Not Mine!. That should cover it.

AN: Beta'ed by, Mad about the Boro

Chapter 1:

Two Aurors in Official red dress robes walked off the lift and down the hall to a row of cells. They stopped in front of the third cell.

"The Convicted will face the wall and back up slowly to the door." One of the Aurors said and the man in the cell followed the instructions without making a sound.

The Auror reached through the bars and slipped a pair of magical shackles around the convicts wrists. The door unlocked and the convict stepped out into the torch light. He was tall and well muscled.

He was dressed in black dragon hide boots, black jeans, and a black tank top. His hair hung down in long black curtains blocking his face from the light. His arms and chest were covered in blood red runic tattoos and white scars.

The two aurors marched the convict down the hall and through a tall set of double doors and into the Death Veil room.

Seated around the room were the last remaining members of the Wizengamot, the Head of the Department of Magical Law enforcement Amelia Bones, her husband Sirius Black, and the Minister of Magic with his advisors.

The two Aurors led the convict up to the platform and turned him to face the crowd. The Minister stood and pulled out a long scroll.

"Harold James Potter, you stand before us having been convicted of the following crimes:

106 counts of murder in the first degree

26 counts of possession and use of an illegal substance, veritaserum

36 counts of kidnapping

10 counts of torture…

Harry tuned out the Minister as he took pleasure in spinning all of the details regarding his crimes. He toted the words: Innocent, upstanding pillars of the community. Heads of Ancient and Most Noble Houses. It was all lies of course, but the wizarding world was never one to admit when they were wrong.

But Harry knew.

He knew that each and every one of them were guilty of the most heinous and vile crimes against humanity. Harry knew and so did a lot of people in the room, but they needed a villain.

A scapegoat.

A sacrificial lamb for the second part of the plan to work.

Instead of listening to the bullshit being spewed forth by the head windbag, Harry did what he figured a lot of people did before they were put to death.

He looked back on his life to see how he got here.

He figured it all started about 14 years ago with the death of his parents. From that simple beginning Harry's whole life had led up to this moment.

You see Harry was raised from the age of one and a half to become the ultimate weapon. A Shadow assassin, and he used those skills to hunt Death Eaters. And he was very good at hunting Death Eaters. So good in fact that he became the thing that all grey heroes end up becoming: Feared.

Feared by the dark and the light all the same. The thing that made even the nocturnal scum afraid of the dark.

He was made this way by his surrogate father and mentor, Albus Dumbledore.

With the help of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry was forged into a instrument of death.

He didn't really begrudge them for his making, in fact he was proud of what he was. Not the part about being a killer. No he was proud to be a warrior of light that fought against the ultimate evil. It was through this prism of a warrior that he approached his life, and ultimately his death.

Harry looked out over the crowd and locked eyes with Sirius. They shared a sad smile, and Harry projected calming and loving thoughts in to his head. It was indicative of their relationship. Sirius might have been his legal guardian but he acted more like his older brother. Whereas everyone else taught him important skills he would need for his prophesized destiny, Sirius taught him about the parents he never knew and how to have a life. Two things Harry really never appreciated until later in life. But for the rest of his skills he looked to his other teachers.

From the age of four Harry was taught wandless magic and how to enchant things using runes and rituals by Albus. With the help of a Time Turner, Harry was spending three days turned for every calendar day. By the time he reached the age of eight he could have sat for his NEWT's in Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Runes.

Next he was taught martial arts, from a six foot tall Japanese werewolf pack leader named Hong, at the age of nine. His intense training regiment transformed his four foot tall 100lb frame, into a hulking six foot tall 300lb killer.

On his up days Alistair Moody schooled him in the procedures and practices of the DMLE. He also taught him stealth, tracking, and how to blend in with the shadows at age ten.

He learned how to use firearms from an American hit man that went by the name Smith, and only Smith, at the age of 11.

Till this day Harry wasn't sure whether Smith was his first name, or his last, but he was sure of one thing; under his tutelage he had become very good. But it was his blade combat lessons, under the English vampire Elder William, that scared Albus.

