Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. I'm not writing this for profit.

Author's Note: When I say in the blurb that Harry dies, what I mean is that Harry dies. He's dead. Instead, the protagonist of the story is a "Legends" canon Star Wars character whose last name should be recognizable to anyone who has ever seen any SW at all; the heroine is of course the indomitable and highly enjoyable Luna Lovegood.

Please also note the M rating. This is a fairy tale, but it does have some risque language, bouts of violence, and some implications of bad things happening to good people.

This remains one of my favorite stories. I hope you enjoy it as well.

Darth Marrs

*Edited 12/3/19

The Boy Who Fell;

Or, The Adventures of Space Witch

An HP/SW Crossover

Prologue: The Wizard Who Wept

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class, stood alone in the Little Whinging public cemetery as a cold rain fell down around him.

The service earlier that day was attended by a single person beside the chaplain and the invisible headmaster. The thin, harsh features of Petunia Dursley appeared to the nearby wizard as pensive, and perhaps even sad. However, once the too-small coffin was laid into the ground and the chaplain said his words of blessing, Petunia merely sniffed, and not in grief. "Well," she said. "Goodbye, then."

She turned and walked out of the graveyard without looking back.

Dumbledore waited until she was gone, ended his disillusionment spell, and slowly stumbled through the yard until he came to stand before the grave. The small, unadorned headstone said merely: "Harry Potter, July 31, 1980-July 31, 1985."

"Oh Harry, how I failed you," Dumbledore said with a stricken voice. He did not bother with any spells to repel the rain. Rather, he let the cold water soak through his long hair and beard. His outlandish violet robes with the moving moon and stars dulled and became still.

Every alarm in his office went off spectacularly a week prior to this dreary moment and announced without hesitation that one four year old Harry Potter was in mortal danger. The old sorcerer apparated to Little Whinging immediately and stormed through the front door of #4 Privet Drive onto a scene of horror.

Vernon Dursley stood, his porcine face red-hued, while his chubby son cowered behind him with a snicker, near the cupboard under the stairs. Dumbledore saw immediately the dark hair of James and Lily's son on the floor, with one little hand curled up by his face, unmoving. He saw the locks handing from the cupboard door.

"What have you done, you muggle fool?" Albus roared with uncharacteristic fury. Before Vernon could protest the old wizard pushed he and his son away and knelt down beside Harry. Little Harry Potter.

The boy's eyes, such a brilliant shade of green like his mother's, were open and sightless. A little yellow pool had gathered around the boy's over-large, hand-me-down pants where his bladder had relaxed. A black line ran across the back of the boy's neck.

"Little freak tried to stick his head out!" Vernon was saying to an invisible jury. "Told the boy to get back inside and he wouldn't. No one talks back to me in my own home!"

Dumbledore fell back onto his haunches and stared down at his charge: Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

The wizard slowly stood and turned to face Dursley. His power flared with his rage and grief, and the obscene muggle backed away with a whimper while his fat son started to cry.

"You have murdered this boy," Dumbledore said in a voice that cracked like thunder. "You've murdered a child I gave to you to care for and love."

"Never wanted the brat!" Dursley managed to snap out. "Should have thought of that, now shouldn't you have!"

"So should have you," Dumbledore said. If he were not of the Light, if he were not who he was, the Dursley family would have died that moment.

Instead, the first police cars came careening up to the curb. Dursley whimpered when he looked down at the so very still form of the boy he never wanted to have. When he looked up, the terrifying old freak was gone, and two very disturbed-looking Bobbies stood in his place. "What have we here?"

One week later, Vernon and Petunia Durlsey were awaiting trial. Petunia's charges were not as serious as her husband's, and so she was allowed out long enough to handle the funeral. Their son Dudley was with his Aunt Marge. Petunia did indeed handle the funeral, and when the service was done walked away with a sniff and a high chin.

And Albus Dumbledore stood at the grave of a boy the wizarding world entrusted to his care for their very future.

