Title: Of Wizards and Jedi

Summary:A rather angsty teenage story with both main characters, Harry and Jaina. Ever wondered what would happen if sixteen year-old twins Jaina and Jacen Solo, Tenel Ka, seventeen year-old Jagged Fel, fourteen year-old Anakin Solo and Tahiri Veila, and later, Kyp Durron, Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade had a run in with Harry Potter and the gang from Hogwarts? Some interesting incidents are in order… MA-15 + just for some adult themes and coarse (teenage) language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters or incidents related to him. I also do not own Jaina, Jacen, Jag Fel, Anakin… and so on. JK Rowling and George Lucas own the sandbox, I'm merely having a play-date with them and have decided to stick my head in.

CHAPTER ONE:

IT'S ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DAMNED FORCE VISIONS!

Jaina buried her face in her hands and moaned.

Why me? she had to wonder. Why must I be the one stuck with the most annoying brothers in the galaxy?

Although, she had to admit, it was rather fun watching them get all tongue tied when it came to girls. A small chuckle came through the Force from her aunt. She grinned slightly into her hands.

She could still hear Jacen and Anakin cackling away in the lounge room. Probably rifling through her comm frequency directory and calling more of her friends.

Standing up, a little too quickly, it seemed, for her brain's liking. She immediately sat back down and put her head between her knees.

Now kiss your ass goodbye like a good girl, Jaya, Jacen's chirrupy voice sang through their twin bond. Make sure you keep your mouth closed though. We wouldn't want any faeces deposited into your mouth now, would we?

She had to laugh. To all those big sisters out there, there are times when you just have to laugh.

A knock drew her attention away from the floor she was currently watching, having no other choice. She got up again, much more slowly this time.

She reached out with the Force and touched the luminous presence just behind the door. Jag! Her mood improved greatly then fell rather rapidly. Her father… Maybe he wouldn't be so icy tonight…

She opened the door and threw herself into his arms. He was looking down at her with a smile on his face. "Hello, sunshine," he greeted her huskily, planting a quick kiss on her forehead before Leia appeared in the hall.

"Hello, Jag," Leia said lightly. "I'm just dishing up dinner. Care to join us?" Jaina gave him a discreet nudge, a slight grin on her face. "Sure," he said calmly, throwing a mock-hurt look down at Jaina. "I could never refuse your cooking, Ambassador."

Leia smiled gracefully. "Yeah!" Anakin piped up, popping up beside Jag. "Mom presses food prep buttons better than anyone!" Jaina stealthily slid her hand into Jag's.

The four teenagers settled into seats at the dining table, Jag shooting a wary glance at Han, still holding Jaina's hand under the table. Han's smile was strained as he glanced at Jag. "How's life treating you lately, kid?" he asked, keeping his voice steady.

Jag glanced down at Jaina beside him. "Very well, sir," he said honestly. "It's been kind for quite some time."

Han nodded slightly. "Good to hear, son," he said.

Leia gave everyone plates and the six of them started to eat, Jacen and Anakin squabbling noisily over some kind of entertainment or another.

Harry sat, dejectedly, on his desk chair. Voldemort was back and Sirius was gone.

He shook his head vehemently, clearing his head of all unhappy thoughts.

You can't dwell on what's already happened, Potter, he told himself firmly. Nothing's gonna change it.

He almost welcomed the sound of Dudley's television blaring in the next room over, it offered some slight sense of normality.

Nothing had been normal since the night at the Department of Mysteries, he reminded himself.

Shut up, Harry, he could imagine Ron demanding. It wasn't your fault, git.

A small grin twitched at his lips. He didn't even try and push it back, which he supposed was an improvement.

He got to his feet. Maybe he should send an owl to Ron. Hermione, maybe. One to Professor Lupin even. Surely two days was long enough without sending one? He wouldn't seem desperate, would he? Moody had said they'd send someone along if he didn't make contact at least every three days…

That would just make Molly Weasley paranoid. The poor woman didn't need any more stress.

"Hermione it is," he decided aloud and sat down again with a piece of parchment and a quill.

Dear Hermione,

I hope this gets to you soon. I really need someone to talk to.

