Chapter four (HPtSR)

**3681 BBY.**

The Sith had finally revealed themselves; losing large numbers of ships and men due to traps on all the hyperlanes and planets used as staging grounds, but they still continued on and took Korriban. Harry was thankful that Satele Shan had managed to escape the doomed planet without his interference... it allowed Harry to focus on the mission at hand.

"HK-47, detonate the trap," Harry ordered.

"Exclamation: With pleasure Hadrian!" HK-47, the rebuilt and modernized droid of Revan's said in reply. Harry may have programed HK to defer to himself after Revan, but he wasn't HK's true master.

Both droid and Force-user enjoyed watching the bombs detonate, inflicting massive damage upon the ships near Korriban, but it still wasn't enough... It was enough to cost the empire some more though. Every ship destroyed and every Sith slain was a victory for the Republic, and the Sith lost a lot of ships and men in this attack. They quickly lost over ten ships to this attack and thousands of men, but had lost far more in the traps around Sith space.

"Well, thousands of soldiers slain and we costed the Sith billions in this attack," Harry said. "I'll try finding you someone to kill soon, HK."

"Statement: That would be much appreciated. The more the better." HK replied.

"I'll try finding you a situation where you can butcher thousands at a time then," Harry said. "We'll need to weed down their numbers to make them desperate enough to allow people in from the Republic and to create a demand for me to fill."

"Query: What now Hadrian?" HK asked.

"Assassinations on Sith, continued theft of imperial treasury ships, continued intel gathering, and causing chaos in the Sith war effort and in the Emperors side project. Once the empire is desperate enough, I'll approach a Jedi with promises of information and feed it to them to weaken the empire while searching for Revan." Harry replied. "I'd like to send you and some anti-droid weaponry to the Aparo sector and I'll be targeting Sith."

HK, the insatiably murderous droid that he was, killed over ten thousand soldiers and destroyed countless thousands of droids. Harry had only assassinated over 4,500 Sith personally and had thousands more killed with specialized droids for Force-users and bombs... HK required some repairs, but despite that he was boastful of his larger kill count.

It still wasn't that bad for nearly six years of work.

Harry had created the demand for outsider Sith and could now fill it, but he needed a Jedi contact. Harry followed the Force's guidance and selected Satele Shan despite her being a Padawan.

Luring her away wasn't difficult; discreetly calling her through the Force did that, but getting her alone took more effort.

"Hello, Satele Shan," Harry said, revealing himself and causing her to jump.

"Um, hello," Satele said nervously, just realizing that she was alone in the woods with a stranger and far away from help.

"I'm glad you answered my call through the Force," Harry said.

"I don't sense any of your strength in the Force..." Satele said.

Harry revealed a portion of his immense strength in the Force; far beyond her own, but not his true full power.

"Satisfactory?" Harry asked politely and Satele nodded. Harry handed her a datapad and had it display recent activity from HK-47 and himself. "As you can see, a lot of Sith have died over the last six years... Enough that the Sith Empire is desperate and will soon recruit from conquered worlds and even those with secret Sith leanings. I, and several droids have been doing this to create such circumstances." Satele began to look nervous and began evaluating the situation, which Harry was aware of.

"I will be infiltrating the Sith and no, Shan, I won't be trying to kill you. If I wanted you dead, you already would be. I will be infiltrating the Sith and would like to give you information to help the Republic win the war."

"I can't let you join the Sith!" Satele said angrily.

"Indeed... but you aren't letting me do anything. I haven't asked permission and have no intention of doing so. I will be joining the Sith either way. I just need a contact to feed information to and weaken the Empire with. I'm not asking you to betray secrets of the Republic or of the Jedi Order, and quite frankly I wouldn't need you to get those secrets anyway." Harry said. "As a sign of good faith, that datapad contains information on the upcoming Battle of Bomodon, it should allow the Republic to turn a prolonged conflict into an easy win. Claim you had a vision... you are known for them."

"Who are you?" Satele asked.

"Harry Potter," Harry replied truthfully, sensing that he should be truthful. "Granted there are no records of me, I'm rather fond of my privacy and I enjoy my peace and solitude."

Letting the Force guide her decision, Satele accepted the arrangement despite her concerns.

