Chapter 4

New Friend

A/N Well people, Im sorry that the chapters werent coming these few days. I was sick. Anyway, onwards to the story. Rate and Review!

When Baal Khel took Harry, now Harrak Khel, from his planet, he expected that his wife would not be happy. Surprisingly, she was. But there was an issue: none of them knew how to take care of a baby.And so they had to experiment a bit.

Baal was missing the days, when he could be asleep for a whole night, instead of a few hours. Harrak was crying a lot, and Baal had suspicions, that he accidentaly turned his memories of that night into the nightmares. Another mistake on to the list, he guessed.

Tairi, his Twi´leki wife, was of course surprised a bit, when her husband brought a baby back to Tatooine with him. But even though Harrak was not exactly theirs, she regarded him as her son and would protect him with her life, if need would arise.

But they knew one thing: Harrak was powerful in the Force. When he was crying, items would start to fly. One nearly hit Baal in the head. And he also had something besides that. Sometimes, when he for example cried, windows literally cracked. Or when he laughed, liquids started boiling. Tairi nearly burned herself when she was drinking water in that moment. They both agreed that could not continue, otherwise they might not be that lucky next time. They would getr id of him, no, that was monstrous, but Khel knew a trick.

Khel went to Mos Espa and bought several tatoo needles and ink. Several people he knew were joking if he didnt decide to become a tattoo artist, but he paid them no mind. When he arrived back, he and Tairi set off to work.

They slowly tattooed several glyphs on Harraks arms. Khel learned them from a very old Sith grimoire, and when he knew enough, he burned the wretched thing. Those glyphs were designed to supress one´s power in Force. Khel used a Level 1 glyphs, that only weakened the power and could be easily removed. He did not use stronge ones, because he didnt have enough power for it and didnt need to completely lock his son´s abilities away.

After several days of work, four precisely for each glyph, it was done. Their baby´s arms sported four Sith runes, designed to not spontaneusly burst the Force energy out, as Khel couple believed that the Force was causing it. Khel was not happy he had to use vile Sith magic to secure their safety, but it had to be done. Besides, he could release them anytime.

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When Harrak was five years of age, Baal took him with him to Mos Espa. And that is where our story takes us.

They went to a small parts shop, that was owned by a greedy Toydarian called Watto. Harrak didnt like him. He was looking like a big, fat fly. With a long nose ad stingy eyes. He was also very rude.

When Baal was haggling for parts with Watto, Harrak was meanwhile toddling around. He managed to get outside. A small group of slave children was playing there, a certain blonde boy amongst them. Harrak got near them.

Children looked at him, cautiously regarding the stranger. Harrak gave them the most innocent toddler smile that ever existed. That managed to persuade them. He started to be friends with the young blonde boy, who truly liked everything mechanical. They played for a few minutes, before adults stopped their haggling. When Baal suddenly found out that Harrak was gone, he nearly panicked. But then he heard a children´s laugh. Grey Jedi cautiously went after the sound, with Watto in tow.

Both men went outside and found a group of children playing together. Harrak spotted them and immediately ran towards Khel.

„Daddy!" Shouted the little boy happily. His new friends were meanwhile looking at them with caution from distance. Harrak hugged his fathers leg. Khel lifted him up.

„Where were you, you little rascal?" Harrak pointed at the blonde boy. „With Ani and others." He said joyfully and pointed on the group of children. They were looking at them warily.

„So you made some friends?" Asked Khel. Harrak nodded. Khel shrugged. „Well, that is nice. But we´ll have to go now. Don´t worry, well return." He said quickly, when he noticed his son´s sad face. Khel carried Harrak and a bag with parts to his small speeder. Watto then flew to the blonde boy and started scolding him in some alien language. He also hit him. Other children quickly ran away. And Harrak saw it all.

That day, he started hating the Toydarian, or as much as a child can hate.

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When the father and son duo arrived back to the Grey House, Khel´s house, Tairi was already waiting for them. The parts they bought were for her kitchen, since one of her machines broke. After Khel´s small repair droid took care o fit, Tairi cooked them a lunch and asked Harrak what he was doing.

„I made a new friend, mom!" said Harrak happily. Tairi smiled.

„That´s great! What´s his name?" Harry smiled again. „His name is Anakin Skywalker, though he allowed me to call him Ani." Tairi nodded at that. „I think I know his mother." They then were silent for a minute.

„Mom, what is a slave?" asked Harrak suddenly. Tairi blinked at that, not expecting that question. She decided to answer him anyway.

„Well, sweetheart, do you know about the things I sometimes tell you to do?" Harrak nodded. He was helping Khel with mechanical things and Tairi with chores, when he wasn´t playing. „Yeah, mum. What about it?" he asked, puzzled. Tairi sighed.

„Well, imagine if you have to do it every day, with only short minute breaks and not much foods. If you woud eat any, it would be bad. And if you wouldnt want to do any, you would be punished badly by a person called ´Master´, person that would own you like we own Gracie." Gracie was their repair droid, though they were nice to her.

Harrak´s eyes widened at that. „Why would anyone do that, mom?" Khel took it after his wife to answer that.

„Because, buddy, there are very bad people in the galaxy who like to see other people squirm and grovel before them. They also like when they dont have to work themselves, and so let the slaves do it for them." Of course, Tairi and Khel described him only a most widespread type of slave, the labour one, There were other kinds, but they would tell him about those when he was older.

Harrak frowned. „I dont like slavery." Tairi nodded. „Nobody does, sweetie. But you can fight against it, even if it can be hard."

Harrak smiled. „So I could help Ani?" he asked, excited. Khel nodded. „That´s a discussion for another time, buddy. Now just eat your lunch, and we will start that fighting lesson afterwards." Harrak nodded, excited. He liked the fighting lessons that Khel taught him. And in his heart, he swore that he would help Ani one day.

A/N: Sorry for this more child themed chapter, guys, but I wanted to write it. More family interaction for Harry.