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AN6: This story was inpsired by Last Second Savior by plums, Sword and Magic by bluminous8 and The Good Left Undone by Darth Malleus.

First chapter:

A new world

Harry James Potter was drinking his morning coffee at Grimmauld place 12. It was over eight years since the end of the war when he destroyed Lord Voldemort, one of if not the most powerful dark wizard of all time. It was quite interesting from his point of view. He was the "Dumbledore" of the post-war era if you asked someone on the street. He had to admit it wasn't that hard to see the similarity between the two of them. Both were light oriented wizard, masters of magic with immense magical power, who wanted to make the world a better place. But Harry hoped that he didn't make the same mistakes as his mentor.

Despite his political power Dumbledore only really used it when only one alternative remained: violence. Harry didn't like politics more than the old wizard, but he thought if he endorsed someone competent and peace-loving as the Minister of Magic than he would have fewer problems with the Ministry. For this purpose he aided Neville when he wanted to become the Minister after the Battle of Hogwarts. Neville has surprised them: he was competent, hardworking and if needed tough like nails. On Harry advice, with Amelia Bones retiring, Kingsley Shacklebolt had become the head of DMLE so he had a very decent advisor with years of experience in the Ministry.

Harry's lifestyle itself was far from dull. He was chosen by the International Confederation of Wizards for the title of Merlin-class battlemage. He had become the protector of the wizarding world, the hero who would destroy all who threaten the peace, for which thousands died. He never really felt that he was forced into this role. He had this "saving people" thing as Hermione said. But he couldn't help but feel it a bit counterproductive. There was more wizard than he cared to count who only wanted to become famous by defeating him. Of course there were dark wizards and even remnants of the Brotherhood of Death Eaters. And some of them were nearly as dangerous as Voldemort even if they didn't posses that monster incredible magical reverse. Fortunately even with the enemies being quite talented and cunning he always managed to put them into cell or in early grave.

Because of his work and status as The Hero he became the most popular man in the world. He was welcomed as a member of the royal family when he visited abroad as well as in the UK. He was what most male wanted to become and who women wanted to have as boyfriend. He was powerful, rich and hand-some. Some women who were closer to him would add some of these: gentleman, good cook, funny. For all this reasons he was the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding UK (and the world for that matter). He was at the prime of his life. He was tall and thanks to his training regime he was much better shape than most. Most women were captivated by his eyes. The emeralds were alight with his power which he hides most of the time. But despite his good qualities he couldn't find a witch for being his partner in life. It was his dominating nature, the media which had them scared or something was missing. Because of his early years at the Dursleys when he couldn't control anything he had grown up as someone who wanted to control as many aspect of his adult life as he could. It wasn't something that he wanted to change or to the women to compromise for him. If you have to change so much for your partner it was better to go on your separate way. Most of his lovers seemed to understand this and remained on friendly terms with him, thank God/Fate. He didn't want to make his life more complicated with an angry ex.

He softly sighed. Neville wanted to meet him at the early hours. Harry was tired after only arriving the night before from Norway where he monitored talks between the Norwegian ministry and a giant tribe for nearly a month. He only wanted a few days so that he could unwind a little bit after such an ordeal. If he didn't visit or at least contact them about his returning then Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Remus and Nym would all have his head. Well, Remus maybe not but the others surely would, and he still had to speak with his last ex, Daphne Greengrass. Neville of course knew that (aside of meeting Daphne). His friend wouldn't ask for him if it wasn't something really important.

The meeting with Neville and Kingsley was interesting enough. Neville thought it would be a good idea to have Harry teach the auror forces from time to time. The most embarrassing thing was that Dawlish, the commander of the auror force was there to voice his opinion. As the meeting progressed it became clear that he was only there to assist making a timetable which would help maximizing Harry's help. The man was obviously was quite far from happy. Harry could understand that very well. Neville implied with this move that Dawlish didn't train the aurors the way he should and needed outside help. Harry thought it was more along the side of propaganda that he, The Man who Won, assist the Ministry in its work. Thought Dawlish didn't see it or wanted to see it if the scowl that was on his face was any sign.

Harry didn't know if he could or should make time for this. Yes, he was the best dualist in the world but Dawlish and the other trainers most probably will feel insulted by his presence. His timetable wasn't that suitable for this either. He just came home after being away for nearly a month! And this happened more than once in a year, he also didn't feel like having that much patience with the rookie aurors after doing his long assignments. He knew that he couldn't do it now and was pretty sure he wouldn't change his mind nor his opinion on it in the near future. He told that to the two men, but they said he should think about it over night and the answer could wait.

Harry just sighed again, this will make sure that he won't stop thinking about it till they accepted his answer. For now he could just visit his friends letting them know about his return. Hermione was the closest to him as she most likely worked at her project at the Department of Mysteries. The woman was very tight lipped about what she did do so Harry had no idea where he could find her in the department.

- Excuse me, can you tell where can I find Hermione Granger? - the clerk who he asked wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

- What? - he was sure surprised – Mr.. Potter? - His eyes got quite large – Nice to meet you sir! - it was weird as a man at least a decade older than Harry calling him sir, but he started to get used to it. - Ms Granger? I believe I last seen her heading to the Death Chamber...

