I own neither Harry Potter nor Star Wars. I promise to do nothing with other people's characters they wouldn't have had them do themselves. Of course, for Harry Potter, I could establish House Elves as having magic that is easily more powerful than Wizards, and then just have them not ever actually use it. Dobby wipes the walls with his former master Lucius Malfoy in order to protect Harry Potter, but then he's never shown using that power again. Oh, sure, he saved them in Deathly Hallows, but in the most mundane way he possibly could.

Harry drifted in a fog. He heard what sounded like two people arguing. They weren't yelling, but hissing back and forth at each other as if they didn't want to disturb someone.

"It's not yours!"

"I never said it was, I'm just keeping it till he wakes up."

"You can't keep it, it's not yours!"

"I said I'll give it back, I'm just keeping it safe!"

"Children shouldn't have things like that, it's not safe."

"Of course it's not safe, that's why I'm keeping it safe."

A new, calmer voice joined the two bickering voices.

"Perhaps this discussion should be postponed till a more appropriate time."

"Sorry, Sir."

""Oh, we are sorry, Professor."

There was a pause which lasted approximately 3 seconds, followed by a soft cough.

"You heard Professor Dumbledore, Ronald Weasley, the poor young man needs quiet!"

"But Mum!"

"No buts about it…"

Harry opened his eyes to see Toma Kendet, Headmaster Dumbledore, Ron Weasley, and a red-haired middle-aged witch he could only assume was Ron's mother sitting in chairs around the bed he was laying in. Ron was looking quite offended and was holding Harry's lightsaber in a firm grasp. A group of students, professors, and other adults all stood awkwardly in a cluster to one side of the room, resolutely not looking at Ron and Mrs Weasley. Hermione was standing with her parents, Neville with his Gran, and the Weasley twins with their father.

Realizing that he didn't see Daphne in the group, he bolted upright in bed.

"Daphne!" he yelled.

"Relax, Mr Potter," Dumbledore said, standing and raising his hands to stop Harry from getting out of bed. "I am afraid you are a little behind the times. Miss Greengrass is going to recover. She was transferred to St Mungo's hospital to receive care for her unfortunate ordeal. As you had no significant physical injuries, it was decided that you would remain here at Hogwarts until you woke."

"She's going to be fine?" Harry asked, shaking the last remnants of the fog of sleep out of his head.

"Yes," answered the headmaster.

"And Mr Filch?" Harry asked.

"Also at St. Mungo's, under guard," Dumbledore said. "He will be allowed no contact with Miss Greengrass, I assure you. He has lost an arm and is suffering from having hosted Voldemort, even if only for a few short days. He will be questioned to determine if he chose to allow Voldemort access to his body, or if he himself is merely another victim. If he chose this, it will cost him his job and his freedom."

"Alright," said Madam Pomfrey, "I need everyone to clear out of here. He's just woken up, and I need to examine him. The headmaster and Mr Kendet may stay, but everyone else needs to leave."

Hermione dashed forward to give Harry a hug, followed by her parents.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione cried, "I was ever so worried!" She had obviously been crying. She released him and let her parents approach. Dan Granger shook his hand, and Emma gave him another hug.

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask, dear," she said. Neville came up next and put his hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed it slightly.

"Thanks, Mate," Neville said. "I…. Just thanks."

"You're welcome, Neville," Harry said. "I'm glad she'll be ok."

Neville's Gran, who defined the word fastidious, gave him a slight smile and a nod of the head as she left with her Grandson. They were replaced with the twins and a red-haired man that could only be their father. Mr Weasley also shook his hand, then ushered the twins out. Ron came up to the side of Harry's bed. He nervously placed Harry's lightsaber onto the side table within easy reach of Harry and tapped it as if to secure it in its spot.

"I kept this safe for you," Ron said. "Didn't let anyone mess with it, or examine it." Ron shifted his eyes quickly over to Dumbledore and back.

"Thanks, Ron," Harry said. "I really appreciate everything you did in there. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Come, Ronald," Mrs Weasley said, putting her arm around her blushing son. "I'm sure he needs his rest." She started to guide Ron out, then turned back to Harry. "Rest well, dear," she said. "Do let us know if you need anything."

