Harry Potter and the Mandalore Saboteur

"Spectre Six, this is Spectre Two just checking your status over." Called Hera Syndulla over the headset.

"Spectre Six, receiving you Spectre Two. So far found nothing. Not even a trace of dust. Please remind me why we have to scavenge what is already a scavenged ship." Replied Ezra Bridger, the newest member of the crew of the Ghost.

"As I've already told you Spectre Six, we need to check all ships and if need be preventing the Empire from taking it." Came the came the voice of Kanan Jarrus, recently appointed Jedi Knight and Ezra's teacher in the ways of the force.

The ship they were investigating looked something like a Huttese mobster ship, in other words a redneck, hillbilly mishmash of all sorts of things and somehow it remarkably worked. It looked like it had been through the wars, its hallways littered with what looked like blaster bolts and saber burns from a lightsaber.

"This hunk of junk looks like it's been through the shredder. What's it been killing? Star Destroyers?" Commented Ezra before tapping his commlink.

"Chopper, what's the name of this ship." All he got in response were a series of irritable bleeps and twerps.

"The Forlorn Hope? Kanan?" Kanan had frozen. His breathing suddenly slowing as if Zeb had punched him square in the gut.

"This is a Jedi's freighter. Most had personalised fighters but the odd exception had their own freighter. I knew only one Jedi that had this style freighter…His name was Harry Potter. He was, when I met him…taught by Grand Master Yoda."

Ezra stared at him "Someone taught by the Grand Master? Do you think he's still alive?"

"I honestly don't know. He taught me a few tricks when I was a youngling, my Master…She and Harry didn't get along." Said Jarrus meekly as his memory of better times assaulted him.

"Disagree with his policies or something?"

"More like disagreed with him joining the temple all together. Then again lots of people disliked him."

Sabine, Spectre Five, was moving ahead snorted "Did everyone dislike him?"

Kanan snorted "Amongst the Jedi of his age and above it's easier to list who disliked him rather than liked him. But the Younglings, new Padawans, senior Padawans and junior Knights below him adored him to pieces. He was behind them in all lessons like diplomacy, languages etc. but above them and on par with some of the Masters with Force and Saber techniques. Then younger Jedi taught him and he taught them. He was also a good story teller, he tried to make them as happy as possible from a lot of dark material. He based them off his life or kept a philosophy within them…He was different. He had a darkness around him, but beneath the darkness was a lightness that was brighter than most suns. He was a guy that would, could and most like probably commit also sorts of acts just to keep 'forthcoming lights always shining'. None of us save for Master Gaige, Yoda and Knight Prinko understood what he meant. I will admit, I still don't fully understand and probably never will."

Ezra grinned "The 'forthcoming lights always shining', I think it means those who come after us…Sounds like he'd do anything just to make sure those who came after him didn't have to do what he had to do."

Kanan looked at Ezra "I'll think on it. Could be right. He was on Holonet quite frequently. He was of the opinion 'Lead by example'. I got separated from my master about three years before Order 66. I was fifteen, he was 20, 21 freshly knighted. He joined when he'd been 17/18…"

"What was it like? What did he do?" Asked Zeb…Zeb never spoke on the comms except when Stormtroopers were firing at them.

"Said 'Come on Jarrus. You're my responsibility. We're going to get you to your master from the Front. Safest, most dangerous and easiest place to be found'."

"He took you to the front lines? Was he insane?"

"Quite possibly Sabine. Definitely…Ignites his a lightsaber walks through the reserves, saber above his head, me at his side. Grabs a blaster rifle and pistol. Gets to the front tells me to get my lightsaber out, yells 'Follow my lead'. I asked him 'What is his lead'. I ignited my lightsaber and he looks at me with grin 'Run forward and scream like mad'. Next thing I know he's bellowed 'CHARGE' and he's RUNNING. Not full out sprinting but definitely going at speed, shooting at the hip."

"The clones?"

"Grabbed their stuff and were on his tail. I was sprinting to keep up. Then I saw him work."

