A/N- All right, sequel! Here it is!
Disclaimer- I don't own it. Star Wars belongs to Lucas, and Harry Potter belongs to Rowling. This applies to all chapters.
He could not believe that he was stuck in this agreement. It was outrageous! To think that he, Lord Voldemort, would be stuck serving this brat of a so-called Dark Lord. To think that he would be serving anybody was crazy!
Yet here he was, walking up that dark corridor in the castle that Abdul Palpatine owned on the planet known as Bespin, on his way to speak with the young son of the former Emperor.
The Emperor. They had failed to resurrect him because a Potter had interfered. Well, now that same troublesome Potter and this bothersome brat-Sith Lord may be beneficial to him. If his source had been correct, of which he had no doubt. Bellatrix Lestrange never brought her Dark Lord any false information.
Voldemort knocked once on the Throne Room's door, then, without invitation, allowed himself in. Abdul was perched in the throne at the top of the long staircase. Voldemort climbed them, but made no formal move of introduction.
"I have news, Abdul," Voldemort said, a grin lighting his grim, snake-like features.
Abdul arched his eyebrows.
"Were you allowed in, my colleague?" he asked, in a mock airy voice.
Voldemort smirked. "I'd like to think so. Now, are you interested in my news? I think you should be."
"Really? Well, if it has anything to do with this Potter character, or Skywalker, I don't want to hear it. They've caused me enough trouble as it is."
"Ah, but it involves you also, Lord. Please, allow me to explain."
"Me? What is it that could involve me as well?
"Well, you see, there's been a prophecy…"
Luke rolled to one side to avoid the stranger's projectiles, which were just as equally weird. This man was hooded and small. He had no talent for the Force, so he wasn't the new Palpatine's Sith apprentice. His projectiles appeared to be…thorns, like those off a plant…a very large plant. The thorns were too large for a human to wrap a hand around. Luke raised his blaster and signaled to his father, Anakin Skywalker. Luke fired, then ducked and rolled toward his father as Anakin covered him.
Luke came to a stop at his father's side.
"What does this maniac hope to achieve?" Anakin asked.
Luke raised his blaster to blow a thorn to smithereens.
"I don't know. What does a crazy plant-man want with food cargo anyway?"
Luke glanced over his shoulder to see crates and crates of restaurant supplies behind him. He shook his head.
"Didn't I just ask a similar question, son?"
Luke smiled. "Wasn't clear enough. Look, I'm going to try for the exit…to get someone with some major sedatives in here. Cover me."
Luke fired again, then rolled. However, he just wasn't quick enough. One of the large thorns caught the young Jedi in his back. He slammed face first into a crate.
"Luke!" Anakin called though his breathing mask.
The cloaked man stopped his incessant thorn throwing. He laughed. Then, he turned and ran to the exit. Anakin knelt beside his son.
"Luke? Luke, are you all right?" he asked, grabbing on of Luke's shoulders.
He flipped his boy onto his back and was shocked by the sight before him. Luke was drenched in sweat. It was as if a fever he had been battling for weeks had finally broke. It didn't seem as though he could focus on any one thing.
"Hang on, Luke. I'm going to call for help," Anakin said, pulling out the mini-hologram communicator.
He dialed in the access number to his daughter's, Leia's, communicator. However, it was his son-in-law, Han, that answered.
"Han, Luke's hurt. He was hit by a huge thorn. It must've been poisoned. I need a medi-droid here, pronto," Anakin explained.
"Huge thorn, huh? Did it look like this? Please tell me that it didn't," Han said, pulling up the exact image of the thorn that hit Luke.
"Han…it looked like that..."
Han sighed. "Well, I've been hearing of this place…on one of the lower levels of Coruscant. It's new, and apparently it deals in rare stuff like this. Here, I'll send the coordinates. Get him there fast," he said, and then his image vanished.
Anakin hoisted his son up on his shoulder and began to make his way to his landspeeder.
A bell rang somewhere in the distance of the small, cottage-like shop. Luke was panting now.
"Hold on," Anakin said.
He scanned the shop. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of plant-like things, odd-shaped bottles with no liquid in them, and odd-shaped bottles with liquid in them lined every wall and then some in this store. Over at the opposite end of the shop was a staircase, apparently leading to the owner's sleeping quarters. And nearer to him was a counter top. Anakin approached it and yelled, "Hello! I need help now!"
"Coming," replied a sweet, young girl's voice.
When the young woman appeared in front of Anakin, his eyes widened, even though no one could see it through his breathing mask.
End Notes: Alright, the sequel. Now, I'm probably not going to post on the next chapter any time soon, but I will pick this up later. Okay, please R & R! Thanks!