He knelt down, but the movement turned into a collapse, and the wizard sank to his knees in the wet, muddy ground as the rain fell. For a very brief moment he was a younger man in a different yard. Before him was a headstone with another name—that of a girl he also failed, and who also died because of his arrogance. Tears mixed with the rain. "I am so terribly sorry, my boy," he said softly. "So very, terribly sorry. I failed you. Just like I failed her."

Chapter One: The Girl Who Wished

Luna Lovegood enjoyed skipping immensely. At school, this tendency to skip, combined with other unique facets of her personality, caused some consternation among the other members of her house. This consternation would often express itself through the borrowing of certain items, such as her shoes, her quills, her parchment, her wardrobe, and often times even her undergarments.

On one particularly memorable day, the consternation of her housemates left her nothing to wear but an oversized shirt with a large silhouette of a mouse's head in the front. And so, without anything else to wear, Luna went to classes dressed in said shirt.

"Young lady," Professor McGonagall said in a scandalized whisper when Luna arrived in the great hall for breakfast, "show some modesty!"

"Sadly, my modesty has been removed from my wardrobe," Luna answered with a dreamy blink.

Needless to say, many eyes watched her that day, primarily male ones. The watching continued unabated until a concerted effort by the professors—efforts which included several frightening threats to the primary outlets of the consternation in her house—turned up sufficient articles of Luna's wardrobe to meet the requirements of Professor McGonagall's notion of modesty.

Evidently skipping in a sleeping shirt with no knickers on was the subject of no small amount of conversation among the other students of Hogwarts. Some of the conversation was actually quite flattering, in a rather rude and crass way. The primary lesson her fellow classmates learned that day, however, was that the pale, almost white-blonde color of her hair was in fact quite natural.

So it was one gentle summer day that Luna was skipping down the road from the Burrow to her house. She carried a basket of freshly baked bread from Mrs. Weasley, who was convinced with some good measure of evidence that neither Luna nor her father ate enough.

The evidence to this line of thinking was that, of course, there was no food in the home of Xenophilius Lovegood other than tea and stale biscuits. If not for the generosity of Molly Weasley and the fecundity of her garden, it was entirely possible that the Lovegoods would starve. It was even more possible that Xenophilius would not even notice such an event happening. After all, Luna reasoned, he was quite busy with the Quibbler these days.

The Second War, as it was being called, raged openly across the country. Death Eater attacks occurred now with frightening regularity and the responding auror raids were often times just as deadly. The previous Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, refused to take any action until Dumbledore and the Wizengamot voted to forcible remove him from office for negligence. He was found murdered the next day. The Quibbler sold many copies during the impeachment hearings for Xenophilius's scathing and pointed reviews of Mr. Fudge's hat.

Luna was half-way through her sixteenth year. She was soon to start her sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Luna paused in her happy skipping when she heard a rustling from behind the shrubs that lined the narrow country road. She bent low, and whispered with wonder and awe: "Is that a crumple-horned snorkack?"

Compelled for the sake of science, her father, and sheer curiosity, Luna dove into the underbrush in search of the elusive magical creature.

The rustling pulled her further away from the safety of the road into woods she had explored for the whole of her sixteen years. The lure of discovery pulled her from the thick of the woods onto the shore of a small pond she had come to name Phyllis—so named because it sounded pretty.

Once on the shores of Phyllis the pond, Luna saw that her target was not a crumple-horned snorkack, but in fact a small hedgehog that rustled quickly back into the cover of the trees.

"Oh well, it is a beautiful day," Luna said as she promptly sat down on the shores of the pond. She pulled off a piece of the deliciously warm bread and nibbled contentedly as she watched the clouds drift overhead. She enjoyed watching their reflections on the face of Phyllis the pond since it appeared from her angle that the clouds were upside down. She wondered if in the event of a storm the rain would fall up from the surface of the pond into the sky.

With food in her stomach, clouds in the sky and a father who was not capable of noticing her absence, Luna leaned back against the shore. She wished the world were a nicer place. Death Eaters were most definitely nasty business, and she knew her friend Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys were targeted. Ginny's older brother Percy and his wife Penelope were murdered just last month during the assassination of the newly elected Minister Scrimgouer.