Finally, it was just Harry, Dumbledore, Toma, and Madam Pomfrey. The mediwitch busied herself casting diagnostic charms and cleaning spells as she examined and healed the various scrapes and bruises that Harry had accumulated during the rescue mission. She finished quickly, warned the two men not to tire Harry out with questions, and then left so they could do exactly that.

"Harry," began Dumbledore. "I have heard several accounts of what transpired in the third-floor corridor, and I would also like to hear it from your perspective."

Harry went through each step of the incident, pausing only to clarify a point here or there.

"That is quite consistent with all of the other accounts of the evening," Dumbledore stated. "There are a few points I would like to address. First, I apologize that you and your fellow students felt the need to take this burden on yourselves. I have spoken with Professor Snape, and he offers his apology as well."

"He did come through at the end, Headmaster," Harry said.

"Indeed," Dumbledore acknowledged. "Second, I would like to ask you about your lightsaber. After the events over your Christmas holiday, you obtained a new one. It seems that Voldemort believes the stone he seeks is contained within. Is that the case?"

Harry looked to Master Kendet. He wasn't sure how the headmaster would respond to finding out the stone was still in existence.

"It is," confirmed Toma. "It is no longer functional for the purpose Voldemort wants it for, but Nicholas helped us to incorporate it into Harry's lightsaber, which was damaged in the attack."

"I see," said Dumbledore. "I am sorry that you did not feel you could trust me with this information. I am somewhat concerned that Voldemort is aware of, or at least strongly suspects the stone's continued existence, but we can discuss that another time."

"Master Kendet," Harry asked, "Where is Master Yoda and Master Amani?"

"Returning to Coruscant," answered Toma. "Both of them visited you and determined you would recover, but were unable to remain here any longer."

"Why?" inquired Harry.

"Master Yoda had been remotely managing the Jedi Council from here via holo, but he has been feeling the need to return for some time now. Tensions have been rising on Nar Shaddaa that the Jedi have been monitoring. Until now, it has been mostly an escalation of the usual smuggler gangs fighting over territory, but it has recently boiled over into an actual fight. Master Amani returned with Master Yoda as it looks like an intervention may be required, and he felt his attention would be better served back in the Republic."

"Are we going to be recalled?" Harry asked.

"It is doubtful," Toma answered. "There are many Jedi qualified to intervene if necessary, and your efforts would be wasted if you were to leave here now. We will likely return to Coruscant for your summer holiday, and there will likely be some short missions for us to perform while we are there, but rest assured we intend for you to continue your education here."

Dumbledore was quite relieved to hear the last bit of Toma's statement. He had been growing increasingly nervous about what Harry's plans were over the summer and knew that if Harry left the planet, there was no possible way to retrieve him.

"Can you answer something for me, Headmaster?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Dumbledore answered. "I may not be able to answer, but I will try."

"Why does Voldemort keep fixating on me? Why did he try to kill me as a baby?" Harry asked.

"Alas," Dumbledore said. "The answer to that is something I have no desire to burden you with."

"Burdened with it or not," responded Harry, "he will still be targeting me. I faced him twice so far this year, and you faced him once. If I have to fight him again, knowing why might help me win that fight."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, considering. "This past year, I have come to the conclusion that I have been approaching this problem the wrong way. For too long now, I have kept to myself things that I should have shared. Very well." He sat back down and fixed Toma and Harry with a pointed look. "I must ask that you keep what you are about to learn in strictest confidence."

Harry and Toma both nodded their consent.

"You will not have the option of studying divination until your third year," Dumbledore began, "but I am aware that you study ahead in many of your subjects. Have you learned anything yet about prophecies?"

"Not yet, sir," answered Harry.

"The Jedi have some knowledge of prophecy," Toma added, "but it has not yet been part of Harry's training."

"If I may ask," inquired Dumbledore, "what is the Jedi understanding of prophecy?"

"The Force can guide your mind in its currents. Through meditation, the Force can offer glimpses of the past, present, or future. These are often vague, and highly subjective to the one who sees these images, and therefore unreliable. We do not place a great deal of faith in them, as they rarely provide insight in a timely fashion."

"I see," said Dumbledore. "For us, it is somewhat different, but with some obvious similarities nonetheless." He sat back down in his chair as he began to lecture.

