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Chapter 1 – Discovering Magic

On a bright and sunny day, in mid June, a navy blue taxi pulled up in front of a huge white building with large statues flanked around its perimeter, each statue depicted a great leader of the past, either in a thoughtful or heroic pose.

Robed figures of all ages, walked or ran to and fro, some of the children playing a simple game of tag, others were simply late for a lesson, while sometimes an adult would call out a name and tell the child not to run on the stone steps.

Stepping out of the taxi, a ten year old boy thanked his driver and paid the fair while the lady passed him his suitcase and patted him gently on his shoulder before she got back in her car and drove away, looking for another passenger.

The boy looked up at the building that has been his home for the past seven years, the headquarters of the Jedi Order, the London Temple. "It's good to be home," he mused dryly and began to climb the steps, his head hung low.

As he walked up the steps various people noticed him, they called his name, some cheerfully, others cautiously, they all knew he was feeling down, but they went about talking to him differently.

He just ignored all them, quietly growing angry that they weren't taking his silence as a hint.

"Andrew?" a new voice spoke to him as he stepped between the statues in the main archway, there were no doors here.

He couldn't ignore this voice, it belonged to his mentor, the closest thing he had to a father in this hallowed place. "How are you feeling?" the voice asked while placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine, Master," Andrew answered dryly, he looked up at his mentor, the tears in his eyes giving away his lie.

The kind face of Jedi Master Jarod Cooper looked down to him with sympathy. He carried a light scar along his left jaw and his shoulder-length ginger hair held a single white streak which he kept slicked back while the rest of his hair hung loosely around his neck. "Is there anything I can do?" Cooper asked his Padawan.

Andrew shook his head gently, his braid, the mark of his rank as a Padawan, dropped off his shoulder to dangle around his chest. His eyes drifted to the floor. "Not really, Master. I think I need to be alone for a while."

"I understand, I know this is hard for you. You're still young, so it's still hard for you to process," Jarod said, giving Andrew a light pat on the shoulder. "Take all the time you need my young Padawan."

Andrew left his Master's side and headed for his room, knowing he would find solitude there.

"Um, hi Andrew," a timid, but familiar voice greeted, Andrew stopped and waited for his childhood friend to speak again. "Listen … I know you want to be left alone … but … if you ever want to talk … I'm here, okay?"

Andrew just nodded and walked away, if there was anyone that could understand him, especially now, it was Mel.

As he walked on, people kept on trying to get him to talk, he did his best to keep his frustration and tears at bay, but when Jonny Rozwell asked, "How was the funeral?" that was it, the tears just cascaded down his face and he ran for his room, fuming.

He got to his room, sobs escaping from his mouth, and slammed his door shut, before he got a chance to lock it though, every piece of glass shattered.

Andrew was so scared that his tears ceased almost instantly. The picture frame of his family was broken, thankfully the picture was intact, the television had exploded, his glass, which normally contained orange juice overnight, was in little pieces on his bed and his window was littering the flowerbed beneath it.

But before he could leave to tell Master Cooper, everything mended itself. "(Okay, that just happened,)" Andrew said to himself. "(But how?)"

One Month Later.

Jarod was just going about his daily routine, checking the progress on various assignments, marking written homework of the Younglings and so on.

"Master Cooper!" Mel called out to him; he stopped in the middle of the entrance hall of the temple and turned to her as she ran up to him, she had light chestnut-brown hair which was kept at shoulder length, as was the tradition for a female Padawan, however her braid was considerably longer, almost reaching her navel. Her eyes were almost an icy grey-blue and she stood at roughly three and a half feet.

"Yes Melanie, what is it?" Jarod asked, his soft forest green eyes showing no obvious emotion, he sensed that she was worried and had a feeling he knew what it was about.

"It's Andrew," she began. "He came home from his Great Grans funeral and he's understandably miserable, then from the next day onwards he seems fine? It took me ages to get over my family …" she'd started to ramble, but now she faltered "… dying," she almost whispered.

"But the circumstances are so much different young one," Jarod explained, dignifying the girl by not crouching down on his haunches. "His relative died from old age, your family were killed before their time, that makes a significant difference."

Mel was about to say something else, but her mouth hung open as Jarod heard a small pop behind him and several lightsabres igniting around him.

He turned, slowly and calmly, to see an old man, a really old man. He sensed no danger coming from him and signalled the Knights and Padawans around him to put their weapons away.

This man seemed rather strange, he was tall and thin, he had silver hair and a matching beard, long enough to tuck into his belt, which they were. He was wearing long purple robes and a matching cloak, his boots were very similar to what most Jedi wore except for the buckles. His bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle from behind a pair of half-moon glasses and the poor man looked as though he'd been in a fight, for his nose was clearly broken in two places.

"Good morning, I am Albus Dumbledore," the man said politely. "Do you by any chance know a young man named Andrew Payne?"

