Below is from the novel of Star Wars Episode III and I thought that it fit with what I'm writing.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Wars or Harry Potter-I'm just borrowing them for my own purposes!
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Part One: Seduction to the Dark Side
The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.
-Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
by Matthew Stover
(Imperial Palace-Coruscant)
Emperor Palpatine was not a patient man. In fact, one could say that his impatience was…deadly. He had a habit of using unorthodox methods to get what he desired as soon as it was possible. Today, he was most definitely not so tolerant. What could possibly make him this way? Not something-someone.
A few weeks ago, the old man had been meditating, when he felt a powerful tremor in the Force. Someone was tapping into their emotions-strongly. The tremor was filled with so much anger, and sadness-but such raw power! He hadn't felt such use of the Force since Anakin Skywalker destroyed Count Dooku (a.k.a. Lord Tyranus) on General Grievous's ship all those years ago. Palpatine searched through the Force for what the source of such power could be. He was rewarded with a vision of a black-haired, green-eyed boy (who looked around fifteen or sixteen years of age) with a murderous look on his face, raising what looked like a wooden stick and shouting something. A beam of red light shot out of the stick and hit a woman wearing black robes.
The former chancellor had since then put some of his men in Intelligence onto the task of finding out exactly who this boy was. He already knew that the boy was a wizard (he had some of his men who were from Earth and had family members who could do such things), and he had created a picture of the boy to help his men along in identifying him. Unfortunately they had not had much luck in finding out anything else. Thus, Palpatine began to get angry and eventually killed the leader of the project.
Today though, it seemed the Force was on his side, for the new head of the project, Commander Thomas, had immediately recognized the boy's image.
"Oh my," he murmured. "It's Harry Potter."
The emperor immediately turned to him. "Do you know something about him?" he asked.
The imperial swallowed. "Umm…yes, your highness. The boy is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
"How do you know?" the dark man demanded.
"My son goes to school with him," Commander Thomas answered. "They're in the same year."
"So," said Palpatine, "he's on Earth." He smiled and turned towards the imperial. "Do you know his address?"
"No, your majesty," Thomas admitted. "But I believe my son or one of his friends does."
"Good," said the galactic ruler. "I'm going to give you two weeks to get me that address."
"Yes, my emperor!" the commander responded and headed off towards one of the shipyards.
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Commander Thomas had only taken nine days in getting Harry Potter's physical address: Number Four, Privet Drive, Surrey, England.
Emperor Palpatine was immensely pleased and gave the earthman a promotion. Later that day, he went to the communication unit located in his private chambers. He keyed in a few buttons, then an image appeared in front of him.
It was a human. He had an obsidian helmet, matching armor, and an ebony cape. His chest plate had an assortment of red, blue and white knobs and buttons. He was breathing rather loudly-but that was normal. The man's name was Darth Vader, second in command of the Empire and Palpatine's dark apprentice.
"What is your will, my master?" Vader said in a low tone.
The emperor decided to hold off on his true reason for calling for a minute. "How goes your search for the Rebels?"
"They are clever, but they cannot evade us forever," Vader replied.
"It is of no matter currently," Palpatine said dismissively. "I have a more important assignment for you." The old man punched a couple more buttons on his console and the image of Harry Potter materialized. "Find this boy and bring him to me. Alive."
If Vader was surprised, he didn't show it. "Where is he at?"
"You will find him at Number Four, Privet Drive, Surrey, England-on Earth."
"It shall be done, Master." Vader ended the communication call.
Palpatine smiled to himself. He'd been wanting a new project for some time-someone powerful to use and bend to his will (unlike his Hand, Mara Jade, who was weak; or Vader, who could be hard to control sometimes).
It seemed as though Palpatine had found his new servant.
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(Imperial Star Destroyer-Deep Space)
After ending the call, Darth Vader sat down and began to think. That boy looked so familiar…
Seventeen-year-old Anakin Skywalker woke up to find himself in a white-walled room. He looked down to see that he was wearing blue striped clothes and lying in a bed with white sheets.
He looked over to his right and saw that his master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was lying in the bed next to him. As though he could sense that Anakin was watching him, the Jedi Knight suddenly opened his gray eyes.
