Chapter one (HPtSR)

**3956 BBY/2100 AD, Earth (or what's left of it)**

Hadrian 'Harry' Potter-Peverell-Emrys-le Fay-Slytherin-Gryffindor was the sole survivor of planet Earth, with the once beautiful world having been damaged by multiple world wars, exploitation of the environment and resources, and, finally, an asteroid. The asteroid was admittedly a mercy killing, but Harry was warned by Death to flee using a reverse-engineered Rakatan Hyperdrive and a ship.

Yet, as Harry floated amidst its wreck in space in a hibernation trance, he briefly wished that Death was killable by him before remembering that was a truly stupid thought. At least his property was secured on his person and if he was found then he could possibly establish himself on another planet.

Little did Harry know, his ships destruction was part of Death's plan.

He would soon be rescued.

And as Harry sensed a great power nearing him and expanded his senses to check if they were hostile, he remained in his trance and also let them know that he was alive, which Harry knew meant that two of them had magic.

Harry was soon rescued and began exiting the hibernation trance, and was immediately aware of a couple arguing.

"Sage, you can't take an apprentice!" A woman said harshly. "You aren't allowed too at your level! We don't even know the first thing about him!"

"Well..." Harry drawled, getting both of their attention. "The first thing you should know is that I'm awake and wondering why a stranger wants to take me as his apprentice. The second thing is that I can somehow understand your language, which is odd but quite fortunate." Harry suspected Death's interference.

"I was lead to you by the Force for a reason, and I feel led by it to teach you what I know," Sage said, trying to explain his reasons.

"Eh, why the hell not, but when I finish learning all you can teach me I want to be dropped off on a decent planet."

"I appreciate your enthusiastic response to my offer," Sage said sarcastically.

"Apologies, but with my planet freshly decimated by an asteroid, I wasn't exactly planning on furthering my education. I was focused on maintaining my hibernation until I was found." Bastila just left the medical bay in a huff.

"Well, you can already enter a hibernation trance and sense with the Force, but what else can you do?" Sage asked.

"Move things with my mind, control fire, water, and the weather, read minds, I can shield my mind against access or influence, healing, and can actually do a lot of things. There isn't a lot I can't do actually. I mostly devoted my long life to studying magic, martial arts, and several other fields. I restored the ship that I used to escape my planet from an extremely old design that predated all civilizations on my planet." Sage nodded, recognizing that Harry was refering to the Force as magic.

"What's your name?" Sage asked.

"Hadrian Peverell, but you can call me Harry," Harry replied.

Sage nodded, detecting the half-truth, but not calling him on it.

"Well, I'm a Jedi Padawan and we use the Force, what you call magic, to protect the galaxy and combat crime and the Sith. We use lightsabers, which is the signature item identifying both Jedi and Sith." Sage then went on to explain the difference between the Jedi and Sith and recite their respective codes

"Honestly, I've always been Gray on my planet. I've studied the darkest arts and the lightest to form my own opinions, most was theoretical; using some arts even once caused a permanent change and that wasn't something that I wanted. Both codes seem incomplete. The Jedi Code seems like it would breed sociopaths and the Sith Code seems like it would breed psychopaths." Sage nodded in understanding, surprisingly not angry and still intending to train Harry.

"I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew and give you the tour," Sage said.

Harry nodded and was led away.

"This is Bastila, who you already met," Sage said, and Bastila merely looked at Harry like he wasn't worth her time. "Canderous, Carth, Juhani, and Mission is the blue twilek, and Zaalbar is the furry wookie." And then Sage introduced a droid for some reason.

"What I want to know is how he survived having his ship destroyed and the vacuum of space," Bastila said, suspiciously.

"I regenerate, constantly," Harry replied, getting a skeptical look from the crew. Harry replied by casually cutting his right cheek and letting it heal instantly and convincing them. "I'm also 120 years old."

"Shouldn't you be more powerful?" Bastila asked somewhat mockingly.

