Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the work of J. K. Rowling. Star Wars is the work of George Lucas and others.

A/N: Fifteen chapters. Same routine as usual, one a day unless something dreadful happens. If you've read my other stories and liked them you might like this one. If you read them and didn't like them... do you really hate yourself that much? Go and find something to enjoy!

Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, jumped to his feet, pulling the sentient native off the floor. He had just landed on the planet Naboo and saved the being's life by pulling him to the ground so they weren't smashed into by one of the invading Trade Federation's MTTs.

He was just about to question the native for intel on the planet when he felt a disturbance in the Force.

And then it vanished.

Then he heard a noise. Mid-pitch, steady and only wavering slightly.

Getting louder.

Then he realised it was coming from above.

Too late.

A large object landed with such force that it threw him back a foot or so.

Qui-Gon quickly recovered and looked at the sight before him in horror and confusion.

There was a human boy dressed in dark clothes. It was lying, groaning on top of the remains of the native he had just rescued.

He moved forward, his lightsaber snapping to his hand but not igniting.

Then he paused.

He couldn't sense the boy. He was invisible to him in the Force.

He gripped his weapon tighter and moved more cautiously.

"Can you hear me?" He asked without touching the boy.

"Sirius?" The boy groaned. "What happened?"

"You landed from very high up and killed a Gungan." Qui-Gon said emotionlessly.

"What's a Gungan?" There was a second's pause before the boy opened his eyes wide and stared at him. "You're not Sirius."

"I am very serious." Qui-Gon assured him. "That being was innocent and no threat to you but he died when you crushed him."

The boy looked at him as though weighing him. "I was following a man named Sirius Black. We fell through some sort of veil. He's my godfather." The boy calmly stated. "Now, who are you, where am I, where is Sirius and what the hell is a Gungan?"

Responding in the same calm manner… "I am Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. You are on the planet of Naboo. I do not know this 'Sirius Black'. A Gungan is a native of this planet and you are sitting on his corpse."

The pair simply stared at each other.

Eventually the boy slowly looked down. Clearly noticed the dead and now awkwardly posed body. Shuddered. And leapt to his feet. "What is wrong with you?!" He demanded. "You don't just let someone sit on a dead body and not tell them! Don't you have any respect?"

Qui-Gon was having a bit of a difficult time dealing with this boy. Not because he appeared from nowhere and killed someone without seeming to mean to. No, it was because he couldn't sense the boy. Like most Jedi, Qui-Gon was taken in by the Jedi Order as a baby. Since he could remember, he had felt the Force. He felt it in himself, his surroundings and the people he met. Even droids and holograms had some resonance in the Force.

But this boy simply didn't exist. Like some type of illusion.

It made it difficult for him to relate to the boy.

"Do you have a name?" Start with the basics, eventually the Living Force would guide him.

"Harry. Harry Potter." The boy stated as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. "Planet Naboo?"

"That is correct."

"Not planet Earth?"

"I do not recall a planet with that name." Qui-Gon said slowly.

"And there was no black-haired man here when I arrived?"

"Just myself and the Gungan."

"Probably no point asking you the date." Harry muttered to himself.

"968 Post Ruusan Reformation."

"Like I said: No point asking you the date." Harry grumbled.

Harry looked around, desperately searching for anything that would tell him what to do.


Qui-Gon turned at the sound of his Padawan's voice. The young man was running up at speeds only possible with the Force. "Obi-Wan, good. You are safe."

"It was not hard to slip past the droid army." Obi-Wan assured him. Then he saw the boy and dead body. "Is he a native?" He whispered.

"I confess that I do not know what he is." Qui-Gon admitted. Obi-Wan was surprised to hear the frustration in his Master's voice. "Padawan, reach out, what does the Force tell you of the boy?" He instructed.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed in concentration for a few moments.

Harry was currently trying to figure out what spells he could use to find Sirius. He tried a summoning charm and a Point Me. All that told him was Sirius wasn't in range and that Harry was facing North.

Then he felt something poke him.

"Gah!" He jumped back as he came face to face with a young man, maybe a few years older than him.

"Are you real?" The man asked.

"Yes! You just poked me!" Harry said indignantly.

Obi-Wan blushed slightly as he realised what he had done. "My apologies. I was confused as I cannot sense you in the Force."

Harry did not look impressed. "You just poked me. I think there was a bit of force involved."