"I am Jedi Master Jarod Cooper; might I ask what you want with my Padawan?" Jarod asked, he wanted to sound polite, but failed to keep the slight suspicion from his voice as his eyes narrowed a little.

"Ah, how fortunate that I should run into you first," Dumbledore said joyfully.

Jarod sensed no deception from the man, but he did sense that whatever Dumbledore had to say would be best said in private. "Melanie, please go and find Andrew. Tell him I wish to see him in my quarters in fifteen minutes," he said to Mel quietly and she ran off. "Please follow me Mr Dumbledore."

Dumbledore inclined his head and followed, soon they reached their destination and, after Jarod locked the door to prevent Andrew from just charging in, sat at a desk and talked.

Dumbledore explained about Andrew being a Wizard, capable of performing magic, he explained that wizards, witches and various magical creatures, such as phoenixes and unicorns, existed in secret, without the knowledge of muggles, non-magical people, knowing.

"So how do you explain my Padawan being a wizard?" Jarod asked, still sceptical. "Both of his parents, to my knowledge, and even all of his siblings are 'muggles'," Jarod asked, still slightly unconvinced.

"On rare occasions, though increasingly more often, we encounter what are known as 'muggle-borns'," Dumbledore answered. "Wizards and witches who have muggle parents, if Andrew has a younger brother or sister then I may well have to have this same conversation with Andrew's parents and sibling," Dumbledore explained calmly, as though he'd done this many times.

"You must understand sir that I need some form of proof, some guarantee that this is not a hoax," Jarod stated, Dumbledore nodded and pulled a wooden wand from his belt, he pointed it at a nearby plate of sandwich cakes and said "accio," the plate zoomed across the room and safely into Dumbledore's waiting hand.

"Impressive," Jarod said stoickly. "Though any Jedi could do the same thing without tools or words."

"Perhaps," Dumbledore replied, "though that was just a small example, I could just as easily have summoned an object that we could not see. Perhaps you would like a drink?" he pointed his wand at a nearby sheet of paper and it turned into a silver goblet, then he pointed the tip just inside the rim and water flowed freely into the cup. "In a student's sixth year, he or she is taught how to cast 'non-verbal' magic." He explained.

Jarod accepted the goblet and took a sip, it was a rather warm day. "I will admit, that is a little more impressive, and I take it Andrew would learn much more during his time at your school."

"Yes," Dumbledore answered, "the main problem that we, the Wizarding community, have here is that Andrew cannot control his powers. True you haven't noticed then yet, but it would only be a matter of time until someone did, and that could lead to the exposure of our world," he explained.

"And I presume that your main worry there is the reverting to the witch trials?" Jarod asked, half amused, and Dumbledore chuckled too.

"Yes, or worse, I came here to offer him a place at my school, however as his mentor I presume that you are responsible for him, so I must ask you first, may I offer Andrew to come to my school?" Dumbledore asked.

Jarod was about to answer, but then he paused. "What exactly do you mean when you say 'or worse'?" He sensed a slight change in Dumbledore's mood as the man sighed.

"It's not a common thing nowadays," Dumbledore began. "But centuries ago, during the witch trials, magical children found themselves needing to suppress their power, in order for Muggles to see them as ordinary children." Jarod nodded in understanding and motioned for the older man to continue. "In nearly every case where a child suppresses their magic, a dark force begins to build inside of them, a parasitic entity that is known as an Obscurus. It is a foul-some creature which feeds off the child's very life force. Should Andrew become an Obscurial, he would either die from being fed upon, or he would have to be put down as the Obscurus took control of his body."

"I see," Jarod said, rubbing the stubble growing on his chin. "I see then that there is little choice. You may offer Andrew a place at your school." Dumbledore smiled gratefully. "However, should he accept I will be setting down some ground rules. But I'll save that for if he agrees," Jarod answered. He waved his hand at the door and the lock clicked open. "You may enter now Andrew," Jarod called and Andrew entered slowly, his robes were damp and sweat beaded his forehead, he had obviously been sparring when Mel found him.

Andrew bowed to Jarod "You wished to see me Master?" he asked once he'd straightened.

"Yes my young Padawan, please sit down," Jarod answered, Andrew sat where he could see both men at the same time, he couldn't help feeling that the older man looked strange, but then again with his own appearance he couldn't exactly say much.

"Andrew this is Professor Albus Dumbledore, he's come to talk to you about something which I feel is rather important," Jarod announced.

"Hello Andrew, it's a pleasure to meet you," Dumbledore said, leaning forward and offering his hand, Andrew shook it and said decided that at this point, listening was the best way to go, so he nodded his thanks for the compliment.

"Now Andrew, what I am about to say, might come as a bit of a shock," Dumbledore started and Andrew's heart rate increased dangerously.

