I own neither Harry Potter, nor Star Wars. I promise to do nothing with other people's characters they haven't had them do themselves. Of course, for Star Wars, that means I could have brothers kissing their sisters, but that's a different story.

Prologue

Rotating as one, the two Delta-7 Aethersprite-class starfighters prepared to enter the atmosphere of the blue-green planet. As the first tendrils of air began to heat up the fighters, the pilots engaged a broad-spectrum electromagnetic cloak that would prevent the fragmented militaries of the native population from detecting them. The detection and offensive capabilities of the primitive planet were not a threat to them, but it was better to not be detected at all than it was to have to defend themselves.

As they sped through the upper atmosphere, they dropped their speed. Still moving far faster than any native aircraft, they made their way across a vast ocean. The lower atmosphere was thick, and bled off even more speed as they sped across the Atlantic.

The fighters, now below 10,000 feet altitude, maneuvered to follow a wide channel between two large islands. Dropping to subsonic velocity, they passed nearly unnoticed over shipping traffic. The fighters were small and relatively quiet now that they were below the speed of sound. A few deck hands on the ships below heard them pass, but most took no notice.

They passed over a few small islands just as the sun was beginning to set. The pilots could see their target landmass in the distance ahead of them. With deep lakes and rolling hills, the isle was mostly lush and green at the end of a rather mild summer. As the sun dipped below the horizon behind the fighters, the trees shone in the last light of day, showing hints of the oranges, yellows and reds of an approaching autumn.

As the craft made landfall, the few remaining beachgoers certainly noticed something as the unusual aircraft passed overhead, only a few hundred feet above the coast. The engines produced a far different sound than the fuel guzzling jet fighters anyone on this planet had ever encountered. They were traveling far too fast for anyone to get a good look at them in the darkening sky, and most of the witnesses were convinced they were a new type of prototype stealth fighter. The few who suggested aliens were laughed at, and quickly dropped the subject.

The light quickly melted into darkness as the pair sped inland. Now flying in the darkness of night, the pilots switched on enhanced night vision. The cockpit showed the landscape around them as if the sun had come back up, though tinted slightly green. They observed rail tracks that followed the valleys through wild terrain towards the lights of a small village.

One fighter was slightly ahead of the other as they banked and turned in unison, following the contours of the land below them. They followed the rail tracks until they were able to catch sight of a large, magnificent castle in the distance. The fortress was awash with the light of many torches, and was shining like a jewel in the night. Bordered to the east by a thick and forbidding forest, the castle was perched atop a steep cliff above a large, dark lake to the south. The structure was in remarkably good shape for its age. A path took a winding route through the northern edge of the forest, connecting the castle grounds to the nearby village.

The fighters banked towards the castle and made their approach over the forest at treetop level. Many animals, and some creatures that were classified as animals (even though they were far more intelligent,) were startled by their passing. They sped past the last of the trees to fly over extensive, well-kept grounds. The moon, mostly unobstructed by clouds, illuminated the speeding craft from above with a silvery light.

Passing over an aqueduct, the fighters retracted their wingtip stabilizers and came to a stop above a large courtyard. The fighters hovered for a moment, then lowered themselves into the enclosure. Deploying their landing gear, they gently touched down next to each other on one side of a paved walkway that led to the main entrance. Their engines wound down from a high pitched whine to a low hum, then disengaged and fell silent. Astromech droids integrated into the wing of each fighter began post flight maintenance as the cockpit hatches slid open. The pilots exited the cockpits and began to slowly and calmly walk towards the main entrance of the castle.

The older of the two was dressed in a light tan tunic with a dark brown cloak, while his considerably younger companion was clad in identically styled clothes in dark grey. Their hoods were up, concealing their faces. Both had pouches and pockets hidden away in their belts and cloaks that stored a strange and varied assortment of tools, equipment, weapons, and rations.

Entering the castle, the two found themselves in an entrance foyer with a main staircase going up placed between two smaller staircases going down. No one was there to greet them, save for some empty suits of armor to either side of the great oak doors. To their right was a large dining hall which appeared to be the only occupied area of the castle. A feast was about to take place.

They opened the door to the Main Hall and entered. The ceiling above them appeared to be transparent, showing the night sky. Four long tables each seated nearly 250 children of varying ages, all of them craning their necks to see a ceremony occurring towards the far end of the Hall. Even with nearly 1000 children, the Great Hall looked like it was only about a quarter full. Beyond these tables was one long head table where adults were seated, facing the children. A three legged stool had been placed before the head table, upon which a young child sat wearing a large, pointed hat so over-sized it fit over his eyes and ears.

The two cloaked figures approached the head table. The children gawked at them, following their every movement. The silence the students had maintained for the sorting ceremony was broken as they hissed questions at each other, trying to guess the identity of the mystery guests. A stern looking woman wearing black robes and a pointed hat was standing next to the child on the stool. She looked with some concern at the approaching pair.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat upon the child's head shouted out, using a rip near the brim as a mouth. The woman next to the stool moved as if on autopilot. Still staring at the strangers, she took the hat off of the child, who ran off to one of the tables near the middle of the Hall. Halfway there, he noticed the cloaked figures still making their way up the aisle towards him, and he froze. Several older students at the Hufflepuff table pulled him away and seated him on the far end of the table from the unknown visitors.

The woman, now holding the Sorting Hat, looked behind her towards the head table. A line of children still waiting to be sorted were able to get a very close look at the cloaked strangers. Even the hat seemed interested in the pair. At the head table, sitting in a throne like chair was a white haired, long bearded old man wearing midnight blue robes. He rose as the two newcomers came to a halt before the head table. Another man with a careworn face also stood, looking eagerly at the approaching strangers.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said the strangely dressed old man, staring at them with twinkling eyes behind square rimmed glasses. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this school. To whom do we owe this honor?"

The older, taller of the two reached up and lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing the weathered face, graying beard, and ancient eyes of a man who had seen too many battles, yet was ready and able to fight the next.

"I am Master Toma Kendet, and I am here to deliver a student," the stranger proclaimed.

Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes flicked over to the smaller of the two strangers.

"And does this student have a name?" the Headmaster asked, curiosity coloring his tone with an anxiousness that indicated extreme excitement. The gray clad figure brought his hood down, and stood proud and alert. His bright, green eyes studied each of the shocked adults at the head table in turn. A single braid of hair hung down his left shoulder.

"My Padawan learner," presented Toma Kendet, placing his hand on the back of the young Jedi. "Harry Potter."