Why do I feel so… so like what being a doormat must feel like? I want to be angry with Snuffles for… This is bullshit. I can't even write it down. I don't have control over anything anymore, it just happens.

But I can't be angry, Hermione. I just can't. All I feel like is that the last time I spoke to him was meaningless. Nothing proper. I just can't explain it.

Please, just tell me I'm a maniac with depression and get it over with!

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have been strange, well normal. They don't order me around anymore. I haven't had to do one lousy thing since I got back.

I think Mad-Eye scared them. I sure hope so!

Having Voldemort back, I keep glancing over my shoulder every few minutes and I can't stay still… I'm going crazy!

I don't want to keep bothering you with my problems.

Please, just write back.

Love,

Harry.

He rolled it up and whistled for Hedwig. She soared through the window, almost clipping him in the head with one of her wings. She nipped at his fingers affectionately as he tied the parchment to her leg.

"Take that to Hermione, k?" he said softly, stroking her silky feathers. She nipped at him once more before soaring out the window again.

The six of them finished dinner in short order.

"What do you say to going up to my room?" Jaina whispered in Jag's ear as she rose and took their plates to the sink. "No complaints from me," he murmured as she came back.

Jaina let go of his hand. "We're going up to my room," she announced, standing up. A strange expression crossed Han's face and lingered.

When they reached the hallway, Jag grabbed her hand again and swung her into his arms. He carried her down the hall and into her room, Jaina protesting laughingly. He lowered her to the bed and smiled.

"It's been far too long," Jag murmured, drawing her closer. Jaina brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "I agree," she whispered. "Two weeks is much too long."

He settled onto the bed next to her. "Stang, I wanna kiss you," he said ruefully, grinning. Jaina smiled. "Since when have I ever said you're not allowed to do that…" she murmured. Jaina had the presence of mind to shut and lock the door with the Force as Jag captured her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.

Jacen chuckled when he sensed what Jaina and Jag were up to. He winked at Anakin and his younger brother grinned. "That was brilliant, Mom!" they both said, dashing out of the room.

Leia shook her head, sighing, as she too, sensed her daughter. A strange expression crossed Han's face again and he got to his feet and went towards the stairs. Leia almost stopped him but he was already at the hall entrance. She instead sent a quick warning to her daughter.

Jaina broke for air and rested her head on Jag's chest. She made a small sound of contentment. "I think I love you," Jag said softly, trailing kisses along the scar running down her neck. Jaina nestled closer into him.

"I do love you," she whispered, running a long, slender finger down his cheek.

A brilliant smile lit his face.

Harry felt a little better that evening when, for the first time ever, Aunt Petunia called him down for dinner.

He sat down, his seat between Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Petunia served him a plate, the serving smaller than Dudley's, but enough for him. Dudley was staring at him, fear in his eyes.

"We received a letter today, Harry," Uncle Vernon said after a few minutes of silent eating. Harry looked up, surprised. Since when did his uncle speak to him civilly?

"A letter about your…" Vernon faltered before speaking again. "Magic." Harry kept his face normal.

"What about my magic, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked, enjoying the discomfort of his uncle.

"Here." Vernon handed him an envelope.

He opened it. Remus Lupin's neat script met his eyes.

Dear Harry,

Due to the disruptions in the Ministry of Magic of late, Albus Dumbledore has seen fit to authorise you to use magic outside of school, making you an exception to the Use of Underage Magic law.

As Mad-Eye has seen fit to put it, you are now authorised to "Turn those relatives of yours into dried Doxy droppings if it strikes your fancy."

However, a word of caution. Your wand should only be used in situations that calls for defensive action or for studying purposes.

Sirius has left you nearly all his possessions, including Grimmauld place, as well as all the Black wealth. You are now a very rich young man, Harry.

You have inherited your parent's vault as well, seeing as Sirius saw fit in his will to have you emancipated. Though the reason why continues to elude me. The vault you have now is merely your trust fund. You are one of Gringotts' richest clients.

In one week today, we are going to send Tonks and Kingsley to collect you and bring to Grimmauld place.

You never have to stay at the Dursleys' again, Harry. You have your own home now, and many people willing to stay with you.

See you in a week,

Remus.