Obi-Wan had to think about that for a second and was about to correct the new-comer, but Qui-Gon interrupted.

"We need to move, Padawan. We need to find the Queen and discover more of what is behind this occupation."

"Hey! Could you at least point me in the direction of some civilisation?" Harry said a little heatedly. So far he had lost his godfather, been accused of murder and then been poked.

Pretty much par for the course as far his year had been going.

"I would appreciate it greatly if you would accompany us." Qui-Gon said firmly, but still respectfully.


"My Padawan and I are on a mission from the Jedi Council. We were sent to investigate and facilitate negotiations. Since we were attacked we are now investigating the truth behind the invasion of this planet."


"Not quite yet. I do believe it would benefit you to accompany us as you are clearly lost and confused. The Jedi Council may be able to help you find this 'Sirius' you seek."

Unfortunately for Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan was looking at his Master as though he had hit his head a bit too hard. Maybe he had inhaled too much of that poison.

"Uh huh. And the rest of the reason?" Harry smirked as he nodded to Obi-Wan.

There was a hint of exasperation as Qui-Gon saw Obi-Wan flush slightly.

"You are… unusual. We cannot sense you in the Force. We would like to take you before the Council to see if they are aware of your condition."

Harry backed up a step and scowled. "Like a trial? Because I landed on him?" He pointed at the dead body.

Qui-Gon shook his head firmly. "No. Although I have no way to prove it, I do not believe you intended to kill the Gungan. I simply wish to see if the Council is familiar with someone like yourself."

Harry was torn. He needed to find Sirius, he assumed he landed nearby. Of course, he had also assumed he was still on Earth.

"Fine. I'll come."

It was a six-hour hike to the capital city. Harry spent an hour of that time being lectured by Obi-Wan that there was no such thing as magic.

Qui-Gon seemed to find that amusing.

The remaining five hours were spent in silence thanks to a silencing charm from Harry.

Obi-Wan was panicking at first, but eventually he settled into peeved.

As they approached the outskirts of the city, Qui-Gon requested that Harry let his Padawan speak again. Obi-Wan had to settle for glaring at Harry still as Qui-Gon had him silenced with nothing but a look.

Harry was impressed.

As they moved through the city, Qui-Gon quietly explained to Harry that the city was called 'Theed' and that they were going to try and find and, if necessary, rescue the planetary leader; Queen Amidala.

What followed was a stealthy infiltration of the palace, pausing to take note of orders being passed around the invaders and-

"Robots? These invaders are robots?" Harry hissed.


Harry and Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan such a dry look that the Padawan actually took a swig from his flask.

"We call them droids." Qui-Gon answered Harry. "They work for organic masters; The Trade Federation."

"Do they run on electricity?"

Clearly Qui-Gon had no idea what Harry was talking about.

"Never mind, let's just move on. Oh, are the… erm… 'droids' all connected to each other?"

"They are not a hive mind if that is what you are asking. But they all have communicators."

"Cool, so knock 'em down and unless they can use the radio no one will know."


Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan a disappointed look. "Communicators."

Harry's presence seemed to have rattled his Padawan. Of course, it was probably more the boy's lack of presence in the force.

They were about to move on-

"Hey, are the 'communicators' built inside the 'droids' or do they carry them like we would?" Harry purposefully enunciated the terms as he looked at Obi-Wan.


"Oh… never mind, I see them. Shall we?" Harry asked as he pulled his wand.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan followed Harry's gaze to where a group of eclectically dressed individuals were being marched through the courtyard by robots.

Or droids.

There were eight of these droids and they were all on the edges of the group with their guns in their hands.

Starting with the back of the group, Harry quickly cast silencing charms on each of the droids. "All yours, I guess."

Harry was not entirely impressed when the two men jumped out with glowing swords and started hacking the droids to bits.

Still, in less than ten seconds the pair had eliminated the droids to scrap.

Harry moved out of hiding. "Didn't you say something about 'stealth'?" He asked Qui-Gon sarcastically as he moved towards one of the more intact droids.

Aside from another 'Obi-Glare', Harry was ignored. Qui-Gon was instantly mobbed by the former prisoners demanding to know what was going on and what the Republic and the Jedi were doing to help them.

"Hey! Obi." Harry called out.

"It is 'Obi-Wan'." Said 'Obi' growled as he approached.

