Chosen Ones

A Dune/Harry Potter Crossover

Born thousands of years apart two children of prophecy are thrown together after a cosmic accident. While young Paul Atreides is just beginning his journey an emotionally scarred Harry has completed his and found that his life is still not his own. Harry will have to find a new place among the deadly intrigues of the great houses.

Disclaimer

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Many thanks to my Beta Readers and plot hole pointer-outers Rhynimy and XRaiderV1 without whom this work would be a hell of a lot less readable.

And a shout out to Difdi, who pointed out an ongoing spelling error – Many thanks!

Chapter 1 – Prologue

…House Atreides had been served by many larger than life leaders, men and women of distinction. Thufir Hawat, Gurney Halleck and Duncan Idaho are names known to all students of history but perhaps the strangest of these was the Falcon. Many stories have been told about the bodyguard and advisor who was the companion of Paul during his period of exile…..

- From the Hidden History of House Atreides

10191 AG - Aboard a House Atreides frigate

Duncan Idaho had nearly an hour before the Guild Heighliner rendezvoused with his small fleet. So, he spent the time reading over the latest intelligence reports. He had just reached an interesting piece around Harkonnen political manoeuvring when the frigate shuddered. Almost immediately the lights flickered, and the ever-present sound of hissing air stopped and then restarted. With a frown, he closed the viewer and gestured for the junior officer standing just inside the hatch to approach.

"Find one of the crew and see what happened," ordered Duncan.

"At once Sir," replied the officer with a crisp salute.

Within minutes, the lieutenant appeared with another officer, a pilot by his insignia. "Swordmaster we have a…. well we have an incident, perhaps if you could follow me to the bridge sir."

Duncan followed the younger man wondering at his agitation. As they arrived on the bridge, he was greeted by the raised voices of the flight crew as instructions and questions were called out, overlapping each other giving the bridge an aura of chaotic confusion.

"…..some sort of spatial anomaly. I thought it was a guild ship at first."

"….what is causing that, is it a body shield?"

"Would a body shield work in open space?"

"….damn it he moved, he's alive….."

"Get someone geared up for EVA and do it right now," ordered the senior pilot.

"Captain what is going on?" demanded Duncan.

The Captain turned as he heard the Swordmaster, "I'll show you, sir, we are almost alongside now; Lieutenant put a spotlight on the anomaly."

Duncan turned his head to look at the screen and took a step back in shock, "That can't be real!"

Suspended in open space surrounded by a flickering nimbus of blue light was a young man. As shocking as that was it was nothing compared to the shock of seeing the figure move slightly, "How is that possible?" whispered Duncan.

"It's not possible," replied the Captain "But it is real, and we'll get a good look at whatever is keeping the poor bastard alive in a few minutes."

oOoOoOo

The crewman shook his head, "No nothing, whatever it was didn't read as any known harmful radiation and there was no resistance from a shield, so we attached a cable and pulled him in to the airlock. The effect dissipated a few moments after the airlock equalized."

Duncan turned to look at the medical corpsman, "What is his condition?"

"Unconscious, with some sort of burn on his right hand," reported the corpsman.

Duncan stepped closer to examine the teenagers clothing, "This looks like a uniform. Was anything else found?"

The corpsman nodded and handed Duncan a metal tray with several metal tokens and a carved stick. There was no sign of a shield belt or any technology that could project a protective shield.

"No other equipment was removed?"

The corpsman shook his head, "No sir nothing and the men were careful to make sure nothing was disturbed."

"A real mystery then," commented the Captain as he looked over the tray of items.

Duncan was in a quandary his mission was of vital importance to his Duke, but this was an unforeseen event and in all his years of service he had learnt that anything unforeseen could be dangerous. Turning to the Captain, he gestured toward the bed, "Captain I want this kept quiet so brief your men and I will need a secure channel to Caladan control."

oOoOoOo

Duke Leto Atreides frowned as he listened to Duncan's report over the encrypted channel, "And there is no indication of how this boy survived in open space."

"No, my Lord," replied Duncan.

Turning in his chair to see his Mentat master of assassins the Duke raised an eyebrow, "Thufir?"

Thufir Hawat frowned as his powerful mind processed the data he had been supplied. After a few silent moments, he turned to face Duke Leto, "My Lord I do not have enough information to make a Logical conclusion at this moment. With further data, I could reach an approximant deduction." The aged Mentat looked almost distressed by his failure to answer the Duke, "My apologies my Lord."