"Master," Anakin said, "do you know where we are?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and Anakin could sense the older man reaching out with the Force. After a moment, he opened his eyes again and said, "I don't know where we are. But I sense that we aren't in danger."
Just then, the door leading to wherever they were opened and a woman wearing what looked like scarlet and white robes entered, followed by a boy around Anakin's age with messy black hair, hazel eyes, and round glasses.
The woman noticed the conscious Jedi. "Oh good!" she exclaimed. "You're both awake!" She then began to take some glass vials out of a nearby wooden cabinet. "If it weren't for Mr. Potter here finding you two in that metal contraption, you could have been seriously injured."
Suddenly Anakin remembered what had happened. They had been on their way back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant when they had run into an asteroid field, which pushed them off course. Their ship had taken a real beating and Anakin had to make a crash landing in a clearing in the middle of a forest. Unfortunately, the impact of the crash had knocked both he and Obi-Wan unconscious.
Well, that would explain the beds and the new clothes, Anakin thought wryly.
The woman then placed a goblet in front of Anakin. "Drink this," she ordered. "It will restore your strength."
Anakin swallowed the unknown liquid. It tasted like Master Yoda's morning brew of caf. He watched in amusement as his master drank his own goblet and let out a small grimace.
The nurse (or so Anakin guessed) gave them an approving look, then turned to the black-haired boy. "Mr. Potter, go and get Headmaster Dumbledore. I have a feeling that he will want to speak with these gentlemen."
The boy nodded and left the room. He came back a few minutes later with an elder man wearing midnight blue robes. He had long white hair and a matching long white beard. He was wearing spectacles and had twinkling blue eyes.
"Madam Pomfrey," he said, looking over at the nurse, "I believe you have done enough for our guests." He then addressed Anakin and Obi-Wan. "Why don't you two get dressed and follow James here to my office. I believe we have much to discuss." He then left the room.
Madam Pomfrey then handed them their Jedi robes and belts. Anakin was pleased to note that they had not touched his lightsaber. They dressed behind the curtains and saw that James was waiting for them by the door.
"You ready?" he asked. "Then follow me."
It took them quite a while to get to Dumbledore's office, for the staircases moved and Anakin got stuck a few times on certain steps. But finally, James led them to a stone statue. "Pop rocks," he said, and the statue moved aside, much to the surprise of Anakin and Obi-Wan (though the latter didn't show it). Suddenly, stairs appeared and the two Jedi followed James up them to Dumbledore's office.
The office had quite a few portraits of people in similar clothes as Dumbledore. They appeared to be asleep, but the Force told Anakin otherwise. The Chosen One looked around to see many golden and silver trinkets lining up the room. On a perch next to a wooden desk, sat a beautiful red and gold bird. Upon noticing the Jedi, it opened its mouth and trilled a few notes. Immediately, Anakin felt more peaceful than any time meditating could have done.
"Ah," said a voice from the desk, "I see that you have not gotten yourselves lost. Very good."
Anakin looked over to see that Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at his desk. Obi-Wan bowed his head. "Thank you for your kind hospitality. My apprentice and I are very grateful."
The headmaster's eyes twinkled. "Oh, it's no trouble at all. You should be thanking young James over here. He was the one who discovered you two among the rubble that was your vehicle." He then looked at them. "May I inquire as to who you are and what you are doing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
Soon, the explanations began. Obi-Wan and Anakin explained who they were and about the galaxy. According to Headmaster Dumbledore, nobody on this planet had ever heard of the Galactic Republic or of the Jedi Order. In turn, Anakin and Obi-Wan had never heard of the planet called Earth or of its inhabitants-called Wizards and Muggles and Squibs. Meanwhile, the boy called James was looking in between Anakin and Obi-Wan with a look of awe on his face.
Suddenly, Anakin was brought back to the conversation at hand when Dumbledore said, "James, would it be alright with you to lead young Mr. Skywalker on a tour of the school and the grounds while I inspect the ship with Mr. Kenobi. Of course you can have your friends help you."
James nodded and said to Anakin, "Come on."
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While on that tour with James, Anakin learned that they were quite a bit alike. Both in love with one girl and one girl only, having a good sense of humor and having great friends. They also swapped adventure stories of their childhood.