"I haven't lost another relative have I?" he shouted, panicked.

"Oh no, not to worry, however I do believe that my being here started from the day you returned from a funeral. You, Andrew are a wizard." Dumbledore stated bluntly.

Andrew looked at him disbelievingly; he then looked at his Master, who was looking at Dumbledore with an expression that clearly asked 'Really? That's how you tell him?' Andrew then blinked a few times and then laughed.

"You're joking right?" Andrew laughed with tears in his eyes.

"Andrew that is rather rude," Jarod scolded but Dumbledore waved a hand towards him calmingly.

"This happens every time, only yesterday I had to see a young lady named Hermione Granger. She and her parents had a similar reaction," Dumbledore explained. "And no Andrew, I am not joking."

"Well, I'm sorry Professor, but you have the wrong person. I'm just a ten-year-old Jedi's Padawan, how can I possibly be a wizard?" Andrew countered.

"Well then, Andrew, answer me this. Have you ever make something happen? Something that you could not explain, even to yourself, when you were angry, or afraid?" Dumbledore asked.

Andrew was about to answer with a 'no', when he stopped himself. There was the shattering of glass in his room when he was angry, the fixing of it when he became scared, but that didn't explain what happened the week later.

"Yes, one where I was angry, one right after when I was terrified, but that doesn't explain one thing." Andrew answered cautiously.

"Yes?" Dumbledore queried.

"About three weeks ago we had a black out, I really needed some light so that I could find the door and then get to the Younglings. Most of them are scared of the dark and I could feel it, and then suddenly a candle just lit itself next to me," Andrew explained.

"Ah, that would be the rarest form of accidental magic, desperation. I take it that besides breaking every piece of glass in your bedroom and fixing it four weeks ago, that is all the magic you have performed?" Dumbledore said.

Andrew was about to answer when he realised what Dumbledore had just said. "Hold on, how did you know?" he asked, shocked.

"The Ministry of Magic keeps an eye on what magic is used and where, that is how young witches and wizards are discovered, now that you havebeen discovered, a spell is on you, known as 'The Trace'. With it, you can monitored to make sure you don't cast 'underage' magic outside of school. But do not worry, it isn't permanent, that spell breaks when you come of age, in the Wizarding World, that is at the age of seventeen." Dumbledore explained.

"Oh," Andrew said bluntly. "Well, yes, that's all I've done. Except, I've been practising that candles thing," he snapped his fingers and every candle in Jarod's room became lit.

"Interesting, you appear to have mastered that skill, and without any tutelage, most impressive" Dumbledore stated rhetorically.

"Yes," answered Andrew, sounding more convinced by the man before him. "However, you haven't quite mentioned why you're here, it couldn't just be to say 'hi, you're a wizard, cheerio'," Andrew said sarcastically, causing Dumbledore to chuckle a little.

"You are correct my young apprentice," Jarod said, looking a little stern, getting the message across that Andrew was being a little impolite.

"You see Andrew, I am the headmaster of a school where young witches and wizards, like yourself, come to learn about magic, to control their powers and to gain the skills that they will need to start their careers in the magical world. There is a place for you at my school, if you are willing to accept that is." Dumbledore explained, waiting patiently for Andrew's reply.

Andrew looked to his mentor, his hazel eyes burning with a silent question, Jarod simply nodded and Andrew beamed.

"Yes, I would be honoured to attend you school, Professor," he answered.

Dumbledore smiled; a twinkle in his eye.

"Now then Professor Dumbledore, about those ground rules," Jarod spoke up. "First, his magical education is not to interfere with his Jedi training."

Andrew started to worry, he could easily keep up in more than one form of education, but he wondered what Master Cooper's other conditions were, if they were not agreed to would be no longer be permitted to go?

"If necessary I shall see to that myself," Dumbledore answered.

"Second, I insist that I be permitted to visit at weekends so that I may check his progress, such as his ability in telekinesis and his ability with a lightsaber," Jarod continued, Dumbledore said that it shouldn't be a problem.

"Third, I wanted to start teaching Andrew the art of meditation, I can teach him the basics in the time that I have. However I want him to continue at least once a day while at school for thirty minutes to an hour," Dumbledore vowed to have meditation added to Andrew's timetable so that he would remember.

"And finally this is going to need to be brought before the council," Jarod finished and Andrew's heart almost stopped. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Wizarding World was meant to be secret from the world of muggles, but this might breach that secrecy.

"Would any Jedi spread the secret of our world beyond this temple?" Dumbledore asked.

"With the exception of Younglings below the age of six, I would say 'no'," Jarod answered. "It would be a breach of our code, to give away a secret told in confidence. Unless of course there is a life is at stake. Of course we cannot blame children who are so young for being innocent now can we?" Jarod asked jokingly.