It was very sad. Luna was playing with Ginny in the yard when the family clock must have spiked to mortal peril for Percy, before plummeting into death. They could hear Mrs. Weasley's horrified, despairing cry all the way out into the yard by the ancient oak tree where Ginny and Luna were braiding each other's hair. It had been a terrible day.

Why, even just just a week ago death eaters attacked Susan Bones's family, although Professor Dumbledore and his dashing Order of the Phoenix members were able to save her.

Thinking such dark thoughts did not appeal to Luna on his beautiful summer afternoon, nonetheless the fear lingered in the back of her mind. "I do wish so wish someone would come and make it all better," she said softly to herself as her eyelids grew heavy. "Just like Mum always did."

Accompanied by the symphony of crickets and whistling willows, Luna Lovegood drifted off to sleep.

A moment later—a moment that was evidently comprised of several hours—Luna Lovegood opened her eyes onto a beautiful summer evening replete with a galaxy of stars stretching overhead. It looked for all the world as if she were staring into a giant blue-black bowl lined in fairy dust.

She parted her lips and laughed at the sheer beauty of it.

Then she saw a particle of fairy dust falling. It sparkled like a diadem in the sky, flashing with different colors. She sat up, intrigued. "Is that a heliopath?" she whispered.

Alas, it was not a heliopath. Rather, it soon took on the shape of a falling star, though one falling a bit more directly than Luna was accustomed too. It did not skim across the sky so much as pierce it like an arrow, heading toward a spot remarkably close to where Luna currently stood.

She backed up a step as the sparkling resolved itself to a distant ball of flame. After a moment, the flame faded away and at first glance it appeared to have disappeared. However, Luna was accustomed to giving everything several glances beyond merely the first glance, and continued to stare intently into the night sky until she saw some stars that she was fairly certain should not move quickly, did in fact move quite quickly.

Then she realized these were not stars, but lights like she saw on those strange muggle automatic mobiles her friend Hermione often spoke of. The lights were attached to what looked possibly like wings, and the wings were attached to something long and sleek.

It was dropping straight toward Phyllis the pond.

An outside observer might have been concerned at Luna's proximity to a pond, regardless of that pond's name, that appeared to be the target of a large object falling quickly from the sky. However, Luna felt this was a perfect opportunity to see how muggle aeronautical planes landed, for she was certain now that this was such an object.

Imagine her surprise when she discovered that muggle aeronautical planes were capable of leviosa spells, since even with her brilliant imagination she could not think of any other method by which an object could slow so quickly.

However, the muggle version of the spell evidently had a different set of consequences than the magical version, of which the only consequence was if you levitated an object high and then stepped under it when the spell ended.

In this case, the consequence was a ferocious and quite loud metallic squeal followed very shortly after loud snap, and then by a spectacular explosion from the poor rump of the aeronautical plane. Luna enjoyed how the orange fire flared over the water both on top, and by way of its reflection, underneath the face of Phyllis the pond.

The heat from the explosion was of course somewhat uncomfortable, and a blast of hot air pushed against her, but she thought this an acceptable price to pay in order to see such a pretty display of pyrotechnics.

Sadly, the show ended abruptly, for as soon as the fireball ripped through the hind end of the plane, it fell rather like a large brick directly into the water. A large wave rippled up the shore and over her bare feet. She wiggled her toes. The water seemed warmer than it should have been.

She pulled her wand from behind her left ear, placed its tip in the water, and said, "Aqua congelo!"

The water around her wand turned instantly white, and then spread across the face of Phyllis the pond as the water froze. The increased volume of ice versus water pushed the muggle aeronautical plane up from where it was sinking, and then kept it elevated at a nice angle.

Luna stood and wiggled her feet against the ice. With a murmured warming spell for her feet, she stepped out into the icy surface of the pond and walked calmly toward the muggle device. She reached what looked like a window, and as she did she saw a figure inside. She tapped on the glass with her wand, but nothing happened. "Alohamora!" she said, and the window popped open with a hiss.

She leaned over and saw that the figure inside wore a large helmet and a beautifully colored orange jumpsuit. He was secured very firmly in the seat with straps that only opened at Luna's insistence, and a spell.

