A/N: I own nothing. Requested by Panther-Strife

Chapter One: A Grievous Miscalculation. (Part 1)

Harry Potter found himself facing one of the most dangerous opponents he had ever faced for what felt like the millionth time. It caused many the wary man to succumb to rather dark thoughts that shouldn't be discussed in polite company; it caused the most dedicated of men to ponder their worth; and was, sadly the mother of innovation.

"Captain's log of the Starship Seeker. Star date… two lines over coma…" Like clock work Harry began his Kirk-esc recording of the ship's events. "I think." Harry shifted in his seat, trying and failing to make himself comfortable in the fake leather chair. "Adrift for what feels like eternity through the eternal vacuum of space has taken a toll on both me and the crew." Which was just him and Fawkes. "I believe my first mate Fawkes is planning a mutiny his only deterrent being that he needs my thumbs to pilot the ship… and open bags… and clean after him…" Harry trailed off wondering what Spock would do… "Things have become episodic in nature and tinkering with Hermione's bits has become my only true joy," Hermione being his trusty blaster, a gift from idiot who tried to extort him, Harry shot first. "as I continue my voyage to go where Padfoot has probably gone before."

Truly, there was no enemy as powerful as boredom.

Yet, who could truthfully blame Harry for succumbing to such a persistent foe? There were few fulfilling things one could do when lost in space… like watching old tv shows on a shielded computer and then acting them out when Fawkes wasn't looking or smash one's head against a wall, but mostly he would just stare out into the endless black of space and trace back the events that lead him to the cockpit of his very own spaceship.

It wasn't anyone's fault, honest, things just seemed to push him to this outcome. Not that he would regret stepping through the Veil, not if it gave him a chance at finding Sirius.

First, there was his break up with Ginny, nothing horrible happened, they were just going in two very different directions. Ginny wanted to be an international star and Harry just wanted a relatively calm life… things just sort of fell apart from there. Ron and Mrs. Weasley were particularly devastated when they'd heard the news, Ron had stopped speaking to him for a while… probably would have been longer if Hermione hadn't straightened him out

Secondly, Kingsley had moved him over to the Hall of Mysteries, where Harry had become an unofficial Unspeakable. The man wanted someone he could trust guarding some of the most brilliant minds in the wizarding world. Harry would be surprised if seven unbelievable things didn't happen each day after joining the mysterious group.

Which brought him to the third point.

The third event was what really sealed his fate, one of the swimming brains had escaped containment and found its way to the Veil. Harry had been half convinced the brain belonged to a Malfoy, with the way it managed to evade every wizard that tried to catch it. The Unspeakables had this piece parchment, like the Marauder's Map, that tracked the things but only if it were alive. After jumping into the Veil they were surprised to see it still bleeping on the map truly alive.

Months of testing and sending other live things in proved that there was life beyond the Veil. The news spread like wild fire and suddenly there were wizards from every nation visiting the Veil. A year later there were talks about sending a wizard in, but they were only talks.

By his twenty third birthday, Harry was offered the chance so brave death once more. His friends were devastated when they heard he had accepted. Ron had cried fro the better part of a week never leaving his best mates side and apologizing for every preserved insult he had ever offered his friend. Hermione had smashed her fist across his face and proceeded to lecture him about how irresponsible he was being… she had eventually brought him a back pack made from Horntail hide filled with consumables for his trip and a computer filled with information and shows she thought he might like. Ginny… well… she took it the hardest, she slapped him, then kissed him, then shagged him, then slapped him again, and then started crying… the sheer speed in which the things happened still had his head spinning. Luna and Neville had been the calmest of the bunch, particularly because Luna was convinced he would be fine and the chance that he would see a Crumple Horned Snorkack was even greater across the Veil.

Against his wishes there was a parade in his honor. Many prople cherred cheered Harry on as he went to make history. Half way through Fawkes had perched himself on Harry's shoulder and refused to leave. The Unspeakables had Harry dress in a green jacket made out of basilisk skin, they looked sort of like his quidditch robes if you asked him, and a rock he could use to communicate with them, and sent him on his merry way.

Harry couldn't particularly say how crossing the Veil felt since he couldn't really remember it. It was sort of like being put to sleep by Madam Pomfrey, one second he was in the death room the next he was on his ass just outside of an oddly shaped cave.

Harry's first encounter wasn't anything to boast about, a small alien woman with greenish yellow skin and a large pair of circular glasses, going by the name of Maz, had found him. She fed him and gave him a place to stay. He helped around the cantina, hoping to gain the lay of the land, so to speak. Apparently the galaxy was governed by the Republic, a republic at the brink of war with a group rallying behind a mysterious count from Serenno.