- Thank you.

Harry eyes had flashed with surprise but he had quickly hid it. He had arranged his face in mere indifference. Anyone who had known him understood that he only wore it if he was angry. He understood full well why Hermione never said about her project anything to him. The woman thought that she protected him from the memories of Sirius falling through the Veil. He really didn't like that; it had been over thirteen years since Sirius died more than a decade. He had made his peace with it long before he had even graduated from Hogwarts! Hermione had known it, even if it was Dumbledore and Remus who helped him through it at that time not her. He had much more recent loses in his life, like one man just a year ago when they captured a crazy Japanese witch hell bent on conquering at least magical Japan, Korea and China.

It was fortunate that as the "Protector of the World" (another fancy title awarded him by the Daily Prophet), that he had access to all the facility's in the UK and most in the rest of the world. He could easily enter the Death Chamber.

"Hermione..."

The woman had been so engrossed in her work that she didn't take notice Harry until he gently tapped her shoulder. She nearly jumped a meter and had subsequently fallen on her butt. Harry couldn't help but laugh at her. Hermione seemingly couldn't decide whether she should be angry at him for scaring her like that or happy about his return.

"Harry! " She decided to jump in his arms and encompass him in one of her rib crushing hugs. "When did you come back? I was so worried!" Seeing that her friend only grinned at her he lightly punched him on the shoulder "And don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry, sorry." he raised his arms in surrender. "I only arrived yesterday night. I've only seen Neville, Kingsley and Dawlish before you."

"Another meeting?" She asked concerned. It wasn't that uncommon that he speak with Neville and Kingsley, but he and Dawlish had tried to remain out of each other's way for years.

"Nothing too important. Just a plan that neither me, nor Dawlish like very much." Said Harry "So that's your project?" He indicated to the Veil "What have you discovered?"

"Oh, it is so interesting Harry!" Hermione was pretty excited it would seem "I can't believe no one studied it for the last two century's. I think it's some kind of door or portal to somewhere."

"If it's a door then maybe Sirius..." Harry shook himself "No, I saw him with my parents. He is dead."

"I'm afraid so, Harry." Said Hermione in a soft voice"I compared it to a door, didn't I? Every door must have a key as well."

"A key?" asked Harry.

"Yes, and I think I know what it is. It was once in three separate pieces but one man united them and become its master." It became clear what she thought the key was.

"You don't mean the hallows, do you?"questioned Harry with narrowed eyes as turned his gaze to the Veil.

"Death Chamber, the Veil of Death, the Deathly Hallows. It can't be a coincidence, Harry."

"Potter!" Their quit talking was interrupted by an angry shout. Turning Harry already had to deflect one curse. He grimaced when he recognized his attacker. Ronald Weasley had seen better days. After with his breakup with Hermione the man's life had taken a turn for worse and he blamed everybody else save for himself and his mother who was helping him as much as she could.

Hermione could only watch as her best friend and former boyfriend dueled with each other. Ron wasn't that bad dualist but Harry was the best and it was showing. Even with Ron madly attacking Harry was only defending which seemed to make Ron even more furious. When he had seen that he couldn't injure much less defeat Harry he pointed his wand at Hermione who was standing in front of the Veil.

"Avada Kedavra!" it dawned on him as the green bolt fired from his wand what he had done. Terror twisted his face.

Harry was much faster and closer to Hermione. He pushed her out of the curse's way. It instead hit his torso and tossed him through the Veil much the same way his godfather went.

Galactic Republic, Outer Rim Territories, Felucia, 16. 10. 12.

Harry had arrived on the ground hard enough to leave him breathless for a second or two . He remained laying on the ground for a minute. When he looked around he had to stop himself from sighing aloud. It would seem that Hermione's theory was correct. The Veil was a door and he had been pushed through it. For a second he hoped that he was only teleported to another location on Earth but it seemed Fate, the gods or destiny has something else in store for him and the back of his mind grumbled about it.

The surroundings were so alien that he knew it wasn't on Earth; he was in a tropical forest, but not in any of the rain forest of the Amazon or of the Congo. Thick forest of mushrooms and fungi of epic proportion were around him some in the most different shades of red, blue, yellow and purple. The moisture was similar to the rain forests on Earth that Harry visited sometimes on work or vacation. Knowing they were more hindrance than anything else he had taken off his battlemage robe and shirt and pun on only a T-shirt. Next he tried feeling the surrounding magic, more specifically any other magical users. He was surprised at what he found out. Magic was strong on this planet, but quite different from what he was accustomed to. He didn't care for that for the time being. He located a wizard or witch not far from here. He was lucky that she or he was close enough and he was quite gifted at sensing magic or he would wander aimlessly for who knows how long.