"I achieved a satisfying level of power and didn't train seriously," Harry replied, even though he knew that he was as powerful as Sage and much more powerful than the angry and prideful little girl. "I focused on skill and knowledge and control after that, and then focused on academics and sleeping around. I was the most powerful on my planet and anyone who believed in aliens was derided as a lunatic, so I felt my power was enough."

Bastila started to say something insulting; something that would cross a line, but was stopped by Sage.

"I'll be training Harry in using the Force whenever possible," Sage said, and the crew already knew that Sage was following the Force's guidance to locate Harry. Surprisingly, Sage decided to begin teaching Harry immediately.

"Now, I only have training lightsabers that stun, but you might be able to acquire a real one in the future," Sage said, handing Harry the weapon. "It's customary to train students in form one, or Shii-Cho, first, but I'm not proficient enough in it to teach you. I'm a master of Niman and and Ataru proficient in all other forms; Niman is the sixth form of lightsaber combat and Ataru is the fourth."

"Just teach me what you can and I'll fill in the gaps on my own. I'd like to try adapting the fencing styles of my world to lightsaber combat in my spare time too. I can also speed up my own training by gaining a skill imprint of your own skills if you want." Sage nodded, seeing no harm in him being able to rapidly advance to Padawan level when he had obviously used the method before without seeming permanently arrogant. What neither of them knew was that Sage was once known as Revan and Harry gained an imprint of his high skill level.

Harry would be researching Force-users later and summoning shades for even more skill imprints... and with Harry's passion to be the best re-ignited, he would work hard and would work until he felt himself the best in the universe.

Sage began Harry's fast-paced training while the Ebon Hawk flew to Tatooine, and Sage was shocked by Harry's rapid progress, and was even refining his own skills further to match Harry's seemingly superior potential and control; not knowing that Harry merely possessed his own true full skill.

Harry had mastered Niman by the time they arrived on Tatooine and he was taught Force speed, Sense, Jump, and Precognition to aid in his survival. Thankfully, him adapting his worlds fencing techniques to using the lightsaber was easy with the Force, and Harry would now be much more dangerous once he got himself a real lightsaber.

After Sage dealt with an annoying docking bay manager, Sage, Bastila, and Harry departed the port for the nearby Cantina for information. Unfortunately, the only useful information they received was to go bother a bunch of savages, which wasn't that helpful.

And then, of course, they ran into three Dark Jedi.

"Oh good. I've been needing a lightsaber." Harry said, before just disarming and taking one from the Dark Jedi who only had one, amusing Sage and Bastila in the process. "Thank you!" Harry said, before just disintegrating the Dark Jedi.

"Okay, that helped," Sage commented dryly.

"Can I still fight one of the other two?" Harry asked, interested in testing himself.

Sage was in thought. "You can fight the one with two lightsabers. You need to learn to combat Jar'Kai users anyway." Sage finally said as the Dark Jedi began radiating fear. Harry nodded and stepped forward as Sage went to fight the one with a double-bladed lightsaber.

Harry may have been new at using lightsabers, but he once mastered fencing out of pure boredom and had been in life or death situations since age eleven and was highly skilled in strategy. The Dark Jedi arrogantly walked forward, thinking Harry a Padawan fresh out of the Temple and his Master reckless... when they met, Harry used his own ritual enhance speed and drew on the Force to enhance it further and cut off the Dark Jedi's hand and acquired himself another lightsaber; all in under a second. The Dark Jedi soon had his former lightsaber shoved through his heart. Harry pocketed the other lightsaber and several hundred credits and went to rejoin an annoyed Bastila.

"That was quick," Bastila commented in surprise. It was unnerving to her how far Harry had advanced in such a short time.

"He underestimated me."

"Why do you need three lightsabers?" Bastila asked, somewhat condescendingly.

"In case my inexperience gets the others destroyed. I can regenerate limbs, but I don't know the first thing about creating lightsabers, so I'll basically be hoarding them and parts of them." Bastila was unable to argue with that logic.

Sage soon finished off his opponent.