Harry was an artist with edged weapons. Even blindfolded he could take on any four Order Members in a sword fight. Even Albus and Severus, two world champion dualists fell to his fast and vicious attacks. Albus said he just knew where and when to strike. Seven years up time and twenty-one under Time Turner had turned a thin boy into a hulking six foot tall man carved out of steel and stone.

But that's not the only thing he learned. Each one of his teachers and friends had a hand in shaping the man he was becoming.

Albus gave him his strict sense of right and wrong, and his love of languages and magical artefacts.

Hong showed him how to meditate and centre himself to find his inner peace.

Severus showed him how to cheat at cards using the mind arts.

Moody showed him how to drink and how to distil and age his own booze.

Smith taught him how to enchant weapons, and how to buy guns on the black market.

Elder William showed him how to make a magic forge and the art of blacksmithing. From that day forward Harry could be found standing over the anvil hammering away whenever he was feeling angry.

Andromeda Tonks taught him manors, culture, and the art of politics.

Her daughter Nymphadora showed him how to have fun.

It seemed like it was all for naught though.

The peace of the years after the first war seamed to last, and even gave them a sense of hope that maybe Harry's skills were not needed. That is until June of 1992 when Albus' fears were validated. The Dark Lord, who was living in the back of the defence teachers head for the whole school year, tried to steal the sorcerer's stone. First from it's vault in Gringotts and then again in Hogwarts. Albus confronted and killed him with Harry's help but with the conformation that he was still around Harry redoubled his efforts, and Albus used the elixir from the stone in a ritual to give Harry more power.

The ritual required a lot of time and pain but in the end Harry had his magical core expanded by double. Plus he thought the red tattoos looked really cool too.

Little did he know how the side effects of the ritual would affect him in the future.

On October 31,1992 Harry was called to Hogwarts in the middle of the night to find the chamber of secrets.

A week after that Halloween night Harry still had no clue where the chamber was nor who opened it. He was stalking the halls of Hogwarts from the shadows in the dead of night when a first year girl walked out of her common room in a trance. He ghosted after her and found the chamber.

After the girl left Harry conjured up a rooster and locked himself in the chamber.

The next morning Albus found Harry in his office sitting on one of the chairs by the fireplace. Harry handed Albus the diary pierced by a huge fang and pointed to a trunk sitting in the corner.

"Basilisk." he said before taking a sip of his scotch.

"Really?" Albus said looking in the trunk "My God! That was in the school?!" He asked pointing at the huge head of the beast.

"Under the girls bathroom on the second floor." Harry said ironically. "The diary is also a Horcrux too. Look at the name inside." Harry said pointing to the book.

"T.M. Riddle." Albus said looking at the small print through a magnifying glass. "So it's as I suspected. He's made more than one." Albus said sadly. "I'll need to call a meeting at once. Can you stay for it or do you need to rest my boy?" Albus asked looking the man in black over.

"I can stay if you pore me another drink." Harry said floating the crystal tumbler over to Albus.

Four floo calls and a double Scotch later and they were joined by Minerva, Amelia, Sirius, and Severus.

When they were all seated Albus filled them in on what Harry found. "Now that you know everything I'd like to hear your opinions on where we go from here?" Albus asked.

"I think I should get some of the younger members and the students together and start looking into where the rest of those horrible things are." Minerva said pointing to the diary.

"And I'll redouble our off the books surveillance coverage on the inner circle D.E.'s, hopefully we can find some clues that way, but it's doubtful. They play their cards very close to the vest." Amelia said.

"I think this last attack proves that Harry should start attending Hogwarts. Our combined knowledge and wards couldn't detect that thing but Harry found it in one week. I think the school would be much safer with him on the grounds." Sirius said. "If not as a student then as Severus' assistant potions professor." He added when Harry gave him an angry stare.