"No, we cannot," Dumbledore laughed. "Very well, you may inform your council, and Andrew," Andrew looked at Dumbledore. "If you feel that a friend of yours can be trusted with this knowledge; then by all means tell them, after all, Hogwarts is much like a Muggle boarding school." he said with a knowing look.

"I would suggest that you tell me who you would like to tell first and I will let you know if you should tell them or not," Jarod stated.

"I can only think of telling Mel, I'd like her to know why I won't be here," Andrew said, thinking of how much he was going to miss her.

"Very well, we can tell her later, I take it that we will need some form of supplies?" Jarod asked.

Ten Minutes Later.

Dumbledore waited patiently with Andrew. He had explained to Jarod about what new students required, Andrew was still reading his letter through over and over. With his eidetic memory, he had only needed to do so once, but a part of him was still finding all of this hard to believe.

Jarod was explaining to the council, everything that Dumbledore had told him and requesting the money that would be needed to buy Andrew's supplies.

The doors hissed open and Andrew looked up.

"Well Andrew, do you want to wear your robes or change into something more comfortable?" Jarod asked, his face clearly stating that they had permission.

The boy didn't need telling twice, he hopped off the bench and went running.

"Meet us in the entrance hall!" Jarod yelled after him, chuckling to himself.

Five Minutes Later.

"There is something that I forgot to mention Professor," Jarod said while they waited.

"What might that be Master Jedi, and please call me Albus, I never like being formal with a fellow teacher," Dumbledore asked.

"Then, by all means, call me Jarod," he answered with a smile. "I forgot to mention that no Jedi goes anywhere without his or her lightsaber, would that be permitted at your school?"

"Yes it would, after all every student is permitted, and required, to carry their wand at all times," Dumbledore answered as a red and blue streak shot past him and off the steps they were standing by.

"That was Andrew, come on," Jarod stated exasperatedly.

Andrew realised, only too late, that he didn't give himself enough time to slow down from his Force run. He flew off the steps and had to think fast. He rolled over in mid air, pivoted on one hand halfway down the steps and landed on his feet at the bottom.

"Congratulations Andrew, you have finally learned how to gracefully fall down the stairs," Jarod scolded. "I know you have a need for speed, but please do not Force run near stairs until you have learned how to stop!"

"Sorry Master," Andrew said while bowing, he was wearing a long sleeved, red shirt and blue denim jeans; it was quite the contrast to the brown and off-white of Jedi tunics and robes.

"That's alright, now according to Albus, the wizard bank can transfer a substantial amount from our muggle account into a wizarding account, so that we can afford not only this years books but the next six as well," Jarod explained. "And also in case we have another student like yourself." He added as an after thought.

That basically meant that they weren't going to a muggle bank first, Dumbledore led Andrew and Jarod to, what looked like, a rundown pub. But as Andrew stared at the sign, Jarod kept glancing up and down the street.

"Why have we stopped here Albus?" he asked. Dumbledore pointed out the pup and Jarod recoiled slightly as it suddenly 'appeared' before him.

"That's the wards, many wizarding locations, Hogwarts being key among them, have spells in place to ensure that muggles do not stumble onto them by accident," Dumbledore explained and led the way inside, The Leaky Cauldron.

The place was packed, there was lively music which made Andrew foot start tapping, there was loud conversation, and even though the outside looked rundown and dingy the inside looked like the place had only recently gone into business.

"Ah, Professor Dumbledore, can I get you anything?" the barman asked.

"Not right now Tom, I'm assisting this young man with his school supplies," Dumbledore answered him while patting Andrew on the shoulder.

Tom just chuckled at Andrew as he stared at a nearby witch, she was stirring a cup of tea, she was reading a novel and moving her finger in a figure of eight and the spoon, which was at least ten centimetres away from her hand, was moving in the same motion. What came across as strange to Andrew was that he sensed no Force sensitivity from her.

Dumbledore led the way to the back; and into a small courtyard with high walls around it. He tapped a particular brick three times with his wand, telling Andrew to memorise which brick he pressed, since he would not be able to accompany them every time he needed supplies.

The first place they went to was Gringotts bank, a huge white building which had a rather unnerving message on one of the doors.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Good advice," Jarod observed, "there's a moral there my young Padawan, if you go into the thieves trade you will eventually get more than you bargained for."

Andrew reread the words, thinking on his Master's words and now the meaning was clear.

Dumbledore lead the way, past many goblins who were making transactions, Andrew could sense cunning from each of them, and could tell that they were not a race to wrong. Eventually Dumbledore stopped before a goblin who was obviously in charge of the others.

"Good morning Ranok, I have a friend who would like to open an account by transferring money from a muggle bank," Dumbledore said, both cheerfully and politely.

The goblin named Ranok looked up from his parchment, regardless of Dumbledore's tone, he looked as though he were scowling. He scanned Dumbledore's face and nodded "Follow me," he snapped formally.

