Hari stumbled and fell to the ground, disoriented at the sudden shift of perspectives. One minute he'd been meditating deeply, the next. . . hurtling through hyperspace, but differently, twisting and tight, as though he were in no containing ship. . . and then here, small, a child again.

Memories not his own warred with his core self, centuries of learning the higher mysteries vanished in an instant as he flailed and struggled mentally to center himself. Sounds and chaos around him were dismissed, he closed his eyes and reached for the Force.

It flooded through him in an instant, pressing in with a strength he'd have called desperation had the Force not been an impersonal energy field. He gasped, stood up abruptly, stared around at the world gone still and quiet.

The blanket of power was so heavy, so vast. Unlike on Coruscant, where it had been constantly flowing and rippling around everything and through everyone, here it lay quiet. The only ripples he sensed were those caused by his own actions. The world was flooded with Force energy, full to capacity and beyond, compressed power weighted down on top of itself again and again.

Hari inhaled sharply as he noticed something else. None of the people, none of the animals, nothing he could sense held any connection to the Force at all. The power lay stagnant, untouched, unconnected.

He pulled it in, comforted by its response, the warm strength that suffused him with hardly a touch.

Finally, he turned to survey the world he'd found himself in so unexpectedly. The air was light, smelled empty. The people, hardly moving with the intensity of his Force speed, were dressed unfamiliarly.

It was a public venue of some manner, people walking about in wide open paths between displays of exotic animals. The display directly beside Hari also contained a human child. He frowned. Slavery, despite being outlawed in Republic systems, was something the Jedi were not unfamiliar with. However, he had rarely seen such a public demonstration.

Mentally lowering his standards, he took several steps and pushed the Force away. It was hard, rather than simply releasing a power he had to call to him, here the power only waited to flood into him and didn't want to be sent away.

Time resumed its normal flow, and a wall of sound smashed into Hari. Screams, flailing, banging, running footsteps.

The boy in the glass cage was slamming his hands against the front of it, while two adults ineffectively did the same from the outside.

The running and screaming seemed mostly caused by the large snake playfully hissing at the ankles of the passersby. It noticed Hari watching, nodded its head.

"Brazil, here I come. Thanksss, amigo," it hissed.

"You're welcome," Hari replied, not sure what he'd been thanked for, but reassessing his understanding of this planet yet again. Most sentient species he knew of were larger, he only knew of a handful as small as snakes, and he wasn't even sure how he spoke the creature's language. A gift of being somehow in the body of a native, he supposed.

He wanted to stand, realized he was already at his full height. It would take some getting used to, being the height of a Lannik. He'd never been tall, but didn't recall being so short ever in his life. He must have, he was a child once, but his memories of the period were blurred with time. Training as a Jedi was a lifelong journey, and his first steps were long forgotten.

"Harry!"

The voice was furious, that of the large red-faced man who'd been standing by the glass.

Hari turned at the sound of his name, then was surprised to find that he was indeed the one being addressed.

"Yes?" he asked, perplexed.

"What have you done?"

"Err," Hari found himself unable to reply. He didn't know what had been going on prior to his abrupt arrival, and he didn't know anything about his native host.

Anyone in here? he asked mentally, trying to connect with whoever's mind he'd accidentally overwritten.

He instinctively drew on the Force, only to have it come crashing through him like he'd opened a floodgate. That was going to take some getting used to.

There was no response, just a quiet hissing that he couldn't interpret. He supposed whatever had drawn him here or hurled him across space (and perhaps time as well; it hadn't felt like normal travel at all) might not have made concessions for whoever's body he'd ended up in.

It saddened him to think that he had, however inadvertently, destroyed the life of another. But there was nothing he could do to change that now.

His attention was abruptly returned to the present as a huge fist seized his collar. "You think that's clever, do you? Making Dudley fall in there like that? How dare you!"

Hari raised a hand, sent Force energy flowing out just slightly, enough to move the irate man a few inches away from him. The big fellow staggered under the push, flew backward several paces and slammed into the nearest glass-sided cage.

Hari was astonished, even the lightest application of Force here was amplified unnaturally strongly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push so hard," he said, hurrying toward the man, gathering healing focus. "Are you injured?"

The man shoved him away, glaring like he thought Hari had lost his mind.

"Keep your freakishness to yourself, idiot boy!" a tall woman hissed furiously, one hand on her skinny hip as she glared at him. "How dare you make a scene and ruin poor Dudley's birthday?"

She clutched the damp fat child to her side, and Hari assumed this must be Dudley.

He frowned, completely lost. He stood back from the man, breathed slowly and calmly, trying to assess the situation. "It's alright, I've trained as a Jedi. I can help."

They stared at him like he'd completely lost his mind. Hari realized that they may never have heard of the Jedi Order, considering the state the Force was in on this world.

"That's it," the red-faced man blurted. "We're going home, and you are not leaving your cupboard for a month, do you hear me boy?"

Home? Cupboard?

"I'm sorry, but whoever you think I am is no longer present," he said. "I am Hari, of the Jedi Order. I apologize for the loss of your. . . whoever I used to be, but I should be going. Can you direct me to the nearest spaceport?"

A skinny lad lounging nearby laughed uproariously, slapping his hand on his knees.

"Dud, I think your cousin's finally lost it!" he exclaimed through his mirth. "Spaceport?"

"Or whatever other method you use for travel between planets, of course," Hari said, a sinking feeling stealing over him. "You. . . do have contact with other worlds, certainly?"

"Silence!" roared the red-faced man. "Keep your idiot babbling to yourself."

He grabbed the back of Hari's shirt and moved them hastily down the walk toward a collection of oddly-designed speeders parked in neat rows.

Hari didn't want to risk the Force flaring out of control and hurting anyone, so he went along with the rough escort without complaint. He didn't have anywhere to go, really, and he did owe this family some explanation for having taken over their. . . nephew, was it?

He waited until they were seated in the back of the speeder, which turned out to actually be a wheeled ground-car, then turned to the large boy who was his host's cousin.

"Do you at least get holonet?" he whispered.

The boy frowned at him, gave him a rough shove. "Stay away from me!" he bellowed, which set off his mother, which set off his father, which led to a very loud trip.

Author's Note:

The first few chapters may seem a bit hasty, but this story has no need to linger at Privet Drive and the sooner we get to Hogwarts the sooner I can start playing around with the Force/Magic dichotomy and start getting Hari involved in actual events. Muahahahahaha.

This is a standalone book, but set in the same universe and chronologically after the as-yet unwritten Harry Potter of the Jedi Order. As both parts of the crossover project are meant to be distinct and independent of the other, I'm not too concerned with writing out of order. As to the explanation of why Harry is suddenly a Jedi now, basically during the time period between Voldemort trying to kill him and this scene, his soul was in the Star Wars galaxy (albeit for many decades instead of ten years) and only snapped back into his original body upon his death there.