"You finished off your opponent very quickly, Harry. I'm impressed." Sage said.

"I had a great teacher and the Dark Jedi underestimated me," Harry replied and Sage nodded. "Mind if I collect the Dark Jedi's lightsaber for spare parts?" After a nod no, Harry added another lightsaber; technically two, and a few hundred credits that Sage didn't want to his funds.

They had so far acquired a hunting license and were just entering a Droid Shop to buy a protocol droid, with Harry having retrieved some gold ingots from his trunk.

"What is this? A customer I don't recognize? Perhaps you bring off-world money to Yuka Laka?"

"We are looking for a protocol droid that speaks the language of the Sand People," Sage said.

"I have a protocol droid, but I think it's been modified. It claims to understand the Sand People dialect, and also has some armor mounts. Combat ready, perhaps?" Yuka Laka said.

After inspecting the droid, Sage asked about the price.

"It's a very solid machine, in good shape. I can't let it go for less than 5000 credits."

"I only have 3000 credits. Can you go lower?" Sage asked, but the Ithorian declined.

"How about 3000 and we recommend your business to anyone looking for droids and parts?" Harry asked. "We may be spending a long time on Tatooine and we would also come to you first for all our future droid related needs. Between advertisement and prioritizing your business over others you could make much more long term. If we come across any other droids or droid parts on Tatooine we'll sale them to you at a discount until you make back the 2000 credits."

"Deal!" Yuka Laka said, falling for the half-truth and empty promise. Greedy people were so very easy to manipulate.

Sage went to pay the agreed fee and retrieve his new droid.

"You just scammed someone," Bastila stated in disapproval.

"He said 5000 just to see if we would bite instantly and I'm pretty sure the droid is stolen anyway. And we might be spending a lot of time on the planet, we will most likely come to him anyway, and if we did collect droid parts we would probably be eager to get rid of them quickly anyway. All we have to do is suggest his business if the opportunity presents itself. The deal was made partly in good faith on my part, but Yuka Laka actually tried to scam us. I merely succeeded where he failed, and I actually would advertise or try to fulfill part of the agreement." Bastila grudgingly accepted it since Harry would actually try to honor the agreement.

Sage rejoined them with his new droid at his side.

"HK-47 will be joining us as a translator," Sage said.

"Greetings meatbags," HK-47 said, amusing Harry greatly.

"Greetings tin can," Harry returned with a smirk.

They got moving and Harry was confident things would speed up now... until Sage was stopped by some vertically challenged creature.

"HK-47, can you help me out here?" Sage asked, having difficulty understanding the Jawa.

"Translation: 98% probability that members of the miniature organic's tribe are being held by Sand People, master. Doubtless he wishes assistance." HK-47 replied.

"What about the other 2%?" Sage asked.

"Translation: 2% probability that the miniature organic is simply looking for trouble and needs to be blasted. That may be wishful thinking on my part, master." HK replied, amusing Harry.

They ended up with yet another distraction from their mission, but at least the Jawa was offering information in return, and Harry ended up applying cooling charms to everyone after they all got tired of the heat.

They ended up killing several Sand People as they bumbled along, saving some Czerka employees, and getting more precise directions to the Sand People Enclave. They acquired disguises, entered the Enclave, and then were shown that the disguises weren't good enough.

And now Sage was meeting with the Chieftain of the Sand People. It had been fifteen minutes since he was inside, but Harry still sensed that Sage was alive and... was just now returning to them.

"Either he refused to return the Jawas or they've somehow gotten much smaller," Harry commented.

"He plans to move his people farther from Anchorhead, but they need to build up stores of water first. He wants moisture vaporators from the Czerka. If we deliver them, he will order that his people reduce their attacks on miners." Sage replied.

"So they'll keep attacking less until they need something else and then step up attacks again. Sadly, wiping them out might be the best albeit most cruel option." Harry said and HK-47 agreed eagerly. "They could still kill hundreds and possibly even drive out Czerka, which seems to be the sole company creating jobs here. I can conjure water too, but both that and moisture vaporators would be a very long-term solution. We could also just place a slow acting poison in the conjured water."