Jaina jumped up, alarmed, a few seconds later, straightening her top frantically. She sat down on her desk chair. Jag sat up, confused.

Han burst into the room a moment later. His eyes went from Jaina to Jag several times. "You!" he barked at Jag. "Out! Now!" Jaina leapt to her feet defensively. "What's he done wrong?" she demanded. Han rounded on her. "I'm not an idiot, Jaina Winter Solo," he rumbled.

Jaina met her father's blazing eyes stoically. "I never said that," she retorted. "I know when a game of tonsil hockey is going on in my own home!" he roared and spun to face Jag. "Out! Now!" Jaina sent a wave of calm towards Jag. "You are not to be near my daughter again!"

Jaina nodded for him to go. Jag left hurriedly, throwing a worried glance at Jaina.

Leia caught him on his way out. "What's going on?" she asked. "General Solo seems to think Jaina and I were playing something called 'tonsil hockey'," he said reproachfully. Leia stifled a smile. "What were you doing?" she asked.

Jag went slightly red. "Talking," he managed to say. Leia smiled again. "Don't worry, Jag," she said comfortingly. "It's natural for teenagers. I'll calm Han down later and see if he can see reason. You had better make yourself scarce for a little while. After all," she added with a knowing smile. "It has been going on for nearly a year."

Harry read and re-read the letter over and over again. "What does it say?" Petunia asked. Harry shook his head and rose, pushing his plate away. "Nothing important," he mumbled. "I'll be leaving in a week, okay?" He hurried up the stairs and to his room.

Hedwig was there with Hermione's reply. He tore the string and opened it frantically.

Harry,

Please, don't keep blaming yourself. You're only making it worse.

The reason you can't be angry is that you know that you shouldn't be.

No-one is to blame for this except the Death Eaters, okay?

If you must be angry, direct it at the Dark Lord and not inside at yourself.

Have you got the letter from Professor Lupin? I'm coming straight down to Grimmauld Place as soon as I know you're there, okay?

Ron and family are already there so you'll arrive to a full house, and when I get there we're going to take you shopping.

Great big ice-cream sundaes from Florean Fortescue's and a shopping trip at Fred and George's shop, okay? Sound good?

Keep your chin up, Harry,

Love,

Hermione

A small smile graced his face. In much better spirits, he grabbed a quill and parchment.

Ron,

I just got the letter that I'm coming down in a week. Can't wait to see you, mate.

Heard about Fred and George's shop in Diagon Alley and am looking forward to having some new materials to cause trouble with. I'll see you soon, k?

Harry

Han clenched his fists. "You are not to cavort with that boy, Jaina!" he shouted angrily. "You're far too young!" "And you're too old to remember what it's like to be a teenager!" she screamed back, a glass of water on her dresser exploding and shattering the carpet with shards. "Get out!"

Han glared angrily. "I said 'Get Out'," Jaina said, her voice dangerously low. Han didn't move and Jaina's eyes flashed angrily. "You have no business concerning Jag and me," she said, flexing her fingers. "I am sixteen and he is seventeen. We can make decisions for ourselves."

Han shot her a dangerous glare. "You are not to speak to me like that!" he stormed. Jaina's dark eyes were defiant. She grabbed a knapsack. With a flick of her wrists, several dresser drawers flew open and clothing soared onto the bed. She shoved it all into the knapsack. She grabbed her hand-held computer, her blaster and a few other things, securing it in the bag. Her lightsaber pommel was in her left hand a moment later.

She swung the knapsack onto her back. "I'm leaving," she spat. Jaina spun on her heel and stalked from the room. Han followed her, still demanding a response. Leia looked confused as Jaina came out into the hall, her eyes icier than Hoth, a knapsack on her back.

"I'm leaving," she said disgustedly, throwing a glare at her father. Leia made to stop her and Jaina gave a gentle but firm Force shove. "When the General here decides he's going to come to his senses and realize that I'm not a child anymore, give me a holler." She dipped her head at her mother and left the apartment. Jacen ran into the room a moment too late.

"Where's Jaya, Mom?" Anakin said, confused, as he came in behind his brother. Leia shot Han a lethal look. "Your sister has decided to leave for a little while, Anakin," she said easily, her eyes betraying the anger she felt. "She should be back in a few days. If your father sees reason, that is."