He led them to an office where he asked for bank details from Jarod, within five minutes twenty five thousand pounds was transferred into a vault at Gringotts in the form of eight thousand two hundred and ninety six gold Galleons, two silver Sickles and thirteen bronze Knuts.

After the account was opened under the name of Andrew Payne, with a yearly withdrawal limit of five hundred Galleons, it was time to make a withdrawal. They had an awesome roller coaster ride in what could best be described as a mining cart.

They withdrew only fifty Galleons, simply stating that if they needed more then they would return, but if they had spare change then Andrew could keep hold of it in case of emergencies.

The first place that they went to was 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions' where Dumbledore met one of his colleagues.

"Ah Hagrid, how are you?" he asked.

"Mornin' Professor Dumbledore, sir, just helpin' 'Arry with his shoppin'" Hagrid said, Andrew knew that the head of the Jedi Order was tall, but he would only just reach Hagrid's shoulder. "Oh, yeh wanted me to fetch yeh this," Hagrid said passing Dumbledore a small wrapped bundle, which Dumbledore pocketed, another boy with black hair, green eyes, broken glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead stepped from the shop.

"What's up?" Hagrid asked him.

"Nothing," he said, Andrew could tell he was lying, but then again, he had an edge.

"Well why don't you and Harry wait here and you can take Andrew and Jarod the rest of the way? They have only just started their shopping and I need to return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said casually, Hagrid agreed and Andrew entered the shop with Jarod.

As they entered a boy with white-blond hair and a pointed face was leaving, as he walked past Andrew his mother muttered something, Andrew didn't catch it, but he knew the woman was trying to insult him.

"Hogwarts?" asked a witch with a kind face who Andrew guessed was Madam Mulkin.

"Yes," Jarod answered, Andrew was soon fitted and left with three sets of robes, one pointed hat and a cloak.

"Well that's the uniform sorted," Andrew stated, mentally ticking things off of his list.

Once outside Andrew and Jarod had a nice chat with Hagrid about Hogwarts and the Wizarding world, Andrew discovered a new sport called Quidditch which sounded fantastic to watch.

"And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry asked Hagrid; it seemed that the boy whose mother muttered at Andrew was rather civil with Harry.

"School houses." Hagrid answered. "There's four see, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw an' Slytherin. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but …"

"I bet I'm put into Hufflepuff," Harry interrupted, seeming down.

"Trust me Harry, tha'd be better than Slytherin," Hagrid said darkly, "every witch an' wizard that went bad was in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."

"I'm sorry, who?" Jarod asked.

Hagrid looked around and lowered his voice. "Voldemort," he whispered, "but whatever you do, don' say his name, everyone's scared o' it," he explained at his normal volume.

"What's so scary about a French verb?" Andrew blurted out, causing Harry and Hagrid to stare at him blankly.

Jarod chuckled. "The syllables of that name just so happen to be French," he explained. "'Vol' is 'flight', 'de' is 'of' and 'mort' is 'death'."

"Knowing a lot of languages is part of the Jedi job description," Andrew added with a shrug.

"So Vol … sorry, I mean, You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts? Harry asked, shrugging off the lengthy translation.

"Years an' years ago Harry," Hagrid said.

Andrew however was curious as to why Harry was so interested.

"Why the interest Harry?" Andrew asked.

Harry asked if Hagrid could answer, since he knew more than Harry did about it.

"You-Know-Who killed Harry's parents when he was just a baby. The thing is though, he tried killin' Harry too. The most powerful dark wizard in history an' he couldn't kill a baby, no one knows why, an' tha's why he's so famous. Tha's why everyone, yeh two bein' exceptions o' course, knows Harry's name. He's The Boy Who Lived," Hagrid explained.

Andrew could've kicked himself for asking, and he nearly did, before Jarod said "Our apologies, we didn't know," Harry simply said that it was alright and Andrew took the initiative.

"I'm sorry for your loss; I've got a friend who's had a similar experience. Her parents and older brothers and sisters were murdered by some idiots who were breaking in. The only reason she survived was because she used the Force to defend herself. They ended up in prison with life sentences and she's now a permanent resident at the Jedi temple, come to think of it, that's how the Jedi found her wasn't it Master?" Andrew asked.

"Yes, it's rather strange that you should go to school with someone who has had a similar experience to Melanie," Jarod answered thoughtfully.

"Well, we'd best get on, or we'll never be done," Hagrid laughed and they started walking off.

"So what's with the braid?" Harry asked.

Andrew could tell that he was just being curious, and not trying to insult him. "I'm a padawan learner of the Jedi Arts, the braid is kinda like my rank insignia, like a Privates Chevron in the armed forces," he explained.

Harry was in awe to find he was in the presence of two Jedi, but carried on asking questions.

"What would you like to know?" Andrew asked.