He heard about some wizard type sect called the Jedi that were apparently near the top of the Republic's spheres but not much was actually known about them

He spent a year there, learning how to fly, how to read (something that still gave him difficulty), and how to haggle. To everyone's surprise, Harry piloted freighters like he'd been doing it all his life. He had particularly fallen in love with a thirty year old YT-1300fp, which he wound up buying… against Maz's advice. Showing that he had wealth wasn't always the best idea when dealing with the people that frequented Maz's cantina. He should have been suspicious when they threw in the astromech and the badass helmet for free.

That was a little less than a year ago today… or had it been more? It was rather difficult telling time when there was no sun.

Harry had spent exactly two hundred seventy eight days adrift after entering hyperspace in hopes of going to Coruscant. The system had crashed half way and by the time harry had realized the mapping data had all been erased the stupid bucket of bolts had initialized another jump.

Harry ran his hands over his face and sighed. Two years explained in just a few minutes, two years and he was nowhere closer to finding Sirius than when he'd first stepped through the Veil.

The food had been stretched as far as it would go… if they didn't find a planet soon and one that could have edible food, and hopefully fuel, he would surely died. He doubted the bird would die, phoenixes were supposed to be eternal after all. Maybe that was why the Unspeakables allowed Fawkes to go with him? Eternity versus Death...

Clearly, they forgot that the brain had crossed with no trouble. If only the rock had worked… it was like the Horcrux hunt all over again, except on a galactic scale.

Harry rose from his chair with as much motivation as he could muster. The worn grey walls of the Seeker's cockpit corridor had become a rather familiar sight but not as familiar as white walls of the circular main corridor that allowed him access to every part of the ship. As soon as he stepped into the rotunda Harry took a right. He walked past the boarding ladders and one of the three cabins on his ship and entered the engineering bay that Fawkes had claimed to be his room.

"Hey Fawkes." Said bird was perched happily on the green astromech's head, mindlessly nipping at his plumage. "I'm going to need the dustbin for a bit." Fawkes looked up at Harry a good minute before nodding his head. The red bird lifted off the droid and flew into the main corridor.

"Probably going to one of the other cargo holds." He told himself absent mindedly.

"Now," Harry said crouching down. "let us see if you'll cooperate." Switching the droid on the droid was a rather simple endeavor, pressing a small button near the base of its head.

As soon as the old bucket of bolt's lights started flickering on the blasted thing panicked. "BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEEEP, BEEEEP." Harry was unprepared for the droid's sudden movement and was easily over taken by its rush. "

Calm down." He said pushing R6-O5 off of him. The green droid disengaged from Harry and began zooming around the engineering bay.

"BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP." R6 continued to screech.

"Silencio." Harry watched as the droid eventually slowed down, finally noticing that its annoying little sound had been cut off. R6 stopped and looked at him expectantly. "Do I have your attention?" There was a flicker of light and a rotation in. "Good. I need you to dig into your memory banks at take us to the nearest habitable system." He paused after receiving no reaction. "Can you do it?" R6 flicked its lights from red to blue twice and spun its head once. Unsure what that meant, Harry took a step back and motioned it out of the engineering bay.

Once in the main corridor Harry decided that a threatening bluff would help motivate R6. "I should probably warn you, that if you jump us into dark space one more time, Fawkes is getting that bird feeder he's always wanted." Taking the threat at face value R6 doubled his speed. Harry couldn't stop a laugh from escaping as they ducked into the access corridor.

Much to Harry's Fawkes was sitting atop the control console. The old phoenix had avoided the room like dragon pox after the first failed hyperspace jump. "What are you doing here?"

Fawkes flew right at him and perched himself on his left shoulder. The bird trilled happily, rubbing his body against he side of Harry's face. The young wizard took that as a good omen.

'Something that Sybil Trelawney clearly never heard of.' Harry chuckled at his own joke, like he so often did, and readied to fly amongst the endless sea of stars.

R6 slid next to the wall and attached himself to the ship beeping madly as he did so. It took the droid a good twenty minutes to finish imputing the coordinates and by then the atmosphere of adventure had surely diminished, but then again time was meaningless when alone.

When the droid disconnected from the computer Harry sat down on the left chair flipped a few switches and jumped into Hyperspace. Harry found hyperspace to be rather hypnotic, the color and the sounds were truly a fantastic sight to behold.

Harry ran his free hand through his messy black hair and let a deep tranquilizing breath.

"I think we'll actually make it somewhere this time, Fawkes. " Harry murmured.

