To those readers of "Without Regret", I'm making way on the third chapter. I have around 2k words ready but I feel as though I can expand on it. Hold tight!

This is a new story that I've decided to start writing. I apologize if I completely screw the story up but I wanted to write a StarWars/Harry Potter crossover for about a week. I had just recently started to watch the movies and thought...Hey...a good premise and all. Let's write one! I can't speak Huttese, so Watta will just speak Basic (English) as well every other Aliens, only when I type their speech out, it will be underlined. Sorry if the story seems a bit choppy. I'll edit it if something comes up.

For the beginning part of the story, I've substituted Jar Jar with Obi-Wan and R2D2 is still on the ship.


Chapter 1: The Cute Thief


"Now where would we buy the parts?"

Padawan Kenobi glanced sideways at his mentor, Jedi Master Qui-Gon as he stood in the middle of the market, searching for a suitable shop. A lone handmaiden stood behind them as she shielded her face from the onslaught of the sun's rays, silently following the two Jedi's. His eyes captured a small boy stumbling into Qui-Gon, but then he pushed himself off and began to walk away hurriedly.

"Excuse me, young one, but did your parents not teach you manners?" asked Qui-Gon.

The boy turned around and Obi-Wan managed to catch a glimpse of a elongated cylinder within his robes before he covered it.

"My parents died when I was one," he replied sincerely. Obi-Wan glared at his master while he just looked sheepishly at the small boy standing before him, uncaring of the bustle of the crowds that were walking around them. "But I do know manners. It's just, I don't talk to strangers."

The two Jedis were staring at him, one in amusement and the other in disbelief. The boy's eyes landed on the handmaiden and a blush bloomed on his cheeks. His eyes shone with amazement as he stared at the handmaiden, who also started to blush.

"Excuse me..." Without further ado, the boy walked off, weaving in and out of the crowd.

Obi-Wan chortled before grabbing his master's sleeve. Shaking his head as to clear his thoughts, Qui-Gon saw a small shop that he thought might have the needed parts. Striding into the small shop, a small creature came from behind the counter.

"Good day to you. What do you want?", it asked.

The three looked between themselves to see if anyone understood what it said. Taking up the initiative, the handmaiden spoke up.

"We wish to purchase ship parts for a J-Type 327 Nubian, more to the point, an hyperdrive generator."

"Ah yes, Nubian, we have lots of thata. How'sa you going to pay for all this?"

"I'm planning to pay for wit-" Qui-Gon suddenly stopped, his hands in the inner pocket of his robe. He turned silently over to Obi-Wan, in shock, and mouthed 'My lightsaber is missing.'

Qui-Gon turned back to the creature. "I'm sorry, something important has just come up. Can I come back later?"

"Of course!" the creature replied back in it's gravel-like voice.

The trio stepped outside and walked into an alleyway.

"How'd you lose your lightsaber?" Obi-Wan asked.

The handmaiden stared at Qui-Gon in amazement.

"You lost your lightsaber?" she asked incredulously. Then, after a moment, a thought struck her.

"The boy!"

The Jedis stared at her for a moment before Obi-Wan started to laugh.

"H-h-he pick-pocketed you when he bumped into you."

Qui-Gon growled at the laughing Handmaiden and his Padawan.

"C'Mon, let's go find the little thief."


After two hours of searching, they finally embarked on small tidbit of info. A Shmi Skywalker told them of a boy with green eyes who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. The three of them were impressed, but Qui-Gon paled.

"He's going to sell it..." he whispered out in fear. Turning to Shmi, he asked, "Where does he live?"

"We don't really know. He would disappear into the outskirts of the city after everyday around sunset though." she replied.

"And in what direction would he disappear to?"

Shmi looked up at the scenery around her before she turned and pointed to the south.

Turning back, she warned, "He can be very discreet if he wants to. Although they have never caught a glimpse of the boy, the local enforcers are in search of him. He has evaded them for more than 2 years to date."

The three looked between themselves in astonishment.