"I would like for you to imagine, for a moment," Dumbledore began, "that time is an oceanfront. There is the land, which represents the past. Then there is the ocean, which represents the future.

The land is stable, and for the most part, everything stays put. Major events can sometimes shake things up a bit, but on the whole, what happens in the past is set.

By contrast, the ocean, the future, is always in motion. Bits of flotsam and jetsam float about and constantly shift around. Boats sail by, their wake causing eddies and currents that set all the pieces adrift into new patterns. Nothing ever remains in one place in the future. Every decision that is made moves all the pieces of the future in new directions.

The shoreline, where the past and the future crash together in a constant barrage, is the present. Chaos and disorder rule as the pieces of the future are churned into the stability of the past. It is in this short stretch of time that devices such as Time-Turners can operate."

"Sorry," interrupted Harry, "but what are Time-Turners?"

"Time turners," answered Dumbledore, "are rather remarkable devices that can send you up to twelve hours into the past. Time very much beyond twelve hours, however, is no longer accessible to us."

"Why only twelve hours?" asked Harry.

"Trying to access time beyond 12 hours is quite dangerous. Keeping with our analogy of time as an oceanfront, consider the sand. The sand near the waves is saturated with water. It is almost fluid itself. Beyond the waves is damp sand. Walking there leaves clear footprints. Beyond that is the dry sand which moves only by the wind. Finally, you have rocks and soil, which are, relatively speaking, unmovable and set. In this analogy, the further from the water you get, the dryer the sand. The dryer the sand, the less influence you can have on the events of the past. Once time is set, it is no longer able to be changed. Most who have attempted to go beyond twelve hours into the past have simply disappeared without a trace. All attempts to reach beyond 24 hours have resulted in failure, and in death to the time traveller. As you might imagine, such devices are tightly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Let us return, however, to the subject of prophecies."

"Sorry, Headmaster," Harry said.

"It is no trouble, my boy," Dumbledore reassured. "In the ocean of the future, there are islands. The waves have no effect on them. These, small, rocky outcrops of stability in the chaos of the future are prophecies. Or rather, they are what prophecies attempt to describe. Prophecies are given by Seers. They are born with the gift to see hazy, distorted visions of these islands. The better the Seer is in touch with their gift, the more clear an image they can receive. The more clear the image, the clearer the prophecy that they give. It is a rather cruel twist of fate that a Seer never actually remembers the prophecy that they give."

Madam Pomfrey stuck her head out of her office, saw that all was calm, and disappeared again.

"Now," continued Dumbledore, "there are some rules about prophecies. First, they always come true. No matter what you do, no matter what your skills, no matter how much you try to avoid them, or to change them, or try to arrange events to match them, they are set in stone.

Second, they are incredibly, and often maddeningly vague. Each verse can have many different interpretations, each just as likely to be the true meaning. They are almost never completely understood until after they have come to pass. Regardless of their vagueness, however, there is always only one correct interpretation. Due to the many possibilities that different interpretations can lead to, it is always best to exercise a great deal of caution when dealing with a prophecy. They are quite dangerous, and never about anything trivial."

"So," asked Harry, "there is a prophecy about Voldemort?"

"Perhaps," answered Dumbledore. "Very rarely, if ever, is someone actually named in a prophecy. Some description is given, and it is up to each person who hears the prophecy to interpret it. Several months before you were born, I was interviewing a candidate for a professor of the subject of Divination. I was disinclined to allow the continued study of the subject here at Hogwarts, as there is little point to it if you are not born with the gift, but thought it only polite to meet with her. She is the great-granddaughter of the famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney, after all, and if there were any chance she inherited the gift, I would have offered her the job. I was not, initially, impressed. It seemed to me that she had very little of her great-grandmother's gift, if any of it at all. I was in the process of breaking the news to her when she suddenly began to give what appeared to be a real prophecy. There is a record of the prophecy kept in the Department of Mysteries, but since the prophecy was given to me, I can recite it for you.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

"So," said Harry, "essentially, that means that it's really down to either me or him?"

"Perhaps," answered Dumbledore. "Perhaps not. As I have said, there are many possible interpretations of this prophecy, if it is actually a real prophecy."

"There is doubt as to its authenticity?" asked Toma.