"For once I agree with the mutt." Severus said. "He needs to be here in case something like last year happens again. It took him ten minutes to get here and help Albus kill the Dark Lord's shade. That was after months of us all not seeing Quirrell for the host that he was. Something Harry could have spotted from the opening feast. I'm sorry Harry but you're needed here." Severus said with a cocky smirk.

"We've been over this before. I will not attend this school full of snot nosed kids. I'm not a child despite how I look. I do not need to learn silly wand waving as you like to put it Sev. Wand magic is for the weak willed and slow minded. And as far as being Severus' assistant, I'd rather not. No telling what I'd do to one of the little brats. The first time your little God son gives me lip, I might kill the little Satan spawn!" Harry said with distain.

"Besides that I think it's time I started to take out the trash. That means night time missions. I'm not going to let these Death Eater scumbags walk around free anymore. For too long Malfoy and his band of marry little bottom feeders have been allowed to live. I think it's time to start the next phase of our plan. Starting with Malfoy and working my way down I'm going to take them all out. I plan on hitting Malfoy Manor in two days. I'll get you transcripts of their interrogations Amelia. You can have your Auror crews start running down leads from that." Harry said coldly as he finished his drink.

He stood up and kissed Minerva and Amelia on the cheek, before cuffing Sirius on the back of his head and bowing to Severus. He handed his tumbler to Albus saying a quite good night before taking the floo back to the London flat he was staying at with the Tonks family.

The people he left behind all shared a look between themselves.

Amelia and Minerva both looked sad for two different reasons. Amelia because this was the start of the bloodshed that was to come. For Minerva it was a sadness over the death of what little childhood Harry still had left.

Albus looked resolute in the fact that Harry was going to have to take that last step and start putting his training to use.

Sirius saw his own look of disappointment reflected in his childhood enemy/ new friend.

They had been talking about slowing Harry's training down so that he would have a chance to be a young man before he had to go off to war. Something they both wish they had growing up during the last rise of the Dark Lord.

It was Severus that spoke first. "While I can't fault his logic nor could I stop him from performing his task I must restate my previous point, Harry needs to understand what it means to live before he goes too far down a dark path. His life cannot consist of training and missions. A man that has nothing to live for loses the understanding of what living means. And that man loses the value of a life." Severus said deep in thought.

He had long forgotten his hatred for James Potter, and now he wanted to do all that he could to help Lilly's boy make it through the war.

"I agree. My niece has it bad for him. I think we go through with our plan to have Harry tutor some of the kids. Albus you have to order him to do it." Sirius said.

"I can't order him to do anything Sirius, but I will try to get him to agree." Albus said deep in thought.

Harry started his nightly hunts with the inner circle Death Eaters. Using the things Moody taught him about Auror investigation tactics he could make his kills look like accidents and bad luck.

The escaped Death Eaters had a bad run of "Accidents". A mugging here, a murder/suicide there, slipping in the shower, floo powder explosions… you name it, it happened.

He also captured and interrogated a lot of them when he could, collecting names for the next hunt.

After six months he had a spy network up and running with the help of three others: Amelia, Andromeda, and Neville.

Amelia was his inside man in the Aurors, she fed him information on suspected Death Eaters and made sure all of the evidence pointed to accidents and random murder with Moody's help.

Andromeda handled the money, and the political power. Using shell corporations and the Potter gold she gained control over a large portion of the wizarding economy making it harder for the pure bloods to make money. On the Wizengamot side she sat proxy for Sirius and voted to limit power held by the dark families.

Neville was Harry's go between for his great uncle Algernon Croaker, head of the Department of Mysteries, and more importantly Harry's supplier of tools to get the job done. Be it an experimental new truth potion that worked faster, or armour that absorbed spells and light.

Neville was also Harry's source of gossip in Hogwarts. If a Death Eater told their kid something and they blabbed about it Harry knew minutes after it happened.

Harry also started to tutor a group of students. Three times a week. At first he hated it but soon he adjusted to them and they made huge leaps in magic.

Harry also started spending more time with Tonks. She was in her seventh year with an acceptance to the academy already signed by Amelia.