They had moved into the lobby as Kanan carried on "He holstered the blaster rifle and chucked his right hand out. Eighteen or so Battle Droids flew backwards. He couldn't get his arm back in so he punched another one and with that punch launched a shockwave of pure force backwards shredding another thirty or so. He was like a dancer and almost as if he didn't belong in time. He was everywhere. Blaster fire, went wide, hit clones, friendly fire. Blew up ammo drops. That was with ONE saber. At some point he drew his second and he began throwing them at the enemy. The impressive thing was, the clones adapted. They integrated themselves into his fighting style. They were laying down suppressive fire wherever he wasn't. I was killing droids but not as fast. Three of the clones saw me and they kept me alive until we had created our bulkhead. By the time my Master had turned up, he'd taught me to the point of Jedi Knight Kenobi's standard of Soresu." Soresu was the most defensive of the seven lightsaber combat styles.

"Your teacher?"

"She said 'How dare you.' He shrugged 'You lost him, I found him. Law says if Padawan unattended and Master still alive and found by another. The newcomer obligated to keep an eye on Padawan until Master shows up."

Ezra was giggling "She must have been pissed."

"She was at herself, then Harry and not at me. She thanked him and asked 'What had he taught me'. I told her that we had brushed up my Soresu…Harry then went on ahead."

Zeb was processing the raw skill the Knight had "What else did you see him do?"

"I'm not sure what else I definitely saw him do, but there are things that I could say he may well have done…One stunt almost killed him: Him, Prinko, Council Master Windu, Knight Secura, Master Ti and Master Gaige had to perform an ODS, Orbital Drop Strike from about 3000kilometers above the Orbit of some planet. Problem was it was surrounded by four Droid Control Ships. It was reported that Harry got to the front of the ship said 'Aim at the planetary defence shields and whatever you do don't stop'…Master Windu asked him 'What was he going to do?' He said 'What needs to be done to get the Orbital Drop Strike going and to get to the pods'. Harry had supposedly grabbed the four Control Ships and hurled one at the Shields, chucked two into each other and went to cripple the fourth but he had passed out but the clones had saw what he was doing as they headed for the planetary defence shields, shot a broadside at it taking it down. The result was a horribly wrecked ship, four destroyed Droid Control Ships, no planetary defence shields and some very bewildered High Command Separatists as to why they had a ruined Acclamator Assault Ship on their property and why they were being besieged by Clones. Harry had somehow deposited them into the objective of what would have been an eight-month campaign at most."

"At the cost of almost killing himself."

Kanan nodded "Heart stopped six times or so during recovery. Chancellor Palpatine had given him a personal Light Cruiser made from the somewhat intact Acclamator Assault Ship…Harry promptly made it into something of a Strike Cruiser. Operated by three customised R2 Units…Now let's get moving."

"Sabine, what do you think the chances are of him being alive?"

"I don't know Ezra, but if this guy was as good as Kanan claimed then this ship could may well be a shock to the Empire."

Ezra and Sabine turned Left as Kanan and Zeb went Right. Ezra reached out with the force and went to his saber and unclipped it. Something wasn't right on this ship. They opened the doors to discover a dusty but still functioning medical bay. The bacta-tanks were evidently off line and along the wall furthest away from them were what appeared to stasis pods.

Sabine moved closer to see ten of them. Three were empty, one looked like it had just been opened and two unused but the other seven had people in.

Then they heard the familiar sound of blaster fire and they dove for cover. Sabine went prone as Ezra drew his blaster pistol "A Droid…It looks like an R2 Unit…An R2 Unit with a blaster?"

Ezra paled as the front cavity of the R2 unit opened to reveal a "Heavy Repeating Blaster? Seriously…This guy's a fucking psychopath."

"What do you want scavenger?" A bass voice boomed across the medbay, accompanied by a grunt and a thud as Kanan was slammed into the exposed wall.

