Title: The Emperor of Slytherin

Author: Smenzer

Email: PG

Pairing: None

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Teaser: There is a new student at Hogwarts and it's Emperor Palpatine! Will Draco be able to keep Slytherin House under his control with the Master Sith Around? Will Palpy be able to ride a broom or brew a potion? Will Snape call him Master?

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Harry Potter characters belong to Warner Bros, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. Emperor Palpatine belongs to George Lucas and Fox. This is just for fun. No money is being made.

Note: This story has a little science fiction in it since it's a crossover with Star Wars (mainly at the beginning – most of the story will take place at Hogwarts). For SW fans, it takes place around the same time frame as ROTJ. For HP fans, it's Harry's third year (TPOA). And yes, it's probably AU since Palpatine never attended Hogwarts! You are not required to know who Palpatine is in order to enjoy this story (the first chapter explains who he is).


Emperor Palpatine rested in his black swivel throne chair, his pale bony hands resting on the arm rests. Numerous blinking buttons were within easy reach of his fingers on the chair's armrests. With a flick of a finger, his every whim would be satisfied, for he was Emperor of an entire galaxy and thousands of worlds. He owned a huge fleet of Star Destroyers; immense spaceships so large and powerful that worlds didn't stand a chance against them. When a trio of Star Destroyers surrounded a world that wasn't cooperating with the Empire, the world either gave in to the Emperor's demands or suffered hideous damage. If the world chooses damage, most likely the planet no longer could easily support life. He had his Stormtroopers: soldiers in black and white armor that came in the millions. They used blaster rifles, drove ATATS, Speederbikes and used other weapons of destruction. And last but not least, his loyal followers were busy building him a new Death Star; a man-made moon so powerful it could blow up an entire planet.

But this wasn't ALL that Palpatine was.

He's also the Sith Master and Master of the Dark Side. In other words, he's a dark, foul wizard. Palpatine is all that Voldemort hopes to become someday.

Palpatine meditated, his eyes closed as visions of the past, present and future danced before his closed eyelids. The visions were so clear that he could almost reach out and grasp them with his bony, gnawed hands. For several days now one vision in particular had caught his attention. It showed a huge castle with towers, of young students in black robes and people using the Force. Yet, he sensed these people were not training to be Jedi: his hated enemy. He saw no green or blue bladed lightsabers. Instead, the children seemed to wield pointed sticks. With rapt fascination, he watched as the sticks allowed them to do wondrous things with their Force powers. He watched as they flew on brooms through the air; something even the cursed, peace-loving Jedi couldn't do. Finally he saw an image of an old man with a long white beard and knowing eyes. Somehow he knew the man's name was Albus Dummbledore and that he was the Headmaster of the school.

"I will attend this school and I will become even more powerful!" Palpatine cackled evilly as he slowly climbed to his feet. Palpatine was not a young man. Although he was in his eighties, using the Dark Side had aged him so much that he could have easily passed for one hundred and sixty! Some even whispered he had the appearance of a corpse. His skin appeared to be rotten, deep grooves marred his forehead and numerous deep circles marked the sagging skin under his eyes. And his eyes were no doubt the most frightening feature on his decayed face. They were deep red, the red color actually leaked to the skin surrounding his eyes. Make no mistake; those eyes were not red from being bloodshot but from being totally evil. A dark, dank and cold presence surrounded him everywhere he went and it infused his private rooms. Slowly Palpatine climbed down the stairs that led to his throne, his black Jedi-like robes silently brushing the marble floor. He entered the lift, his private Imperial Guards dressed in blood red joining him. Within moments he was whisked to his private quarters and immediately went to his desk. There he began to write a letter.

Dear Headmaster Dummbledore,

I have become aware of your school and would like to attend. I am already skilled in using the Force (what you call magic) but I would like to further my education. As I understand, you accept both Good and Evil students.

A generous donation of several million credits (payable any way you wish) will be made to your school if I'm allowed to attend.

If on the other hand I'm NOT allowed to attend, please be aware the Empire will be shortly taking over your pitiful little planet and all Force-users will be incarcerated and quarantined. I have done this before and the planet in question is still in quarantine. Obey my wishes and all shall go well for your school and students.

I wish no special treatment; just the opportunity to learn.

Sincerely yours,

Emperor Palpatine, Sith Master

Palpatine's Palace, Coruscant

Sometime later Dummbledore received the letter and considered the matter. Then it was decided.

Hogwarts Express:

Harry Potter had just settled down in one of the train compartments with Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley. A fourth person was already in the compartment when they had entered it. An adult man dozed with his head against the window, a bottle of water nearby. Soon the train started moving. Harry glanced at the sleeping man. "Do you think he's really sleeping?"

