Force of Love
Lord Voldemort made his way silently through the streets of Godric's Hollow. It was time for him to end this silly war, once and for all. He would finally get to kill the boy destined to vanquish him. How foolish of the muggle-lover Albus Dumbledore to put all of his hopes in the son of a mudblood. He would relish killing this one before moving onto the Longbottom child. Purebloods or not they should have not opposed Lord Voldemort, and for that, they would pay.
Voldemort drew his wand of yew and quickly made work of the un-warded door, blasting it off of its hinges with a resounding crack. Fools, he mentally spat. Did they think a simple hiding charm could stop Lord Voldemort? Did they think that, he – Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time – didn't have spies in place?
He entered the home and immediately sneered at the muggle style home. He would burn this hovel to the ground with the bodies inside when he was done. That muggle in the street was lucky to escape his wrath, this house would not be.
He was curious however that there wasn't any noise being made. No sounds of frantic, hopeless attempts at escaping or even the cry of a baby. The rat had made it clear that they never left home, for fear he would strike. He would pay dearly if his information was incorrect. Shaking his head, Voldemort made his way up the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief through his snake-like nostrils when he could sense the magic of the boy as clear as day and entered the room he knew him to be in. Oh yes, the boy was powerful. He would have made a fine Death Eater, if only he didn't have to die…
With a lazy flick of his wand the bedroom door joined the front door in the destroyed category. Entering the room he smirked. It seemed that somebody had already made work of the parents.
"Lord Voldemort is waiting," the dark lord hissed at the back of the robed figure.
The man wearing a brown cloak with his hood pulled up turned to gaze upon the dark lord. Lowering his hood he allowed the dark lord to see his soon to be killer. "May the force be with you," he said solemnly.
Voldemort hissed slightly. "What is this you speak of?"
Quicker than Lord Voldemort could act, the man moved and removed the dark lord's wand arm in a blur of violet light. Voldemort screamed in agony as his arm was removed from the elbow, down.
The dark skinned man looked down at Voldemort sadly while clipping a silver cylinder back to his waist. "You reek of the dark side of the force."
Voldemort snarled angrily. "Stop speaking in riddles you filthy mudblood!"
The man merely raised his eyes and scratched his chin at the outburst. "You've come here for the boy, yes?" Voldemort wanted nothing more than to murder this filth standing before him but resolved himself to nodding an affirmative. "Then he is the chosen one as I suspected," he murmured to himself. "Yes… yes, that will do. I will train him in the ways of the Jedi. Then the shroud of the dark side will finally be lifted."
Voldemort smirked. "That is fine with me, take the brat. You did all of my work for me. Now leave why I still allow you to live, mudlbood."
The man shook his head sadly at the dark lord. "The dark side only leads to fear and anger. Distrust and lies." The man paused and smirked. "Arrogant you are, if allow the dark side to consume you."
Voldemort bristled at the insult and made to remove this filth from his planet. It was the last thing he would ever do. Willing his magic to do his bidding, Voldemort summoned his wand to his left hand.
"Avada – "
In one smooth motion, the bald man had unclipped the cylinder on his waist, ignited it – revealing a violet colored blade of energy – and removed the dark lord's head this time.
Frowning, Mace Windu turned around and picked up the bundle that was a sleeping baby. With a final sigh he left Godric's Hollow for good. Neither Mace, nor Harry Potter would ever return to the outer rim world that was Earth. That day Harry Potter ceased being a Wizard and became a Jedi.
When Albus Dumbledore would arrive he would find several things and never be able to piece them together. Harry Potter was gone and nobody had any clue as to where or who he was taken to or by. His parents were sleeping next to the corpse of Lord Voldemort who appeared to be missing his right arm along with his head. Spell damage would be found on two doors of the house but nothing resembling a spell had been cast where all the real damage had been done. In the confusion nobody would notice that Lord Voldemort's wand was never found either.
The Potters – along with the rest of the wizarding world – would mourn the disappearance of Harry Potter whilst celebrating his victory over Lord Voldemort. The prophecy would become public knowledge and everybody would assume they knew what happened, one wild theory after the next would be created. The public would eventually settle on an obvious choice, Lord Voldemort attempted dark magic on Harry Potter, and in a last ditch attempt the baby would sacrifice himself for the death of Lord Voldemort. The Potters would have a son two years later and he would be named Harry James Potter in the memory of his older brother.
Ten years later Albus Dumbledore would hold a letter in his hand that confused him, brought him hope, consumed him with a terrible grief as well as a sense of failure.