Anakin also met James' friends: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, and James' beloved: Lily Evans. The young Jedi padawan found their company to be quite enjoyable.
The bad news was that their ship was totaled and couldn't be salvaged; so Obi-Wan had to contact the Temple (after having Headmaster Dumbledore cast a spell to allow the comlink to work in the school as technology didn't work because of all the magic) to have someone to pick them up.
So, while they were waiting, Anakin decided to make a magic-resistant communication unit for James and his friends to use so that they would be able to contact each other after Anakin left. After two weeks, a ship came for Anakin and Obi-Wan. As Anakin was saying his goodbyes to his new friends, he received a vision from the Force. It was of James and Lily holding a little boy with James' hair and Lily.
"You two are going to have a beautiful son," he told the couple. "He'll have your hair, James, and your eyes, Lily."
James and Lily blushed when he finished.
Vader shook himself out of his memories. That had been long ago, back when he was naïve and foolish…
But he couldn't ignore the resemblance between the boy and James.
It must be his son, Vader surmised.
But that thought brought on another question: Why would the emperor want James Potter's son? That boy couldn't be Force-sensitive, could he?
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(Number 4 Privet Drive, England, Earth)
"Sirius!"
Harry James Potter woke up from yet another nightmare about the events of June at the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic in London, England. It had been almost a month since his godfather, Sirius Black, had been killed-by his own cousin's hand. Though Bellatrix Lestrange may have caused the ex-convict to fall into the veil, Harry blamed himself because he was the reason Sirius was there in the first place.
During his History of Magic exam, Harry had received a vision of Lord Voldemort, the darkest sorcerer in the last century, torturing Sirius in the Department of Mysteries. Shaken by what he had seen, Harry had used the fireplace in Dolores Umbridge's headmistress office to contact Grimmauld Place, where Sirius was staying. The house-elf, Kretcher, answered and told Harry that Sirius was over at the Department of Mysteries.
Harry, along with Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom, flew on creatures called thestrals over to the Ministry of Magic to try and rescue Sirius. Soon, the six teenagers realized that it was a trap and were ambushed by Death Eaters (Voldemort's servants). In the midst of all that, Sirius and some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix (an organization headed by Albus Dumbledore who were trying to stop Voldemort and the Death Eaters) arrived to save Harry and his friends.
Unfortunately, things became worse. Harry watched in horror as Sirius fell into the veil to the beyond. In his anger, he unconsciously tapped into an unknown power and hit Bellatrix with an unforgivable curse-the cruciatus curse, to be exact. Then Voldemort possessed Harry during the duel between the dark lord and Dumbledore. Once again, Harry tapped into that unknown power that got him free of Voldemort.
"Not again," Harry muttered as he rubbed his eyes. He'd been having the same nightmare for the past few weeks-and if he wasn't dreaming of Sirius, he was dreaming of Voldemort's possession.
I can't take this. I didn't ask to have an old bat make a prophecy saying that I have to kill or be killed. Why me? Harry thought desperately.
Ah yes, the prophecy. The one that stated the Voldemort would mark someone as his equal and the marked one would have the ability to defeat him with the "power the Dark Lord knows not."
I'm so sorry, Sirius, Harry thought miserably. I'm sorry that I ended your life so soon.
Ever since he had returned to the Dursleys (who had heeded Mad-Eye Moody's warning and left him alone) Harry had become depressed and let his thoughts travel down the path of "what if?". He had replayed it over and over in his mind-if he'd only listened to Hermione when she said that it could be a trap. But instead he had to follow through his "saving people thing" as his best friend of over five years put it. It was all Harry's fault.
Not exactly, part of him retorted. If Dumbledore had told you everything from the beginning, Sirius would not have died because you would not have gone to the Department of Mysteries. He shares the blame in this, too.
Harry sighed, then looked at his alarm clock to see that it was three in the morning. I'd better get some sleep, he said to himself. You never know what tomorrow will bring. He yawned and closed his eyes. Soon, he was fast asleep.
He had no idea how right he was…
Sorry that this chapter is so short, but this is meant to introduce everyone and how the emperor and Vader know about magic and stuff. Next chapter will (hopefully, don't quote me on it) be longer.
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