"It looks like he is. Why?" Hermoine asked. She had Crookshanks on her lap and she gently smoothed his rumpled fur.

"Because I have something to tell you." Harry said as he slid the compartment door closed.

The door had just closed when Neville Longbottom appeared in a panic. He wrapped on the glass door rapidly as he fearfully glanced down the long corridor of the train. The boy's eyes were wide with fright and beads of sweat dripped off his forehead. "Open the door! Oh, you got to open up! Something terrible has happened!"

With a loud sigh, Harry slid the door open again. "What is it, Neville? What happened? We just pulled out of the station!"

"He's on the train! I saw him with my own eyes!" Neville sputtered as he clung to the open door with damp hands. "Everyone's talking about it! I … I didn't believe it at first. I mean I know people think I'm stupid but I went and looked and he was really there! So I came to tell you right away!"

"Neville, calm down!" Hermoine said as she moved over on the cushioned seat. She patted the empty space next to her. "Come and sit down. Relax."

Neville's hands moved restlessly as he glanced down the long corridor again, his eyes round. His bottom lip trembled. "I can't sit down! We … we got to get off the train!"

Harry stood up and grabbed the other boy's hands. They were cold and clammy. "Who's on the train?"

"Him. You know, V……."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked, shocked. "Is that who you mean?"

Neville nodded. "I … I saw him!"

"Neville, listen to me." Harry calmly said. "Voldemort CAN'T be on the train! He doesn't have a body; at least not that I know of. If he really were close by my scar would be hurting. And it's not. Someone is playing tricks on you."

"It didn't look like a trick…" Neville whispered. He pointed down the long train corridor. "He's down there in one of the compartments…"

"I'll go look. And you stay here with the sleeping man." Harry moved out into the hallway, Hermoine and Ron right on his heels.

"R. J. Lupin." Hermoine said. "That's his name. It's on his suitcase."

They three waited until Neville nervously sat down on the seat next to Lupin. He stared at them fearfully. "You'll come back, won't you?"

"Yes, we'll be back. I bet its Malfoy playing tricks." Harry explained as he started down the corridor. They passed compartment after compartment. They noticed that the other students seemed more hyper than normal. Voices buzzed around them and several times they caught the name You Know Who being whispered. Other compartments appeared to be locked with the students huddled against the far window.

"What if it's not Malfoy?" Ron asked nervously.

"It is. I'm sure of it." Harry replied, but inside he didn't feel so sure. Could Malfoy really upset the entire train like this? It seemed doubtful to him.

"Harry, look! In that compartment!" Hermoine pointed to the next compartment, which oddly enough was open. Inside it an elderly man with red eyes sat. Surprisingly enough, the rest of the compartment was deserted.

Ron moved right up behind Harry and fearfully peered at the old man. A cold shiver traveled down his spine as if Fred or George had just dropped a hunk of winter ice down his shirt. A few moments passed before he found the courage to speak. "I … I don't like him, Harry. He looks really creepy! Is that … Him?"

Harry stared at the old man in the dark robes. He noticed the man had met his gaze and then his gaze had moved on, uninterested. He was sure if it had been Voldemort he would have tried to kill him right away. "No, I don't think so. My scar's not even tingling."

"I … I'm sure he's just old." Hermoine finally said. "You know, like Filche. I suppose he could be a new teacher. I mean someone has to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"I wouldn't want him for a teacher! I bet he's meaner than Snape!" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermoine.

"Come on. Let's head back to our seats and tell Neville the good news." Feeling better, Harry turned around and started back down the long hallway. What could have been a real disaster turned out to be just a mistaken identity. His good mood evaporated when he came face to face with a certain blonde Slytherin. Crabbe and Goyle stood just behind him, threatening looks pasted to their plump faces.

"Went to see the corpse, did you?" Draco Malfoy sneered. "It doesn't surprise me. You always have to be in the middle of everything, don't you, Potter?"

"How rude! He's just elderly!" Hermoine protested, feeling that someone had to protect the old man. "Draco Malfoy, you'll be sorry when that so-called corpse is your teacher!"

"Teacher? That? You have to be joking, Granger!" Malfoy laughed. "He needs a hole in the ground, not papers to grade!"

Hermoine placed her hands on her hips. "Well, why else would he be on the train? He must be a new teacher!"

"At least I'm not dumb enough to think he's You Know Who!" Malfoy sneered, his upper lip curling just so. "Admit it, Potter. That's why you went down there."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry brushed past the Slytherin, sure the day couldn't get any worst. Once back at their compartment, they calmed Neville down and sent him on his way. He then proceeded to tell Hermoine and Ron about Sirius Black and the real reason the madman had escaped from Azkaban.