Jacen looked confused. "Your father has forbidden your sister from associating with Jag," Leia explained. "Why?" Jacen demanded. "He's a good guy!" "He had his tongue rammed down your sister's throat for Force knows how long before I got there!" Han said angrily. "She's too young for a seventeen year old." Jacen made a disgusted noise.

"She obviously consented it," he said. "Probably even initiated it. Jag wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to and she's more likely to brainwash him than he is to do anything remotely amorous without her agreement." Han rounded on Jacen. "She's too you-" Leia cut him off. "She's sixteen, for Force's sake, Han!" she said exasperatedly. "I was younger than her when I joined the Imperial Senate, she's old enough to kiss someone!"

Han stormed into the lounge room, fuming.

Harry fell asleep shortly after that. He dreamt of a piece of black paper, with white ink scrawled all over it in strange patterns.

He dreamt of the hallway in the Department of Mysteries. He dreamt of the door opening and the little glass orbs containing the prophecies glittering around the walls…

He saw the archway. Sirius falling... falling, always falling…

He jolted awake, covered in a cold sweat.

He scrabbled for his glasses and put them on quickly. The numbers on the digital clock said 3:45. Evil numbers…

He managed to drift back to sleep and woke again at around seven.

Jaina stalked down the walkway outside the building, fuming. How dare her father tell Jag he couldn't see her anymore!

She shuddered in anger and stopped to lean against a rail and steady herself. Breathe, Jaina, she ordered herself. Breathe. Calm. There is no emotion; there is peace. Fk the Jedi Code, I'm pissed off.

She let out a stream of expletives under her breath and set off at a brisk pace towards Jag's apartment. He answered the door when she knocked and she suddenly felt tears well up in her eyes, unbidden.

"C'mere," he whispered and took her in his arms gently. He settled her down into an armchair and got her a glass of water. "I'm not going back there," she mumbled as Jag knelt in front of her. "Shh," he soothed her. "It's okay."

"He's a dkhead," she said angrily, swiping at her teary eyes. Jag grabbed her hands in both of his and gently brought them to his lips. She rested her head on his shoulder and allowed him to slide his arms around her shaking shoulders. He drew her further into his embrace.

He shifted and sat down, Jaina in his lap. Her shaking went on for a long time after she fell asleep. He brushed a stray lock of dark hair away and leant back. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep himself.

Harry went down to the kitchen slowly. A note was sitting on the table.

Harry,

Your uncle is at work, Dudley is at the Polkiss' and I am out for the day.

There are sausages, bacon, mushrooms and tomatoes in the fridge to heat up for your lunch.

- Aunt Petunia

He grinned to himself.

Jaina woke in Jag's arms but unfamiliar surroundings. She scanned her surroundings with carefully honed, wary eyes. She nudged Jag and he was awake instantly. "We're not at your place anymore, Fel," she said, her voice low.

Jag studied their surroundings with one bleary eye. A park and a set of swings met his gaze. "T'would appear so," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Jaina sent an absent-minded shove towards him. "Get yourself together," she said, a hint of worry in her voice. "I don't know where we are."

She got to her feet and pulled Jag up. "You're the responsible, older one," Jaina said worriedly. "What do we do?" Jag put a calming hand on her shoulder. "Just try and contact your brother," he said rationally. Jaina concentrated.

Jasa? Nothing. It was like… she couldn't even sense anyone except Jag. There were many minds around them but she didn't recognise any of them. "Nothing, Jag, nothing's there," she said, panicking. Jag started to panic too. "This is another one of those damned Force visions, isn't it?" Jaina muttered.

All of a sudden, presences burst into her mind. Jacen, Anakin, Tenel and Tahiri.

She grabbed Jag's hand instantly as the four teenagers materialised in front of them. Jacen grabbed Jaina in a fierce hug and Anakin was herding Tahiri and Tenel towards them. "Where the hell are we?" Tahiri asked, her tone polite. Jaina shrugged. "I woke up here."

"Jacen was trying to sense you and then he started going all transparent," Tenel said, confused. "I reached out and grabbed his arm, Tahiri grabbed mine and Anakin grabbed hers. Now we're here."

