Hey people, here's one of my ideas, so I'd like to know if I must continue. It's a HPxSW, with no pairing for Harry. I may choose someone, but I don't think so.

I'm still looking for a beta corrector/reader.

31/07/1985 (36 BBY)

Hadrian James Potter, better known as Harry Potter, is a pretty interesting boy, if we take the time to take an interest in him. Only eleven years old, Harry Potter is a remarkable boy, whose intelligence remains unsurpassed. And yet, everyone ignores him, despite everything proves that he is destined for a bright future. And all because of one person. Some say it's because of Julien Charlus Potter, the "Boy-Who-Lived", while others say it's because of James Fleamont Potter and Lily Jane Potter. But the truth, which is certainly sordid, is that everything is the fault of an old manipulative and conniving bastard longing after glory and power: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, President of the Wizengamot, Order of Merlin 1st class, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

This man managed to ruin the life of Harry Potter, in a very simple way: By declaring his little brother, the survivor and vanquisher of Voldemort, while Harry is the real one responsible for the fall of the Dark Lord. Because of this old man, who had not hesitated to declare Julian as Hero of the Wizarding World, Harry had become a shadow, ignored by all, even by his own family. Since that tragic event, Harry had become invisible to all.

Harry was sitting in a corner reading a book about the torture methods used during the Middle-Ages, a Muggle book. Since being rejected by society and his parents, since he was ignored, Harry had become increasingly dark, not knowing that he was slowly, but surely, absorbing Voldemort's Horcrux into him, making him dark and darker. He watched from the corner of his eye the party organized by his parents for his little brother, born on the same day as him, ignoring him, as usual. Normally, the kids loved their birthday, but not Harry, because that day, everyone ignored him more than usual, and everyone forgot that it was also his birthday, not only the birthday of Julien Potter.

Even the fact that he received his acceptance at Hogwarts was ignored, which demoralized him all the more, reinforcing his hatred to his family and everybody altogether.

There was no gift for Harry, and hundreds for Julien. Harry was watching the scene with disgust, and without knowing it, his eyes flashed quickly in a sickly yellow, before becoming green again. 'I hate them. That Dumbledore, my family and even the entire wizarding world! May they be cursed! ', He thought darkly, shooting the guests with his darkest glare. Even his own godfather, Sirius Black, had forgotten his existence. In fact, looking back, the only person who had been interested in Harry was the Malfoy family, who, of course, were not allowed to approach Harry, being "Death Eaters", even although Lucius pleaded the Imperius and was acquitted by the Ministry.

"Come on, everybody sing with me: Happy birthday, Julien!" Yelled James Potter, followed closely by the guests.

Harry was so disgusted that he decided to close his book and leave the room. He kept thinking of everything he did not have, and his hate came up in him like a monster coming out of his hiding place.

"Join me, my young descendant."

Harry turned abruptly, hearing a voice, but there was no one. Was he getting mad?

"Rejoin me, my young descendant, join me, and find me!" The voice said again.

Harry heard a music, unique, dark, and yet comforting to him. He followed it, guiding him to a cave not far from Potter Manor. He did not hesitate to enter the cave, and was shocked to see someone there. Well, the silhouette of someone. The person was tall, wearing a kind of white and black armor, with a long cloak, gray hair and beard, and totally orange eyes. He was standing upright, but the most bizarre was the fact that he had a kind of blue halo, like a ghost.

"Who are you?" Asked Harry, curious.

The "ghost" snorted, which made Harry shudder.

"I am your ancestor, my boy," replied the ghost.

Harry's eyes widened.

"My ancestor, it does not answer the question," Harry said.

"Hm ... You're right, I have several names, be it Tenebrae, Vitiate, or Valkorion, but for you, it will be master," the ghost replied.

"Master? Why must I call you master?" Asked Harry, frowning.

"For I intend to make you my apprentice, the instrument of my vengeance, and above all, the instrument of the resurrection of the Empire!" Valkorion said, looking at Harry imperatively.

Harry blinked several times. Apprentice? Master? Empire? But what was this man talking about? Valkorion sneered once more, seeing through Harry's expression his disbelief.