"Uh-huh. Can we get this radio off and working?" He tapped the two long antennae sticking up out of the torso's shoulders.

"Why? It doesn't make sense to encumber ourselves."

"No, but it does make sense to spy on the enemy so we can avoid them." Harry was acutely remembering the battle in the Ministry only hours previous.

Well, hours for him.

"That's good thinking, boy." A tall black man in uniform said as he approached and picked up the dead droid's weapon. He hooked it on his back and then heaved the droid onto its front and started prying apart the chassis. "Good to see the Jedi are turning out practical thinkers."

"He's not-"

"What's a Jedi?" Harry interrupted Obi-Wan's indignant protest.

Obi-Wan looked insulted and the man was confused.

Fortunately for Harry, Obi-Wan was called over by Qui-Gon. The man just continued with his work.

The man was apparently called 'Captain Panaka'. He was in charge of the Queen's security detail. The plan was to covertly make their way to the Royal Space Hangers and flee the planet to seek aid from the inter-planetary government.

Harry had a major issue with the Queen. She was dressed in all back with a huge feathered headdress and a painted white face.

"You have got to change." Harry frowned. "If we come across any enemies they will take one look at us and know who the Queen is."

"Her Majesty will be perfectly safe." Panaka firmly stated.

Harry looked at Panaka. He could see the man was not going to budge. It was like Dumbledore always going on about trusting Snape.

Harry growled and started digging in his pocket. "Would you please put this on?" He held up his Cloak of Invisibility.

The Queen looked amused. "I do not believe that will help me blend in."

Harry glared at her as he swung the cloak around his shoulders and vanished from sight.

Guns were immediately pointed in his direction.


"I know Obi-Wan, calm yourself. Harry, are you still there?"

"I'm somewhere." Harry's voice came from the back of the group and they all turned. "Of course, you'd never find me." They turned inwards as the voice came from the middle of the group.

Harry pulled back the hood and smirked at the Queen. "Blend in or disappear, your choice."

"It is a good plan, Your Majesty." One of the women in red robes said earnestly. She was one of five, Harry kept missing one and thinking there were four, their robes were a mix of red and orange and made them blend with each other easily. He wondered if that was on purpose.

The Queen frowned, looking down in thought. A few seconds later she looked at Harry. "Will your robe cover two people?"

"Sure. I've had three under here before. We were a lot smaller back then though."

She looked to Captain Panaka with an expression that brooked no argument. "I will use the robe and take Padme with me."

"I live to serve, Your Majesty." The same woman in red said as she stepped forward.

Panaka sighed but nodded.

Harry swung the cloak off his shoulders. "Just for reference, but it's a cloak, not a robe." He said with a blush. "Please be careful with it. It's all I have left of my family."

The Queen and Padme both tensed slightly. The Queen inclined her head. "We will endeavour to ensure its safe return, sir."

"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself. "If you two will stand together I will cast a charm that will make you completely silent. Even your footsteps won't be heard. It will last until I remove it."

"Charm?" Panaka stepped forwardly suspiciously.

"If it is what he used on me then it is utterly harmless but… under the right circumstances, it is more potent than hiding with the Force." Obi-Wan clearly didn't enjoy backing Harry's 'magic'.

"We must move quickly." Qui-Gon interrupted. "Harry has shown great skill with his magic. I trust him in this matter. However, there may be a better use for his cloak." He then turned to Harry. "Are you capable of combat?"

Harry swallowed, memories of the recent debacle at the Ministry still fresh. "Yeah… yeah, I can fight. I don't know if I can win though."

"Our departure would be expedited if you could scout ahead and disable any major hindrances."

"Erm… like what?"

"Sentry guns, surveillance-"

"I have no idea what they look like or how they work."

"I will go with him." Padme said as she stepped forward, ignoring the look from the Queen.

"No. Absolutely not." Panaka put his foot down. "I will go."

Most of the group looked between Harry and the Captain with amusement.

"Seriously, just take the Cloak." Harry half pleaded with the Queen. His respect for the man had gone down a notch when the near six-foot man suggested going under a cloak with a five-foot-five boy.

The Queen stepped forward and put an arm around Padme's waist. "We will follow Harry Potter's plan."