"Oh, Harry! That's just terrible!" Hermoine wailed, her heart going out to her friend. "But I'm sure they'll catch him."

Just then the train jarred to a sudden stop. Ron peered out the window, his face pressed against the glass. Rain splashed and tinkered loudly against the window and roof of the train. Hermoine jumped in fright when a dark shadow appeared by their compartment door but she realized it was just the old man waddling past, no doubt heading towards the bathroom at the back of the train. A moment after the old man had passed, a second shadow appeared. It had long bones for fingers and wore a tattered black robe. Hermoine screamed in fright and pressed herself against Ron. To her utter horror, the door started to slide open!

"You!" A voice called from the hallway. The voice sounded like it expected to be obeyed. "What are you doing there? Be gone I say!"

Harry watched with wide-eye fear as the black ragged thing removed its hand and disappeared from sight. A moment later the old man appeared again, hurrying after the ragged thing. A loud cackling could be heard and they were uncertain if it was the man or the thing that had made the sound. Slowly the sound faded and then all they heard was their own ragged breathing and the sound of rain.

"What … what was that thing?" Ron asked, his face pale.

"I don't know." Harry replied. "But that elderly man told it to go away and it did! Did you see that?"

"He MUST be the new teacher!" Hermoine said, her voice certain now.

Unknown to all three, the real Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher continued to slumber against the window until the train pulled to a stop in Hogsmeade.

In the Great Hall, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table next to Ron. Hermoine sat across from them. The Sorting Hat ceremony was going on, but neither of them was really paying any attention.

"Palpatine!" Professor McGonagall called loudly, a long scroll dangling from her hand.

"Look!" Neville cried as he pointed towards the teacher's table and the sorting ceremony. "It's that old man! He's a STUDENT!"

Harry whipped his head around so fast to see that a sharp pain shot through his neck. His green eyes opened so wide in shock that he feared his eyeballs would fall right out of his head. "He can't be a student!"

"But he's being sorted!" Hermoine said open-mouthed. "I can't understand it either. It makes no sense at all!"

Ron said nothing at all; just stared with his jaw hanging agape.

Palpatine walked to the stool and carefully sat down on it. Before McGonagall placed the hat on his head, the hat clearly shouted the house. "SLYTHERIN!"

At the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy moaned loudly and collapsed on top of his empty plate. The last thing he wanted was that walking corpse in his house! Crabbe and Goyle gawked open-mouthed at the creepy old man as he slowly made his way to their table. All eyes in the Great Hall were on Palpatine.

Palpatine finally reached the Slytherin Table and slowly sat on the long bench. He tried to lift his feet and tuck them under the table, but was unable to. This left him sitting at the Slytherin table but facing Gryffindor.

Goyle whispered in Malfoy's ear.

Draco picked up his head and leaned back so he could see Palpatine. Just as Goyle had whispered, the man was facing the wrong way. "How in Merlin did a oaf like that get in our house? Doesn't Dummbledore check people's age anymore? I'm going to write to my Father about this!"

There was a whispered conversation at the teacher's table and within moments Hagrid appeared with a strange black chair for the new student to sit in. The chair was added at the very end of the table where Palpatine would have room to tuck his legs under like the rest of the students. He slowly moved to the new chair and sat down, a broad grin on his decayed face.

Draco couldn't help but notice the chair was padded. And it swiveled, too!

Harry gulped and held onto his suddenly upset stomach when he noticed Palpatine's yellow and black teeth.

"Can I have your attention everyone?" Dummbledore said from the middle of the teacher's table. "I would like you to warmly welcome our new students. This year we have a special student, Emperor Palpatine. He has given the school a very generous donation in exchange for attending classes. After some consideration, we feel it's best that he attend class with the Third Years."

"Noooooo!" Draco moaned. "I don't want to attend class with … wait, did he say EMPEROR!"

Crabbe and Goyle nodded.

"He's an Emperor?" Draco snarled angrily. "That's worst than Saint Potter!"

Dummbledore's speech continued but no one was listening. The entire Great Hall was buzzing about Emperor Palpatine. Even the Dementors couldn't get the attention of the students. It was hopeless, so Dummbledore sat down and clapped his hands together. With a flash of light, the tables were covered with food.

Palpatine stared in amazement at the feast that had just appeared out of the air. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen and his crooked mind pondered how the Headmaster had done it. He slowly filled his plate with food and started to eat. He was certain Lord Vader would manage the Empire just fine in his absence. He curiously glanced at the paper containing his classes. Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts … how foolish! Anyone with half a brain knew he WAS the Dark Arts and there wasn't a defense against him! He also had specially scheduled flying lessons with Madam Hooch.