Knowing that it was always this kind of terrain that had the most dangerous animals (acromantula just to name one,) he wanted at least one of his wands within his hand. He hoped that the Phoenix wand was only knocked out of his hand when he fallen through the Veil and on the ground somewhere close. He tried summoning it without any result and was startled to find that the Elder wand was also missing. He narrowed his eyes then motioned with his hand to one of the minor mushroom like trees. His banishing charm was different from what he expected. It was much more powerful as it tore the "tree" out of the ground and more wide speared as it damaged the nearly mushrooms as well. Even if he was a master of wandless magic compared to every living wizard and witch and surpassed Voldemort and Dumbledore skills in the art he shouldn't be able to do that. Wandless magic was less powerful and much harder to control compared to magic aided by a focus (most often wands in modern magical community). That "tree" was nearly six meter tall and seemed massive. So unless it had much more weaker roots (or whatever mushrooms had) then it was indeed strange that he was capable of that. It was also much easier to control magic on this planet most likely because it was different here.

But he had to put his new wandless prowess to aside. He needed to find civilization and fast. At least his chest was still within his battlemage robe that was always on his person. This meant that he didn't have to worry about shelter and food for a while if it comes down to that. He only had food for a week maybe two if he really pushed it though, and he simply didn't wanted to live in a rain forest for the rest of his life. He reached out with his magic once again locating the magic user. He cloaked his presence fully more than he normally did and started his journey to it in the direction of east if he was correct. He reached out in every five minutes so he couldn't lose their trail. It seemed they was making the way south-east.

After walking ten kilometer he caught up with the group, they had halted at a clearing which might be the reason he had caught up so quickly. The men, well Harry presumed from their forms that they were human males, were wearing white armor and futuristic guns and rifles. Near to them was a walker with six legs it looked like something out of a manga he had once saw while abroad. There were several similar groups all around the clearing. His attention was captured by the young woman somewhere between her twenty-five and thirty years, who was at the edge of the clearing. When she turned to him he felt his eyebrows rising from surprise, it was quite hard to not have more than a reaction than that. Even so when he had seen this being in front of him he couldn't control himself, she was wholly alien with her skin being the color of a blue English sky , the little horns on the side of her head in the place of ears and two tails, he guessed on the top back of her head reaching the small of her back. She was also one of the most bewitching women Harry had ever seen! The skin tight leather top and trouser combo only added to her exotic beauty. She was tall, slim built with just the right swell of breast and butt with Golden eyes that stared into the distance thoughtful as if searching for something.

Behind her there was a little commotion. One of the soldiers with yellow shoulder plate had taken out a little metal circle. One second later a figure appeared on it. He spoken a short sentence then vanished. The soldiers turned to the woman and lifted up their weapons. Harry instinctively ran to help the woman, but couldn't make it in time. At the time when his banishing charm had hit five of them the other soldiers had shoot the woman. Those five he hit were tossed to the side of the mecha and broken their necks much to Harry's satisfaction. The remaining soldiers had turned to face off the new threat but two banishing charms left them in a similar position as the others. He took notice that the other groups were heading his way. He sent a bright blue fireball towards the mech, running to the woman side and lifting her in his arms he disappeared from the clearing before the mech exploded.

The two of them reappeared in the clearing where Harry arrived into this world. He gently laid her to the ground, turned her onto her stomach and cut her top across. It was to save her life after all, so Harry thought she will consider it a small price to pay. His hand shined with silver light as he laid it over her back. There was seven burned hole on her body. She was nearly dead. As he healed her injuries she had gotten better but not fast enough to save her. Harry decided to add some of his life energy to her in hopes it will save this woman's life. He laid his right arm directly on her back and started feeding her his life force. It was an ancient and powerful healing technique, which required iron will, focused mind and above average magical power. For nearly ten minutes he did nothing but healing her with his left arm and feeding her with his right, finialy when he decided he could safely leave her long enough to make shelter he did so. As he did little choice he decided using his tent from one of his chests compartment. The chest had seven compartments and would have cost more than what most wizards had after ten years working. It was Alastair Moddys gift to him not long before the old auror died. The first compartment had a little wizard tent inside. With one wave the tent was standing. Lifting the beauty in his arms again he walked into the tent. It was quite small and Spartan compared to other magical tents which could house an entire family. But Harry never had the need of it. He had planned on expanding it after starting a family. It had "only" one bed- a bathroom a kitchen and a sitting room. He laid the woman, who caused him a run-in with this world military onto his bed. With a last glance to the sleeping beauty in his bed he left the tent to start with the runes protecting their shelter.

When Aayla Secura had woken up she didn't know where she was which was very rare for any Jedi. She could feel a very-very comfortable bed - especially after sleeping on a military bed or the ground for three weeks. She was in a very unfamiliar tent and bed. She started to move but a voice had interrupted her.

"You shouldn't move too much, at least not before I examine your wounds. You didn't drink anything for seven long hours. Would you like some water?"

Slowly she turned towards the door, taking notice of her arching back, to see the owner of the tent. Her eyes widened a little. He was a human male of her age and quite distinctive one. He was about a hundred and ninety centimeter tall. His shoulder was board, his waist slim, his legs powerful. She was pretty sure that physically at least he could be as dangerous as the clone troopers. He may not have the stamina of the Jedi's but he was impressive none the less. He had a firm face with the most unique eyes she ever seen, Emeralds which held within them warm and hidden strength. His accent was interesting as well. It reminded her of a Alderaan and Collerian accent, but differing from those two as well. Maybe his parents were a Alderaan and Collerian couple? But what served as the cause of her surprise was feeling his presence in the Force. 'He is very powerful in the Force.' His sheer power could easily match Master Yoda's or Skywalker's. But while Skywalker was a storm in the Force this man was a star. It had taken her a second to comprehend what he said. When she tried to respond to him it become apparent that he spoke the truth. She tried to say 'Water, please', but what left her mouth could be only described as wookie speech. But it may insult a wookie. Luckily the man seemed to understand what she wanted and offered her a glass of water.