Then on September first 1994 Sirius' worst fears were realized. Ronald Wesley was kidnapped from platform 9 ¾. His body was left at the front gates of Hogwarts with a note announcing the return of the Dark Lord that same night.

Harry blamed himself for not being there to stop it from happening and he promised Arthur and Molly he would never let something like this happen again. He didn't waste any time either. He redoubled his efforts.

Two weeks later Tom Riddle broke into Azkaban and freed his people.

A week after that, he attacked Diagon Alley, killing six people and robbing the apothecary blind. Harry arrived just in time to save a group of children hiding in the ice cream shop from three masked men. He got in a shot at Tom too, but he got away.

On Halloween he attacked Hogsmeade during a Hogsmeade weekend with 200 Death Eaters.

Albus and Harry pushed them back and saved the students but Albus took a bone breaker curse to the chest and died in Harry's arms.

His last words were "No matter what it takes, I want you to kill them, kill them all before they hurt anymore innocents."

Harry contacted Smith for a meeting that night.

Harry was waiting for Smith in an old abandoned warehouse.

"Harry, I heard about what happened. I'm sorry for your loss." Smith said in a rare show of emotions.

"I knew the day would come when he would no longer be around, I mean he was very old after all, but I thought I would have more time…" Harry trailed off. "Anyway I called you because I need some supplies. You still have that guy that can get military grade weapons and explosives right?" Harry asked handing over a list.

"Yeah, let's see what you need… Wow, Harry that's a lot of explosives. Are you planning to use it all in one place?" Smith asked looking at the words: 20lbs of C4 scribbled on the paper along with a few other hard to get items.

"Yes." Harry said without blinking.

"Okay. I can get it to you in two days, that good with you?"

"Yeah, it will give me time to set up the other part of my plan." Harry said as he stepped back and disappeared into the shadows.

"That kid scares the hell out of me." Smith said unaware that Harry was still there. A look of hurt flashed across his face before becoming blank once again.

Two days later Harry kidnapped a low level Death Eater and strapped a vest with 20 lbs of C4 wrapped in 2,000 steel ball barring the size of grape shot to his chest. He added a military GPS to his waist. And waited for Tom to call a meeting.

When the mark glowed red Harry possessed the Death Eater and made him apparate to the location of the meeting.

Harry watched the GPS tracker on a screen and when it stopped moving Harry called the bomb.

When he apparated to the GPS coordinates he saw an the old manor house. Ghosting up to the house he kicked in the front door. With a shield charm on his left hand and a gun in the right he canvassed the house killing everyone that didn't die from the bomb, until he made it to the throne room in the basement. Harry found all of the Death Eaters dead and Voldy missing a large chuck of his lower body.

Harry pulled his head back ripped his mind open. He found out why he was still not dead yet. Though the diary was the biggest piece of his soul that he split off. There were five more out there including the one in his own head.

If Harry was mad before he was steaming now. Harry got the locations and passwords from Tom's head violently before conjuring a roll of gaff tape and magic suppressing chains. He tied the still bleeding dark lord up and stashed him in a safe house in London.

Harry then went back to the riddle property and bombarda'ed the old gaunt shack. He summoned the ring and turned it into a portkey. He set it on the ground and tapped it with his glowing finger sending the ring to the middle of an active volcano.

He then apparated to Hogwarts and ghosted up to the room of requirements he put the crown inside a pocket of his coat and once he was outside of the wards he portkeyed the crown to the same place.

Next, he popped over to the platform in the middle of the lake of inferi. He said the password and took the locket only to find it was a fake.

Harry was so mad that he collapsed the cave with an out of control burst of raw magic; incinerating the inferi in a cloud of fire and rage.

The next day Harry and Andromeda walked into Gringotts and asked for a meeting with the head goblin.

As soon as they said the cup was a Horcrux, Ragnook started yelling about the befoulment of one of his vaults.

The director had a goblin open the vault and Harry took the cup outside of the wards and banished it to the volcano. As soon as he did he could feel the fragment inside his head leave. He checked Tom and found him dead.