Standing cloaked in the shadows was definitely a humanoid, Ezra focused and sprinted. The stranger looked at the intruders on his ship "Clank…Kill…"

He stopped when one of the younger scavengers appeared in front of the man he had thrown effortlessly and pulled a blaster from his hip and fired. The stranger jumped back as an orb of energy…wait 'Orb?' The stranger flung out his arm and the orb stopped moving.

Ezra, Kanan and Sabine stared, they knew of no-one who could stop blaster bolts but then again Ezra used a Kyber Crystal Blaster and since Kyber crystals were made from the force "He's a Jedi! EZRA DON'T!"

The stranger looked at Ezra and his eyes widened as the blaster suddenly transformed into a "Lightsaber…A Padawan." He breathed.

He dodged backwards but his cloak was caught and the saber sliced it slightly. The stranger pulled it off and ignited his own lightsaber and electric yellow clashed with blue. Kanan heard the lightsaber of the stranger activate…All lightsaber's had a specific start up feeling or sensation which resonated with its owners. This one felt one of utter determination, a solid but worn pillar. Standing strong in a storm, beaten, cracked but unbent, unbowed and unbroken.

"It's him…He's alive!" Kanan gestured and his lightsaber assembled and he dove into the fray.

"MASTER POTTER! STOP PLEASE!"

Harry stopped, his blade was locked with the Padawan's. When he felt the second lightsaber activate, he couldn't get his arm up but his scratched, scuffed, beaten and battered armour had been on several occasions scarred by direct lightsaber strikes from both untrained clones and Padawans, trained troopers, sparring partners and raging Sith Sycophants such as Asaji Ventress and the Spirits of Korriban. That had been an experience to talk about later, if he got out of this.

His arm pinioned out, Kanan stared as his lightsaber was deflected. He suddenly hit the floor and blacked out as the newly named Master headbutted him. Sabine watched as Ezra joined Kanan in unconsciousness.

"Clank, activate the 360-degree tractor beam and find me their ship. I want them alive…Unharmed alive little sociopathic piece of junk. Yes, I know I created you."

Harry turned to face Clank who reluctantly retracted his heavy blaster "You can come out kid…We're not going to kill you."

Sabine stood up and kept her pistols out "You're gonna forgive me if I don't believe you right."

Harry chuckled "Of course my little Mandalorian." Sabine stared but oddly compelled to listen to the Master.

"How did you…"

"Know you were a Mandalorian…I'm a Jedi. I've been posted, investigated and travelled the galaxy and quite frankly I've never found anywhere quite like it. As for how did I know: Your armour, weaponry, stance and body genetic makeup…I say the last as I've had to do surgery on Mandalorian males and females and as a result I did some tests. Genetical, biomedical, biosymmetrics to name a few. I can't tell clan or house but that's not the point."

Sabine nodded and she eyed the operating table "Make yourself at home. Let me get some chairs for your saber swinging friends…CLANK! Oh good…So I don't have to dissemble you and reassemble you."

That one-sided discussion ended with an audible clang and crunch as the Ghost was locked onto the ship. Soon enough, Chopper, Zeb and Hera found themselves in the cruiser.

"Sabine, are they?"

"Out for the count…Yes they are. They're fine Zeb, Chopper. They attacked our guest and well…" Explained Sabine as the conscious members of the Ghost made themselves comfortable as Harry walked back in levitating food and drinks. He and Hera locked eyes.

"Hello to you too sister." Hera stared "Brother…How did you?"

"Killed my clones, space suited made superficial damage that made it look like my regiment had killed me. Locked myself in stasis and killed everything. Only woke up because you lot found me."

Zeb held his hands up "How are you and Hera related… You're not a Twi'lek are you!"