"I'm not saying that we should, but after briefly contemplating the long-term impact of their actions... I feel it should be considered, even if it is merely a last resort option." Harry finished and Sage looked briefly thoughtful.

"I understand your concerns, but we can ask the Republic to watch the planet to protect it," Sage replied, not liking the idea of mass-murder.

"Then I suppose to save time I should teleport the four of us back to Anchorhead. It will be taxing to bring three others along and we'll have to be certain that we have everything before leaving the town, but it will save us a lot of time. It will be uncomfortable the first time though and you may feel sick or even vomit and you shouldn't let go or move until I tell you it's safe."

"It's necessary to save time," Sage said, though he wasn't thrilled with the idea.

"In that case, I'll need the three of you to grab hold of me," Harry said and they obeyed, but HK-47 attempted to be rough, but Harry was far to durable to be bothered by it. "Ready..." Harry said, they nodded, and after he focused on the inside of the Ebon Hawk, they disapparated with a pop.

And arrived with one, with Sage and Bastila collapsing instantly.

"That was horrible!" Bastila complained.

"It... wasn't pleasant," Sage agreed.

"You'll get used to it," Harry replied, amused by their reactions.

"I require an extensive software and hardware update, master," HK-47 said.

"I relocated your matter to another location, once you comprehend that you should be fine," Harry said, still quite amused.

"What happened to those two?" Canderous asked, and Mission, Carth, and Zaalbar looked curious too.

"I teleported us here to save time and it's really unpleasant the first time. We have a lead on the Star Map though. We have to free some Jawas from the Sand People and if we give the Sand People moisture vaporators they will free their Jawa hostages and and reduce their attacks and then the Jawa leader will give us the information that we need. Once they recover we'll go purchase the vaporators... thankfully we won nearly a thousand credits off some Dark Jedi and I got myself a lightsaber and some extras too."

"I'm recovered," Sage said, and Bastila was too, but she was still grimacing in disdain for the transportation method.

After purchasing the vaporator, and a Vibrosword; at HK-47's request, and Bastila's protest, they returned to the Sand People Enclave, and delivered them and then retrieved the Jawas and Mission's scumbag brother.

"How will we get them back to Anchorhead?" Sage asked.

"I can open portals; they're extremely energy consuming, but they can feed off of ambient Force energy and only require a moderate power investment on my part. We just need to ensure all are willing to enter it before I use up the energy." Sage and Bastila nodded, and Sage had HK begin politely convincing the Jawas and Griff.

Eventually, they were ready and Harry formed the portal to Anchorhead and all stepped through it.

Harry was confused by the chatter and attention of the Jawas being directed at him.

"Statement: They seem to believe you a deity, Harry," HK translated.

"It's usually women that I invoke that response from and only after sex," Harry commented dryly. "Tell them it's a common misconception. I'm just so awesome that I'm commonly believed to be one." HK translated that with what Harry assumed to be amusement.

After getting the general location of the Star Map, they were ready to leave.

"Here's fifty credits, Griff," Harry said. "Don't leave without your sisters permission. We've put a tracker on you and will find you." And Harry had actually put a tracking charm on the wank stain.

Griff nodded fearfully.

After informing Mission of her errant brother being nearby, they managed to quickly locate the cave where the Krayt dragon was.

Unfortunately, there was also a hunter there, but the hunter only wanted the dragon dead and was helpful.

"We must bait the great beast out of hiding and ambush him swiftly. There is no room to engage him in the lair, and his hide will repel blaster fire. I have placed mines around the mouth of the cave. We must coax him out, but this is the end of his season of hibernation. It will take much to rouse him. The food of a beast this size is almost exclusively banthas... and foolish hunters, if we are not careful. To lure him out we must lure his food to tempt him."