"Here you go, please drink carefully. I will try and explain the situation as quickly as I can. We don't have much time." He told her gentle, but firm voice. Aayla understood from his body language that she shouldn't ask just listen. He didn't seemed hostile but if he was an enemy than just from his presence in the Force indicated to him being The Dark Lord of the Sith. His quite youthful appearance didn't mean anything. There was several ways he could have it.

Their fingers had meet for a second as she had taken the glass from him and she nearly cried out in surprise. She couldn't sense any of his emotions. But when they touched she could feel confusion, fear and hope. She was awed how calm he appeared even with a storm inside of him. It was quite difficult and not even most masters were that good.

The stranger had seen that she was deep in thought and didn't even drink a tiff. A smirk had worn its way to his face even if his eyes seemed to approve.

"You do know I didn't poison it, do you?" He motioned toward the glass – It would be quite pointless as I worked hard in the last seven hours to prevent you from dyeing...

'Death?'Aayla eyes rounded a bit. 'I nearly died?' Looking down she astonished to find her upper chest bandaged over then she realized what he meant.

The man face showed that he realized that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say first to her.

"I apologize. I believe I only confused you with this. Shall we start with introductions to each other?" Seeing no objections he continued "My name is Harry Potter. I have come from a planet called Earth. I doubt, you ever heard about it..."

Aayla just shook her head. The galaxy had planets numbering in the billions. Even if not all were inhabited or were habitable she couldn't know all of them. But she sensed that there was much more to it than what she thinks at first. Putting it aside she replied.

"I'm Aayla Secura from the planet Ryloth, and I am a Jedi Knight." Aayla didn't really felt that it would be necessary to explain these things. She wasn't as renowned hero of the Republic as Master Yoda, Windu, Obi-Wan or Skywalker but was recognizable enough. So she was quite surprised when the man only reaction was his eyebrows rising. Hadn't he heard about the Ryloth, And the Jedi? Was he living on some backwater world in the Wild Space?

"Nice to meet you Aayla. Could you explain some of what you just said to me in greater details? What is the Jedi?" asked Harry. He was glad that there wasn't a language barrier now between them as it would complicate things even further.

"We are the keeper of peace." said Aayla. It was one of the few arguments where she agreed with Master Windu. "The Order guarded the galaxy for thousands of years. I never heard, let alone meet a person who didn't known about us..."

"Well, you just did, never heard of that Order of yours." Said Harry with a shrug "But you never heard about Earth. And I have an idea why."

She wanted to interrupt him, but a raised hand stopped her.

"I had been attacked by someone I once known. We were close so I didn't want to hurt him. I believed I could make him see reason. That I can make him choosing the right way..." the man stared of for a moment then shrugged "It doesn't matter in the end. After a short duel I stepped in the way of one of his attacks and it tossed me into a portal and I woken up in this clearing."

Aayla couldn't help her astonishment as he progressed with his story. She never heard about even something similar happening in her studies in the Jedi Temple. She understood what he spoke but couldn't fully trust him. He was a master of hiding his emotions. The Force was suggesting believing him and Aayla always trusted the Force.

"It was strange." He continued his story "When I landed here I tried sensing any magic user nearby but this planet... The nexus is extremely potent here. But even with that I could sense your signature. Something maybe helped me I don't know. About a hour later I caught up with your group."

"You were near the camp and I didn't take notice of you?" asked a surprised and irritated Aayla. He apparently was a master of hiding his presence in the Force as well. She should be able to sense him from miles away! After all he was like star in the Force. Master Tholme and Master Vos would have her head if they caught wind of it. What of that magic nonsense? He can't think that what he does is magic, can he? Some world thought that levitating rocks and other little use of the Force was magic before the Republic mad contact with them. Even so this portal was something new.

"Ah, yes, sorry about that. Before I started going to your camp I hided my presence and become invisible. Everything around me was unknown, I hope you understand..."

Harry closed his eyes and the next moment his presence simply vanished. His appearance didn't change the slightest but in the Force he just wasn't there. 'Unbelievable' thought Aayla. But it made her excited as well. This would be a highly useful ability for the Jedi's. If Harry would teach them they would have a one more weapon against the Sith.

"How did you do it? Could you teach me? It would save a lot of lives if the Jedi's could hide from their enemies." asked Aayla.

"I believe I can teach it to you... Sadly we will need it much sooner than you could hope to learn it. I have other way to mask your presence but it's not as effective as mine. First allow me to finish my story. As I said we don't have much time."

Despite having so many questions Aayla only gave a little nod to him to continue with the tale.

"I tried to think of ways to speak with you... without the soldiers shooting me first. But it doesn't matter, does it? What I say next may be hard to hear. What are your last memories?"