"Weeep-woop- weeuu." The droid bleeped. Harry's knowledge of droid speak was nonexistent. For all he knew the droid could be warning him of a malfunction in the hyperdrive. The present danger spurred Harry to leave the cockpit shoot a few Reparos at the drive but was stopped when he heard a woman's voice come from the long-range coms device.

"So has your old Padawan, Nahdar Vebb." The rather pleasant sounding voice said, what caught his attention was the word Padawan. He had no idea what it meant but he was sure it referred to this Nahdar Vebb. "He's already on the surface."

A man's voice followed his voice a light with thinly veiled joy "It'll be great to see Nahdar again."

"I'll transmit the coordinates for the rendezvous point." A third voice joined in, much younger than the other two probably belonging to a girl in her teens. "And Master Fisto, sorry we lost that slimy double-dealer."

"Don't worry, Ahsoka, we'll catch Gunray yet." Harry pondered the relationship between the two. What type of Master was this Fisto? A master that teaches apprentices, like some wizards do, or as in literal master which implies servitude?

"Good hunting " With that the radio went dead and Harry found R6 looking at him expectantly.

"Get me those coordinates, R6." Harry stood from his seat, at least those coordinates could be trusted. "And reroute our course."

The sudden need to clean himself had come over Harry like ugly on Goyle. The fact that he had actually remembered that particular bastard's face made the urge doubly powerful. Fawkes jumped off Harry and promptly jumped onto R6's dome shaped head. "And don't crash the ship while I'm in the refresher."

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It wasn't entirely what Harry was expecting, not that he was expecting much but a grey, mountainous moon was not exactly his definition of habitable. Apparently breathable atmosphere filled those parameters for R6. There was evidence of water that came in the form of fog. Initial scans of the planetoid revealed an encrypted tracking beacon and two small starships.

Harry suspected that the scanner wasn't exactly considered to be of the legal variety.

A quick fly around revealed a platform where he could comfortably land on less than a kilometer away from the two ships. He made sure to keep out of sight, just incase the inhabitants of the two ships had less than friendly disposition. The landing was less than ideal… he'd scratched the hull a few times, not that it was entirely his fault R6 was freaking out for some reason and a body binding curse wouldn't do anything against the bloody trash bin.

Harry paced around the ships main hallway searching for the helmet. It didn't look new, it had its share of ware, but it would protect his identity if push came to shove. It was mostly red with a few black lines with a t shaped visor. It also filtered out toxins or so he had been told. The fact that the man who sold at given him R6 did not inspire confidence but it would be nice to test it out. Harry ducked into the one of the passenger rooms on the port of the ship. It was an empty space that Harry had used as his room for the time, it's where he kept his computer, books, the gold in his bag, and that blasted rock the Unspeakables gave him.

Harry lifted the Elder Wand and called out "Accio helmet." The thing flew out from behind the books, nearly smashing into his face before it stopped and hovered. He put it on and grabbed a nearby broom.

R6 bumped into his leg forcefully. "Boop-weep-trililili."

"What?"

"Boop-weep-trililili."

"Droid, I have no idea what your saying."

"Boop-weep-trililili-wooop." R6 ran to the hatch and back looking right at him. The droid just stared at him.

It took him a minute to understand what R6 was trying to tell him. "You want to come with me?" Harry asked skeptically.

R6 beeped his affirmation.

"All right, just don't get stuck." Harry walked over to the hatch and readied himself for his first wiff of fresh air in almost a year. As the ramp opened up Harry felt a sudden chill run up his spine, a feeling similar to the time he had opened the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. With wand drawn, Harry slowly made his way down the ramp.

A quick glance revealed nothing but fog.

Once he was clear from under the Seeker, he placed the broom under his legs and took off. Once high enough, Harry aimed his wand at the droid and lifted it up. He flew low and slow to avoid detection.

He stopped just behind the green triangular fighter.

"WOOOOOAAAAH!" The astromech on the fighter screeched instinctively, Harry instinctively glared at his own droid.

That proved to be a mistake, as two men in white and red armor scrambled up to where he was hiding and leveled their rifles at him. "Don't move, Mandy." One of them ordered.

"Keep your gun on him, Niner."

"I know what I'm doing, Bel"

Things were certainly not going according to plan.

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A/N: Well that's the first chapter.

I wanted to do something different with Harry Potter x Star Wars. Where a Harry who knows nothing of the Galaxy or its customs searches for his godfather across the galaxy.

Yes, Harry has a Mandalorian helmet.

Yes, I know exactly what happens when people who haven't proven themselves use Mandy armor.

Any questions please feel free to review or PM me.

Happy trails,

until we meet again.