"Got it. I'll play the role of human food... I'm far too lazy to bait banthas. I just want to get back to the ship, remove the sand from places where sand should never be, and then pretend to be in a coma for a few hours." Having said that, Harry teleported to safety and began taunting the Krayt Dragon, hurling lightning at it, and quickly succeeding in luring it to its death.

For his 'effort' he was given a Krayt Dragon pearl.

"Harry, don't do that again," Sage said in concern. "Even if you are immortal, getting chewed and digested would not be pleasant."

"I was going to slay it in combat as a secondary option. I've fought dragons before and Krayt's can't even breathe fire or fly." Harry said as they neared the Star Map.

"It was still a stupid action to take," Bastila said.

"I could have transformed into a dragon and then fought it to the death," Harry said, to their shock. "My people know how to do that. I also sense darkness coming from the map. May I try purging it? After you get the info you need, of course."

"Yes," Sage replied before activating the Star Map. It displayed what Harry believed was a galactic map. "It seems that we must travel to Manaan next." Sage turned to Harry. "How will you purge the Dark Side taint?"

Harry responded by conjuring holy fire, fire infused with pure light side energies, and then began a controlled burn of the affected areas while they back tracked.

"That is very impressive," Sage said, sensing the darkness being burned away. "I'd like to learn how to do that." Bastila seemed to want that too, but wasn't willing to swallow her pride long enough to ask.

"I can teach you, but we'll need to do it on a planet with some Dark Side energy nearby. It's intended just for purging darkness from locations, objects, attacks, and truly evil people." Sage nodded in understanding as they reached the entrance to the cave...

And were greeted by five people who Harry suspected weren't here for nice reasons, and Revan and Bastila preparing for combat proved that.

"Calo Nord," Sage said coldly.

"I have to give you credit… you've led me on quite a chase. But nobody gets away from Calo Nord in the end!"

"I see you brought some back up, Nord. Realize that we were a bit much to handle on your own?" Bastila asked, taunting him.

"You got lucky on Taris; the Sith attack saved you from a quick and gruesome death. But I promise you, the Sith won't be getting in my way this time!" Nord said.

With that, the battle began, and Harry simply snapped the neck of his opponent, a Rodian, and then took his two Blaster Pistols and Stun Baton. HK-47, Bastila, and Sage finished up their opponents around the same time.

"Malak must have sent him," Sage said.

"Perhaps we should leave Tatooine in case this Malak knows where we are?" Harry suggested and Sage nodded in agreement.

"Can you teleport us back to the Ebon Hawk?" Sage asked.

"Yes, everybody grab hold," Harry said. They obeyed, with HK-47 trying harder to injure him this time, and they disappeared with a pop.

When they arrived, Sage and Bastila recovered much faster, and HK was still trying to break Harry's arm.

"If you're trying to break my arm it's not gonna happen. I undertook rituals to increase my strength and durability far beyond human levels." That cowed HK into stopping his attempts.

After Sage had Carth get them off Tatooine, Harry opted to bathe, sleep, and when he woke up he would train even harder.

Harry would master Ataru within a week during his intense training and learned all Sage could teach him by the time they arrived on Kashyyk, and had begun learning from other teachers; with Harry mastering Djem So, after learning from Ulic Qel-Droma and learning Mind tricks, how to resist having his strength drained, and several other abilities. But most of his newfound skill and learning came from the shades of Arca Jeth and Vodo-Siosk Baas, with Harry having learned all he could from them, and him discovering that he also possessed the rare gift of Battle Meditation like Bastila did. Sage was even aware of Harry's extra studies and supportive of them.

Kashyyk still sucked though. They were nearly tricked into killing an innocent Wookie by his own son, they trekked through a forest, were forced to fight a Terentatek, and finally started a rebellion against Czerka Corporation and freed Wookie slaves. They now had another travelling with them, a man named Jolee Bindu.

Manaan wasn't that terrible, but that was mostly just swimming and searching for the Star Map. They would be leaving for Korriban soon and Harry would have more free time for training and study after he learned all Sage could teach him and they were done with this mission.