Aayla closed her eyes as she tried to remember her group was going at a good place and after receiving supplies they were good to go. But the groups to the west were a bit behind so they had a little break so the front would stay together. The she sensed something near the camp. With Bly and the squadron was near she walked there. Next... nothing.

"I felt something at the edge of the clearing so I walked over there. I examined it a little bit but then it's nothing, just darkness. Next I know I woke up here."

Harry seemingly thought about how to say the next sentence to Aayla.

"What happened next... I think it will be quite hard to hear. The closest squad had gone after you. They started to act different. I can fairly easily deduct who is the leader in a group. When I first saw your group I had known that you were the leader. But when they went after you they had a new leader...

Aayla didn't understand. 'New leader? What is he talking about?'

"The man with the yellow shoulder plate had become the leader. What they projected was only hate and aggression towards you. The whole squad tried to shoot you. When I sensed what they want to do I tried to go and help you but some managed to shoot you. I dealt with them and the walking mech nearby than teleported here. You nearly died from those shoots but I healed you. The soldiers had left after a hour they tried to kill you. I saw three pretty big ships flying away."

Aayla was stunned by Harry's story. It was just so unbelievable, but she sensed in the Force that it was the truth. It was hard to accept that the clones, some who had served with her for years would betray her. It seemed he could only trust his fellow Jedi's. But as soon as she thought about them she sensed that cold fears grip her. What if she wasn't the only on betrayed? What happened to the others? How many could survive something like that? She could feel tears gathering in her eyes but couldn't find the strength in herself to keep them from falling.

"Aayla?" It seemed that Harry's voice was from far away and weak speaking something, but she was so preoccupied with her feelings to take notice of them. She felt as someone, Harry hugged her gently as he sat down beside her. His aura enveloped her like a blanket wrapped her inside. Aayla felt the protected and comforted in his arms. She didn't know how but could feel that he understood her. She started to remember what he said: he was ripped from his world and flung to an alien galaxy. Both of them had lost everything, but while Harry remained strong and tried to console her, she had fallen apart.

"Aayla, I need your help." said Harry gently, halting the woman dark thoughts. "I know it's hard. But I promise you I will be behind you every step of the way. If you help me then we can make a difference to what happened."

"How?" whispered Aayla.

"I have an artifact which is able take us both back in time." said Harry as he brought a golden hourglass on a gold chain from under his shirt. Aayla didn't know if she should laugh at this nonsense or be even more awed. Many scientists had tried it in the thousands of years but couldn't do it. After thousands of attempt it was acknowledged as not possible and fantasy of mad scientists. But Harry didn't appear as a guy who would joke around a time like this.

"Do you trust me?" asked Harry. Aayla thought about it deeply. Should she truly trust this man, who she had known only for just a couple of hours? Even when the clones, famous for their fidelity betrayed them, and when only a minute ago she decided to only trust her fellow Jedi's? Even as the logical part was against it she indeed trusted him. Maybe it was the Force, maybe something else but she trusted him, and more importantly for her, wanted to trust him. Having her answer she only nodded to Harry. In return a small but true smile appeared on his face.

"Great! Here is your top! Your other gears are on the table. After you are ready, meet me in front of the tent." With that Harry had gone out of the room. Aayla quickly taken on the top and attached her lightsabers and two little pouch to her belt, then gone after Harry. After stepping out of the tent she was surprised – again. The tent was small, smaller than it should be. Four people could reasonable bunk together in it, but there was no way that what she had seen could physically fit in there. Magic. She didn't believed Harry when he used that word but it started to change. With Harry's wave of hand the tent had been taken down and after another it levitated into a chest. When Harry touched it, the chest had shrunk down to the size of a comlink. Aayla felt a shiver running through her body. She focused on the Force to better understand what he is. It was familiar like meeting a friend after a long time. It was slightly different compared how they, the jedis used the force. Her gaze landed on the hourglass. Aayla couldn't imagine what he wanted to do with it. She had seen some in museums and backwater planets with primitive tribes, but no sane man would use it.

"Come!" He waved her over there lifting the chain. Aayla who still didn't understood what the man planed let him hook the chain around her neck – This is the sands of time. It's worth thousands times more than gold... but that's unimportant. Using it we can go back in time for a few hours Maybe I can make it going back ten and half hour, but we shall see.

With that Harry whirled the hourglass once, twice... twelve times. Aayla could only watch as everything around them moved backward. The birds were flying back. She could see herself leading the clones back into the clearing. Soon everything returned to its normal pace. Harry quickly lifted the hourglass off and started running through in his shoulder bag which Aayla only noticed now. Next he took out a necklace from it and handed it to her on golden chain there was a medallion embedded with diamonds. Though Aayla wasn't as familiar at jewelry as some highborn woman, even she could see the masterful craftsmanship with which this necklace was made. What really caught her attention were the small runes on it. The Jedi knight had known (or at least suspected) that it was some writing but couldn't remember anything similar enough to it to compare.

"Place it upon yourself." Said Harry as he passed it to her – It will hide your presence so I don't sense you at two places when I arrive.

"Ok. But..."

