Author's Note:
To redeyehawk23: I will admit this is kind of a weird story. I originally wanted to make it serious, but that made it take five times longer to write than any of my other stories and it felt awkward at times. Slowly but surely, this has settled into a nice balance of fifty percent serious and fifty percent crack fic. In my defense, the idea of a space wizard fighting normal wizards is already kind of crazy to begin with.
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Chapter 9: Banishing a Ghost and Reuniting with Another
(Five Months Later)
"I wish you were still on the outs with your sister," Draco sighs as Rose delights over the inside of the Slytherin Common Room. She was particularly amazed by the view into the lake through the enhanted window. "My life was a lot easier without every else in our house hounding me for letting the lion princess into the Slytherin dorms."
"Your whining is beneath you, Draco," Daphne says. "No one bothers me."
Yeah, because only one guy ever got the chance. Apparently, he ended up being transferred to Durmstrang due to 'wishing to experience time studying abroad.' Unofficially, Sirius told me that his parents had him swtich schools after he 'was too scared of the demon queen amongst snakes.'
Safe to say, Daphne does not play around. It almost makes me happy that she only bothers to give me concussions instead of permanent psychological trauma.
Almost.
"Everyone knows you are the only reason she can come here," I say. "No one else has as much pull as the kid whose dad is part of the school board, godfather is the literal head of house, and is descended from the Blacks, one of the most respected and brutal magical families in British history. Dude, the only family more synonymous with Slytherin than the Blacks is the literal Slytherin family."
The blond boy just clicks his tongue and continue to sulk as my puppy of a sister runs up to me, BD scampering behind her. "This is so cool, Harry!" she gushes as her little droid climbs up to her shoulder. "Gryffindor Tower is kind of boring in comparison. I mean, you guys even have a fight pit!"
In an effort to curb her unrestrained attempts to develop a sibling relationship with me, I limited our bonding interactions to once a week. I have since lost control over the fountain of enthusiasm known as Rose Potter who is now here every day.
Every.
Day.
Is this what it feels like to have a child? Thank God and the Force I stopped Yoda from succeeding with any of his immature attempts to have me knock up Hailey. Jesus Christ, just the idea makes me shiver. I would never sleep again. Just imagining a baby demanding my attention every free moment I manage to escape from Rose fills me with a sense of dread.
The horror. Oh, the horror.
Despite my overreactions, it isn't as bad as I make it out to be. I have grown... fond of my elder sister in recent months. I hesistate to even mention the L word, even in the presence of my own mind. You never know when the gremlin grandpa is listening in.
Given his lack of shame with using specteal telekinesis to replace Hailey's birth control, I shudder to think about where he draws the line with alien grasp on ethics. No point in giving him any ideas.
Heh, at least he can't somehow plan for me to hook up with Bella. There is nothing that perv can do about my friend who is just a memory bound to her childhood diary from before she apparently turned into a psychotic mass murderer.
Anyway, I am getting sidetracked.
"Rose, you have been here dozens of times," I say. "Why do you keep acting like this is the first time you have ever seen the Slytherin common room?"
"Because it's cool," she huffs before she looks away and puffs her cheeks with a pout. Yet again, I receive further proof that she is more like a puppy than anything else. No grown woman should look that adorable when pouting like a child. It made me have the odd impulse to pat her head affectionately.
How the hell is she supposed to be my older sister? I always end up feeling like the adult around here.
"Don't you have a Charms class you should be attending?" Daphne asks with her usual bored tone.
"Oh no!" Rose exclaims before rushing to grab her book bag which BD hops into for a ride. She glomps me with a hug only to race out moments later. "Bye, little bro!"
"Thank fucking Merlin," Daphne sighs once the elder Potter finally leaves. "She is so exhausting. It is like dealing with a fully grown Tori with even more energy. I thought I escaped my sister, not found her long lost twin."
"Tell me about it," Draco mutters with relief as the tension leaves his body as well. "I feel like I age a year every time I am in the same room as her. It was bad enough when it was only the family parties Uncle Sirius would throw together. At this rate, I doubt I will survive long enough to graduate Hogwarts."
"Puppy is getting a little out of hand," I admit as I melt into the couch. "I miss the days when my family thought I didn't exist. This is somehow more of a hassle."
"You could just tell her to fuck off," Draco offers only to earn himself a withering glare. "I retract my suggestion."
"If you weren't my best friend, I would probably curse you," I inform him. "However, I currently lack the energy or motivation to follow through if I even wanted to. Rose manages to drain the energy out of a room like a vitality vacuum."