"Good," Harry replied. "I'd like to place the droid that you saw in those videos into your ownership while I'm infiltrating the Sith. We bonded over our shared disdain of the Sith and he might be recognized by those well versed in history, but him being under your command and being loyal to you wouldn't raise too many questions."

"Why is that?" Satele asked.

"Because HK-47 was designed by your ancestor Revan for dealing with threats with precision and subtlety instead of mass death like the Battle of Malachor V. His skills, which have been improved upon, would be helpful to you in this war and he was updated to modern standards and has killed hundreds of Sith and a few Dark Jedi in the last six years." Satele nodded in agreement, seeing the droids use. "Claiming to have found one of your ancestors stashes should be a believable story." Harry withdrew the Holocron of Arca Jeth and handed it to her, much to her confusion. "The Holocron of Arca Jeth, as it is commonly known, but it was actually created by Ood Bnar."

"This is priceless!" Satele said. "You're just giving it to me?"

"Yes," Harry replied simply. "It's mostly history. Still priceless, but quite useless to me." A test, Harry had already learned all that he could from it so that was technically true. Satele nodded.

"I want to make sure that you understand: I will have to kill some Jedi and Republic soldiers... I can't refuse without destroying my cover and therefore ending the supply of information." Harry said, and Satele knew that. "I'll try limiting Jedi casualties where possible and work to ensure that the Republic gains and then holds the advantage in the war."

With their business concluded, they both left, agreeing that Harry would contact her when he had more information.

**Korriban, one month later.**

Harry had arrived at Korriban less than twenty minutes ago and had easily passed the screening tests to gain entry into the academy with his own vastly suppressed skills and power. Naturally, his pre-fabricated backstory and superior performance had gotten him the attention of an Overseer. That was his goal, of course, claiming to be descended from the Sith who served Exar Kun, Revan and Malak, and the Sith Triumvirate was a calculated risk that would explain away his advanced skills and allow him to explain away any slip-ups as acquired knowledge.

"So, you're the new Acolyte?" Overseer Ragate, a rather attractive woman of forty asked, inspecting Harry and liking what she saw. Clearly Harry would be required to bed her and he was actually looking forward to it.

"Yes, Overseer Ragate," Harry replied.

"You tried previously joining the Sith Empire five years ago?" Ragate asked.

"Yes, my ancestors served Exar Kun, Revan and Malak, and the Sith Triumvirate. We've been Dark Side practitioners since then and your Empire appealed to me greatly." Harry replied, pleasing the Overseer. Harry was greatly annoyed when that idiot rejected him, but was pleased that the former Overseer was brutally tortured and then later executed.

"Well, Hadrian, you have a lot of potential and I've no doubt that you will soon be apprenticed to a Sith Lord. You know, I recently became an Overseer, and my position isn't quite secure... guiding you to your full potential and making sure that you get a good master would help me secure it." By this time, Ragate was rubbing her hands over Harry's muscled chest. "What do you say, Hadrian?"

"Oh yes," Harry replied, pulling Ragate into his lap. "The benefits are clearly very impressive. I very happily accept..."

Harry gave her the best sex of her life that day and night, and having rendered himself temporarily sterile while infiltrating the Sith, he pumped her so full of seed that he could have sired an army with it if he weren't sterile. Both parties were extremely pleased with each other.

"Once you're dressed, I'll have a droid guide you to your dorm to shower and then your training group," Ragate said.

"Should I report back to you tonight?" Harry asked.

"Of course. I need to take advantage of your talents while you're here." Ragate replied.

After showering and washing the smell of sex off of himself, Harry was shown to his training group.

"Ah, fresh blood," one of the older Acolytes, a pureblood Sith, said, smirking at Harry. The idiot didn't even notice Harry's red eyes, a sign of deep Dark Side immersion, and neither did any of his cronies. The only one who did was a girl sitting far away from them who was reading and only partially paying attention.

"Let me guess, you intend to annoy or humiliate me to assert your power?" Harry asked, truly disappointed that none of them were accounting for his power, skill, or immersion in the Dark Side.

"Sounds about right," the Sith said before attacking... or trying to. Harry caught him and his friends and then tortured them with Force Lightning as punishment.