Leto smiled and waved away his oldest advisor's apology, "Thufir this is an event that as far as we know is unique I'm not expecting instant solutions. Gurney, what is your take on this?"

Gurney Halleck, the Duke's Warmaster, laid aside the baliset he had been tuning and frowned. "I don't know what to make of it my Lord. This boy may be part of some grand plan by our enemies or he might be something else my advice is caution and observation. Let matters play out. If the boy is a threat then well and good, we deal with him."

Duke Leto turned to look out the window for a moment before turning back to Thufir, "Have the boy transferred to the guest wing under guard. When he awakens, I want you and Gurney to question him. We need to know if his is a threat to our plans."

oOoOoOo

In the darkness…a voice….voices

"It shouldn't be doing that Harry," warned a familiar voice tinted with caution and concern.

Another voice answered a familiar voice, "Its fine Hermione just give me a chance to set up the crystals, we've got one chance at this."

"Harry cut the power it's warping, the field is collapsing…..I can't hold it," panic was evident in the woman's voice.

"One more minute we can still do this I….."

"Haaarrrryyyy geeeet ouuuutt…wwwaaarrrp….."

Then silence and the darkness returned only to be replaced by light.

oOoOoOo

Dr Wellington Yueh frowned at the strange readings he was getting and visually checked his patient once more.

"Doctor Yeuh?" asked a familiar voice.

Yueh turned to see the Duke's concubine Lady Jessica.

"My Lady how can I be of service?" asked Yueh.

"How is our mystery guest?"

The Suk Doctor indicated the readout above the bed. "I believe that he could awaken at any time as his brain waves seem to indicate he is returning to consciousness. I would conclude he was simply exhausted rather than suffering an injury. His injured hand has responded well to treatment but really besides some old injuries and some intriguing bioelectrical readings he is in surprisingly good shape."

Jessica nodded and looked down at the young man studying him as he laid motionless save for his breathing. He was a handsome young man even with the strange scar marring his forehead. Looking closely at his face she saw a twitch, a tensing of the muscles a tiny spasm. "Doctor I believe your patient is awakening."

In the corner, two of Hawat's men became more alert and leaned forward hands on their weapons.

Doctor Yueh quickly took another set of readings but before he could complete them, the handheld scanner flickered and died. Then the room's lights flickered and the equipment above the bed sparked and shut down.

Yueh cursed in surprise as the lights flickered again, "What is causing that?"

"Look," whispered Jessica her voice awed pointing at youth on the bed.

The dark-haired youth sat up on the bed and looked around obviously confused. He spotted the Doctor and squinted at him before saying something in a strange language.

Yueh had no idea what was said, but Jessica caught a word or two. It was Galach but Galach as it was spoken in the oldest of the Bene Gesserit Archives.

The young man suddenly seemed to notice the others in the room, saying something that was by its tone a question as he slid off the bed and backed away from the two guards.

Jessica raised her hand signalling the guards to hold when two things happened the stranger seemed to stagger almost as if he was disorientated or dizzy and took a step toward Yueh. Seeing a threat, both guards rushed forward to protect the doctor. As the first guard reached him, the young man raised his hand and the two guards were thrown backward impacting heavily with the walls.

Shocked Jessica watched as the young man turned to look at her. With a start, she fell back on her training and began to move in to a combat stance. Looking around in confusion the man raised a hand almost as if to say he was unarmed when he faltered and fell backwards in to Yueh's arms.

"Doctor?" asked Jessica.

Yueh lowered the young man to the floor, "A sedative he'll be out for a while."

oOoOoOo

Duke Leto watched the surveillance footage with a look of wonder on his face, "Absolutely incredible, he appears to be telekinetic."

Thufir looked pensive, "A telekinetic, I have heard rumours, ancient tales," his eyes flicked to Jessica before returning to the Duke, "that hint at such abilities but had thought them nothing but tales. This is a truly astonishing find, but we must consider that other parties may want control of such a potentially dangerous individual."

Duke Leto sat back in his chair, "Our beloved Emperor amongst others. It's a risk, but we stand on the brink of a secret war with the Emperor and his allies among the great houses but if this is an indicator of what he can do, think of what a potential asset he could be to us."

Gurney looked up from watching the playback for the fourth time, "My Lord, look at how he moved, he immediately determined a threat and acted. The boy has seen action before."

Turning to Thufir, the Duke raised an eyebrow, "What do you think Thufir?"