"If you want to find him, because I'm sure he probably toke something from you three, go to the city square and wait there. He's usually there bargaining for money until sunset."

Qui-Gon bowed and thanked her, before walking in a brisk pace towards the city square. Obi-Wan and the handmaiden hurried to follow.


It was nearly an hour later before they caught sight of the little devil. As they began to walk towards him, he turned around and saw the three. In an instant, the boy turned and began to run into the gathering crowd.

"Damn it!" Qui-Gon swore, trying to catch up to the boy. If he didn't know better, he would've thought the boy used the Force to increase his speed. Seeing the boy run into an alleyway, he followed him in but stopped as he saw that it was a dead end. There was a huge wall of granite protruding from the ground that ended the alley and the boy was no where to be seen. Fuming, Qui-Gon sat down and calmed himself, stretching out his senses. Suddenly opening his eyes, Qui-Gon's hand shot out and something hit the granite wall with an oomph. Qui-Gon got up from his position and walked towards the boy who suddenly appeared.

"May I please have my lightsaber back?"


"Now, tell me why I shouldn't just turn you over to the local enforcers?"

The boy looked sheepishly for a minute he spoke up.

"It's a secret...", he said, walking over to Qui-Gon. As the boy neared him, the boy motioned Qui-Gon to kneel onto the ground. The boy then moved over to his ear, as to tell him his secret.

"Because...you're a douche..." he whispered into Qui-Gon's right ear, before yelling out "DEAD LEG!" and punching Qui-Gon on his thigh. Qui-Gon gave a cry of surprise as his now numb legs gave out from beneath him and sent him tumbling into the sandy ground beneath him.

"Why'd you do that for, you little brat? You...you...DEMON HELL SPAWN!"

"That's for throwing me into the wall...", the boy said with a smug grin.

The handmaiden snorted into her hand.

Obi-Wan stepped up and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Jedi Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi. Just wondering...how'd you get so good at what you do?"

Twenty minutes passed as the boy told of his story, of how his parents died in a crash and how he was labelled as a freak by his own relatives. His story went on as he told them how he started going to the library to read fantasy novels of heroes and villains. He was particularly intrigued by magic and spent days attempting to achieve it. All his effort was rewarded when he successfully lifted a small toy into the air. He went on do everything his imagination came up with; turning himself invisible, blasting something apart, creating a flamethrower/water-pump/lightning-like effect, disappearing from one place to another with a small crack, and so on. Then, one Christmas Eve, he wished to go somewhere where he was needed, where he was wanted. He fell asleep and woke up to the sandy dunes of Tatooine.

"Then, you know everything that happened after that. I stole from the rich to live, but after a while I started to to accumulate more than enough for myself so I began to drop off little bags of gold to those slave families who really needed the money. I started helping them when they needed help, though most of the time without their knowledge doing so." he continued, eyes roving across the three faces but lingered on the handmaiden's longer.

Qui-Gon stared at the boy for a second before speaking up from the ground, where he was massaging his numb leg.

"You know, I have half a mind to turn you over to the local enforcers right now and collect the prize money that's been on your head," he started, ignoring the looks of amusement on his fellow travelers. "But, you're more help to those in Tatooine alive and free than in jail. So I'll make a deal with you. You get me a T-14 hyperdrive generator for a J-Type 327 Nubian, and we'll let you go."

The boy contemplated it for a minute before agreeing.

"But before I do so, can you bring me to your ship first?" the boy asked. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan looked at him confusedly. "It's so that I won't have to carry it to you or anything. I'll just bring it straight to the ship."

The three of them agreed and they set off back to the ship.


"Mesa so glad to see yousa!" cried a creature that flew off the ramp and into the two Jedis. The boy could only snort in amusement at the Gungan. The Gungan's ears perked up and it turned around.

"Whosa dis?" the Gungan asked, finally seeing the boy there.

"I'm Harry. And you?"

"Mesa Jar Jar Binks! Dis is mesa friend, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. Wesa have the Quee-EHH!" Jar Jar cried as Qui-Gon covered it's mouth with his hands, preventing him from completing the sentence. The handmaiden shook her head in exasperation.