The figure fell forward against the deadened buttons of his craft.

Luna levitated the unconscious figure onto the ice and then laid him out. He did not appear to be broken, insofar as Luna could tell, but she did spot a bit of blood running down his forehead. With some effort, she undid the overly complicated straps of his helmet and pulled it off.

"Hello," she said brightly.

The figure was a very handsome-looking boy with short red hair. The hair was red enough, in fact, that Luna at first thought he was a Weasley. But for course he was much too handsome for that. His skin did not have the pale complexion the Weasley's had. In fact, it looked tanned, almost bronzed.

The cut on his head did look somewhat painful. As a pending fifth year, Luna should not have known anything more than a basic healing charm. Naturally, she knew several. She touched her wand to the boy's head and spoke the spell, and watched as the cut healed. However, the boy did not wake up.

She heard a peculiar sound at that moment, and looked up to see several lights shining in the sky. She quickly put down the idea of more heliopaths and realized rather these were helly-choppers, another muggle flying device. They were obviously coming to look at the aeronautical plane.

With a casual finite the ice covering Phyllis the pond puffed away with a few stray clouds of vapor. The aeronautical plane with its open window sank quickly down into the murky water, until only the tip of one wing protruded.

"Do you wish to go back to the muggles?" Luna asked the unconscious boy.

With the help of two delicate fingers from her left hand, the boy shook his head no. "Well, alright then," she said brightly. She levitated the boy, then placed her basket of partially eaten bread on his stomach like a cart, and walked back into the woods from whence she came.

Luna could not have expressed what thought possessed her to stay in the woods. Nor would she have tried, since to do so would have implied conscious thought being expended in the effort to express a thought. Rather, she drifted lazily through the trees toward the cylindrical structure that housed her father, herself, and the Quibbler. For this reason alone she did not see the convoy of muggle military vehicles that came barreling up the country road from Ottery St. Catchpole. The vehicles ground to a halt and a veritable horde of muggles in oddly dressed matching uniforms carrying the strangest black wands and staffs rushed through the woods toward the pond.

The soldiers fanned out through the woods and moved at an impressive pace, especially in comparison to the lackadaisical pace of the wandering Luna Lovegood with her levitating companion. However, just when one of the muggles caught sight of the strange vision through his even stranger goggles that appeared to be spelled for night vision, Luna by a stroke of good fortune stepped across the wards of the Lovegood property.

To the muggle, the sight of the startling blonde girl and the strange object behind her disappeared not just from his vision, but from his mind as well. The search through the woods continued, although the perimeter of the search as seen from the muggle devices in space contained a rather large hole in roughly the shape of the Lovegood estate.

Luna for her part noticed the strange men running up behind her, but did not care. They did not appear to be death eaters, and so it did not matter. She levitated the strange, handsome boy into her house.

"Hello, father," she said as she passed by her father's office.

Xenophilius Lovegood looked up with rheumy eyes from the article he was working on. "Hello, Turnip. Who is that?"

"A muggle boy I saw fall from the sky. May I keep him? He's quite handsome. I think I shall name him Ollivarius Dumplesnort."

"A most outstanding name," her father agreed. "You should not do magic outside of school, cucumber."

"Mother removed the registry of my wand when I was six, remember father?"

"Oh, yes."

"Did you eat?" Luna asked.

"Eat?" the elder Lovegood said, blinking. His answer provided sufficient proof that the thought never even occurred to him.

Luna took the basket off the stomach of young Ollivarius Dumplesnort and placed a large piece of bread next to her father. "Eat, father."

"Yes, daughter."

With that, she levitated her new friend further into her home and carried him up the stairs to her room. She put him on the bed, and then stared at his strange clothes. After a moment of consideration, she walked back down stairs and to the fireplace. With a pinch of floo powder, she said, "The Burrow!" and stepped through.

She emerged into the center of a lovely food fight in which the Weasley twins were apparating back and forth while throwing Brussels sprouts at anyone nearby. Ginerva Weasley was laughing brilliantly as she guessed with surprising accuracy where her brothers would pop-back and pelted them with chocolate frogs, while Ron banished pumpkin juice at them.