"Well, how do you manage to be worldwide peacekeepers when you're just based in London?" Harry asked.

"That's a common misconception," Andrew answered. "Everyone seems to think we're just local, but we're not. There's a Jedi Temple in every capital city in the world, London, Edinburgh, Paris, Berlin and so on."

"Oh, so how's the order kept running exactly?" Harry pressed.

"Well, London takes care of recruiting and training in England, Paris takes care of France, get where this is going?" Andrew carried on without letting Harry answer. "Each temple, has its own council, but London is the seat of the Order's High Council. The head of the order stays in London and each temple's council has it's head hold a seat. Master Cooper is head of the London council, in charge of the London Temple, and holds a seat on the High council."

"And you have time to teach Andrew too?" Hagrid chuckled.

"Yes, he's exhausting!" Jarod joked.

"Evil," Andrew dead-panned. "Anyway, the High council doesn't tend to meet too often, so aside from Masters McKnight and Cooper, all its members attend via holo-coms." he explained. "Mostly in times of crisis or, when Master McKnight passes on, to elect his replacement."

"So each temple takes care of its own business, unless something like a war breaks out?" Harry asked.

"Well if that ever happened, there'd be a meeting to find out who screwed up." Andrew said seriously. "But essentially, yes."

The next stop for them was Flourish and Blotts, Andrew bought all of his books there and also wrote down a list of wizard novels that caught his interest.

"Like readin' then?" Hagrid asked, any other person would've jumped a mile out of their skin, but Andrew sensed his approach.

"Yeah," Andrew answered absent-mindedly, he finished reading the description of the book on the back and added another book to his list, and then he noticed that it was the first of a series so he added the rest as well. "I'm not sure why I ever consider buying books though, I have an eidetic memory." Hagrid looked a little confused at that so Andrew explained. "Most people call it a 'photographic' memory, I read something and then never forget it."

"Andrew, we really need to press on," Jarod said calmly, he too was tempted to browse, but they'd already slowed down Harry and Hagrid by asking them to wait at Madam Malkin's. Andrew reluctantly left the shop and they continued.

The next stop was some kind of metal works shop; there Harry tried to get a solid gold cauldron, Andrew laughed, but couldn't blame him, it looked cool.

"It says pewter on yer list," Hagrid said Harry conceded that he didn't really need it, so they got a cauldron each as well as a set of scales and a collapsible brass telescope.

Hagrid asked for two sets of basic potion ingredients, Jarod paying for one of them, and Andrew and Harry explored the Apothecary, the place stank of rotten cabbages and bad eggs, but the things on display were slimy and rather interesting.

Andrew was examining a Unicorn's horn and Harry was looking at black beetle eyes when the two adults came back and led them from the shop.

"Just yer wands left," Hagrid stated while checking Harry's list. "Oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."

That caused Harry to turn bright red, he tried to protest but Hagrid wouldn't have it, in the end Hagrid decided to buy Harry his animal; that caused Andrew to think of his letter again.

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

"How come you can't have dogs?" Andrew asked aloud. Jarod suggested allergies or that a lot of people were afraid of dogs.

Hagrid explained that toads were out of fashion, not that that bothered Andrew and Jarod, Jedi had no need for fashion, and cats made him sneeze, so the best option was an owl, which were mostly useful since they delivered post.

"Well then I suppose we had best buy an owl too, I suspect that Hogwarts doesn't have a telephone or is visited by a muggle postman," Jarod chuckled as they followed Hagrid to Eeylops Owl Emporium.

They took about twenty minutes, Harry had chosen a snow white owl, who was asleep, but she woke up as she was being placed in her cage and her screech awoke the owl that was her neighbour, a male.

Andrew could sense his feelings, that owl was attracted to the one Harry had chosen, Andrew closed his eyes, searching her feelings too, she felt the same. He made a quick decision and chose the snow white owl that was left.

"Why that one Andrew?" Jarod asked.

"I could tell that he wanted to go with her," Andrew answered while looking pointedly at Harry's owl.

"How do you intend to tell them apart?" Jarod asked, the shop owner heard him and decided to answer.

"This one has a large yellow spot on his back," he explained, gently turning the owl around so that the Jedi could see, it looked much like a flame.

"Oh, in that case I know exactly what to call him, Snowfire," Andrew announced, pleased to see that the owl responded to it instantly.

They left the shop and Hagrid led them to Ollivanders, as they went he explained that Ollivanders had been making wands for centuries and that they were, quite literally, the best.

A tiny bell rang in the back as they entered; everywhere they looked there were bookshelves, all of them loaded with small boxes which, Andrew presumed, contained a wand each.

Hagrid sat down in the only chair in the room and the Jedi waited patiently for Harry to be served first.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, Harry visibly jumped, as did Hagrid which caused the chair he was sitting on to crunch under his weight, of course the two Jedi didn't even flinch as they knew exactly where the newcomer was.

