Full Summary:Watching her godfather fall through the Veil unleashed something strange in Leilani Potter. In a moment of madness, or perhaps Potter luck, the two were awfully similar, she leapt headfirst into the Veil, determined to find Sirius Black. Instead, she discovered an incandescent organ of life, visibly vibrating with the pulses of billions, known to the locals as Coruscant. With it came crime syndicates and senates, war and rebellion, and an order that called themselves Jedi's.

Tags: Harry Potter/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Harry Potter, Anakin Skywalker/Harry Potter/Obi-wan Kenobi, Sirius Black/Ahsoka Tano,Female Harry Potter, Harry Potter Uses The Force, She's Not Very Good At It In The Beginning, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Human Disaster Anakin Skywalker, rule of three, The Force Ships It, Light-Hearted, Bonding, Jedi Training, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Accidental Use of the Force, Alternate Universe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

Set: In Order Of The Phoenix for Harry Potter, and Just before Attack of the Clones Movie (this fic will be going through all movies and the animated series too).

CHAPTER ONE:

Falling

Leilani Potter's P.O.V

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Sirius Black was laughing at Bellatrix Lestrange, ducking below her jet of red light. He wasn't so fast on the second flung curse.

It hit him squarely in the chest, right over his marauder heart.

Leilani Potter could feel the heat of it from a few feet away, a wall of warmth that stung the side of her face as she held her ground against Dolohov beside Neville Longbottom.

She could still hear his laughter rumbling around the cavernous room, even when it died in his throat.

She could still see his mirth that had not quite lifted from his face, even as his eyes widened in shock.

That was the worst of it, Leilani would remember. That smile, that damned, beguiling smile still plastered on his face even as-

She didn't know when or how she knocked Dolohov down, but she remembered, distantly, as if she was suddenly underwater, hearing the smack and slap of his body hitting marble ringing out behind her as she twisted, jumping down the steps, wand in hand, dashing for the dais holding the Veil and her dear, dear Sirius.

To Leilani, it happened ever so slowly. It gave her a chance. If she was fast enough, swift enough, if her feet just bloody moved quicker than what they were, she could reach him, grab him, save hi-

Sirius stumbled back a step, skidded, his body curving in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ghostly Veil hanging from the arch.

Leilani had only been three steps away.

So close, and yet so far.

She would always remember the brush of his velvet waistcoat on the tips of her fingers.

Just one inch out.

One step behind.

One spell too late.

The story of her life.

She watched the mingled fear bleed through the surprise on her godfather's wasted, once upon a time handsome, face as he plunged through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the Veil, as if he was a marionette and the puppeteer had abruptly yanked him by the strings.

The Veil fluttered for a moment, disturbed, before it settled back into place.

Leilani heard Bellatrix's triumphant scream, semi-furious half hysterical, but she knew it meant nothing. She'd see. Sirius had only just fallen through the archway.

He would reappear on the other side any second now.

He would.

Right now.

A breath later.

A beat more.

Sirius would-

He wouldn't.

"Sirius!"

Leilani yelled. It was the type of scream that tore the soft tissue on its way out. A burst of emotion, fierce and hot, too wild to contain.

It burned.

It burned and it seared and it was a terrible, terrible noise. Yet, still, she cried again, as if she screamed hard enough, pleaded more, begged and demanded, he would come back.

"Sirius!"

Sirius must be behind the Veil. If Leilani just got through, stretched, she could pull him back out again and-

Two arms draped around her torso, tight and taut, wrenching her away.

Remus Lupin's breath was cool against the shell of her ear.

"There's nothing you can do, Lela. It's-"

No.

No, this wasn't the end. It couldn't be. Not for Sirius. There was still so much they were going to do. He was going to be a free man one day, and she would live with him, and he would tell her tales of her parents and they would laugh over chocolate cake, his favourite, and-

So many tomorrows gone. Wasted with a laugh.

Life, with all its promises of tomorrows, could not just… Just… end so suddenly.

Get snatched away in a misstep.

"Let go! I can get to him. I can save him! He's only just gone through! Let go, Remus! Let go!"

Remus's grip tightened until it was hard to breathe.

Or Leilani was struggling to breathe to begin with.

Time meant nothing here, in the shadow of grief.

What came before and what happened after seemed to drain together into one lobbing muddle.

All she could see was Sirius's smile.

"It's too late! Stop struggling! There's nothing to be done… He's gone, Lela. He's gone."

Leilani became oddly… Calm, in Remus's grasp. Calm and quiet. Why?

Because that was wrong, wasn't it?

Nothing to be done.

She was told that her whole life.

There was nothing to be done but to go back to the Dursley's and be locked in her cupboard.

There was nothing to be done but to struggle and battle and run from Voldemort, always ten steps behind.

There was nothing to be done but watch her dear godfather die.

But that was a lie.

There was only two times in a life where nothing could be done. Yesterday, for it had already passed, and tomorrow, for it had yet to come.

But today?

Today was a wonderful promise of everything, anything, and all possibilities.

If one tried.

Today was always the day to believe, to love, to do and live.

Leilani believed that with all her heart.

She had to.

For she was about to do something utterly Potter-ly, despite being the spitting image of her mother.

She was going to do the impossible.

She was going to save her godfather.

Suddenly, she could see.

Suddenly, she could hear.

Suddenly, she could feel.

Everything. All at once. Everyone. She could feel the darkness in Bellatrix over the way, an oil like substance, thick and dense, disgusting, churning in her stomach. She could feel Remus's sorrow, so poignant, like rain hitting a tin roof, though he struggled to keep himself composed for her. She could feel the scrape on Hermione's knee, as if it were her own, and the bump to Neville's head, and the air around them, alive with… with…

Life.

From the marble floor to the Veil itself, everything was alive.

And if she just reached out, touched it, asked and-

"Let go!"

Remus was flung away from her, somersaulting in the air, pushed back by an unseen force, a wind… Something not fully magic.

Something else.

Something new.

It felt like hope.

She wasted no time.

She ran for it.

She heard someone yell behind her, shouting her name, perhaps Ron, desperate and frantic, but this was too late.

She leapt.

She thought of Sirius's grin, vivid on the back of her eyelids, filled with mischief, and she held on tight to that thought, that love it invoked in her, as her body slammed into the Veil and the world around her went lurching north.

And up.

And up.

And up…

Then, pop, she was falling.

Falling from quite a high place.

Falling rather fast, actually.

Falling into a crowd of-

Oh, bloody hell.

A.N: This was actually a request from a lovely user. She wanted a Protective!Obi-wan/Fem!Harry/Obsessed!Anakin fic where Leilani, who looks like Lily, falls through the Veil and ends up on Coruscant. I hope this is a step in the right direction, and for those who have taken the time to read, I really do hope you enjoyed chapter one. Don't forget, if you wish to see more, don't forget to drop a review, they keep the fingers typing! Hopefully, I will see you all soon, and stay safe.