"Do not be afraid, my young descendant, everything will be taught to you in due course, but before anything, you owe it to me to be sworn in as an apprentice, and then, and only then, everything will be revealed to you." Fit Valkorion, with a sadistic smirk, quite frightening.

Harry realized that Valkorion would not say any more, so he thought about it.

"What do I have to gain from it?" He asked shrewdly.

"Finally a question of interest. You have everything to gain, my young descendant I will reveal the secrets of the Force, which your magic is a bastard version. You will become a master of the dark side, a Lord among the lords, and maybe one day, an emperor, all will respect you, fear you, venerate you, so what is your answer?" asked the ghost, still smirking.

Harry thought about the proposition that he found very interesting. Power, glory, and all that, offered on a gold platter. He felt it, in the depths of his soul, that it was an opportunity not to be missed. His answer was not long in coming.

"All right, I want to become your apprentice!" Harry said.

"So, on your knees!" Asked Valkorion.

Harry prostrated himself in front of the ghost.

"Do you swear, Hadrian James Potter, to become my apprentice, my instrument of vengeance, and my heir?" Asked Valkorion, aiming at Harry with the palm of his hand.

"Yes, I swear it, master," Harry replied.

"So get up, my young apprentice, now you will be the instrument of my vengeance and my power, give up your family name, and let yourself be submerged by the Force.", Said Valkorion, leaving some of his energy merged with Harry.

Harry felt exaltation as he received so much power, so much strength. He had the impression of being the King of the World, superior to all. He stood up and looked at Valkorion, his eyes slightly yellow. The Old Sith smiled.

"Master, Which Empire am I going to revive?" Asked Harry.

Valkorion looked at him, but pondered what Harry had said. He had not thought of it, having almost forgotten that he was the Emperor of two empires, and not just one. He would have ordered the rebuilding of Zakuul, but unfortunately the planet had become deserted, and no one soul was living there. The Zakéliens were no more. Harry could still access the planet to recover the technology, but that's it. Valkorion then wondered if it would be possible to recover the eternal throne and, at the same time, the eternal fleet.

"You will rebuild the Eternal Empire, based on the sith teachings, and you will prove to all that the descendants of Valkorion, Eternal Emperor of the Eternal Empire, Supreme Immortal Emperor of all the Siths, are the true masters of this galaxy, and any other!" Valkorion then ordered.

"As you want, master!" Harry replied with a big smile.

Valkorion watched Harry, and did not waste time, ordering Harry to follow him to the back of the cave. Harry followed him, intrigued. The journey was short enough, and they arrived in a sort of large cavern with an immense hole, clearing the top, showing a blue sky. But the most interesting thing was what was in the center of the cavern.

Harry did not believe his eyes. In front of him stood a huge ship, quite long, thin and silver. A spaceship, as in the muggle movies that Harry loved so much.

"This is your ship, developed for my secret service during my reign as Emperor of the Second Sith Empire, a ghost class ship, the X-70B, a ship with a very advanced weaponry, and most importantly, an occultation system, get in there!" Valkorion ordered.

Harry did not lose a single second and went straight into the ship. Everything was so modern, so clean and so refined that it was beautiful. To his astonishment, a kind of robot was waiting for him. The robot had to measure about 1m70, was blue with big red eyes. The robot looked at Harry and bowed briefly.

"Oh, a new master, I'm glad! I'm a 2V-R8 , an Imperial Droid who specializes in ship etiquette and maintenance, and my deep knowledge of imperial space engineering allows me to take care of 'advanced maintenance and service, whether the cleaning of the injection system or dusting private crew quarters. I also have duty to see to the needs of the crew taking account, as far as possible, their personal preferences." presented the robot, ecstatic.

"Er ... delighted, so I'm your new master, I guess, my name is Hadrian." Harry said, unsettled.

"Do I have to refer to you as Master or Master Hadrian?" Asked the droid.

"You'll refer to my apprentice as a Master Hadrian, droid." Valkorion said, appearing right next to Harry.

2V-R8 jumped at seeing Valkorion, and if a droid could whiten, then that would be the case. He bowed immediately to Valkorion.