Harry called Croaker and had him make sure he was dead.

Harry called a meeting of the Order that night.

"It's all done now. The only thing left to do is to take the body to the Ministry and see what happens." Harry said taking a sip of his tea.

"Harry are you sure it's a good idea. I mean what if they arrest you? You know how the ministry works. They won't let you get away with killing all of those pure blood Heads of House. They'll want blood for that Harry!" Tonks said with tears in her eyes.

"I know. That's why I'm going to go along with their ruling. Let's face it, if they try to break me they will, eventually everyone talks. Then they'll start looking into this group. I'm going to take all of the blame for all of the crimes. They won't come for you guys because I gave you up under torture. Besides you all know this was going to happen, it's been the plan from the beginning. Now I'm going to go take a nap, when I leave the house I want you to get the four contingency plans in place. Depending on their ruling I'm going to need you guys to have those plans in place. I'm counting on you guy, so don't let me down." Harry said getting up from the table.

The Ministry of Magic lobby was bustling with workers rushing in and out of the building. Aurors were running to and from fireplaces responding to reports of missing pureblood Heads of House. This had been going on for two days now but it all stopped when a man dressed in all black walked through one of the fireplaces. It wasn't really the man so much as the body he had slung over his shoulder that had people stopping in their tracks to stare. It was the badly burnt body of Voldemort. The three aurors standing in the hall drew their wands and surrounded the man in black.

"Is that He-Who-Must-not-be-Named?" One of the aurors asked.

"Why, yes it is." Came the reply from under the hood.

"Who are you?" The same Auror asked.

The man lowered his hood to reveal the face of a teenager with long black hair pulled tight into a ponytail, and glowing green eyes. "I wish to speak to Amelia Bones." He said in a low voice that carried through the whole hall.

And so here he was about to be put through the veil of death. He looked up into the audience and spotted Croaker. Locking eyes with him Harry asked if everything was in place. Getting a nod in reply Harry smiled and looked at the Minister.

"… For the crimes mentioned you are to be put through the veil of death. The convicted may make a final request, and statement." Fudge said.

Harry looked up at the audience and spotted the rest of his friends. Harry made eye contact with each of them and smiled before looking up at Fudge.

"I request that the shackles be removed." Harry said and Fudge nodded.

One of the aurors pulled out a key and Harry flexed his arms to get the feeling back in his hands.

"Thank you. I would like to say that from the very beginning I was made to be what you see before you. I am but a tool for the down fall of the darkness. I know that a large portion of you voted for my death because I killed what you people call upstanding citizens, but I also know a number of you voted for my death because you fear me. Someone once said you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain. I know there is no place for me in your so called civilized world, but I can only hope that the next world will have use of me, and my skills. I was forged to be a weapon, and it is all I know and all that I am."

As Harry finished his last word he was thinking of a conversation he had some time ago with Albus…They were sitting in his office after Harry gave a report to the Order. Harry was sipping tea and looking out the window.

"Something's bothering you. What is it my son." Albus asked from his desk.

"They fear me. I can see it in their eyes." Harry said not turning around.

"Who fears you Harry?" Albus asked.

"The Order. When I gave my report on my activities I could see the fear in their eyes. Some of them hide it better than others but I can still see it." Harry said setting his cup down. "Do I scare You, father?" He asked in a soft voice.

"No my son! Of course not!" Albus said standing up and hugging Harry.

"Will there be a day when I won't scare others?" Harry asked.

"I don't know son, but if things ever get too bad and you feel like there is nowhere for you to go then I might have a place for you to go to start fresh. I've been doing research on the veil of death hoping to use it as a way for us to get rid of some of the harder to explain dead people and I cracked the rune inscription. Harry I don't think it's a one way ticket to the afterlife. I think it's a portal to another world. Maybe another universe. All you need to open up the portal is this crystal." He said holding up a long green crystal spike.

Harry turned around and looked at the base of the veil of death.