"I think we need to question the boy. There are too many unknown variables here to make any computations."

The Duke turned to his Battle Master, "Gurney?"

"He's an unknown factor My Lord; we shouldn't overlook the opportunity implicit in that."

"Jessica?"

Jessica looked pensive for a few moments, "We will not be able to keep him a secret forever, but I think Gurney is right there is a huge opportunity here to add a valuable ally to our cause."

oOoOoOo

The young man still dressed in a simple tunic and pants was pacing the room obviously agitated. When he had awoken several attempts had been made to communicate with him but beside Jessica no one spoke enough of the ancient dialect he spoke to communicate with him effectively. Eventually, the Duke gave permission for a heavily guarded Jessica to make the attempt.

oOoOoOo

Harry had a horrible headache from walking around without his glasses but was more concerned about where the hell he actually was. He'd tried several times to apparate, but it had failed each time although it didn't feel like wards blocking him. He wasn't sure how far his range was and he wasn't an expert on languages, but he would have thought he could have recognized something about the language his guards were speaking. So he was probably in Eastern Europe somewhere. When he got home, he'd bloody kill Hermione and Croaker for roping him in to helping with the testing of their port key field.

One month, one bloody month he'd been working at the ministry. A month since finishing his fast-tracked Auror training and he had already been sent to Merlin knew where. You would think that the fates would give him a break after Voldemort. For Merlin's sake, he was just started getting his life back under control. He was about to start another internal rant when the door hissed open.

Turning he squinted to trying to see more clearly and made out what appeared to be a regal looking woman in an elaborate gown accompanied by three of the armed guards.

"Hello," ventured Harry before muttering, "not that you can understand me," under his breath.

Looking directly at him the woman began to speak obviously taking her time to pronounce each word, "Can...understand..."

Taking a step forward Harry smiled but resisted the urge to yell 'yes' at the top of his voice, "Yes well most of it."

"Good...worried about...older...no harm," the woman smiled and gestured for the guards to step back.

Harry appreciated the gesture even if the guards didn't actually leave the room, "My name is Harry."

The woman smiled and gestured to herself, "...Jessica...thank you...name."

Okay, thought Harry this was better. The woman was obviously a noblewoman of some sort, but she was at least able to speak English. If only he had his wand he could cast a translation spell before things went too far, already it would look suspicious to these muggles if he suddenly learned their language. Another problem was that he wasn't sure if these were muggles or not he hadn't seen a wand, but they did have guns. Perhaps it was time to see exactly what his status was, "Does anyone have my belongings?"

Jessica gestured, and a guard appeared with a metal tray. Moving slowly the guard passed the tray to Harry, who picked up his wand and felt the familiar tingle of his magic as his magic surged for a brief moment.

Jessica watched the young man reach for the carved stick with some surprise, perhaps it was some sort of religious icon after all. As Harry had touched the stick a flicker of light appeared and had for a moment outlined his body in a faint aura...'what was that' thought the Bene Gesserit in shock.

Harry looked up at the slightly blurry woman and saw her expression of surprise before he features were once more schooled to a composed demeanour. Ah, maybe they weren't muggles after all but still if they were wizards and witches why the surprise. Things were not adding up.

"Am I a prisoner?" Harry asked slowly.

Jessica shook her head, "No….guest."

Harry nodded slowly obviously a guarded guest, "Where am I?" That should be a safe question.

"…Planet Caladan….. House….Duke Leto," replied Jessica.

"Maybe not such a safe question after all," whispered Harry.

oOoOoOo

Harry stood as the small group entered the small room he was being held in. By the way the guards stiffened to attention there were probably some important people among the group. With a smile and a small bow to Jessica, he waited for all the newcomers to gather on the far side of the room.

Jessica stepped forward and indicated toward a tall man in a uniform, "Harry this…..Duke Leto and….son Paul."

Harry bowed to the Duke and the boy who he took to be the Duke's son.

Jessica then pointed out the others in the room, "Thufir Hawat, Gurney Halleck, Doctor Yueh."

Over the next few hours, the Duke and his staff asked via Jessica a wide range of questions most of which Harry couldn't answer. Finally, the Duke spoke to Jessica for several minutes before she turned to him.

"Harry….ask….your powers…telekinesis…?"

Harry looked over at the Duke as he replied slowly letting Jessica translate, "Duke Leto….risk….telling you."

After Jessica had finished translating Gurney looked about to protest when the Duke raised his hand stopping his response.