Harry tortured them for about ten minutes before they begged for mercy, but, even then Harry only spared a few who could be useful to him. The pureblood Sith was tortured for far longer, but the punishment was soon halted by another Overseer.

"No killing Sith purebloods. We don't want to have to deal with his insufferable parents." The Overseer said before leaving the room while unconcerned about the dead Acolytes still smoking on the floor.

"Do you feel valued?" Harry asked the pureblood mockingly. No answer, but Harry sighed and then Force pushed the idiot into a wall.

"That was entertaining," the girl reading commented.

"I'm glad you were amused," Harry deadpanned.

"You know, his great-uncle is on the Dark Council and is unlikely to be pleased," the girl said. "Darth Vowrawn is a dangerous enemy to make."

"Guess I'd better hope that he doesn't deem me worth his time," Harry replied.

"Yes," the girl replied. "I'm Daphne," she said lowering her holobook and making eye contact for the first time. Harry was thankfully managing to conceal his shock well. Daphne looked exactly like Daphne Greengrass.

"I'm Hadrian," Harry replied, finding her resemblance to Daphne Greengrass and name disconcerting. That was concealed, of course, but it was still interesting... and it couldn't be mere coincidence.

Over the last few months, Harry and Daphne had been neutral and friendly to each other; with Daphne's coldness concealing a great deal of her immense hatred, anger, and wrath, but she wasn't a favorite for an apprenticeship. The entitled pureblood Sith eventually provoked Harry into making an example of him. Harry tortured him to death after an attack upon him with a group of the Sith's friends helping him... all of them were killed. Between him having killed nearly a dozen Acolytes and routinely defeating the teachers and anything else in his way, Harry had drawn some attention.

Harry was called before Darth Marr and Darth Vowrawn.

"Lord Marr, Lord Vowrawn," Harry said respectively.

"Do you know why you were summoned before us?" Vowrawn asked.

"I assume it is due the body count that I've amassed in self-defense," Harry replied.

"Indeed," Vowrawn replied. "When I heard that you were powerful, I didn't think you were powerful enough to be a lesser Sith Lord. I can't decide between either killing you or taking you as my apprentice."

"We are aware of the nature of the killings and you aren't in trouble for it, but we wonder how advanced your skills truly are." Darth Marr said.

"Members of my family begin training when we can walk and talk reasonably well. I've been training since the age of three and I've mastered several forms of lightsaber combat, telekinesis, Force lightning, and many other powers. I have training in Sith Magic and Alchemy."

"My great-nephew is an idiot of epic proportions," Vowrawn stated in observation. Vowrawn was extremely disappointed. A member of his family couldn't see that Hadrian was far too great for them to kill, and went merrily to his own demise.

Harry was just pleased that Darth Vowrawn didn't seem to desire revenge.

"Our spies report that you seem quite loyal to the empire despite having grown up in the Republic." Darth Marr said. "Why is that?"

"The Republic is corrupt, overly large, and is weak in every way that counts. My family mostly lived in the Outer Rim where we could train extensively. The empire, which has already existed for over a thousand years, is a way to do it right. The Sith my family served were fleeting and lacked the will to succeed, while the Empire clearly possesses the will to succeed. We could never amass the support and resources to oppose the Jedi and Republic on our own, but this is a way to contribute in a meaningful way and create a place for ourselves in the Sith ruled galaxy." Both Dark Councilors seemed pleased with the answer.

"Unlike my colleague, I have no divided opinion. You have demonstrated great self-control and a disdain for infighting that I share, and you are clearly beyond your fellow students and teachers. You will become my apprentice and I will give you any training that you need to fulfill your potential and become a Sith Lord." Marr said, to Harry's surprise.

Harry knelt. "Thank you, Lord Marr... Master." Harry said in reply.

"Gather your things, I'll be waiting by my ship at the Arrival Port," Darth Marr said in dismissal.

Harry nodded respectfully and then departed the room, and when he was outside he smirked. Harry was very pleased to have completed phase one of his infiltration.

Once inside his dormitory, Harry packed his clothes, unstored his lightsabers, and gathered his credits from his hiding places and was soon ready to go.

There was suddenly a knock at the door and sensing that it was Daphne, Harry let her in.

"I hear congratulations are in order," Daphne said. "You're quite fortunate that Darth Marr took you as his apprentice."