"Your majesty, what an honor to serve you, it will be done according to your orders," replied the droid, afraid to end up in pieces scattered across the galaxy.

"All right, get the ship ready, we're leaving, droid." Valkorion ordered before motioning for Harry to follow him.

Harry followed Valkorion closely.

"Are we leaving, master?" Asked Harry, curious.

"Indeed, young apprentice. I refuse to teach you on this primitive planet. We are going to Dromund Kaas, in my old palace, where I will teach you what there is to know. Follow me, it's time to introduce you to your bodyguard." Fit Valkorion.

'Bodyguard?' Thought Harry. He followed his master into the armory of the ship. He was not disappointed because he saw a golden droid with his head in the shape of an inverted trapezoid. The droid, however, was not activated.

"Activate it, my apprentice," ordered the former emperor.

"But how do I do, master?" Asked Harry.

"Let the Force guide your actions, and you'll know, that's your first lesson, always trust the Force," Valkorion explained.

Harry nodded and focused, slowly but surely approaching the droid. He felt like a sensation, an invisible hand that told him to reach out to the droid and let the Force full him of his hate. Harry reached out his hand, thinking back to his family who had ignored him, forgotten. He thought of Dumbledore and his so-called friends who had abandoned Harry to go to his brother. He felt like a sensation of power at the tip of his fingers and released, to his astonishment, a wave of Force lightning on the droid.

For his part, Valkorion watched Harry closely, and was pleased to see that his descendant was strong in the Force. He smiled as he saw the lightning go straight on the droid.

Harry stopped his lightning, and suddenly the droid seemed to turn on, or wake up. The droid's eyes lit up.

"Declaration: Assassination Protocols Active. Greetings, master!" Said the droid.

"Hello, what's your name, droid?" Asked Harry, curious.

"Answer: My unit has the designation, HK-55, I am a battle droid of protection, assassination and protocol," HK explained.

"Very good, very good," Harry replied.

"Promise: I can assure you that I will be faithful to you until my destruction or your death, I will protect you against all our enemies, and we will eliminate the undesirables, shall I watch your quarters?", HK then said.

Harry seemed to think for a few seconds before nodding.

"Yes, you never know what can happen - from now on you will be my bodyguard and will be responsible for protecting me from any harm to my life," Harry ordered.

"Recommendation: Master, I suggest you choose which function to activate. You have the choice between Bodyguard, Assassination and Protocol," said the deadly droid.

"All right, then, activate the Bodyguard function," Harry ordered.

"Statement: Bodyguard Settings On, I will now patrol the ship to check for proper operation and security," HK replied before taking his rifle and moving away from Harry.

"Very well, you learn quickly, my apprentice, follow me, I'll take you to the bridge, it's time for us to leave this lost hole," said Valkorion, who had been silent until now.

Harry agreed to follow him to the bridge, from there, you could clearly see the cave, and 2V-R8 sitting in front of a steering console.

"Droid, head for Dromund Kaas!" Ordered the former emperor.

"At your orders, Emperor," replied 2V-R8.

The engines of the ship ignited, and the ship lifted to cross the entrance just above. In just a few seconds, the ship moved at full speed from Potter Manor and even the Earth in general. He crossed the stratosphere, and was finally in orbit around the planet. Harry ferociously admired the blue planet, and that was when he realized there would be no turning back. It did not bother him.

Harry then turned to Valkorion's mind and finally asked the question that had been bothering him since the beginning of their meeting.

"Master, how come you are my ancestor?" Asked Harry.

Valkorion smirked when he heard the question he was waiting for. He motioned for Harry to follow him, and they both went to the main room where there was a huge communications terminal.

"Sit down, apprentice," Valkorion ordered.

Harry did not waste time and sat on one of the seats in the room, Valkorion standing in front of him.

"Listen to me, apprentice, because I will not repeat it, understand?" Asked the ghost.

Harry nodded quickly.