Jessica listened to the Duke talk for a few moments before turning to Harry, "...Duke...understands maybe...trust us more."

oOoOoOo

Jessica walked with her son as they walked towards his suite, "What do you think Paul?"

Paul didn't need to ask who his mother was asking about. "An interesting question mother, he is undoubtedly concealing the truth, but I don't think it's malicious or deceptive. There is something about him a resonance. I think that he is important and not just as a potential asset for the house."

Jessica slowed for a moment and touched her son's wrist, "Your dreams?"

Paul nodded, "I've seen a hooded figure with burning green eyes standing behind me, protecting me from the shadows."

"If we can get him to trust us he could be a valuable ally," and a devastating bodyguard for Paul. What a strange twist of fate that this young man should appear here in this place and time amongst the people of Duke Leto a man renowned for his ability to build trust and loyalty.

oOoOoOo

It the next few weeks Harry slowly began to grow proficient with the strange dialect being spoken. Admittedly he was cheating by using his wand to slowly build his understanding by discrete use of the Perceptum Lingua charm. Even with that it was still quite a challenge as some technical concepts and terms were beyond the scope of the spell which wasn't even with simple translations.

Besides trying to learn the language he had been perusing what little historical audio and video data he could so that he could gain a mastery of the language.

From what he could determine the Portkey field had gotten away from Hermione and Croaker and he had been caught in the field. His last memory was of trying to hold on to the metal pedestal. So somehow, he had been Portkeyed far from Earth both in distance and time. What was really annoying was that he had played no role in the development of the technology so his chance of replicating the 'accident' to get home was incalculable.

Harry was pulled from his musing when the door slid open for Gurney and Thufir Hawat.

Gurney smiled at Harry as he strode in to the room, "T'is time young Harry to lay down your books and pay attention to your betters."

Harry laughed and bowed extravagantly toward Thufir, which brought a slight twitch to the older man's lips as Gurney laughed.

"Oh ho ho, the boys feeling brave today. Perhaps brave enough to take a round or two with old Gurney eh?" without waiting for an answer Gurney threw a training staff at Harry whose seeker reflexes and newly repaired eyesight allowed him to snatch it out of the air as it flew past.

Gurney had been trying to get Harry to spar with him since he had begun what Thufir was calling acclimatization training. Privately Harry thought they were trying to determine his abilities, but he was still quite careful to not give away his abilities. Oh, he knew they had suspicions but that was it.

Gurney spun the staff in his hand and gestured for Harry to lead off. With a smile that was somewhat, forced Harry hefted the staff and nodded to the older man. The staff was heavier than those he had trained with at the Auror Academy and that had been about four sessions with a muggle born wizard, still he had at least done this before.

Harry nodded and just as he looked up Gurney's staff was swinging toward his head. Again, his quick reflexes saved him as he managed to get his staff up to block the strike. The next ten minutes were a painful lesson in just how unskilled wizards were in physical combat. Harry had barely managed to defend himself.

Harry ducked under a high attack only to see Gurney's boot coming at his face instinctively he thrust out his hand to deflect the attack and there was a flash of light and Gurney flew backwards skidding across the floor in to the wall.

"Gurney!" called Harry as he rushed over to the slumped figure.

Harry knelt next to Gurney, "Gurney, are you okay?"

"It's about time you showed me what you can do Harry," muttered Gurney as he allowed Harry to pull him to his feet.

"I..." Harry was stumped; there wasn't a lot he could say. Lying really wasn't an option now after they had just seen him bounce Gurney in to the wall with magic.

Thufir Hawat pushed himself to his feet as Harry floundered, "Harry we know you have abilities your arrival clearly demonstrated that."

Harry was about to draw his wand and Obliviate the two men when the door slid open admitting the Duke and Paul.

The Duke smiled at the scene, "An amazing feat Harry, a feat I have seen very rarely achieved, Gurney Halleck knocked off his feet."

Paul, however, was more interested in studying Harry. The young man had thrown Gurney back some ten feet. Was it an instinctive move or was he controlling it? Gurney's plan to try and force a reaction had worked but what had they really learned. Yes, Harry could strike out with what looked like telekinesis, but something was telling Paul there was more to Harry than they had yet seen. Perhaps it was time to cast subtlety aside.

Paul stepped forward to place a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Harry you are safe here on Caladan and my father has offered you a place among our people and resources to research your dilemma we are not about to turn on you because of your gifts."