"I know, but I'm sure someone will realize how talented and deserving you are soon. You are very talented. I'd take you as my own apprentice if I had enough standing, but I lack that standing or permission from my own Master to do that."

"That is unlikely, Hadrian. I'm related to a traitor and no one wants to associate themselves with me. I'm not very fond of most Sith either and I'll most likely be shipped off to be a soldier." Daphne said. Harry was surprised that her skills would go so underutilized, but Daphne seemed resigned to it.

"I didn't know, Daphne. I'm sorry for bringing that up." Harry said, but inwardly vowed to recruit her if he got the chance.

"It's okay, Hadrian. You didn't know. I just wanted to congratulate you and you need to go meet up with your waiting Master before he decides to leave without you." Daphne said.

Harry nodded. "I'm aware. I was going to shorten the traveling time greatly. Goodbye Daphne... do you like magic though?"

"Yes," Daphne replied, amused.

"Well, now you see me... and now you..." Harry teleported outside academy and then chain teleported to near the Port. He shameless showed off, but he was powerful enough to pull it off and drew in the Force to recover his strength and keep up appearances.

"You made great time," Darth Marr said in lieu of a proper greeting.

"I teleported part of the way due to having a short conversation," Harry replied and Marr nodded, but he actually found the feat very impressive and was pleased to have not been forced to wait longer.

And so began the training of Harry... again. With his skills, he was quickly recognized as a Sith Master by Darth Marr, who made sure that the rank stuck. Harry had the skills of a Sith Warrior, Assassin, Alchemist, and Sorcerer and he required little real training from Darth Marr, but his Force Speed greatly improved to the point that he seemed to teleport. With his true full fighting ability, Harry knew he could defeat Darth Marr, but he couldn't reveal that just yet. Harry just settled for barely keeping up with his heavily suppressed skill and power level.

Best of all, Harry had created a suit of armor to conceal his immunity to Dark Side degeneration due to the Hallows, and it was a work of art. Pure black armor made of alchemically treated metal and highly resistant to lightsabers, but gilded with gold and it had Lignan crystals infused in the gauntlets, legs, chest, and mask and helmet. These crystals had a unique relationship to the Dark Side and could be drawn upon to enhance his power even further. The helmet and mask were extremely elaborate and indestructible and decorated with a circle of gold, songsteel, more Lignan crystals, onyx, rubies, and emeralds in a pattern like a crown. It was already causing some envy from the other Sith, but even Darth Marr had conceded that it was a master work and was both practical for combat and ceremonial.

After completing his training and being assigned a Fury-class interceptor, Harry began taking on missions... small at first, assassinating corrupt politicians, rogue Sith and traitors, but Harry was rapidly proving himself as a Sith at the same time.

Through his secretly growing influence, Harry managed to inform Satele of the Battle of Ilum, which the Republic won, and the Battles of Dathomir, Agamar, and Utapau, which the Empire won, and the attack on Manaan, which the Republic was unable to stop. Manaan cut off all ties with the Galaxy, depriving the Republic of access to kolto. Because of that, Harry mentioned Bacta to Satele to give the Republic an edge, and with Thyferra being an Inner Rim world it could be secured more easily.

Harry had also discovered what happened to Revan... kinda.

Revan, Meetra, and the Emperor's Wrath went to attack the Emperor, but the Wrath betrayed them and then literally stabbed Meetra in the back. Unfortunately, Death refused to allow Meetra to appear before him and Harry was forced to research even more. Vitiate's immortality was the by-product of a ritual that consumed the life-force and Force energy of the planet Nathema and all those upon it. Revan was also still alive and imprisoned in an unknown location and Harry would require more time to locate him.

From Exal Kressh's shade, Harry learned of the Emperor's Children and secretly tipped off the Jedi Grand Master Zym through an intermediary and advised him to exercise caution in who he trusted, but added that the project began within ten years ago and that they should all still be children. They managed to purge the Emperor's essence from the children and devised a way to locate others, which Zym communicated through the intermediary so that Harry could purge the children in the Empire of the taint.

Soon, Harry would be getting more involved in the war and begin working harder towards becoming a Darth and a member of the Dark Council, but it would require time, effort, and sacrifice from him.