"Well, you see, I was born as a pure-blooded Sith in the year 1460 BTC on Medriaas, BTC means Before Treaty of Coruscant, that was about 5 077 years ago, during the reign of Marka Ragnos, Emperor of the Sith, and after that, I killed my father, who had abandoned me, and at only thirteen, I became Lord of the Siths and master of Medriaas, directly appointed by Marka Ragnos. It was then that I became the Sith Lord, Vitiate, but I had a project, a big project, and I did not intend to remain a mere mortal." Valkorion started with a smirk.

"How's that, and what is it, a pureblood Sith?" Asked Harry, curious.

"Hm ... A pure-blooded Sith is an ancient race, mixing the Siths, a race of Korriban with red skin and an affinity for the dark side, and the Dark Jedi, the first masters of the dark side. Pureblood were considered a nobility, but were almost annihilated by the republic and the Jedi, and I wonder if it would be possible to activate the genes that are in you ..." Valkorion asked, wondering about this possibility.

He was already imagining Harry, red skin, with tentacles on his face, looking noble, conquering the galaxy, and above all, eliminating the Jedi.

"And to answer your other question, I developed a Force Absorption Ritual, aiming to suck the life and power of others on my behalf. About 4,963 years ago, I convinced about eight thousand Siths lords to join me on Medriaas, as we lost the war against the republic. I then used my ritual, and absorbed all life on Medriaas, gaining my immortality and omnipotence. I became so powerful that I took control of the Empire, becoming the Emperor of the Siths," explained the former Emperor.

"Emperor, so I'm really the descendant of an emperor?" Harry said, making Vitiate chuckle.

"After that, and to avoid the decimation of my empire, we went into exile on Dromund Kaas in the outer border, 4 944 years ago. Slowly but surely, I rebuilt my empire, strengthening it giving more power, being immortal, and being the Emperor, the citizens of the Empire began to venerate me as a god. I also created the Dark Council, composed of Sith Lords whom I named to rule my Empire while I was busy with other things. I also built a huge Temple to imprison, bury and torture my enemies, "Valkorion continued with a smile.

Harry thought back to his torture book, and wondered if his ancestor had used some of the tortures mentioned.

"For a thousand years, we hid, but I promised we would come back, and then I had a bigger plan, so I manipulated Mandalore the Ultimate, the leader of a race of warriors to attack the Republic and test its defenses, which he did in 295 BTC, 3,940 years ago. The war lasted sixteen long years, but the Mandalorians were defeated. Following this war, a promising Jedi and his apprentice, Revan and Malak, searched for the galaxy to 'defeat me.' They found me, and I corrupted them, forcing them to join me, so they started the Jedi Civil War, which lasted only two years, Revan had managed to free himself, killing his apprentice, and coming to confront me again, I submitted him and imprisoned him in a stasis room, using him to retrieve information about the Republic and its infrastructures," resumed Valkorion.

Harry nodded, understanding the importance of what Valkorion said.

"Finally, I discovered an ancient Force Transfer ritual, that of Tulak Hord, I understood that the Sith Empire was limited, and that the Sith dogma did not allow me to draw full strength from the Force. Then, with this ritual and my knowledge, I began to search for the eternal fleet, a fleet capable of destroying everything, fully automated. It was last seen around Zakuul. That's when I used the ritual to take the control of the actual body you see in front of you, that of Valkorion, a powerful native to Zakuul's strength in the past, leaving the Sith Empire in the hands of the Dark Council and my personal servants, the Emperor's Hand ", explained Valkorion.

Harry looked shocked, looking at the body in front of him. Never before had he heard of such a transfer. Possibly, possession existed in the magical world, but not to such a degree.

"To sum up, I built a new Empire, the Eternal Empire of Zakuul, I found the eternal fleet that was buried in the swamps of Zakuul, and so was born my Technological Empire and superior to all. I ordered the creation of the eternal throne, allowing me to control the entire fleet with a single thought, and waited, then I used my Sith Emperor's body to order our return, beginning the Great Interstellar War against the Republic, which ends with the Treaty of Coruscant and the pillaging of the capital of the Republic. It was during this period that I had four children with Senya Tirall, one of my knights. However, Revan succeeds in to escape, rescued by an elite troop of the Republic, it was then that I realized that Revan had managed to block me, and once I was free I was finally able to declare war again, ending the Coruscant treaty. But my plan was much more ambitious." said Valkorion.