After he had eaten, Palpatine followed the other students from his table down into the dungeons to the Slytherin Common Room. He was following the others to the dormitories when a young blonde boy stepped into his path. The boy stared at him with icy gray eyes.

"Let's make something clear, old man." Draco boldly said. "The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And I'm running Slytherin House, got that? So if you know what's good for you, you better wise up or ship out."

"Yeah! Like he said!" Crabbe and Goyle chorused, making a big show of tightening their fat hands into fists.

Palpatine stared at Draco for a long minute, then busted out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco angrily demanded.

This caused Palpatine to laugh even harder. He fell over backward onto the black leather sofa, the one no one but Draco dare sit on.

"That's MY sofa, old man! Get off it!" Draco ordered furiously, his pale cheeks turning red. What right did this living corpse have to come to Hogwarts and sit on his sofa? He was really nothing but a miserly First Year, no matter what Dummbledore said. To Draco's utter horror, Palpatine laughed so hard that a piece of his facial skin actually fell off and landed on the floor! "I'm cutting you some slack since this is your first day, but you'll be sorry when my Father hears about this!"

Draco stormed to his dormitory, Crabbe and Goyle hot on his heels. He went straight to his desk. He pulled out ink, a quill and a blank roll of parchment.

Dear Father,

Dummbledore has goofed again. He is letting some walking corpse attend classes! Worst, he's in Slytherin! A big piece of skin fell off the zombie in front of my eyes. I would send it to you as proof but I don't want to touch it, even with my dragon skin gloves. You should see this student! His skin looks rotten, his eyes are red, and he has big ugly grooves in his forehead. And he's claiming to be an Emperor, too! The Headmaster put him in with the Third Years, so I have to attend all my classes with this person!

Your devoted Son,

Draco Malfoy

Draco sealed the letter and dashed off to the owlry. If he sent it right away, his father should receive it hopefully in time for breakfast. He snickered when he imagined how his father would react. He probably would come down to the school to investigate.

The next day rolled around and the sun rose over the horizon. Breakfast went OK, but then it was time for the first class of the day: Potions.

That's when the madness broke loose.

Harry glumly walked into Potions and sat down next to Ron. He nervously glanced towards Draco but for some unknown reason the blonde Slytherin was ignoring him. He felt a poke in the ribs and leaned towards Ron. "What?"

"Look!" Ron pointed.

The new student, the one claiming to be an Emperor, was sitting at the front of the class.

Snape stormed in and immediately headed towards the front. He started to take roll call.










"Your Highness…"

"What?" Snape asked, focusing his black beady eyes on the new student.

"I said you will address me as 'Your Highness'." Palpatine ordered.

"I will not!" Snape protested. He leaned forward on Palpatine's table, his black greasy hair hanging forward. "This is a classroom, Mr. Palpatine. You will be equal to the other students, is that clear?"

"Then you will address me as 'Master'". Palpatine insisted.

"Well, Potter. It seems we have finally found someone with a bigger head than yours." Snape dryly commented, and then shifted his attention back to the unruly student. "I will not call a student master. Albus Dummbledore is the master of this school and if you have a problem with that then you may take it up with him. Until then, you will be addressed as Mr. Palpatine. Is that clear?"

Palpatine nodded, a too-sweet smile on his face.

Snape finished roll call and pointed to the blackboard. "You have twenty minutes to make the potion. The ingredients are in the cabinet as always. Follow the instructions and you will succeed. The potion, when it's finished, should be lime green. You may start."

Palpatine slowly got to his feet and waddled to the cabinet. By the time he got there, all the other students were back at their tables chopping and grinding the ingredients. He gawked at the weird little bottles and containers, at the plant leaves and roots. The jar with the dead beetles especially surprised him and his face turned slightly green. He peered at the blackboard again and then carefully picked one item out at a time.

"You don't have all day, Mr. Palpatine." Snape sourly said from behind his teacher's desk. "I suggest you get a move on. I will be grading you on this."

Palpatine went back to his desk. He glanced up at the blackboard.


Palpatine reached onto his belt and pulled out a silvery-handled object. He depressed a black button and a long red beam appeared, humming.

Draco's head lifted at the odd sound that filled the classroom, his gray eyes widening at the sight of the red lightsaber.

"Mr. Palpatine! What…." Snape started to say.

Palpatine laughed evilly and swung his lightsaber at the elm root, chopping his desk right in half. The cauldron and the rest of the ingredients crashed to the floor in an ear-splitting sound of thunder.

"MR. PALPATINE!" Snape growled, furious. "You will serve detention for a week for that bad behavior! And in the future, you will use the appropriate knife to chop ingredients, not that …red thing!"

Harry was as shocked by the incident as the rest of the students. What will Palpatine do in his other classes?

To be continued…