Mr. H. Potter
Padawan living quarters
The Jedi Temple
"Where are you, Harry," Dumbledore whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He would take the secret with him to the grave knowing the Potters had somewhat begun to mend the wounds caused by the disappearance of their son.
Mace Windu made his way through the Jedi Temple looking for one person in particular. He needed to see his longtime friend Qui-Gon Jinn. Mace knew his friend was still hurting from the betrayal of his former Padawan Xanatos but he would need to get over it soon. It had been several years and Mace had yet to see the old joking Qui-Gon he knew. Frankly it was annoying him. Wasn't he supposed to be the grouchy one?
Mace searched for what seemed like an eternity before he eventually found his old friend in the lunch hall. Quickly making his way towards his, as to save more time, he sat down and launched into speech.
"I have found him," he whispered secretively.
"Found who?" Qui-Gon asked without bringing his head up from his plate of food.
"The one the prophecy spoke of," he whispered excitedly.
Qui-Gon dropped his fork in shock before looking up to see a smug looking Mace Windu. "You are serious? You truly believe you have found the Son of Suns?"
"I am," said Mace confidently.
"Would the highest midi-chlorian count in the history of the Jedi please your curiosity?"
Qui-Gon scratched his chin with his hand in thought for a moment. "That doesn't necessarily mean anything," he stated.
Mace snorted, barely containing the water he had just drunk. "So over fifty thousand midi-chlorians per cell is just a coincidence then?"
"Fifty thousand!" Qui-Gon shouted.
"Keep your voice down," Mace scolded him as several Jedi in the hall turned their heads towards the pair. "Yes, fifty thousand. Do not doubt me, Qui, he is the one."
"But how do you know?"
"Would you believe me if I told you the force sent me to him?" Qui-Gon looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "He and his family were going to be murdered by a dark lord on an outer rim planet called Earth. I was able to save them before he could act. In interrogating the parents they divulged information of a prophecy stating he would have the power to defeat a dark lord. It was unclear they said, of who the prophecy was actually speaking of but this dark lord attempted to eliminate them anyway."
"So their prophecy was false you think?" Qui-Gon elaborated.
Mace nodded before speaking again. "It is no coincidence, Qui. I felt the pull, the Force brought me to them. In acting on the will of the force I was able to rid them of their dark lord and save three lives."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I am going to train him of course," Mace stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.
"But you are the current Master of the Order. Surely you would be too busy for this task."
Mace inclined his head slightly. "It is why I will relinquish the title to Master Yoda. He is rightfully deserving of it. As powerful as I am he has more wisdom then the entire Order combined. He is the only other I would leave this task too and sadly he is much too old to be taking a fresh padawan."
"It is risky," Qui-Gon confessed, rubbing on his beard for a moment before smirking, "but I believe you are doing the right thing."
"Thank you my friend," said Mace, smiling.
Qui-Gon nodded as he stood to leave. "May the Force be with you."
Sorry for the short chapter. I didn't really know what more to say, honestly. This is just the prologue. I just wanted to show how Harry leaving Earth and becoming a Jedi came about. You can expect the rest of the chapters to be around five thousand words. I already have four or so chapters done, if the story is well received I'll be more inclined to write and in turn post them up faster. If that happens you can expect about two chapters or more a month (two being the minimum).
Something I wanted to point out. This will have scenes from the movies and will have made up parts as well – obviously. My point is, don't expect everything from the movies. It will mainly Harry's point of view, however, I may switch perspectives to get a point across on occasion. Voldemort is dead for good. I just wanted the wizarding world to have a happy ending seeing as the chosen one is gone, =).
Some of my information about Star Wars may be off and if that happens, I'm sorry. I've seen the movies, played the games and read the books to the first three movies (seeing as that is mainly when this story will take place) but I don't claim to be an expert. So, sorry if I make mistakes ,=).
By the way, who thinks my keyboard lightsaber looks badass? Be honest. I googled it but it didn't come up with anything so I had to start from scratch. I think it came out quite well. I couldn't find a way to make the lines a single one so I just tried to make do with what I had. Fanfiction also only uses one font and size (9-Verdana) so they weren't going to look their coolest as if they had another font… I also wouldn't of had minded making the blade part a different color.
I feel stupid now, though. I never realized that my fonts and sizes had been changed until a few days ago. I'd make the chapters and titles all different sizes to look cool but it was no use… Mistake I had not seen, cloud judgment typos do, meditate on error, I will…
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III = Grip
0 = Power on
] = Emitter, shroud, tuner etc.
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( = Butt