"This is nice," Daphne admits.
"Yeah," Draco and I agree.
It had been a long school year. We had grown from children entering the world of magic to slightly older children who were slightly less dumb. Not a big improvement, but I'll take it.
I had managed to bond with my older sister who I never would have believed I could tolerate. I mean, not all the time, but still.
I had a godfather, or dogfather as he likes to be called, in Sirius Black. The man may not always be the brightest bulb on the control panel, but he tries. He doesn't force me to meet him halfway and just lets me set the pace in my own time.
Bella was a perplexing subject at the best of times. She felt so real when I talked to her, but I could always sense at the back of my mind that she wasn't a true person. She was just a fragment left behind by the girl she used to be. She was already close to finishing her second year of Hogwarts at the moment. Each step of her life would play out the same way it always would, no matter what I did or said in those fleeting dreams. Still, I felt a responsibility to the girl who called me her friend to see it through until the end of her story.
My mother and brother were as difficult to deal with as ever, even if they were polar opposites. Lily wanted me to fit into the Potter family life like I was a piece that always had a place. It didn't matter that I already had a family in the Conners and Yoda, not that I would tell anyone about the green midget. On the other hand, James Jr. always made it a point to show how much he disdain he felt for me. If it wasn't trying to outdo me in a class, it was shoulder checking me as we walked in opposite directions down a hallway. It would be annoying if it wasn't so juvenile that it became amusing.
Finding friends in Draco, Daphne, Tracey, and Hermione was surprising in its own way, but no less pleasant. They always brightened up my day whenever it would drag on otherwise. To be honest, if it wasn't for them, I probably would have spent so much time studying that I would have made it to the third year material by now.
Than again, the same could be said for Hermione and that isn't a healthy comparison.
As we all enjoy the moment of peace, a fifth year boy tries to talk some shit about Rose now that she is gone. He ends up experiencing a chandelier falling on him and cutting his little elitist rant short. It was almost as though the bolts holding it in place were unscrewed by some unexplained mystical energy.
I guess we will never know what caused it.
But who cares? The guy is still breathing, so everybody wins. Well, not him, but we already established that no one gives a shit about him.
If nothing goes wrong, then this will have been the perfect year.
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I hate my brother so much.
So, so much.
"Why did you wake me up, Puppy?" I ask as I rub the sleep from my eyes and follow Rose as she literally drags me through the castle. "I was having the perfect dream. Junior was about to die because he did something stupid. It was going to be awesome."
"That's what I said would happen if we didn't do anything," Rose replies.
"Now you see my issue," I say. "I was all set to be living the dream."
"Please?" Rose asks as she looks at me with puppy dog eyes that I was in no way equipped to resist.
Gah, cuteness! My fatal weakness!
"Fine," I sigh as I let her continue to drag me. "Whatever you say, Puppy."
She does a little fistpump in victory (so adorable!) before she pulls me along even faster than before. In the process of getting where she was taking me, we pass a giant actual puppy which I pet, a plant which Rose burns, a flying key I grabbed from its flock, some smashed chess pieces with an unconscious weasel, a couple dead trolls, and this weird riddle thing with some fire. For the last one, I just poured all of them on the fire blocking our path which seemed to somehow overpower it. Snape would have been disgusted with my potion skills, but I am intimately familiar with how magic can react weirdly with potions and their ingredients from all of the horrifying concotions that I have seen Ron and James brew.
Once the fire is put out by whatever I poured on it, we keep going and enter a big room with that funky mirror I saw with Dumbledore. My idiot brother was lying on the ground unconscious while there was this guy in a turban muttering at the mirror.
"Professor Quirell?" Rose asks in surprise. "I thought you retired."
Before anything else can be said, I hear a voice whisper out.
"Kill the spare."
With a flick of my wrist, I send a burst of Force energy to the side and redirect a bright green curse that was about to hit Rose in the face. It explodes against the wall and blasts out fragments of scorched stone.
"That's not very nice," I comment as I take in the man's look of shock. "No one hurts my puppy."
"What was that?!" Rose exclaims in surprise. "I-, I should have died! That was the Killing Curse! You saved me, little bro!"
My older sister promptly proceeds to glomp me and ruin the badass appearance I tried so hard to cultivate. "Rose, I am trying to focus on the battle!" I complain as I try to escape her embrace only for her to squeeze me tighter.
"That wasn't magic," the man says, his face contorting in horrified astonishment. "What are you?"