Jag hadn't let go of Jaina's hand and now he pulled her back to him. The six teens retreated into the cover of the trees lining the park.

Harry wolfed down his breakfast. Something was urging him to go for a walk. He shoved the plate into the dishwasher and found himself in Magnolia Crescent. He walked around aimlessly until he found himself at the park.

He could vaguely hear voices but shook them off as his imagination playing up. He sat down on the one swing that the vandals hadn't managed to destroy. He swung for a while, thinking that he would be back with his friends in a week. Only one week! But it seemed so long…

Jaina saw the black haired boy sit on the swing and she could sense his thoughts. One week till he was back with his friends, apparently. She waved for the other five to be quiet and sneaked out of the trees, batting Jag's hand away when he tried to pull her back.

Harry turned around sharply when he heard footsteps. Probably one of Dudley's gangster buddies. But he found himself looking at a pretty brunette with a curious expression on her face and a light knapsack on her back. He jumped off the swing and backed away.

"I don't mean any harm," she said, her accent strange to his ears. A lilting, not Scottish, but more… gentle sound. "I'm merely wondering where I am."

"Little Whinging," he replied warily, fingering his wand. The girl's face turned amused. "No need to feel threatened," she said, tilting her head slightly. "As I said, no harm is intended."

"Who are you?" he asked warily, standing very still. "My name is Jaina," she said lightly. "You are?" "Harry," he said. "Harry Potter." She nodded. "Thank you," she said and dipped her head regally again. "You're welcome!" he found himself calling after her as she turned and walked towards the belt of trees surrounding the park.

He saw a tall, black-haired male jump out of the trees and grab the girl's hand and pull her into his arms. He was obviously admonishing her.

Jag grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. "What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded, his voice low. "He's a lot bigger than you and could have hurt you!" "I'm a Jedi," Jaina scoffed. "He was fiddling with a stick that he had hidden in the waistband of his pants. He would have had no chance."

"I'd like to talk to him, see if he has any idea how we got here," Jacen piped up. Jaina nodded. "C'mon."

The girl was coming back, five people following her. The black-haired one, two dark-haired boys, a blonde and a redhead.

"Uh, hello," the older dark-haired boy said tentatively. Harry couldn't help but grin. "Hi." "I was wondering if you could help us," he said after an uncomfortable silence during which the black-haired young man who Harry saw had pale green eyes, not unlike his own, slid his arm around the brunette and threw a challenging glance at Harry.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked. "We uh, don't know how we got here," the blonde said, confused. "Jaina and Jag woke up here and when Jacen tried to contact her, he came too and we got stuck with him. We came from Coruscant." "Never heard of the place," Harry said. "But it's like the galaxy's capital world," the younger boy said. "How can you not have heard of Coruscant?"

"But Earth is the only inhabitable world in the known galaxy," Harry reasoned rationally. Realisation dawned on Jaina's face and she stumbled against Jag. "We're not in our galaxy," she murmured, her eyes getting wider. She whipped the knapsack off her back and knelt on the floor, rummaging through it. She pulled out what looked like a hi-tech Palm Pilot. She flipped it open and pressed a few buttons.

The others peered over her shoulder. "Message sending failed," the blonde said when a beeping noise was emitted. Harry was getting confused. "What are you going on about?" he asked. "Not in your galaxy? There's only one known galaxy and that's the one we're in now."

The redhead was about to answer his question when, as one, the six of them whipped around, strange silver cylinders appearing in their hands. "Get behind us," the black-haired one hissed. Harry obliged reluctantly.

Dudley and a gang of seven other bullies appeared and Harry sighed in anticipation of the imminent massacre. The gang of teens were eyeing the three girls appreciatively. "Can we help you?" the dark-haired boy asked politely. Dudley threw him a withering stare. "Get lost, punk," he said dismissively. The boy's face was outraged.

"I was just asking if we could help you with anything," he said, his voice dangerously low. "Your reply was uncalled for." Dudley made a face that looked like a retarded pig. "Your smart-ass language was uncalled for!" Piers, one of Dudley's followers shot back a moment later.