There, imbedded in a key hole on the side of the vale was the glowing green crystal Harry smirked flipped off the minister, bombarda'ed the section where he was seated killing him and the rest of the scum in the ministry and jumped through the vale.

The pain was intense.

Every fibre of his being was on fire.

He was spinning in a black void being sucked towards a destination he could not see and when he thought he could take no more he was flung out of the darkness through a vale much like the one he jumped through.

He landed in a pitch dark room.

Casting a low powered lumos he saw the room was made of what looked like obsidian.

Harry sat up as he scanned the room for threats. He saw he was alone in the cave like room with only one door. He walked to the door and opened it to find a wall of concrete behind it. Harry tried to cast a cutting charm but nothing happened.

Frowning Harry dropped the lumos spell and accessed his core. He found his magic levels almost depleted to the exhaustion point.

Concentrating on what he had left Harry put both hands on the wall and cast a blasting charm.

The last thing he saw before passing out was a little green face.

(37BBY)

Harry woke without opening his eyes. Years of training helped him to remain perfectly still and he used his other senses to figure out where he was.

From the smells, sounds, and feel of the very uncomfortable bed he was laying on he figured he was in a hospital somewhere.

Feeling out with his Magic, Harry felt his levels were back up to full, so if he was being held somewhere he could break out and escape.

Cracking open an eye he saw he was right. He was in a white room dressed in a hospital gown.

The door slid open and an attractive blond woman in white robes walked in holding some kind of device that looked like a notebook.

With a wave of his hand he put the doctor to sleep and levitated her to sit in a chair. He used legilimency on her to find out what was going on and where he was. After a few minutes in her head he figured out that he was on a planate called Coruscant in a place called the Jedi temple.

He figured out that the wizards of this place called themselves Jedi and could only do limited wandless magic. Instead they relied on swords made of light.

He also figured out that they were the peacekeepers of the galaxy.

At this point the door to the room opened and a little green house elf walked in using a cane. He saw Harry sitting up in bed and the Healer slumped over in a chair.

"Hurt is she?" The elf asked gripping his cane tighter.

"No." Harry said looking through the doctors memories he put a name to the face and then he realized he was talking to the head of the Order he quickly added "Master." Before bowing his head in respect.

"Done something you have? Hum." The little green elf asked

"Yes I put her to sleep and looked through her thoughts to figure out where I am. I'm sorry about all of this, but I woke up in a strange place, and my training kicked in." Harry said looking ashamed; as he enervated the doctor with a wave of his hand.

She shot up out of the chair and looked around.

"I'm sorry for putting you to sleep and looking at your thoughts. I woke up in a strange place and my training kicked in." Harry said bowing to the doctor.

She sat back down and nodded. "No harm done. I understand. You were out for two days and I would expect you to be disoriented." she said.

"Good, dressed you should get. A meeting we have to attend." Yoda waved his hand and a door opened to a closet where Harry's pants and shirt were hung.

"Actually I think I will retrieve my things if you don't mind." Harry said before running his glowing finger across his left shoulder cutting into his skin.

Sticking his fingers into the hole caused the doctor to look at him in horror. He retrieved a very small black cube from under his skin and resealed the hole which caused the doctor to look at him in awe.

He set the small cube down and tapped it with his finger and it expanded to become a black trunk. He popped it open and slid down the ladder and into the big room.

He walked over to a wardrobe and pulled the doors open to reveal a huge walk-in closet. Walking to the back wall he pulled a black long sleeve dress shirt, black dragon hide vest, and black dragon hide pants off the rack.

On the way out he grabbed underclothes and a pair of black boots. He took the first black dragon hide duster off a rack full of them.

Harry then looked at the big door of his weapons safe and shook his head deciding not to take out any of his weapons. He didn't want to alarm anyone by carrying guns or swords.

Harry quickly ascended the ladder and shut the trunk. When he saw the shocked looks the other two were giving him he smiled.

"My travelling trunk. Hugely expanded, and holding everything I own. I will be ready in a few minutes Master." Harry said to Yoda as he walked into the bathroom, 'no Fresher' he corrected himself as he continued to assimilate the doctor's memories with his own.