However Harry wasn't pleased when he heard Andrew give an involuntary snort "Cheat," he muttered before greeting the shop owner, presumably Mr Ollivander.

"Ah yes, I thought I'd be seeing you very soon Harry Potter," he stated simply. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Andrew found it slightly unnerving that this man's memory was so vivid; he had never encountered another person with an eidetic memory.

"Is that what I sound like sometimes, Master?" Andrew whispered quietly to Jarod.

"No, Andrew," Jarod answered with a chuckle. "It's what you sound like all the time."

Ollivander moved towards Harry. "Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it, but it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Andrew was beginning to get a little scared of this man, the events he was describing had to be at least two decades ago. He couldn't help wondering if so many memories stuck inside one head was healthy or not.

Ollivander touched Harry's scar and seemed sad. "I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that caused that," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands … well if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do …" he trailed off.

He then noticed Hagrid and had a pleasant conversation with him, he stated Hagrid's wand "Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy …" and Andrew found out that Hagrid's wand had been snapped, it happened to all students who were expelled from school.

Both of the Jedi became slightly suspicious of Hagrid's umbrella when he and Ollivander spoke of Hagrid's wand pieces.

"Well now, Mr Potter. Let me see. Which is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked while pulling out a tape measure with silver markings.

"Well, I'm right-handed," Harry said nervously.

Ollivander asked Harry to hold out his right arm and a tape measure started measuring him in various places of its own accord. Ollivander himself was fetching down boxes of wands from the shelves and explaining to Harry about wands, the fact that each wand either had a unicorn hair, a phoenix tail feather or a dragon heartstring inside if it. It was that magical substance which gave the wand its power. Ollivander went on to explain that no two wands were the same and that another person's wand would not be as useful.

Finally, after Harry realised that the tape measure was working alone, Ollivander brought over a few boxes.

"Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave." Ollivander said handing the wand he'd just described to Harry, he took it and waved it around.

Ollivander snatched it back and passed Harry another one. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy." Harry had barely raised this one before Ollivander took it back as well. He then passed Harry an "Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy."

It was becoming clear that Harry was beginning to lose hope, the pile of wands that he'd tried was beginning to reach the ceiling, however Ollivander was seemingly becoming happier by the minute; he passed Harry a "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took it, raised it above his head and swished it in front of him, sending red and gold sparks into the far wall. Hagrid, Jarod and Andrew applauded and Mr Ollivander was over the moon, he placed Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it up, constantly muttering "Curious … curious …"

It didn't take long for Harry to ask. "I'm sorry, but what's curious?"

Ollivander eyes bore into Harry's. "I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr Potter. Every, single, one. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather … just one other. It is curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother … why its brother gave you that scar."

That caused Andrew to gasp and Jarod's mouth to fall agape. Harry audibly gulped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches, made of yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard; remember … I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter. After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things … terrible, yes, but great." Ollivander concluded.

Harry paid for his wand and stepped aside for Andrew to be seen to.

"Now young man, what is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked.

"I don't know, I'm left handed," Andrew answered, then summoned his lightsaber to his left hand and activated it at and angle to his side, he didn't want to harm Mr Ollivander. "But that hand is already taken." He finished as Ollivander's eyes instantly took an interest in the weapon.

He held out his hands, his eyes saying "may I?" Andrew nodded, deactivated it and placed the weapon in his hands.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Andrew said as Ollivander's finger hovered over the activation button. "Each Jedi's lightsaber has a built-in safety device," he explained. "That button is also a thumbprint reader. If anyone other than its owner tries to use it they receive a short, ten thousand volt electrical shock, enough to render the average person unconscious," he finished.

Ollivander nodded and continued examining the object in his hands, from the metallic casing to the crystal that gave the blade its blue hue.

"I take it then that, like wands, no two of these weapons are the same?" Ollivander asked.

"No they aren't," Jarod answered from the corner, handing over his own lightsabre for comparison, the casing was similar, the shape different and instead of a crystal, Jarod's had an emerald. "Every Youngling at the temple is taught and shown how to build a lightsaber and then left to build their own, which is how each one is different," he explained.

Ollivander handed Andrew back his weapon, he reattached it to his belt, and the tape measure started off again. "We will have to use the right hand then," he said while leaving to fetch boxes.

An hour later the four of them left the shop, Andrew had paid seven Galleons for a thirteen inch, Beechwood and phoenix feather wand, which was apparently good for charm work andtransfiguration.

"Well, that's everything," Jarod said pleasantly "How are you getting home Harry?"

"Got a train to catch," Hagrid answered.

"I have another idea, the temple's not far from here, why not come back and Andrew can fly you home." Jarod offered, causing Andrew's face to brighten up, he always loved to fly.

Harry wasn't too comfortable with the thought of someone his age piloting ... anything really. "Is that safe?" he asked cautiously, and Andrew's face darkened again.