"He is my true foe. Reveal me to him."
"But, master-," the man tries to say before he cries out in pain. The warning seems to have worked because he starts to unwrap the fabric of his turban before it falls into a pool on the ground. He turns his back to us only to reveal a disgusting growth on the back of his head. Two warped red eyes, a slit nose, and a lipless mouth look out at me in hate like I was his greatest enemy.
"You took everything from me!" the weird face thing says.
I just respond with the appropriate amount of disregard. "I don't even know who you are," I say.
The twisted face just sneers at me in response. "That one should know who I am. After all, I nearly killed her mother all those years ago."
"Voldemort," Rose whispers in horror as she takes a step back.
"It is good to see my legend has not faded with time," the thing cackles. "It would be quite boring to rebuild my infamy."
"Am I supposed to be scared?" I ask with a scoff. "Of what? A little bitch who died to a baby?"
"You dare?! Your survival was a fluke of fate thanks to your freakish nature! I can kill whatever brand of hellspawn you are!"
"Sorry to dissapoint, but I don't come from Hell," I reply as I unclip a black cylinder from my belt. Good thing I brought this from my room at the last second. "My kind of crazy is straight from the stars."
In a hum of power, my lightsaber blazes to life. The blade of brilliant emerald light bathes the room in a verdant glow as I stare into Voldemort's eyes as they flicker with unease. Oh, it seems like he finally realized he bit off more than he could chew.
Too late.
I glance back at Rose with a grin illuminated by the light of my weapon. "How about you let your little brother take this one?" I offer. "I can't just slack off if I want to keep my spot as the coolest little brother."
Rose is snapped out of her amazement at my lightsaber to give me a quick thumbs up. "Go get him!" she cheers. From being terrified of the guy to completely optimistic, I realize once more how simple my older sister can be. It's a good thing she is so cute.
"You think that you can defeat me alone?!" he snarls in anger.
"Of course," I respond. "You are weak as hell."
The face seems to mold with the head he is in before he whirls around and begins firing a focused barrage of curses at me. Huh, it seems like he switched from being a passenger to becoming the driver if the bright red eyes are anything to go by. My guess is that it was easier on Quirell's body if he was just hitching a ride for the long term, but he was angry enough to initiate a true possession in an attempt to kill me.
Shame it's not going to work. After all, whether its spells or blaster bolts, bright bursts of light thrown at us by our enemies are just convenient target practice to a Jedi.
My saber arcs through the air, its blade flicking the curses to the sides as they reflect off of the emerald energy. Since all magic is just a derivative of the Force, that means my lightsaber is uniquely capable of defending against them since it is saturated with Force energy. The curses explode away from me as their effects take place harmlessly. Stone shatters, fires ignite, and the ground decays, but none of it actually threatens me.
I begin to mix in a couple returns within my deflections as I slowly begin to walk forward. A yellow curse flies back at Voldemort only for him to redirect it with a shield at the last moment before continuing his onslaught.
I don't add any spells of my own to try and match him at his own game. I know enough about myself to relaize I am a great wizard for my age, but I am still inexperienced as hell and I don't have that spark of true talent for it that assholes like Junior do.
What I do have is the Force. My connection to it is something that hasn't existed in this galaxy in living memory. That is where my potential lies.
With each step forward, I feel the motion of the Force around me. It ebbs and flows with the pulse of life as it exists everywhere and nowhere. Within everything and nothing at once. Compared to experiencing that sea, sensing a few curses is child's play.
My saber moves faster with every moment. Voldemort is shooting to kill with every strike, but i can sense his weakness. What stands before me is a shadow of what he once was. It was clear since he was relying so heavily on direct curses. The Dark Lord everyone feared was said to control reality itself with his transfigurations while using countless spells from his studies into the dark arts of every culture on the planet.
Now, he is just blindly casting in fear at an opponent he can't understand and whose presence reminds him of his greatest failure.
If he didn't deserve it for his sins, I would pity the man.
Voldemort's crimson eyes widen in panic as I continue to close the gap. Almost without thinking, he takes a step back. Then another. Before long, he would be trying to run away if he didn't force himself to keep up his frenzy of spells and curses. Despite his efforts, even that had begun to slow down. His magical power wasn't what it used to be and this meant that he was already running low on energy, even with his host's reserves in addition.
As I duck under a dark blue curse, I leap forward and drive my lightsaber right through Voldemort's heart. He gasps in shock until his lips twist into a smile.