Harry walked slowly next to the small Jedi master. As they made the long walk to the council chambers they exchanged their life stories. With Harry telling Yoda about his upbringing and his mission to bring down the Death Eaters and the dark lord; while Yoda told him about the Jedi Order.

When they got to the council chambers Harry walked to the middle of the room and calling on the new knowledge he dropped to a knee and bowed his head. Yoda took a seat and hummed.

"Rise you will young one. Much to tell the others you do. Harry Potter this is, from a world of Force users he comes. Raised to be a light warrior he was. Very strong in the force he is. Done much he has in his young life. Tell you all he told me, he will."

Yoda made a wave with his hand and Harry started to talk. As he walked them through his life story he judged their reactions to parts of his tale.

On the whole they seemed to go along with what he was saying and they where toughly disgusted with the Ministry of his home world.

When he got to the part about his ghost assassinations a few of the council members were staring at him in shock. This made Harry sad because it looked like these people were going to treat him like the people from back home.

When he finished his story Mace summed it up the best by asking incredulously: "HE SPLIT HIS SOUL?!"

"Yes, and until I destroyed most of the pieces, he could keep coming back to life." Harry said.

After an hour of answering questions ranging from "How did you get here?" to "Was it absolutely necessary to kill all of those, what did you call them? Death Eaters?" Yoda held up his hand to bring the Council to silence.

"What to do with him, the question is." Yoda said limping up to Harry.

Harry dropped to his knee to be on the same level as the small aging master.

"If I may be so bold?" Harry asked. And at Yoda's nod Harry looked at the other masters "In my world I was a weapon to be used against the dark side. Taught to put the needs of the many over those of my own. Discipline, Duty, and Honour. It is all that I know, and it is all that I am. With that in mind I would like to be a Jedi." he said with confidence.

"Out of the question!" Ki Adi Mundi said "The boy is too old for Jedi training."

"But training he already has." Yoda said giving Ki Adi Mundi a dirty look. "Needs help in adapting his training to that of the Jedi way, he does."

"But master he has much darkness in him. I can feel it from here" Ki Adi Mundi said out loud what many of the other members were thinking.

"True but, succumbed to it he has not. Free of the taint of the dark side he is." Yoda defended.

"My only question is who will train him?" Mace asked. He knew Yoda long enough to know when the aging master made up his mind about something.

"Train him I will." Yoda said with a big smile. Harry bowed his head in respect. As did the other members of the council. "Come my young apprentice. Not long will your training take. Foresee great things from you I do." Yoda said as Harry stood from the floor and bowed to the other council members before following his new master out of the room. "Tell me my young Padawan, knew of most of our customs how did you, Hmmm?" Yoda asked.

"When I used legilimency on the healer, Tenzan, I read most of her thoughts. I saw her knowledge of the Jedi, of the temple, and of temple life. I also read her knowledge about the galaxy. She is a very knowledgeable lady, Master."

"Good." Yoda said as they walked into a training room with Jedi masters and Padawans training. "Then know what this is you will." Yoda said tossing Harry a training lightsaber hilt from off the wall.

Harry yanked it out of the air and thumbed the activation switch on. With a snap-hiss the blue blade came to life. Harry gave it a few swings to get used to the weight of the blade, or lack of one. Before he fell into a Kata from his countless hours of training under Elder William.

After running through his Kata Harry looked the saber over and made a face.

"The blade is off by a little bit. But it is enough to throw off my form Master." Harry said spinning the saber around a few times at high speed.

"A practice saber it is. A custom weapon you will make, when ready I think you are. But use it you can?" Yoda asked.

"Yes master." Harry said with a bow. He then looked around at the other Jedi in the room most of them where looking at him. Using passive legilimency Harry picked up a few thoughts. Most of them where along the lines of "Who is the Sith?" and "He's too old to be a youngling, but he doesn't have a Padawan braid."

"Good, Master Fisto, your Padawan may I barrow?" Yoda asked.