Harry grinned "A Lasat…Not seen one of you in a long time." Harry then saw the Bo-Rifle "…A Lasat Honor Guard! I have a few of your Bo-Rifles around here somewhere, I'll give you a fight if you want to prove I was deserving of one…Now your question. I was knighted when I was 19. I entered the Temple at Sixteen. Brought to the temple by some obnoxious prick called Ki-Adi-Mundi. Anyway, Yoda taught me. I learnt far too quickly and won the counsel over. I travelled a bit, collected things, fought things and found myself outside Cham Syndulla's house. Anyway, Cham and I worked together quite closely and as a result I got to know Hera and came to see her as a sister figure. Anyway, I accidentally broke tradition and headbutted another Twi'lek noble, male. His family were pushing for me to be executed as a known Jedi, I should have known better. I spoke Twi'leki, but wasn't up to date on the cultural traditions. Cham came to me with a loophole, if he protected me and took me on as a Ward, I would have to spend an undetermined amount of time as basically his servant in return for my life and thirty lashes."

Everyone except Hera and the Jedi stared "That's harsh."

"It's called being protective…I did the smart thing. I took the lashes only whimpered at the twenty fifth and spent four months as a servant. At this point the CIS had a foothold on Ryloth. I participated in kicking them out. Cham officially inducted me into his clan basically meant I was his son whenever I was on Ryloth…If I screwed up again, I was dead. I quickly absorbed the Twi'lek culture after that."

Hera grinned and hugged Harry "It's good to see you again...We, I need you to help."

By now Kanan and Ezra were waking up. Hera turned to Harry "I'll talk to them."

Harry nodded. "Hey you two…turns out you were right. We are on a Jedi Masters Ship and said Master IS still alive. Tell him everything if he asks you."

"I'm Harry Potter, I'm surprised you lot found my ship. Now who are you?"

"I'm Kanan Jarrus, but I was known as…"

"Caleb Dume…I never forget a face Padawan or is it Knight now?"

"I'm not too sure Master, ever since Order 66 I've not really had time to think about it…I wasn't sure if I was even the last Jedi alive."

Harry snorted "You're not the only one. I'm one, hell I saved six others one of whom is Knight Prinko. I also saved four younglings and Master Kel Gaige, Ashara Prinko's former Master. So, including you and Padawan Bridger that makes nine. Yoda's alive somewhere so that is ten. Kenobi's gone to ground so that's eleven. Exile Tano is around somewhere…saw her briefly after the Eureka Disaster."

"Eureka Disaster?" Questioned Zeb.

"Myself, Pong Krell and fifty arc-troopers fucked up. Routine snatch and grab of some plans for some supposed 'World Killer Virus'. Except Krell got caught, firefight ensued and since this was a CIS suppression of a republican fight. Rebellion occurred. Shots were fired, explosions happened virus unleashed out of a population of roughly sixty billion, ten billion killed as demonstrations, few hundred million in ensuing confusion of the uprisings and violent struggle against separatists and then some asshole unleashed a virus demolishing at least three quarters of the remaining population. We managed to save not even an eighth of the population due to no-one willing to give treatment."

Harry looked at them "You're going to ask me to fight in your Rebellion against the Empire. I can read your body language but I'm saying no. I'm tired of fighting. I've been fighting wars and uprisings before I even came to this Galaxy and when Order 66 happened I gave up. I'm a Jedi Master that no longer has any fight left in him."

"You said you'd fight me." Said Zeb.

"That's a spar to prove I'm worthy of a Bo-Rifle Lasat. I'd be honoured if you'd help me fix my ship."

Sabine nodded "We're just grateful that you're alive. I'm Sabine, Sabine Wren…"

"…Clan Wren, House Vizla, Death-watch…I know them. Fight well Sabine." With that they began to repair the Forlorn Hope. It took them five days but eventually the ship was ready, Harry woke his comrades from Stasis as the Ghost took off.

"Who were they Harry?" Harry turned to Kel Gaige, the Keldoran had been a confident to him during the Clone Wars "Rebels, wanting us to fight back against the Empire."

Kel nodded "You said no." Harry nodded "I don't blame you. Let us put our faith in the Force."

(Ghost)

Sabine sat on her bunk in thought. The experience on the Forlorn Hope was something