Jaina's fist clenched and Jag put a calming hand on her shoulder. She spat several select Corellian curses at the group of teens and they looked at her, blinking stupidly. "You speaking the language of skanks, hey?" one of the others said finally. Jaina glanced down at her knee-length skirt and black tank top. "That's something you're gonna regret," Jag rumbled and launched himself at the culprit. "Ooh!" Piers jeered as Jag grabbed the kid by the scruff of his neck. "Standing up for your whore?" Jacen threw a punch at Piers' nose and it connected, hard. His head went whipping to the side and a trail of blood and spittle flew from his mouth. Dudley backed away, piggy face full of fear. He caught sight of Harry.

He gasped and pointed. "You- you!" He gestured madly at Jag as he dropped the teen to the ground and dusted his hands off. "These are those freaks you call your friends!" Jaina waved a threatening finger at him. "You ever lay a hand on any innocent person again or even tell your parents about what just happened here," she said harshly. "And we'll come after you!" Harry shook with silent laughter as Dudley's gang, whimpering and shaking, ran away like dogs with their tails between their legs.

Jaina kissed Jag's cheek lightly. "Thank you," she said softly. He smiled slightly. Harry cracked up laughing. "That- that was awesome!" he exclaimed. "You scared the shit out of them! Just for that, I'll give you all the help you want." Jaina smiled gratefully. "Well," she said, taking the tie out of her hair and shaking it loose. "He deserved that. What's a whore, anyway? I can tell it's not something good from what he was thinking, but I don't know what it means."

"You really aren't from Earth, are you?" Harry said, marvelling at their accents and the way they looked. Something seemed to be radiating off them. They seemed so… so different to other teenagers. The one called Jaina shook her head. He found himself thinking that the boys at Hogwarts would have a field day with the girls and the girls at Hogwarts similarly with the boys.

"Tell you what," he said, thinking fast. "How about I take you back to my place and contact someone I know who might be able to help you?" Jag nodded and offered Harry a slight grin. He grinned back.

Harry settled the six of them at the table with a cup of tea apiece.
"I'm Tahiri," the blonde one introduced herself. "I am Tenel Ka," the redhead said. "I'm Jacen," the older dark-haired one said. The younger one's name was Anakin and he knew Jaina and Jag. He grabbed a piece of paper from the hallstand and a pen and scrawled a quick note to Professor Lupin.

I was out for a walk this morning and ran into six people. They aren't from this galaxy, Professor. I can tell. I've brought them to the Dursleys'. I want to bring them when Tonks and Kingsley come and get me. Dumbledore would find them very interesting.

-Harry

He ran up the stairs, leaving the six visitors in the kitchen and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Remus Lupin, k?" he said and gave her feathers a quick ruffle as she flew out the window.

"He's trustworthy," Anakin said as soon Harry left the room. The other five nodded their agreement. He came back in a moment later. "Would anyone like something to eat?" he asked politely, noticing the clock said it was nearly lunchtime. "Only if you're going to eat," Anakin said. "So long as it doesn't cause any trouble for you."

Harry couldn't help but grin. "How old are you guys?" he asked, grabbing the leftovers dish from the fridge and setting the food on a plate and put it in the microwave. "All sixteen except Jag, he's seventeen," Tahiri said.

There was silence until the beeping of the microwave prompted Jag to speak. "Who were those awful boys?" he asked as Harry removed the plate. "My cousin Dudley and his gangster buddies," Harry muttered darkly. "They normally end up pounding me to a pulp when they catch me." Jaina looked outraged. "They deserve to be taught a lesson," she said, a twinkling light appearing in her eyes. Harry liked the look of that. It looked rather like the light that had entered Sirius' eyes when he'd talked about pranks the Marauders had pulled during their Hogwarts education. Jacen shot Jag a look and Jag shrugged, a grin sliding onto his face.

"I've sent someone a letter asking if you could come with me when I go to my godfather's old house," Harry said suddenly. "The Headmaster of my school would want to meet you, I think." Jaina nodded. "That's fine. But I still want to teach that thug a lesson." Her eyes blazed. "He's an idiot."

Harry nodded and set the dish in the middle of the table. Sausages, bacon, tomatoes and mushrooms. The seven of them picked at the plate for a while before Jacen uttered a soft string of swearwords. "Mom and Dad have no idea what's happened to us."