"I promise I will explain everything you want. But for now we should alert the other Jedi's. I presume you have some means for it."

"Yes, I can easily do it onboard of a star destroyer."

Harry eyes shot open as he heard the last worlds. There were ships here which were capable destroying stars?! For now he put his question aside and cast a spell on the hourglass, after a second he nodded seemingly satisfied with the result.

"We traveled ten hours and seventeen minutes back in time." He said to Aayla "We have around a hour for my arrival and little over three hour for the betrayal."

"That should be enough." Aayla would have liked it if she felt as assured as he sounded, but Harry noticed it.

"If you allow me to see your memories I can take us to their instantly." for a second she hesitated then willingly nodded her head "Concentrate on a safe place where the soldiers won't notice our appearance."

Meeting her gaze Harry gently brushed her mind. Luckily Aayla expected it and let him see her memories. After making sure he has a clear picture of the room in his mind Harry apparated into it instantly. They arrived in a futuristic bedroom. While Aayla fought the nausea of her first apparating, in his opinion with record speed, he mused on how hard it was to apparate. He couldn't figure out why. Yes, apparating become harder exponentially after a distance, but he was one of those few wizards who didn't have any problem with intercontinental apparating. For now he put this to aside as well in light of their more pressing issues. After glancing around the room he immediately acknowledged it as VIP a room just from the one, big and comfortable bed. Despite of that the room was surprisingly Spartan. As far as he could tell there was nothing really substantial, decorative or personal in the room, but wasn't so sure that he would know it.

"I have two other spells which will help us greatly. With the first we will assume the pattern of our surroundings and fade into it. But we will have to move a bit slowly or others will notice the ripple we create in the air. The other will soften the sounds we make. I will be able to make it so that we will hear each other."

It was one of the most bizarre feelings Aayla had in her life. They were invisible and silent as they had gone through the many corridors of the star destroyer. Fortunately there was a communicating room just for the Jedi's and high ranking Republic officers which was empty. Aayla quickly locked it up then asked Harry to dispel his magic. As soon as she was visible and audible she opened up a secure channel to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Another woman, slightly older outwardly in a brown and beige tunic appeared on the holo screen. She was humanoid, only with red skin with a few patch of white on her face; on her head she had two hornlike dark blue striped white excrescences with tail like appendage which were similar to Aayla's own head tentacle. The screen may distort her but Harry would guess her to be in her late thirties, early forties.

"Master Shaak Ti." the respect which Aayla used with this woman told Harry that she had a very high standing at least in Aayla opinion if not as the Jedi Order as whole. Which would also explain why she contacted her and not someone else " I bring terrible news. Less than three hours from now the clone troopers will turn against us."

"How do you know of this Aayla?" asked Shaak Ti, who's face had showed a brief flash of fear that near instantly disappeared as she suppressed it.

"The Force sent a vision master." Harry could feel one of his eyebrows lifting, but before he spoke he realized that maybe that wasn't the time for going into the topic of other realities and traveling from them into this one.

"I believe you." nodded the woman with deep sorrow "Master Windu had gone only a short while back with Master Kolar, Master Tiin and... Master Fisto, to apprehend Chancellor Palpatine. We have evidence that he is the Sith Lord and this entire war was his scheme to attain power. If what you say is true we have to assume that they failed."

"No!" breathed Aayla, fear surging through her body.

"What you said verify it Aayla." Replied Shaak Ti, but she was shaken as well "Only the chancellor has the power to order the clones against us. The fog that the Dark Side has cast upon us started to lift. I haven't been able to sense the Force's will that clearly since my days as a padawan, and the Force suggests to me that I should listen to you. We will bring the younglings to a secret sanctuary only known to a few of us. On secret passages hidden for thousands of years but reversed if needed. If no one else they will survive, I make sure of it. I will alert as many jedi as I can. Do you have a way to escape the planet?"

"Soon I will have one." Replied the girl, with her hand on her chin "I won't be able to send message after this Master Ti. Please don't try to send one until the betrayal is done."

"Understood Aayla. The time is two minutes, forty-three second. May the Force be with you!"

"May the Force be with us all, Master."

The channel was disconnected after that. Harry couldn't help but had to ask.

"Why was it important that you spoken two minutes and forty something second?"

"The usage of the Holonet for a communicating channel for more than three minutes is logged differently. I hope that we will be less high-contrast with it." replied Aayla as Harry casted the spells again.

"What's our next move?" wondered Harry.

"Firstly, we should collect my personal belongings from the room you teleported us." she offering her arm. Without hesitation he grabbed it and apparated knowing what will be their problem Harry got another shoulder bag from his chest. Aayla curiously examined it as she taken it into her hand. It was made of leather, some kind of reptilian. The scales were silvery blue. It was obviously more feminine than Harry's making Aayla assume that it was maybe a female friend's, girlfriend's or a female family members. But due of their haste she didn't asked on it.

