on Tatooine.

Story Note 2 – Really put a lot of time into writing the fight scene with Master Cin Drallig. I really look forward to hearing how it was received. Thank you in advance for taking the time to let me know how it goes.

Story Note 3 – Looks like Harry is having trouble with his Force abilities, I'd imagine that will get fixed at some point (I'd sure hope so if Yoda offered to help) but does anyone have any guesses. Seems like Yoda has a suspicion? And for anyone concerned about this, do not worry I'm not going to break the world by all of a sudden have Yoda aware of Harry's old world. A lot of time was put into this to make sure it fits within the Star Wars universe, I hope you enjoy how it will be presented.

Story Note 4 - I have been blown away by the amount of comments about the lightsaber! And not only color but also design and small features! As such I've reached out to someone I have helping me with the cover art to help draw the lightsaber I have for Harry. And when we get to the chapter where he builds the lightsaber I will post a picture of the lightsaber on the Pat - r -eon (free for everyone). This idea was honestly not something I'd thought about but came about from one review ... so don't hesitate to reach out if you have any comments/reviews as some of them are really good and I think can add something to the experience!

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First of all I want to thank everyone for their guesses on the lightsaber, just want to let you all know you are in for a treat!

fraewyn, EP, nealrm, christopher foy 1- Thanks so much for the feedback and I hope you continue to enjoy the story going forward!

cameron1812 - I really enjoyed writing it! There will certainly be a bunch of cameos in this story, with differing levels of significance and obviousness. If you can spot any of the small ones definitely congrats to you!

PendragonPrime - First of all ... love the name. Second of all, I think that would be super interesting and as someone who just discovered KOTOR I think I'd enjoy that!

Jostanos - Thanks and I obviously agree! Although the reason for Obi-Wan being good for Harry is going to be slightly different than the reason he was good for Anakin. And I'd certainly imagine Qui-Gon might be around for Obi-Wan to bounce ideas off of or at least complain about how free spirited and not tradition Harry is. I'm glad that the general consensus is enjoyment over the idea. But there will certainly be time jumps some only a couple of days while some will be months as I will only touch on relevant missions/training/milestones rather than every day. This story is long but ... even I thought that would drone on. Haha. That would be super cool! As long as it was orange/yellow and not orange/red as I imagine Harry walking around with a reddish lightsaber while also spouting off his beliefs about how emotions are good and should be allowed would raise red flags for the council and poor Obi-Wan's mentioring ability.

WhiteElfElder - Without a doubt I agree! That would be an incredibly ineresting fighting style and I imagine difficult to master or combat against.

Vuduman5 - Thanks so much for the comment and I agree! As for the relationship ... first of all you have good taste, and it was something I really thought could work out well. Hope you enjoy it going forward as it slowly builds. Feel free to let me know how you are enjoying it (or if something feels off don't hesitate to reach out)

jslee102 - Seems like ... solid logic! As for the training scenes for the most part they shall be used to highlight differences between Harry/Anakin or important reasons for the way Harry would react when we get to the next stage for the movie.

Andrew Lee Houghton - I would imagine that the lightsaber shall be at least as unique as Harry!

Monkey D. Conan - I certainly couldn't agree more with you. Definitely have plans going forward. Although the one thing that I shall do differently than in canon (although it might have been done) will be to have Harry spend time with different masters. I believe Ashoka certainly got more than her fair share of time/training with others but it seemed that it wasn't mentioned if Anakin had been given that opportunity. Especially since he was the Child of Prophesy it seems that it would have made sense to have multiple people involved (especailly people like Yoda/Mace rather than just Obi-Wan). However, I do have a plan for this to work and I hope it is enjoyed! And finally as for the magic/Force ... hmmm ... well it certainly seems there might definitely be a way for Force users to mimic magical abilites which might provide them an advantage in battle.

Derpeon - I imagine Harry running around waving a red lightsaber might give some Jedi Masters a heart attack ... cough cough ... Mace Windu ...

MarvelMatt - Thanks for the feedback! And I thought it felt right. Although the reasons between Obi/Ani and Obi/Harry will be different and shall be looked into more going forward. As for fighting ability I certainly agree and think I've touched a bit on that although will certainly expand going forward. That would look super cool.

Vukk - That's totally true and while it's unfortunate I guess it makes sense to prevent the story from getting bogged down in characters and to take away from the plot. However, I will be trying to incorporate a couple of the others in a way that adds to the plot.

lightningsnow33 - Feel free to DM me, I'd like to hear your take on it and easier to have a back and forth on it.