"I am old, and many have used the kinder word of 'eccentric' to mask how they truly feel about my oddities, but I am not clueless. It has not escaped my attention that this prophecy was given just as I was dismissing Professor Trelawney from her interview after a memorably bad performance on her part. It is quite possible that, in her desperation for a job, she faked the prophecy. It has been done before, after all. I was forced to act on it, however, as if it were real."

"Why?" asked Harry.

"A spy of Voldemort, on business for his lord, overheard the first half of the prophecy. The part that identifies the one with the power to vanquish the 'Dark Lord.' He was discovered and failed to hear the remainder of the prophecy, and in the confusion, I was unable to apprehend him before he left to return to his master. The spy relayed what he had heard to Voldemort. Believing the prophecy to be real, he acted on it. Thus, I am forced to act as if the prophecy is real, even though there is evidence that it is not."

"What evidence?" asked Toma.

"Professor Trelawney clearly remembered the incident where the spy was found and ejected from where he was eavesdropping," Dumbledore explained. "Seers do not remember what happens when they are giving a prophecy, so if it were a true prophecy, she should have had no knowledge of a disturbance in the middle of her telling it. Nonetheless, it is now a moot point. Believing the prophecy to be real, Voldemort has, in essence, given it the legitimacy that it previously lacked. Or, at least, the part that he knows. The part he does not know, where it is detailed that it is you, and only you, that has the power to defeat him is likely false."

"That means anyone can actually defeat him," said Harry.

"If the prophecy is false," corrected Dumbledore. "This is the maddening part of prophecies. Even this one, which should have no legitimacy at all, is given power by Voldemort's belief in it. As he takes it seriously, we must as well. That was why I urged your parents to go into hiding. Alas, they were betrayed by one they thought was their best friend. Voldemort found you, and killed your parents, and tried to kill you too."

Harry paled at this part of the story.

"How did he fail?" he asked.

"I am not sure," answered Dumbledore. "The best guess I can come up with is that your mother, who was very clever with charms, was able to craft a protection charm that was able to save you. There is a very real possibility that it wasn't actually a charm, though, but a rune."

"A rune?" asked Toma.

"A symbol, usually etched into stone, that contains magical power. The carving, once charged, provides the magic. The symbol itself directs the magic to achieve the carver's conditions and intended goals. While I am not certain what rune she may have used, or even if it was a rune, I do note that the lightning bolt is often used in runic languages to describe a powerful protection."

"So you think my mother carved this into my head?" asked an incredulous Harry, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

"I should think not," Dumbledore answered. "It would likely have been drawn, not carved. If it is a rune-based marking, at least. I believe the killing curse, reacting with the protection rune, caused the damage that formed your scar. The killing curse generally does not inflict any physical damage at all, I should add. Proof yet again that something more must have been going on."

Dumbledore rose from his seat and began to pace.

"Regardless of whether the prophecy is real or fake, we must protect it. Voldemort must never learn of the half he remains unaware of. He may very well try to get it out of you, I'm afraid. He is a master of the mind arts, after all." He frowned as he considered how much he had revealed in this discussion.

"I have been rather remarkably free with my dispensing of information tonight, I'm afraid," he said. "You see, it is not that I believe myself infallible that I have shared this with no one thus far. If Voldemort ever learned of it, he would be far more brazen and deadly than he ever was before."

"And far more likely to make mistakes," added Toma.

"Yes," conceded Dumbledore, "That is true. However, he is well versed in the dark arts, and a Voldemort, returned to his body and genuinely believing himself to be truly immortal would be nearly unstoppable. I am aware of my own limitations, and I would be no match for him. Oh, I would provide quite the show, no doubt, and if tales were told of that battle, I'm sure I would be well represented in them. I would, however, lose to Voldemort in the end. At his greatest strength and believing himself to be unkillable, he would be a truly deadly force. Someone might eventually stop him, and if the magical community ever stood as one in defiance of him, he would stand no chance at all, but that is unlikely. The magical population is, by their very nature, followers. They are unlikely to unite in the face of danger."

"Well, Harry and I will be returning to Coruscant for the summer, so this is something we can table until we return," Toma said. "Unless you believe that Voldemort can travel across the galaxy now,."

"No," said Dumbledore, "I believe that would actually be the best place to keep away from him."

