Rating:
PG-13
House:
The Dark Arts
Ships:
Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter
Characters:
Harry and Hermione and Ron
Genres:
Crossover Alternate Universe
Era:
The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince
Stats:
Published: 05/24/2006
Updated: 06/04/2007
Words: 91,458
Chapters: 67
Hits: 75,013

Harry Potter and the Dark Lord of the Sith

LunaIsCool

Story Summary:
On Christmas morning in their seventh year, a flying accident causes the Trio to vanish. They reappear in a galaxy far, far away... where a war against the Galactic Empire rages.

Chapter 50

Posted:
02/24/2007
Hits:
790


Chapter 50.

Harry was standing in a dark room, raising his purple lightsaber for a blow.

"What's the matter, Potter! Can't do it?" a harsh, mocking voice came from the side.

Harry lowered his blade, then raised it again...

"Harry, no!" she yelled instinctively.

Suddenly, instead of Harry and the dark room, she saw a familiar face... All too familiar... a redheaded woman with bright green eyes...

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Hermione woke up, screaming.

Calm down, calm down... It was only a dream.

Or was it?

Wedge stirred beside her. "Hermione?"

"It's all right, Wedge."

He was fully awake now. "No, it's not. Nightmare?"

Hermione nodded.

"Back home, Harry was famous--or infamous, for those who had to share the dorm with him--for his nightmares. Now, I'm having them..."

Wedge chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with having nightmares. Especially when you're fighting a war. It doesn't mean you're weak, or cowardly, or unstable--just human."

"Do you have nightmares?"

"I do. Mostly about people who died under my command." He kissed her. "And along the same lines you mentioned--you wouldn't have wanted to share quarters with Luke in the aftermath of Yavin."

"Because of Biggs?"

"Yes."

Hermione nodded. "It's just that this one... it seemed to show the future. Harry was fighting someone..."

"You're worried about him."

"There's got to be more to it than that. It was too detailed. And I worry for all of us. You, Ron, Leia, Ginny, Han, Jan..."

"They worry about us, too."

"I know," she said. She decided not to tell him she saw the woman who kidnapped her, as well. That was just too strange.

"I almost regret dropping Divination now... maybe it would have made some sense."

"Doubtful. From what Luke told me--"

"Luke?"

"He mentioned the visions he sometimes had... he said they are rarely clear--even when they seem so. I wouldn't know, myself. Maybe it's your magic abilities..."

Hermione nodded. "I guess it's just pre-battle stress."

Wedge smiled. "Remember that conversation about your attempts to find a way back to your world? You probably can do it now. Ron's sister found a way."

"Maybe..." she muttered.

"You're not going to?"

"Now? Do you even need to ask?"

"I guess not. But eventually, do you plan to return?"

"Yes, I do. There are a lot of people I want to see. But as for going back permanently... I don't know." She held on to him, silent.

"I'm used to negotiating two worlds, you know," she said. "I can manage. First, we have to make it through the battle tomorrow. Then we can discuss our future."

Wedge kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you, Wedge. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Hermione," he whispered. The last thing she remembered was him gently squeezing her hand.

XXXXXX

Harry walked through the forest. But if the strength of his feelings was an indication, Voldemort was with the fleet above rather than on the moon. If that was the case, he'd have to sneak into an Imperial outpost and steal a ship.

Something rustled very close, and Harry immediately turned and ignited his lightsaber. The purple blade cast light onto the face of Mara Jade.

"And Skywalker thinks I'm jumpy," she said, smiling at him.

"What do you want?" he asked. Despite trusting that Mara wasn't working for either Palpatine or Voldemort, he didn't know what her intentions were.

"You're going to fight this dark wizard, aren't you?"

"Did you listen in--"

"It's not hard to figure out," she said. "How are you getting there?"

"Where?"

"The Death Star."

"That's where he is? How do you know."

"A guess. The Executor is Vader's domain, and if he's like what you described, he wouldn't make an ordinary Star Destroyer his base."

Harry had to agree. Voldemort was vain. "They have an outpost near the shield generator, probably with a few ships. I planned to steal one."

"I have a better idea. I'm going up there as well, and you're welcome to join me aboard my ship."

"You have a ship?"

"How do you think I got here from Coruscant?"

Of course. What a stupid question. "Where is it?"

"Follow me, Potter."

They walked silently for a while. "Why are you going there?" he asked. "You don't--"

"Palpatine," she said. "Do you know what's it's like to be used without your knowledge?"

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do." Despite wanting to know more, he knew, from his own experience, that pressing her for information was not an option. "I still have trouble taking in this cloning business," he said.

"So do I. Do you have any idea why someone would want to clone your mother?"

"No. But she must have had some contacts with this world..."

"Well, I know only what I've read in those files--I'm a biological experiment. If there's more, it wasn't recorded."

He nodded. "There was no hints of any of this back home. I wonder if she even knew..."

"I doubt we'll ever find that out, Potter."

"Why?"

"Well, Palpatine probably knows, but it's not like we can ask." Harry had to laugh at that. "Knowing him, everyone involved is dead by now."

"Well..." Harry looked at her. "Not everyone."

"True, but I hardly count in this case."

"It's just that I have a feeling that something more is going on than is apparent."

"Is there any point in wrecking your mind over it if you have no clues to examine?"

"No. But surprises like that usually jump at you at the most inappropriate time."

"Don't I know it. Learning I wasn't the only Hand was quite a shock. Not unexpected though, now that I think about it."

Harry muttered to himself. "What?" Mara asked.

He pondered, then decided to tell her. "Voldemort isn't someone you can just kill, you know."

"He is... human? Isn't he?"

"He used to be. Now... his original body is gone, his new body has been restored by dark magic, his soul has been split into seven pieces..."

"What?" Mara looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

"He wants immortality," Harry explained. "As long as part of his soul survives, he can't be killed. So he found a way to split his soul into seven pieces, and encase them in items called Horcruxes. As long any of the six Horcruxes, outside his body, exist, he can't be killed."

Mara shook his head. "This is over my head, Potter, but I believe you. What are these Horcruxes?"

"That's the problem. Five of them are gone, and I have no idea what the sixth one might be." He thought for a moment. "If we're lucky, he keeps it close to him."

"And if not?"

"I'll kill his body, but if the final Horcrux isn't found, he'll be back eventually. Still, a delay is something."

Mara nodded. "How did you get away from him, anyway? Back on Coruscant--"

Harry frowned. "That's something I'd rather not say. Not because I don't trust you, but because I don't want there to be any chance of him getting it from your mind. Mind blocks are difficult, especially in combat."

"I'm blocking Palpatine right now," she said. "I think--"

"Can you block both of them?" he asked.

Mara reeled back. She didn't reply, but she didn't demand more information from Harry, either. Letting the matter drop, he looked around. The first signs of dawn were already visible.

"Potter, stop," Mara said. They were in a rather large clearing. "I need you to be ready to move as fast as you can."

Harry, not understanding, nodded and prepared to move. Mara took something off her belt, pushed a button...

A starship appeared in the middle of the clearing. "Get in!" she shouted and rushed towards it.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He got up on the ramp right after Mara, looked behind at the forest...

And saw nothing but pitch blackness as the ramp closed.

"What was that?"

"Cloaking device. Very expensive, very rare... they changed the codes to the storage hangar when they learned of my treason, of course. I had to cut my way in with a lightsaber."

Harry laughed. "So this is how you got in without being spotted."

"Right. And now, we can get aboard the station without anyone knowing."

Harry smiled. There are good surprises, too...