"We, uh...have a qwee guard in the ship...nice guy, but a bit flamboyant." Qui-Gon hastily amended. Harry looked unconvinced but let it go.

"Be back in a sec..." he stated, before he disappeared with a loud crack.

The four looked between themselves before walking up the ramp and into the ship. Ric stood up from his seat in the cockpit to meet them.

"Did you get the generator?"

Obi-Wan guffawed and replied, "No, but we're putting our faith in the hands of a ten year old thief...", causing the handmaiden to giggle and Qui-Gon to smack him in the back of his head.

"Wait...a what?" Ric asked. Before anyone could answer him, a sharp crack was heard outside and a shout.

"That was pretty fast.", stated the handmaiden, surprised.

The two jedis and the pilot scrambled outside to see the boy and two generators behind him.

"I'm not sure which is which but you can have both!"

Qui-Gon turned to Ric with a grin.

"See? Told ya he'd do it..."

"I never said he wouldn't." grumbled Ric.

Laughing, Qui-Gon turned back to Harry.

"Can you put this in for us?"

At this, Harry stared at him incredulously.

"Are you kidding me? Our agreement only said for me to get you the parts! Not put it in also!" he cried vehemently.

"Well," said Qui-Gon. "Better find someone or you'll be looking at the inside of a jail cell for the next ten years of your life."

A look of anger crossed Harry's face before he waved his hand at the jet. A loud boom came from the back end as a leaking hyperdrive generator came flying out. With another wave, the working generator was replaced, metal sheeting over it and all. Before they could thank him, Harry started to walk away all the while grumbling, "Bloody extortionists...give them one thing and the requests never stop coming..."

The three looked at the retreating back of the boy before the pilot spoke up.

"He does know that a sandstorm's kicking up right? Should we ask him to stay here for the night?"

Qui-Gon waved it off before replying, "Nah. The kid can survive. Now let's hurry up and get to Coruscant."

The three of them walked into the ship, the pilot into the cockpit and the Jedis into the communication room where the handmaiden and Jar Jar were sitting.

The handmaiden was silent for a moment before speaking in a whisper, "He was strangely interesting to say the least."

A false high voice spoke up from behind them.

"Yeah, I wish he were with us on the J-Type 327 Nubian with a newly equipped T-14 Hyperdrive Generator that he so painstakingly found and stole."

The three humans jumped up in surprise. Jar Jar fell off his chair.

"You!" the handmaiden cried spotting Harry.

"Me..." That insufferable smirk was on his face again.

Ignoring the handmaiden's cry of surprise, Qui-Gon turned to Harry.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, when I left, I caught a small sliver of though from the Queen of Naboo, who surprising resides in your ship, that she thought I was cute and wanted me to come along."

Unnoticed by the two Jedis but not to Harry, the handmaiden started to blush.

"If you got that, then why did you leave?" challenged Obi-Wan.

"To get my personal affects of course..." Harry said, opening his unnoticed backpack. The four of them were introduced to a stolen lightsaber, three blasters, a huge wad of Republic Credits, a few pieces of jewelry, and a few pieces of clothing.

"How'd you get that lightsaber?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Huh? Oh...from this guy called Windu I think he was called..." Harry said nonchalantly. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon looked at each other before shaking their respective heads. It was better not knowing...


THE END OF CHAPTER 1


As you can see, I've deviated from the story line quite a bit. Anakin is still working for Watto since he wasn't introduced to Padmé and Qui-Gon. He'll probably die around the same time as Shmi dies...or I might deviate a bit more too. Maybe he'll be picked up by the Sith...

I went on urbandictionary and a qwee is a shorter name for queer.

And this will be a Padmé/Harry story.

If you see any errors in the story, please inform me. If Harry seems a bit too powerful, then go read another story to your liking. Harry got to Tatooine when he was around 9, and is now 11. Padmé is around 14

Live long and prosper my friends. And may the force be with you. :D

-CombatWars