In the center, Molly Weasley was screaming at them all to stop before she had them degnoming the garden for a year, and Arthur Weasley sat in a comfortable older chair off to the side of the titanic battle reading the Daily Prophet.

"Mr. Weasley, how could you?" Luna asked.

Her normally quiet voice pierced through the room and the fight came to an abrupt stop. Everyone looked at the Weasley patriarch, who in turn looked around in alarm. "Luna, what is wrong?"

"How can you read that terrible paper?" Luna demanded as she marched across her friend's living room and took it from his hands. "Don't you know it is part of the Rotfang Conspiracy? The advertisement for magical dentists should have given it away!"

"Err, sorry," Arthur said as he looked for help from his family.

"Luna, dear, is everything okay?" Molly asked. The screaming of a moment ago was forgotten.

Luna quite liked Molly Weasley. She reminded her of her own mum, only taller, larger, louder, less powerful, not nearly as beautiful, with a large mole on her lower left cheek, and with red hair.

"Yes, please. Could Ginny come spend the night with me? I have a boy who fell from the sky and I need her help taking his clothes off for bed."

"Okay!" Ginny called quickly.

"Wait one moment," Molly said. "What is this about a boy?"

"I think he may actually be a heliopath," Luna whispered conspiratorially.

"Oh, well, okay then," Molly said. She knew there were no such things, so naturally it was all a figment of Luna's imagination. Poor girl.

"You don't mind, Ginny?"

Ginny, who like Luna was also sixteen, smiled brightly. "Sure, I'd love to Luna. Let me just get some things." She ran up stairs, and only a few minutes later emerged with a bag thrown over her shoulder. Molly ducked into the kitchen, and by the time Ginny arrived and also returned with a large basket of leftovers from dinner.

"You and Xenophilius never eat enough," Molly said. "Take this. At least Ginny won't starve."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Luna said.

"Thanks, Mum," Ginny added.

The two girls threw in their powder, and moments later emerged back into the Lovegood residence. "Father, have you eaten your bread?" Luna asked.

She checked, and saw it was indeed gone. Her father was scribbling away on the paper.

"Come on, you'll have to help me take the boy's clothes off," Luna said.

"What's this about boys and clothes?" Xenophilius said, drawn at last from his work.

"Ollivarius Dumplesnort, my pet muggle," Luna explained patiently. "You said I could keep him."

Xenophilius blinked. "I did?"

"You did. You had a very good reason to allow me to keep him."

"What reason was that?"

"I'm sure I have no idea," Luna said. "But since you allowed it I'm sure it was a very good reason."

"Of course," Xenophilius said. He looked off beyond the girl's shoulders. Ginny turned and followed his gaze, and saw nothing. "Get along, then."

Luna quietly placed a cookie on her father's desk and the two girls walked up the stairs. "Father's been very busy," Luna said. "Minister Bone's monocle cannot be tolerated. Our article will be quiet explosive, I have no doubt."

Ginny, having grown up around the Lovegoods, giggled until they reached Luna's room.

There lay the muggle, Ollivarius Dumplesnort, in his strange orange suit.

"Merlin's beard!" Ginny swore. "You really do have a boy up here!" She looked closer, and grinned. "He's quite the looker, isn't he? What's wrong with him?"

"Bumped his head when he fell," Luna said. She ran a finger down the line of one of the strange straps that covered his chest, until the finger came down to his belt and touched a strange silver cylinder. "It's quite large, isn't it?" Luna said dreamily.

Ginny's eyes widened, and then she flushed the color of a heliopath and giggled. "You naughty girl! What is it?"

Luna lifted it and saw it was hooked to a belt. With a look at Ginny, she thought the best way to remove the cylinder attached to the belt was to take the belt off the boy. So, with long fingers she relieved the boy of his belt and carried it and the cylinder attached to it over to Ginny. "It looks like a muggle torch," Ginny said.

She took it and pointed it toward the wall. She flipped a switch fully expecting a beam of light to come out.