Jessica watched as her son talked to Harry, the strange young man seemed to wilt as Paul spoke. "I...I didn't want to deceive you, but you must understand my people are secretive and our laws forbid me from exposing it to outsiders. I...I know it seems foolish, but I was simply trying to uphold the law."

"Do you still believe the laws apply here on Caladan?" asked Jessica. Harry was hiding something. It didn't feel that he was being deceitful but rather evasive. He was protecting something.

"No, probably not but I'm not sure what to do. I appreciate the time, resources and trust you've given me," Harry was trying to think, to decide what to do. "I'm not sure that I will ever be able to get home."

Paul gave Harry's shoulder a squeeze, "Trust me, Harry, you will have a place here."

oOoOoOo

"My name is Harry James Potter and I am a wizard," Harry stood tall as he spoke with his wand in hand.

"Many of the older civilizations had beliefs that we...by the Great Mother!" Gurney stepped back in shock as Harry transfigured a carved wooden chair in to a large grey dog which promptly jumped up and began trying to lick Paul's face. Another wave of his wand and the dog returned to being a chair.

"Can others learn this ability?" asked Thufir.

Harry shook his head, "You are born to it; a genetic mutation is what Herm... A friend called it."

"A genetic trait!" exclaimed Jessica, "so your children would have your abilities?"

"Generally, My Lady," agreed Harry.

Duke Leto smiled at the stunned looks on his advisors faces. "That is incredible Harry, truly incredible. Would you be willing to work with Thufir to catalogue some of what you can do?"

Harry stood considering the Duke for a moment, "My Lord when you gave me those books to read. I looked through them. I've come to realise that I am far from home. In both time and distance, I…. may I ask what will happen to me?"

Duke Leto studied Harry for a moment before turning to Gurney, "Enrol Harry as an officer in my guard, reporting directly to you."

"Harry, I want Gurney to train you as an officer I understand you have only touched on our history and culture, but I believe this will give you an insight in to my people and as I said you will have a place among my people."

Harry nodded and glanced past a smiling Paul to see Gurney smiling at him with narrowed eyes, "Oh Merlin."

"Gurney man get him trained up as soon as possible," ordered the Duke.

oOoOoOo

Two Months Later

Harry tugged at the high collar of his uniform and cursed Gurney. He had bruises covering his torso and the starched formal uniform was tight across his sore chest and shoulders. He had thought that his duty tonight would have been easy, but it was now at least one in the morning and the party was still going. He jumped slightly as he heard Gurney call his name.

"Cadet Potter," Harry came to attention and marched over to report to Gurney.

"Sir"

Gurney took a message cylinder from the Duke and passed it to Harry, "Cadet, please take this message to the duty officer it's nothing urgent, but you are to await his reply."

"Sir," replied Harry with a salute as he took what he knew was an empty cylinder from Gurney the true message was in the keywords. Duty officer and await his reply. The Swordmaster had identified a potential threat to the Duke, but that threat was not a physical one. So, he thinks a spy or informant would be amongst the off world guests.

Harry immediately left the room and went straight to the Captain commanding Hawat's specialists stationed in the adjoining room. Saluting he gave him the same code words. With a nod of acknowledgement, the Captain dismissed him. The individual identified by Gurney would be shadowed by Thufir's men for the rest of his or her stay.

The rest of the evening passed without incident and he spent the rest of the night acting as a junior aide to Gurney. When he finally got to bed in the junior officer's quarters, it was nigh on three am and he knew he would only manage three hours or so of sleep before having to be up for the next day's duties.

After a quick trip to the freshener, he climbed in to bed. The last month had been busy taken up by accelerated officer training along with his continuing work with Hawat and Gurney. Although he'd begun his training as an Auror and had at the time considered it challenging it was a walk in the park compared to training under Gurney Halleck and his officers.

oOoOoOo

Harry gestured at the target dummy and called out "Expelliarmus," blasting the slug thrower free from the automated arm and sending it crashing in to the far wall.

"Again," ordered Thufir.

"Expelliarmus"

"Hold, that's enough for now have a drink Cadet Potter," ordered Thufir as several of his most trusted men took some sensitive measurement. Today was another part of the Mentat master of assassins appointed task of understanding how Harry's power worked and its limitations.

"Sir, may I make a suggestion."

"Hmmmm of course," said Thufir as he continued mentally processing the data appearing on his screen.

Harry pointed at the damaged training dummy, "We have been focusing on combat-based spells but given the fact you want to study the properties of magic perhaps conjuring or transfiguring something would give you an object to scan."