"It's bottomless. You can take anything inside and it will be just as light as it is now. If you need what you already packed into it just put your hand inside, concentrate on what you want and it will come to you." Only her eyes widening showed her surprise at the new inexplicable item Harry had on himself. Out the corner of her eyes she watched Harry waiting for him to laugh as she started packing. As it proved true, she was angry at herself for being that shortsighted. It was unambiguous that Harry fully understood the seriousness of their situation and didn't fool around. Fortunately she didn't have that much with her so they finished in only a few minutes with Harry making things smaller much to her amazement. For a little while she did something with an interface. After exiting the room Aayla leaded them in the opposite direction of the communication room.

"Where are we going, Aayla?" inquired Harry.

"To the cargo hold." Replied Aayla "We need some kind of ship to leave this planet. We have several options but I haven't decided yet which to choose."

It seemed that the ship was mostly deserted. Most of the clones were on the frontline or at a base. The cargo hold to which Aayla leaded him was empty. I was separated into lots of little cabins most likely to better organize the cargo and for protection if there was an explosion inside the ship. In this one there was a dozen small, slim ships and eight circles, each with two turbines. The latter's were probably booster rockets like the ones used on Earth's spaceships Harry mussed.

"This is my personnel ship." Pointed Aayla to one of them colored blue "Can you pilot spacecraft?" She turned to him. The woman was anxious. She liked her ship and didn't want to leave it behind. It served her in many battle and mission. She spent countless hours to modify it to suit her perfectly.

"The spaceships of Earth are pretty primitive Aayla. We only reached our moon once." Said Harry shaking his head "It requires very special training. But I piloted some aircraft and was quite good with them." He lied a little bit at that. He was damn good behind the rod. He always liked to fly and wanted to try out the muggle way. After the war he could and even military. In the end it becomes something of a hobby and relaxation.

"Aircraft?" questioned the Jedi interested.

"Flying vehicles without the ability to leave the planet." explained Harry as simply as he could.

"Ah. Airspeeders." nodded Aayla. Not bad, but it was a bit different compared to piloting a fighter. Especially one as sensitive as the Jedi fighters was. "Just how good is the 'quite good'?"

"Highest point on the test and beaten some Ace pilot in the air." shrugged Harry a little embarrassed. He was still getting used that he was better than most people on Earth in some aspect, but there was two things where he was the best: dueling and flying.

Aayla was glad that he wasn't a greenhorn, or at least not a complete rookie. But why was he embarrassed? Maybe he cheated on the test. But he didn't look like someone who cheated his way out of this kind of things. After a moment it clicked: Harry was embarrassed because he was very good at something! She turned towards the ships to hide her grin. Her mirth didn't last long in the face of their situation. Could she really risk taking a very sensitive like that for a rookie? She was always reckless, but there wasn't just her life she would endanger... The Force and her instinct said she could take it. And she always listened to them.

"We will take two of them." She decided "Select one from those three." she pointed the group in which hers was as well. Two was painted red while the last was green.

"The green will be fine." Said Harry after a moment "Why select from these three? Why not from the other eight?"

"They are later models." Explained Aayla "They have hyperdrive, even if a small one, so they don't need hyperspace transport rings." She pointed to one of the eight rings. "They have a shielding as well and better hull."

"Oh, ok." nodded Harry as he examined the ships.

"Now, we only have to figure out how we will smuggle them out of the ships." said Aayla "Could you make them smaller?"

"Not enough for it." said he with narrowed eyes. "This ships... what? Five and half a meters long? Without runes I could only make them about half a meter long."

"Five meter sixty five centimeter. But I understand the problem." Aayla worriedly bitten her lower lips "Any other way? That teleporting thing, the way you have taken us here?"

"Not the best for big things like that. I may have another option... How sturdy these things are?"

"They are made for battle. Why?" asked Aayla.

"Would they be okay after a five meter fall?" asked Harry.

"If they land just like they are here then yes. The most breakable thing is the glass in the cabin's window."

"I can repair it." nodded Harry as he laid his hand on the green ship. "Portus."

The ship disappeared with a silver flash. Soon Aayla's own had followed it in similar manner. Aayla had gone behind the ships and returned with two... rolling trash can if Harry's eyes were to believed. One of them was the same blue color than Aayla's ship the other was a little darker green than Harry's.

"Aayla, what are these?"

"Astromech droids Harry." explained Aayla "Highly useful during flight and outside of it as well. R4-D6 please erase any sign of our presence here. Harry this is R3-T4. It's an excellent droid and will be a perfect partner for you."

"Nice to meet you." said Harry, although there was a slight questioning tone in the greeting. To his surprise the droid replied with a series of clicks and bleeps. After the return of R4-D6 Harry apparated back with them to the clearing. Aayla then lead him to another hold. There were several tools for repair and spare component in it. In the third there was dozens of crates. Aayla explained that these were the food, water and medicine supplies for the clones and officers. Yellow colored meant fresh food for officers, while the blue the ration slices and green the medicine. One blue crate was enough for a week for a squad. Harry immediately took one green and yellow and two blue to their camp. Next it was the armory. He took a blaster, two pistol and an entire armor for him. As a finishing touch Aayla activated several bomb at the crucial points of the destroyer. Then with Harry's help she did the same on the other two. Harry was awed by the monstrous ships. He knew that they were big but not that they were that big. They were at least a kilometer long maybe even only a little bit under a mile!