Smiling big the Master called his Padawan over and bowed to the small master. "Yes Master Yoda. Is this a new Padawan?" The master asked.

"Yes, my Padawan he will be. Harry Potter meet Master Kit Fisto and his Padawan Bant Eerin. Spar with Padawan Eerin, I would like you." Yoda said.

Harry shrugged out of his black duster and let it fall to the floor revealing his Black dragon hide vest with black ceramic armour plates completing the Sith look, or so a few of the Jedi thought.

Harry rolled his neck and with a satisfied smirk heard his neck make three popping sounds as he tied his long black hair back.

Harry dropped into a slight crouch and watched the other Padawan with cold, calculating green eyes.

Bant looked to her master before unclipping her training saber and bowing to the Padawan in all black.

Yoda banged his cane on the floor and called begin.

In a flourish of movement Bant attacked with everything she had trying to show off for the Master of the Jedi Council, but every strike was met with the blue blade of her opponent.

After a minute of quick attacks Bant backed off and circled her opponent. Looking him over.

Whereas Bant was sweating and out of breath. The only way she could tell Harry was alive was the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

After making two trips around Harry she force ran at Harry's back. But she was met again by her opponent's blue blade. Three more blows later they were stuck in an over head blade lock.

Bant was pushing with all her might but Harry did not move.

Then Harry did something the Padawan was not expecting. He deactivated his saber while taking a sidestep.

With the abrupt loss of the pressure on her green lightsaber blade Bant fell face first to the floor.

When she rolled over on the floor Harry was standing over her with the blade of his blue saber centimetres away from her throat.

"Do you yield?" Was Harry's first and only words spoken during the short five minute dual.

"Yes." She said and Harry helped her up. Clutching his arm felt like grabbing solid granite.

Harry returned to his Master's side. Yoda looked around the room at all of the other Jedi that had stopped what they were doing to watch the fight. His eyes locked with Qui-Gon's and two sets of eyebrows were raised.

Qui-Gon turned to his Padawan and nodded his head in the direction of Harry.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened and then he bowed.

As Obi-Wan approached Harry the crowd parted to let the Soresu adept through. Obi-Wan stopped ten feet in front of Harry and bowed to him.

Harry looked down at Yoda, and at the little Masters nod Harry stepped forward and bowed his head. Again Yoda slammed his cane, and called begin.

This time the two combatants stood ten feet away from each other holding their sabers and stared at each other for a solid three minutes.

Final Yoda said "Attack you could, you know my Padawan?" With a hint of humour.

Harry took the words to heart. Dropping his blade down to waist height and pointed slightly back, he dropped into a low crouch and launched himself at Obi-Wan as hard and fast as he could.

Harry rained twenty strikes down in the first three seconds. Obi-Wan blocked the first ten lightning fast strikes but Harry ended up giving Obi-Wan six burns in his opening servo. Harry then jumped into the air and flipped around Obi-Wan coming up behind Obi-Wan and grabbing him in a head lock with his blue blade held next to the shorter Padawan's neck.

"Do you yield?" Harry growled into Obi-Wan's ear and Obi-Wan felt true fear for the first time in his life.

In less than five seconds he had multiple burns all over his body and he was held in an iron tight grip.

"I yield." Obi-Wan wheezed out.

Harry let go of him and Obi-Wan collapsed to the floor of the training room. Harry just walked over to his Master and stood strictly.

Over the next two hours. Harry took on three more Padawan's, six Knights, and four Masters including Qui-Gon.

In all of the fights Harry used only defence, but when his opponents backed off Harry would attack with lightning fast strikes and force attacks.

In the end only Qui-Gon gave him much of a fight and even then when he saw he was well matched Harry just lock blades with him and stunned him with his left hand.

Again after the fight Harry calmly stood next to Yoda as the small Jedi Master just nodded.

Walking away from the training room Yoda turned to his new Padawan and shook his head.

"Know much you do, but much to teach you I have. First, braid your hair we must huhuhuhmmmm." The little master said with a laugh.