"Got you," he says before black smoke bursts from his mouth and funnels into me.
I try to force it away, but my concentration was scattered and I could feel his presence forcing its way into my mind and infesting my body. My body starts to go numb as my sight turns black. Every attempt to push back is crushed as I feel like I am drowning as I sink beneath the surface.
Everything was going cold as my connection to life slowly fades. I rage against the dying light, but it isn't enough. Wait did Yoda always say? The Dark Side is the fastest way to power, but it is incomplete. While Sith can reach greater heights quicker, a Jedi will be able to surpass them eventually. It is the reason that the Jedi were in a deadlock against the Sith for so long. One offered speed while the other fostered potential.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I have never truly freed myself from the Dark Side. I have always been angry. At the world, at my family, at myself.
Why couldn't I find happiness for so long?
Why didn't my family want me?
Was there something wrong with me?
After all these years and all this pain, I never found any answers. Meeting Yoda, Hailey, and Carla helped keep my mind from it. Finding Draco, Daphne, Tracey, and Hermione softened the pain a touch. Forgiving Sirius and Rose made it a little easier to carry.
But I never let it go. Because I was scared.
What am I without this pain, this emptiness, inside of me? Who is Harry Potter?
Then, like a flicker of light from deep within that pit of darkness buried in my heart, a memory escapes from that clot of negativity.
My fingers brush aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen on her face. I couldn't make out any details, but I could tell her features were all relaxed in her state of slumber. The faint sound of her gentle breathing was the only thing breaking the silence at this nocturnal hour.
She had asked me to watch over her and keep the nightmares away after she had some trouble sleeping from hearing a scary story. Upon seeing her quivering lip as she begged me, I folded faster than a gambler on his last chip.
Her features, so familiar yet so faint, left a peaceful stillness in her heart. It was like everything in my world made sense and I was right where I belonged. I could sit here for hours without complaint because there was no better way I could imagine spending my time. I would journey to the ends of the galaxy and back if only to see her smile.
"I love you, Mr. Bear," she mutters in her sleep as she dreams of some manner of fantastical adventure which her imagination could conjure without issue.
A fond smile finds its way across face. It was so adorable when she called me that. It was Hawwy, then Har-bear, then Bear, before we finally got to Mr. Bear. I don't even think she remembers my actual name, but I don't mind. For her, I have no problem being Mr. Bear.
"I love you too, little one," I say as I kiss the top of her head affectionately. "Never forget that."
The corners of her mouth quirk as a small smile graces her lips as well.
It was different from the fragmented memory I felt before. It was, whole. Complete.
Unlike the pain and loss the other one brought, this one carried love and melancholy. It was the bitter feeling of a love that was cherished and lost, but never truly forgotten. I don't know why I buried my memories of her. I might regret it one day if I keep digging.
Still, for the first time in my life, it felt like I finally found the piece I was missing. I truly understood what it meant to be at peace.
So, I call upon the strength of the Force that dwelled in the depths of my soul. Even if it was only for a moment, I let go of my regrets. My anger. My fear.
And I push.
The Force pours out of every inch of my body as it surges like a tidal wave. The black mist of Voldemort's spirit is thrown out with a screech before it retreated in terror through the ceiling. I just cough and let my body collapse to my hands and knees as I take massive heaving breaths to satisfy my screaming lungs.
"Jesus Christ, I feel like my soul just barfed," I groan out as I finish hacking up my lungs. "God, I can still taste old man. My body has been tainted. No one will take me as their bride now."
"You did it!" Rose cheers as she rushes over, grabs me in a bear hug, and spins me around. "That was so cool!"
"Okay, dial it back, Puppy," I say as I wriggle out of her grasp. "I need to make sure that Moldy Warts didn't find whatever he was looking for."
"Oh yeah," she remembers. "Wait, what was he looking for?"
"That is what I am trying to find out," I sigh. "All I know is that it has something to with that mirror."
We both walk over and look into it the mirror only to see something different than our normal reflections. I saw the same thing as last time, but with Rose tossed in as well and the blurred figure was slightly clearer.
When I touch Rose to tap into her sight, I was not expecting what I found. It was simple, but nice. The two of us were sitting on a couch in front of a gently crackling fireplace. We were bundled up in a blanket together as she rested her head on my shoulder and I rested my head against hers. The arm she wasn't leaning against was in the process of stroking her head affectionately as she smiled softly in her sleep.
As I turn to look at Rose, a serene smile crosses her face. Is that seriously her heart's greatest desire? Wholesome snuggling with her brother? That's so sweet.