The group moved forward, there was a gap behind the four remaining women in red, who Harry learned were the Queen's Handmaidens. In that gap was the Queen and Padme. Padme had a firm grip on the robes of the handmaiden closest and gave the occasional tug to let her know they were still there.

After the first patrol they came across, Harry got fed up with the noisy lightsabres against metal droids. He stopped the group before they attacked the second patrol, cast whispered silencers at the five droids and then whispered cutting curses at their heads.

Needless to say the group was impressed.

Then they reached the hanger.

All the workers were in a small group on their knees guarded by eight droids. Five droids were guarding the ramp leading into the Queen's personal ship. A really shiny and smooth vessel.

It was big, but not as big as a 747 jet.

The group paused outside the doors to the hanger.

"I can silence them, but they will notice when they start losing their heads." Harry sighed.

At this point the Queen pulled back the hood of the cloak, revealing only her head. It took the group a moment to come to terms with the floating head.

"Perhaps now would be a good time for Harry to take his cloak and investigate." She said.

Harry's task was to sneak into the hanger, silence all the droids and then return.

So that's what he did.

"There are ten more robots against the wall." He reported back.

"We can deal with the droids." Qui-Gon assured him. "Your Majesty, if you would please conceal yourselves again, it will make the next step much simpler."

Harry handed over the Cloak and the Queen and Padme once again vanished.

He then turned to Panaka. "Give me your cap. I'll try something for a distraction."

Considering all the other amazing things they had seen the boy do, the Queen's head of security complied.

They watched as Harry placed the cap on the floor and pointed his wooden stick at it with a look of intense concentration.

They gasped as the head piece slowly morphed into a living, breathing, four-legged, black furred, three-foot-tall creature.

"What is that?" Obi-Wan as in awe.

"A hat transfigured into a dog." Harry said with a sad smile as he knelt down and ruffled its fur. The dog nuzzled him happily. "I've never done something like that before. I did it without an incantation based on something I witnessed hours ago."

He was quite proud of himself, despite the sadness and worry the dog brought up as it resembled a smaller Padfoot.

Harry took a breath and stood up. "The dog will go in and cause a distraction and then return to protect the Queen. The rest is up to you."

Panaka nodded. "Let's go then."

The distraction was perfect. The transfigured dog ran barking into the room happily. It twisted through the legs of the droids and then passed them to the hanger exit.

The group moved in, blasters firing.

The group by the ship were easily mowed down as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon moved to the ones guarding the prisoners.

But then it nearly all went to hell.

The droids that were hidden started to move out. Harry drew his wand.



Everything froze.

Except the bits of droid that rained down.

And Harry, who cast cutting curses at the stunned droids guarding the prisoners. He never noticed the looks of horror and awe he was getting from his fellow escapists.

"What are you waiting for?" He demanded of the stunned hanger workers. "Grab a gun!"

He then marched back to the group, still not realising the looks they gave him. "Shouldn't we be leaving?" He asked curiously.

That shook them and they were soon on board and hurtling up out of the atmosphere.

The flight from the planet was not quite as smooth as it was onto the ship. They were fired at by the large blockade and only escaped because one of the little robots had managed to fix the ship from the outside. They had lost a few others in the process.

Harry was a bit melancholy as he found a place to sit and rest. It was a room filled with tools and boxes, but no people. It was a great place to think.

And he had a lot to think about. Sirius was missing. Harry was stranded on a planet that was not Earth and had no idea how to get back or even which direction to look in.

He had also landed in the middle of a war.

He hoped his friends were ok back in England. Had they escaped the Death Eaters? Was the Ministry going to prosecute them or would they finally see that Malfoy and the rest were truly evil?

Harry was broken from his thoughts by the sound of whistles and beeps.

"Oh, I am sorry."

Harry looked up and saw the Queen's Handmaiden at the door with one of the droids. "Sorry, I just wanted to find somewhere to rest and think. I can get out of your way."

"No! Please." She said quickly. "I am just here to try and clean and fix R2-D2." She gestured to the droid.

Harry kept to himself that it looked like a dustbin on wheels. It currently looked as dirty as one. "Pad- erm… Padma?"

The girl smiled. "Padme."

"Ah, sorry, I just know a girl named Padma. I'm Harry."

"Of course." She laughed. "The Queen was asking after you earlier. You are a Hero of Naboo."

She saw Harry's expression drop. "I am sorry, it is not meant to be offensive." She said quickly.