"How so, master?" Asked Harry.

"I wanted to absorb all life in the galaxy to become invincible, and for that, nothing better than the war, because with each life lost, I strengthened myself. I was 'defeated' by a Jedi and an elite squad who were infiltrated into my temple on Dromund Kaas, they did not know that I was everywhere at all time, and finally my servants recovered my essence to take it to Yavin 4, a moon orbiting a named planet, Yavin Prime, and start my resurrection. Everything went as planned, Revan tried to intervene, but died. To recover my strength, I took control of the inhabitants of Ziost, the ancient capital of the Empire, and using a ritual, I absorbed all life, finally returning to Zakuul. "Valkorion continued, watching Harry's reaction.

Harry does not react to this revelation of the crimes of his ancestor, which greatly satisfies Valkorion.

"Then I sent my sons, Arcann and Thexan, to attack the worlds of the core, whether it was the Republic or the Sith Empire that betrayed me. They won and returned, but I refused to congratulate them because their achievements are a reward in themselves, Arcann tried to kill me, but Thexan interposed and was killed by his own brother, and we were joined by the Republic and the Sith Empire, who wanted revenge led by Darth Marr, a member of the Dark Council, like Darth Nox, a promising sith. They were defeated, captured and taken on Zakuul to my throne, I killed Marr, and Nox agreed to join me to share my power, but Arcann took the opportunity to stab his lightsaber in my back and take the throne, enclosing Nox in carbonite," finally explained Valkorion.

Harry frowned.

"But should not you be dead?" Harry asked, making Valkorion chuckle.

"You're right, but you see, I was not really sharing power with Nox, but transferring my essence to take control of his body, so I survived, but the ritual was interrupted. , not allowing me to gain control. Finally, Nox was delivered by rebels after my son conquered the known galaxy, and eventually defeated Arcann. Unfortunately for him, my daughter, Vaylin, a very powerful woman in the force seized the throne and redoubled her efforts to defeat him, and was finally defeated, and Nox seized the eternal throne, when I attacked him mentally to finally take control of his body. But he succeeded in defeating me, helped by Arcann who had survived, and the ghost of my daughter, who had inherited my powers. ", then finishes explaining Valkorion.

Harry thought back to the whole story, and noticed that he had made no mention of his fourth child.

"What about the fourth child?" Harry asked.

Valkorion looked at him, before smiling.

"Tellan, my third son, was my backup plan, if ever a problem came in. I had transferred some of my essence into him, and had frozen him in the carbonite, sending him to a distant world to wait. About one thousand two hundred years ago, he woke up, and noticed that he was now alone. He went to Zakuul, but everything was deserted, the buildings and technology abandoned. Then, he decided to follow the Force, and finally arrive on Earth, far away in unknown regions, not far from Zakuul and Iokath. He eventually married one of the natives, Morrigan Peverell, giving birth to three brothers. You probably know the legend, and the Peverell became the Potters when Ignotus Peverell's granddaughter, Iolanthe Peverell, married Hardwin Potter," Valkorion finally revealed.

Harry could not help but let out a hiccup of surprise when he realized he was the Peverell descendant, and so that this story of the Deathly Hallows had to be true. He asked the question.

"So, about the Deathly Hallows, are they a legend or a truth?" He asked.

Valkorion chuckled, making Harry frown.

"The Deathly Hallows are nothing but trinkets that I invented for my descendants, I am the representative of death, and being such a powerful ghost, they must have thought that I was the very essence of Death. The elder wand is just a piece of wood with a Kyber crystal. The Resurrection Stone is actually a rare black Kyber crystal, invoking the spirits. The cloak of Invisibility is nothing but a vulgar cloth with its own occultation system," laughed Valkorion.

Harry nodded vaguely, tired of all these revelations.

"Go get some rest, we'll arrive in a moment, because Dromund Kaas is at the other end of the galaxy," Valkorion ordered before disappearing.

Harry did not waste time, and went to his personal quarters, whose door was fiercely guarded by HK-55, who saluted him before letting him in. The room was spacious, and Harry jumped on the bed before falling asleep, imagining what his life would become from now on.