And so sad. After a moment of realization, I notice that there is no one else in her dream. Out of everyone in her life, I am the only one she sees with her in her greatest desire. Just the brother she has only known for about six months and gave her a concussion before ever giving her a conversation.
Was she as lonely as me? Despite growing up with a family, was she just as alone?
As I turn back to the mirror, I loop my arm around Rose's shoulder before pulling her into a side hug. She was surprised for a moment before humming in happiness and leaning into the embrace. "Love you, Puppy," I whisper as I nuzzle her hair. I wanted to avoid saying it, but she deserves to hear it.
"Love you too, Harry," she whispers back as she hugs me. Slowly, her vision changes until it is just a normal reflection. I'll be damned if I don't keep it that way. My puppy deserves some happiness.
Yet, as I let go of the connection and the mirror reverts to its normal appearance for me, it changes again. Suddenly, I am the only one in it as it holds up a reddish gold stone before putting it into its pocket. Then, oddly, I feel a new weight appear in mine.
Don't know what that is all about, but I choose to ignore it for the moment.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Potter, it is good to see the two of you unharmed," Dumbledore says as he strolls through the doorway with a customary flair of billowing robes. Several teachers follow behind him, including Sirius and Lily. "I was worried I would arrive to late."
"All good, old man," I say with a thumbs up. "I was just about to head back to bed."
"Is that Quirell?" McGonagall asks in astonishment. "How is he here? We haven't found a trace of him after he disappeared during his suspension."
"It appears that the Dark Lord's spirit lives on and used Quirinius' form as a vessel," Dumbledore says. "It is sad to see another wizard fall to darkness, but it was ultimately his own choosing."
"That guy got suspended?" I ask. "For what?"
"It was rumored that he had a 'unethical' system for distributing extra credit," Sirius says with a look of distaste. "He was suspended from teaching while we ran an investigation along with the DMLE."
It took me a second to connect the dots. "Oh, so that's what you mean," I say. "Well, there goes any lingering guilt. Couldn't happen to a shittier guy."
As I feel the lightsaber on my hip slowly begin to heat up, I realize I pushed the synthetic Khyber crystal too far too quickly. It must have exceeded its durability and begun to break down.
I pop that bad boy open and fortunately pull out the green crystal which is violently glowing at the moment. With a flick, I knock it into the air where it explodes in a blast of verdant light and glimmering dust that rains down on a crowd of professors swearing in surprise. Wow, Flitwick has the vocabulary of a sailor.
"All good," I tell Dumbledore as I pull out the stone from my pocket and check the size. Neat, it should fit perfectly. I slot it into the saber before sealing the cylinder up and hanging it from my waist again.
"I will be needing that stone, Harry," Dumbledore says as he holds out a hand expectantly. "I was holding it for a friend of mine."
"But its mine now," I reply as I childishly turn my body so the lightsaber containing it is out of his sight line. "Finders keepers, etc."
"Still need it back," he insists.
"Still keeping it," I respond.
Everyone else was getting a bad vibe from our pleasantly smiling faces but the unpleasant aura surrounding us. I wasn't backing down and neither was the headmaster.
"How about you just give Headmaster Dumbledore his rock back?" Sirius offers. "We can just find you a different one?"
I just turn to him with a questioning look. What was I, five? I am not going to get distracted by getting a different rock. But if I was five hundred...?
I use the Force to yank the lightsaber Sirius was hiding out his robes and into my hand. He tries to grab it, but I was too quick before I hold it away from him. Did he seriously think I wouldn't notice him carrying around the lightsaber he pilfered from my house when he thought I wasn't looking? Bitch, I can sense the Khyber. You didn't sneak away with shit.
I stomp on his foot to momentarily distract him as he proceeds to stop fighting me and start hopping around in pain and cursing. I open the lightsaber and pull out the dark blue synthetic Khyber crystal at its center. While it was cloudy from its countless internal flaws from my rudimentary manufacturing process, it would serve my current purpose.
"Oh well, then I guess you don't want to trade for this super rare ultra limited edition crystal instead," I say with an exaggerated sad tone. "What a shame! I doubt there are many like it in the galaxy, let alone this planet."
I could see the newfound gleam in Dumbledore's eyes which seemed to match the intensity of their twinkle. Oh yeah, he's interested.
"What might that be, Mr. Potter?" he asks. Hook.
"Oh, this?" I ask. "It is just some Khyber crystal, nothing special."