"Can you transfigure yourself?" asked Thufir.

Harry smiled as he cast some minor glamour's on himself turning his hair blond and changing his eye colour and skin tone.

Fascinated Thufir watched the young man transform. What an agent, the boy, would make, "How long can you hold the change?"

"Once cast the glamour will remain until I dispel it or I fall asleep or lose consciousness," replied Harry.

"Can you change your height or build?"

"Only slightly the magic only allows minor changes. I could transfigure myself but there are risks with that and I was taught to avoid it. Transfiguring yourself is dangerous, well except the Animagi transformation," explained Harry.

Thufir raised an eyebrow, "Animagi?"

"Let me show you," said Harry as he slowly morphed in to his Animagus form, eventually shrinking down in to Peregrine Falcon before transforming back to his human form.

Thufir was impressed by the glamour but this was staggering, and it took him a moment or two to collect himself, "Amazing…truly fascinating and you retain your intelligence in your bird form?"

"Yes sir," replied Harry.

Thufir was already considering how this ability could be used, "Can you hold this form indefinitely?"

Harry shook his head, "I had only just learnt how to make the transformation successfully and I'm still learning my limits, Sir."

The aged Mentat looked at his notes again, "What are the limitations to conjuring and transfiguring?" asked Thufir.

Harry explained as many of laws of conjuration and transfiguration as he could remember and ended up talking for more than three hours. Eventually, he had to excuse himself to change for his combat training with Gurney.

oOoOoOo

The next few weeks were busy in the Ducal household. The relocation to the new Fief was an almost inconceivably massive undertaking and everyone had roles to play including the officer cadets. Harry had found himself kept almost constantly busy with the thousands of jobs being completed. His most common role was as a messenger for the Duke and his staff.

"Potter, follow me," ordered Gurney as he passed Harry in the corridor. Harry immediately fell in next to the older man.

Gurney began talking as he led Harry toward the centre of Castle Caladan, "The Ducal Household relocates to Arrakis in two days' time. You will be travelling with the first wave as part of the Duke's staff."

"Yes Sir," replied Harry he had been expecting the order as he was usually attached to Gurney as an aide.

Gurney stopped walking and turned placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I have led a hard life Harry and because of that I'm usually quite good a judging people. You're a good man, steadfast, loyal and brave and when you combine that with your abilities, well you are a major asset of House Atreides. You are aware of some of what faces us in the near future and if you choose to you'll have a part to play in it. In a few moments, you'll be before the Duke and he'll brief you further but before he does, I want you to pause and consider the trust he has given you. Trust is a rare thing in a noble house and even more rarely given to new acquaintances."

Harry nodded, "I understand Gurney and I appreciate his and your trust in me. I…..to be honest I've realized going home is not an option, my life is here now."

"Good man, now clean yourself up, Potter. I'll not have you disgracing me by appearing before the Duke in disarray."

As the door opened, Harry ran his hands down his uniform straightening it before marching in to report to Duke Leto.

oOoOoOo

The departure to Arrakis drew ever nearer and many things were now coming to a head. Jessica was beginning to feel like an animal caught in a trap around which the shadowy hunters were circling.

She worried about Leto and now she was worried about Paul, she had hoped that the Reverend Mother would offer another course but in truth the visit from Reverend Mother Gaius Mohiam had left her feeling even more fearful of the future. It was taking all her training to keep herself calm.

"Did you tell the Reverend Mother of your dreams?" asked Jessica as her mind played over her own meeting with the Reverend Mother…..Kwisatz Haderach…..was Paul the one who can be many places at once?

Jessica knew Paul's dreams were often prophetic and that he almost certainly had seen some of what was to come even if he wasn't aware of its meaning. Paul was developing the same feeling of nascent danger that had once surrounded his father but around Leto things were now darker, grim and foreboding…..for the father, nothing…. the ominous words spoken by the Reverend Mother.

oOoOoOo

As the Atreides flagship entered the gigantic Guild Heighliner, Harry was standing his post outside the Duke's family cabin. For a moment, he felt a presence, an alien presence in his mind almost like a hand groping for something. The odd feeling grew stronger almost as if he were a physical hand pushing and pulling. Harry concentrated and raised his mental shields and it passed as if had never been.

Far above in the hidden guildsman's section the Spacing Guilds navigator paused a moment as its awareness sensed something odd and unforeseen before the presence faded.