Harry was sitting on a rock on the courtyard. Surrounding him was Hermione, Neville, Daphne, and Ron.

"So, Harry," said Daphne, "what are your plans for the summer?" She was physically healed from the choking she had received at the hands of the Voldemort possessed Filch, and would be undergoing mind healer treatments throughout to summer to help her come to terms with the emotional impacts of it.

"Master Kendet and I are returning to Coruscant for the summer," Harry replied. Hermione looked quite sad at that until Harry gave her a hug. "Don't worry, Hermione," he comforted her. "I have a holocube for you. We're leaving a relay station on the moon, and that cube will allow you to contact me. I may not be able to answer right away, but we can leave messages back and forth."

Ron looked a bit green at the thought of where Harry was going, and how he was told Harry would be getting there.

"Are you really going to leave in a spaceship?" Ron asked.

"Yes," answered Harry. "Our fighters should be arriving any minute now, actually. We'll fly them to the rendezvous point where we'll meet a republic cruiser which will take us the rest of the way to Coruscant."

"And good riddance, too!" said a snooty voice. Draco Malfoy and his goons had arrived to leave a parting shot. Draco had been forced to back off by his father all year, and that was something that had really bothered him. He felt like there was a bone stuck in his throat every time he saw that weird Jedi, and could not resist one final verbal parting shot before Potter left for the summer. "Why don't you do us all a favour and stay up there, Scarhead!"

Harry wanted to respond, but he had learned to be calm in the face of adversaries far more potent than the Malfoy scion. He gave one, rather bored look at Malfoy, then turned back to his friends and resumed their conversation as if Malfoy wasn't there.

"It will take us most of a day's flight to get to the rendezvous point, and then we'll spend the rest of the flight in hyperspace," he said to Ron. Malfoy's face reddened at being ignored.

"Which star is it?" asked Hermione.

"You can't see it from here," answered Harry. "It's far, far away. It will take us two weeks of travel to get there, and another two weeks to get back."

"That's half your summer in travel, right there!" exclaimed Neville.

"Can't be helped," said Harry. "With Master Amani and Master Yoda having already left, I imagine the month I'll have on Coruscant will be filled with training anyway."

"Well," interrupted Malfoy, "that's just stupid, isn't it. Your entire summer wasted. I'll be taking it easy this summer." He turned to Hermione. "Bet you'll just have your nose in a book," he said in a scathing tone. He turned to Ron. "And you'll spend it in poverty!" he spat. Ron, always quick to action, abandoned all decorum and leapt onto Draco, dragging him to the ground. A fistfight ensued, which was broken up by Professor Snape, who happened to be walking by at the moment. Snape admonished both boys for fighting and left with a bleeding Draco Malfoy to go to the hospital wing. Ron, who had a few minor scrapes but no other injuries, stayed with his friends.

"You shouldn't have reacted," Hermione said to Ron, as she helped mend his torn shirt with a binding charm. "Fighting only shows him that what he said about you matters."

"It wasn't what he said about me that made me jump on him," Ron told Hermione. "You're really the first friend I've ever had. You were the one who helped me this year. I don't want him insulting you."

Hermione smiled and gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Ron," she said. "It's good to have you as a friend, too."

Everyone looked up to the sound of the Jedi Fighters arriving.

"I'll miss you," Hermione said.

"I'll miss you, too," Harry answered. They hugged again, as Toma emerged from the massive front doors. The ships landed, and the engines wound down to a quiet hum. After being thoroughly told off by R8 for leaving him on a dusty moon all year, Harry smiled and waved at Hermione.

"Bye, Harry!" she called over the whine of the fighter engines, which were idling.

"I'll see you in two months," he said, then waved at Neville, Daphne, and Ron. He climbed into the cockpit and began going through the pre-launch checklist. As the astromech droid had already checked all systems to fly the ship from the moon back to Earth, this was really just a delay to have one last look at Hogwarts and his friends. Toma allowed him that moment, then called over the radio for them to lift off.

Hermione watched as the two jet fighter looking spaceships rose off the ground, raised their landing gear, and began forward flight. Her dress swirled around her legs in the wind the engines provided. The whine of the engines increased in volume and pitch as the Jedi increased power, raised the fighter's noses to the sky, and rocketed out of sight.

To Be Continued in Episode II