"No- No. It's not that." Harry grimaced. "I've been called a hero for most of my life. Mainly because of something that happened when I was a baby. But, recently, the people who called me a hero have been… less than nice."

Padme frowned as she began puttering around, looking for cleaning supplies.

Harry smiled at R2-D2 as it gave a low whine and gently bumped into his outstretched leg.

"Her Majesty will not allow you to be treated badly." Padme said firmly. "And once the rest of our people hear what you've done, they won't either."

"People probably thought the same thing back home." Harry gave a her a sad smile. "I'm supposed to have saved their lives, their children… but they still sent people to torture me."

"That's horrible! Is that why you came to Naboo?"

"Ah… I didn't voluntarily come to Naboo… or leave my home planet. I have no idea how I wound up there. I was following my godfather, but he didn't seem to be where I appeared.

"I only came to the palace because Qui-Gon promised to help me look for Sirius if he could take me before this 'Jedi Council'."

"The Jedi are guardians of the galaxy." Padme nodded as she started wiping R2 down. "That is why they came to Naboo."

Harry had a look of disgust at the completely ruined rag that Padme pulled away from R2. "Do you have any machines in here, like R2-D2, something small but not important?"

She frowned and moved to a shelf. After a few seconds, she returned with small device that fit in her hand. She handed it to Harry and returned to her work.

"There must have been some reason for them to turn on you." She half enquired as she scrubbed.

"Because of what happened when I was a baby, they had thirteen years of peace. I told them that the man who caused the trouble was back. The leader of our people went into denial. It didn't help that the right-hand man of the troublemaker was rich and bribing the Minister.

"The government sent people to torture and kill me, but they ignored the killings of citizens and the mass breakout from prison where the most evil minions were held."

"That's disgusting." Padme began scrubbing harder. "Her Majesty would never let something like that happen to you."

"Yeah." Harry sighed. "Of course, you're assuming she'd have a choice."

"She'd still try. She-" Padme gasped and scurried back as all the dirt and grime on R2-D2's metal shell began to flow away into nothing. She looked up to see Harry standing there with his little stick held against the droid's top. "Amazing!"

Harry gave a little chuckle. "No, making that dog was amazing. This was fairly simple. I just needed to make sure my magic wasn't going to hurt the little guy."

R2 gave a few upbeat beeps, his 'head' spinning around.

"Well he's happy." Padme laughed. "You've just saved me hours of work."

"Hold out your hands." He instructed.

Seconds later, Padme was inspecting her perfectly grease free fingers. "I wonder…"


"You can clean things and create things, could you repair them?"

Harry frowned and pulled off his glasses. "I guess… it depends on what it is." He said as he replaced his eyewear.

"The ship's hyperdrive is damaged. We are heading for a planet to try and get a replacement, but until then we are stuck in this sector of space."

Harry grimaced. "I was taking a risk by cleaning R2-D2, here. I would prefer something equivalent to experiment on, at the very least I would want to be on the ground."

Harry was soon left alone as Padme no longer had to scrub R2 clean. Of course, R2 was still with him, but he wasn't sure if droids counted as people. R2-D2 was definitely intelligent.

Unfortunately, R2 didn't speak English and Harry didn't speak… R2.

Still, R2 could understand him and they had worked out a series of whistles for 'yes' or 'no' and 'maybe'.

It was an hour later that Padme returned. Only this time she was not dressed in her red and orange gown. She was wearing heavy boots, with baggy trousers tucked into them and a blue top. Her hair was plaited and tied up in a bun on the back of her head but had strands fall loose down her back.

"Is something wrong?"

Harry realised he had been staring at her hair. "I… your hair… how long is it?"

She giggled. "Quite long." Then she became serious. "Harry, we are about to land on the planet Tatooine. It is not a friendly place. The Queen has asked me to accompany the Jedi as they try and find replacement parts for the hyperdrive. Would you be willing to come as well?"


"Your magic is powerful, Harry." She knelt down next to him where he was seated on the floor, his legs extended and back against the wall. "The Queen has asked that you come with me in case there is trouble."

"You know, I'm only fifteen." Harry grimaced.

"I am fourteen."

Harry looked at her grumpily before struggling to his feet. "The last person who tried to talk me into something like this wound up having me lead a child army."

"Then at least we know you have the experience." She smirked.