"Listen buddy," he snapped playfully, poking Harry in the chest. "If you can get it off the ground, I can fly it, I've been piloting scrap heaps like a pro since I was seven!"

"He's not exaggerating either, sometimes I wonder how the things he manages to get airborne don't just die out and plummet to Earth like rocks," Jarod laughed, if there was one thing his apprentice didn't like, it was people thinking he wasn't a great pilot, simply because of his age.

"Okay then," Harry sighed, still a little worried.

Half an hour later they'd returned to the temple, Andrew had packed his things away in the trunk that they'd bought while on their way out of Diagon Ally, they'd packed Harry's things into his trunk and climbed aboard a small shuttle-type aircraft.

Harry's owl was in her cage, perched next to his trunk and Snowfire was in his cage next to her, Andrew thought it best to show his owl where he'd most likely be travelling to for the next month since he and Harry had agreed to send letters to each other.

"Not going with him Hagrid?" Jarod asked.

"'Fraid not Master Cooper, I've gotta get back to Hogwarts anyway, tell Andrew I'll see him at school" Hagrid said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

"Very well then, a safe journey to you, and may the Force be with you," Jarod replied with a bow of farewell, Hagrid returned the gesture and departed just as, inside the cockpit Andrew rook hold of the controls, which were in the shape of gauntlets and revved up the engines.

Harry didn't like the way that this thing was vibrating and Andrew sensed his fear.

"Don't worry Harry, I've flown things in wayworse condition than this baby, and for further distances too, besides, not only will I get you home safely, I'll teach you how to fly this thing at the same time," Andrew told him with a smirk.

"I think you had best save the flying lesson for another time and place, such as when Harry can have permission to visit the temple and the simulator room where if anything goes wrong he can't kill himself," Jarod said sternly whilst taking a seat and buckling himself in tightly.

"Fairy bubbles," Andrew said "This is 'Mobius' calling launch bay control, requesting permission to depart."

"'Mobius?" Harry asked quietly.

"My call-sign, it's a fighter pilot thing." Andrew explained, listening for the response. "If two people in the air have the same first name, a call-sign saves any confusion, because no two are the same."

The speakers crackled into life as the control room answered "Roger that Mobius, you have permission to leave, have a safe trip and may the Force be with you."

"Thanks control, may the Force be with you." And Andrew shot from the launch pad, at first Harry was terrified and Jarod felt as though he was going to be sick, but soon Harry was whooping and cheering Andrew on to go faster.

Once Andrew was above the clouds he set the craft on autopilot, knowing what was coming next.

Jarod unbuckled himself from his seat and started running, saying something along the lines of, "Blast! This is why I hate flying!" Harry looked at Andrew, Andrew looked back, and they both burst out laughing.

"Does your Master have a call-sign?" Harry asked as his laughter died down.

"Yes, he does," Andrew answered, "'Swordsman'." he added to answer Harry's obvious next question.

Half an hour, three near misses with airliners and two vomits from Jarod later, they arrived at Privet Drive, Andrew brought the shuttle in, towards the road, removed his hands from the controls and pressed a button, the gauntlets disappeared and a steering wheel replaced them.

They were now driving along the road in a black Ford Focus which had the Jedi insignia on the bonnet and doors.

"Where's my trunk?" Harry asked as he looked back to see Jarod on the back seat next to the two owl cages.

"In the boot," Andrew answered casually, as if he was asked that kind of question all the time.

He pulled up to number four and he and Jarod helped Harry to get his things into the house and to his room. Jarod stayed at the front door to explain, to Harry's uncle, how he and Andrew came to be there. At the first mention of Andrew being a wizard, Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley turned rather nasty, ordering the two Jedi to get out and saying something about not wanting freaks about his house before slamming the door in their faces.

"Charming fellow," Jarod said dryly, "shall we?" he asked, motioning to the car

.

Andrew didn't move at first, he could sense Harry's uncle was very close to hitting Harry and wanted to charge in there, lightsaber blazing and save him from the trouble that he'd caused.

"He will be fine young one, I can sense Mr Dursley's anger, but he will not hit Harry, can you not sense his fear over Harry's powers? Jarod asked comfortingly.

Andrew nodded. "I still feel guilty for getting him in trouble," he said.

"Well I do too," Jarod sighed. "However Harry's relatives don't seem the type that would like anything out of the ordinary, he didn't seem to like the fact that he was speaking to a Jedi for that matter, mentioning that you were a wizard must have crossed his breaking point. Come along Andrew, we need to get back and break the news to Mel."

Andrew paled, he wasn't looking forward to the hurt that would most likely cross her face. "Can't we just go and say 'hi' to Harry's relatives again?" he asked.

Jarod laughed and said they couldn't, so Andrew reluctantly got into the car and they left.