This was just another random idea that popped into my head. It's also a little AU, since this is obviously not the normal way that Jedi are chosen, the events didn't happen this way, and I know that they don't use paper. The characters are a tad OOC as well.

Disclaimer: Random Nemesis does not own Star Wars or Harry Potter. They are owned by the all mighty George Lucas, and epically awesome J. K. Rowling.


You're a Jedi, Anakin

It was a normal, hot sunny day on the miserable hunk of rock called Tatooine. Well, almost normal if you count a huge blustery sandstorm whipping through the streets of Mos Espa.

In the middle of the sandstorm, a tall man, who really needed to cut his hair, hurried through the streets.

In one of the average huts, a young boy of about nine years of age slept on the cold hard floor. Well, it wasn't exactly cold, but you get the picture. Now this boy's name was Anakin Skywalker. And as you will soon learn, Anakin was a very special young boy.

BAMM

Anakin jumped up, startled, as the door of the hut fell down, and a tall man with long hair walked into the hut.

"Sorry about that," the man turned off his green lightsabre.

Anakin just stared.

"Hey, I demand to know who you are," Watto flew into the room.

"Oh shut up Watto, you mutated fly," the tall man scowled. The tall man then turned to Anakin. "Well, if it isn't Anakin! I haven't seen you since; well I've never seen you. But, that's beside the point."

Anakin swallowed. "Um…Excuse me, but who are you?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn, the maverick Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order. But of course you know all about the Jedi Order."

"No. Except that they have awesome boots."

Qui-Gon looked down at his boots. "That is true…Hang on," he turned to Watto and Shmi. "You haven't told him anything?"

"He's my slave, what do you expect," Watto scowled.

Qui-Gon glared back. He then turned to Anakin and smiled. "You're a Jedi, Anakin."

"Awesome," Anakin's smile suddenly turned to a frown. "But, I don't have any power's do I?"

"Have you ever had anything happen to you, anything that you couldn't explain?"

"Sure, all the time; I can fix anything, I've survived pod races…"

"See," Qui-Gon smiled. He then pulled out a paper out of his pocket and handed it to Anakin.

"Dear Anakin Skywalker,

We are pleased to say that you have been accepted to the Jedi Order. No flying squirrels are allowed."

"Hey, this person has really nice handwriting, it must be a girl's handwriting," Anakin looked over the letter.

Qui-Gon coughed. "It's actually the handwriting of my Padawan, Obi-Wan."

"Oh."

"He will not be going, he's my slave," Watto shouted.

Qui-Gon ignited his lightsabre, and a green beam came out.

"Never mind, he can go with you," Watto gulped.

"Thank you," Qui-Gon smiled. "Come on Anakin, let's go."

"Great! Can I have Obi-Wan help me with my hand writing? I want to have girl handwriting also!"