"I can't say I have ever heard of Khyber before," Dumbledore admits. Line.
"There's not a lot of it, so I couldn't part with a single piece without ample reason," I say with a dramatic sigh.
"How much would it require to obtain such a crystal?" Dumbledore inquires. Sinker.
"Oh, nothing much," I say. "Just something to replace it in my rock collection."
We look at each other for a moment before we nod in confirmation. I toss him the crystal and he examines it for a moment before a small smile appears on his face. "This should serve as a suitable apology for Nicholas," Dumbledore declares. "His curiosity should sate his wounded pride at losing one of his stones."
"Why did that feel like I watched a muggle drug deal?" McGonagall asks to which the other professors agree.
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As the saying goes, all's well that ends well.
Quirell's body is retrieved by wizard cops. Dumbledore returns the funky mirror to wherever he found it. Junior and Weasel get punished by McGonagall for breaking curfew and endangering themelves. The last I heard, the rest of the Gryffindors were pissed because of how many house points they lost in the home stretch.
Unlike those idiots, Rose and I were rewarded with a vaguely worded plaque that generations Hogwarts students would have to clean during detention for decades and centuries to come. Ah, it is nice to know some poor sap will be cursing the names Harry and Rose Potter as he polishes that bronze plate.
I am getting sidetracked again. Anyway, Slytherin won the House Cup since we were ahead by a fair margin. It seemed to be universally viewed as the results of Daphne's fear campaign within the house, which makes an awful lot of sense if you think about it. While Draco and I never really saw much of it, she was hard at work whipping the boys and girls of Slytherin into a respectable house so her sister could join next year.
Fifty-fifty odds that actual whipping was involved.
So, I am currently meditating in the circle of stones for Levitation charm practice from the beginning of the year. Many things had happened since then and I never had enough time for any substantial mediation, so I was making the most of it.
As I slipped into the serene sea of the Force, I reach inside of me to feel for the connection to my bound memories. I call on the feeling I got from the fragment I experienced against Voldemort and search for that sense of completeness. Before long, another piece slipped out from the recesses of my mind, called by my will.
"Come on, Mr. Bear!" she begs. "Do the thing! You promised if I finished my work then you would do the thing!"
"Well, I can't just go and become a liar, now can I?" I ask before I lift her in the air with a flow of Force telekinesis. She giggles and cheers in delight as she flies around the room, her form rising and falling through my control.
Eventually, I drop her only to scoop her falling body out of the air and into my arms. "Again! Again!" she exclaims in delight.
"I see you loved it like always, bug," I say with a laugh as she practically vibrates in excitement. "I thought you would be tired of it by now."
"But it's so cool!" she insists. "Nothing is as awesome as flying through the air like that! Just me and the wind, it would be so cool if I could just do it myself."
"Well, it's a good thing you need me to get your flying fix," I say. "I can just use it to get my supply of cuddles!"
I promptly start spinning around as I squeeze her affectionately, her laughter like music to my ears.
As I open my eyes, every rock around me was floating gently in the air. The Force kept them suspended as they resisted the call of gravity and remained in defiance of basic physics. It was only after I finished watching them that I noticed my face was wet.
Touching my cheek, I realize that they are tears running down my cheeks. In my focus, I didn't feel them start to flow as the memory dragged up the buried emotions with it. Still, I don't mind. Despite the sorrow, I feel more complete now. Like another fragment is locked back into place.
I don't know if I will regret searching for my past or not. After all, I must have buried it for a reason. I might curse myself for digging it all back up again.
But, feeling the warmth as I hold that little girl who meant the world to me, watching her smile like I meant the same thing to her, I can't turn my back on those memories. It would be turning my back on who I truly am and insulting the joy those memories contain.
A boy, no longer. A man, you have become.
I doubt you are going to give me a clue about my past, aren't you?
Your secret, it is. Uncover alone, you must.
Whatever. I just mentally roll my eyes at the mystical grandpa. At least Yoda is acting like a mentor for once.
Proud, I am. Proud, I will always be.
Thanks, gramps.
So, as I keep the stones aloft with my connection to the Force, I reach down once again.
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Author's Note:
So ends the first arc of The Dawn of the Jedi! Harry defeats the vengeful fragment of Voldemort, he snags a Sorcerer's Stone to maybe manage to use as a lighsaber crystal, he accepts Rose, and he even begins his journey to healing as he tries to reclaim his past.
Goddamn, I'm amazing!
I hope you all weren't waiting for too long this time. I promise the next update will be sooner than later.
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