"That is a very strange torch," Luna said at the solid blue beam that emerged a meter from the cylinder. "It does make an agreeable sort of hum, don't you think?"

"Luna, this isn't a torch," Ginny said. She was strangely pale, which made her freckles stand out. However, Luna managed to look away from the freckles long enough to follow her friend's gaze.

The tip of the blue beam touched the edge of her wall, and was promptly burning through the stone. "How remarkable," Luna said.

Ginny flicked the switch and the blue went away. She carefully put the strange device on one of Luna's bookshelves. All the books were shelved upside down.

Only then did she turn and look down at the boy. "You said he fell down, Luna?"

"Yes, and from quite a distance," Luna said dreamily. She stepped back around the bed and started working on the boy's boots. "He was so high up at first I thought his aeronautical plane was on fire. But when it got closer the fire went away. Did you know muggle planes have leviosa spells? It came to a stop right above the pond, and then exploded and fell down. I don't think their leviosa spells work very well."

Ginny knew from her friend Hermione that the muggles did not possess magic of any kind. She doubted a muggle jet plane could come to a complete stop if it fell as fast as Luna seemed to be saying. She jumped at the thud caused by Luna dropping the first boot. "What are you doing?"

"Taking his clothes off, of course," Luna said. "He can't very well sleep in his clothes, can he?"

"He may not appreciate us stripping him," Ginny pointed out.

Luna stopped work on the boot and moved until she leaned her face just inches from his. "Ollivarius, do you mind if we take all your clothes off to get you ready for bed?"

Ginny couldn't help the smirk when Luna's left hand came around as if sneaking past its owner to shake the unconscious boy's head. She stood and grinned, and for the first Ginny caught a hint of a blush on Luna's face. "He doesn't mind a bit."

"You really want to take this boy's clothes off?"

Luna's smile turned as mischievous as anything Ginny had ever seen. "Don't you?"

"If Mum finds out, she'll kill us."

"She's not my mum," Luna said as she started working on the other boot.

With flaring cheeks, Ginny said, "Alright." The two attractive sixteen-year-old girls proceeded to strip the unconscious boy down.

"This is rather more difficult than I thought it would be," Ginny said halfway into it. They had his strange jumpsuit off, but he wore clothes underneath that they were having trouble with because he was so completely unconscious. "I sure hope he's not badly hurt. Shouldn't we floo St. Mungos?"

Luna shrugged. "He feels okay," she said. "He's healing. Can't you feel it?"

Ginny shrugged, and they tackled his pants.

In the end, the two girls stood side by side, cheeks flaming and eyes wide, staring at the nude male form of the boy.

"It's not as large as I thought it would be," Luna said. She did not sound disappointed.

"It's larger than you might think."

"Ginerva Weasley, how would you know that?" Luna demanded.

"Brothers, Luna. Six brothers. Think about it." Ginny turned back and stared. "Five now," she added softly. She forced a grin. "So what are we going to do?"

Luna began shrugging off her clothes. "I'm going to sleep with him."

"You are not!"

Without a hint of modesty or embarrassment, Luna slipped out of her knickers and stood in the stark. Ginny stared with a weak smile, and then watched as Luna climbed into bed next to the unconscious boy. Her pale body stood out starkly against the bronzed color of the boy's skin. It made him look like a Mediterranean Frenchmen. She pulled a blanket up around them.

"Do you want to join us?" Luna asked.

Ginny blinked and looked around. "Luna, I'm not really sure about this. I mean, we're only sixteen. I'm not sure should be doing this."

"Doing what?" Luna asked with open innocence. "We're going to sleep."

"I can't."

"That's okay," Luna said. "Thank you for helping me, Ginny. You can still stay if you want."

"No, that's okay, I'll head home," Ginny said. "Floo me tomorrow."

"I will." Luna yawned and placed an arm against the boy's chest. "Good night."

Ginny shook her head in astonishment, cheeks flaring red, and then left.

Author's Note #2: Don't let this chapter fool you. This is not a happy-go lucky HP romp. I don't do happy-go lucky. But hopfully it is something you will enjoy.