"A thousand and hundred and thirty seven meter long." Nodded Aayla, as Harry asked about that "They are that backbone of the Republic's fleets. There are more than nine thousand in service."

"Nine thousands?" asked Harry in amazement. It was a big number for such massive ships.

"Most of them are on defending Republic world, patrolling or escorting convoys." said Aayla "Real attacking fleets only have about two-three thousands of them."

"I didn't thought that the Republic had that large military force." noted Harry. It was hard for him to imagine the firepower of one of these ships..

"The Republic is peaceful. Or most of it." Amended Aayla "For nearly a thousand years the military was getting smaller and smaller till there was only nominal. Its budget was nearly nonexistent. Then abruptly the Separatist started a war. We didn't have anything at all to defend ourselves with. After the start of the war more and more people said that we need a military capable winning rapidly. Some of them wanted a grand fleet of twelve-thirteen thousands of Venators" she nodded towards one of the ships "and other type's numbers scaled up to it. But now, that I know that Palpatine is the Sith Lord I'm happy that it didn't come to pass."

"You supported it?" asked Harry thoughtfully. She didn't seem as someone who liked the military and war.

"I love peace." Said Aayla defending herself "But we were at an impasse. We couldn't defeat the separatists and neither could they us. It disturbed some of us knowing that if we would utilize the same amount of resources to our cause we would have won this war! Every single day add to the casualties by the hundreds of thousands if not the millions. If we have to apply a little more money to the military for a year then so be it! As it was this war could continue easily for a decade!"

"I understand." Nodded Harry "I know nothing of this war but a less bloody war is always better than the alternative."

"Indeed. For a second I honestly forgot that you know nothing about our galaxy." said Aayla a little bit embarrassed by it "If we want to remain unnoticed I will have to teach you about it. At least you speak the Basic fairly well. Thought your accent is noticeable, but it could pass as a mix of alderaan and collerian so let us hope it will be enough."

"Thanks." she got a smile as an answer. Aayla couldn't help but smile back. "It's time for us to go back to the camp. Only about a hour or so remains."

"What do you say about going on a speeder?" asked Aayla with a small smirk on her face. Harry only shrugged in response so she started jogging to the other side of the camp. When they got there Harry stared at the thin vehicle, which seemed as a hover motorcycle. In one shift motion Aayla was on its seat and glanced at Harry. Harry was a bit hesitant as he sat behind her as he couldn't find any good handhold. He couldn't grab onto her shoulder as it was really distracting. Hermione did that sometimes as they gone for broom riding together and it wasn't fun at all. Softly sighing he embraced her casting a silencing charm at the same time. Aayla smirked at him.

"Won't they notice that it disappeared?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"If what you said was true them they rushed at leaving the planet. There is always something that is left behind. Once they nearly left one of the carriers. I rarely seen Bly as angry as that time!" said Aayla. "I'm fairly sure that it would take them a few hours at least to notice that it isn't on one of the ships, and the bombs will explode before that."

With that she started the engine. Harry was glad that he casted the silencing charms as the speeder was loud, really loud. The silencing charm didn't silence the target only quieted it. A second later it shot out. Harry would guess that they were going at 250-300 km/h at least. Aayla was quite good at it, seemingly evading the trees and other obstacles in their path on instinct. Aayla worriedly casted a glance back, but it was unnecessary. Harry clearly enjoyed the high speed which they traveled with. It only taken them a little more than half an hour to arrive to a clearing. Harry brought all of their equipment from the clearing he arrived to this one. It would be interesting how they explain it to the Harry who will arrive in about another half an hour. After it was done the man had the tent up and cast an array of spells on the ships and clearing. Aayla couldn't help but be amazed by the way Harry manipulated the Force and the wide spectrum of useful skills he had..

They only started to go in the tent as it was nearly sundown when it happened. She couldn't help it: she collapsed as she felt the pain surging through the Force. Thousand cried out them disappeared. It was like all the stars vanished from the shy and she was alone in the whole galaxy. Luckily Harry caught her and lifted in his arms. Swiftly he went into the bedroom where he laid her on the bed and sat on its edge. Aayla grasped him in alarm, but Harry soothed her.

"I only take off my boots and yours." Aayla only nodded her eyes full of unshed tears.

Harry didn't waste a moment. A second later he was barefooted and in the next so was Aayla. He also tossed his T-shirt off as he lay beside the young Jedi and gathered her in his arms.

"Sssh. Let it go. You can't have it bottled up Aayla."

Aayla couldn't help it: she silently started crying. She wasn't as traumatized as hours ago but it still hurt. She was alone in the galaxy, her friends, brothers and sisters in all but blood died that day by the betrayal of their comrades. A shiver runs through her. Sensing it Harry wrapped her more tightly to his chest. A sliver of a smile found its way to Aayla face. No, she wasn't alone. Not completely.

Character info:

Harry Potter: Wizard. Ripped out of his home world, he wants to start a new life in a galaxy alien to him. His main objective is helping Aayla Secura as well as he can. He is a fugitive accompanying Aayla Secura Jedi knight.

Aayla Secura: Jedi knight. Her main objective is staying alive in the galaxy ruled by two Sith Lords while being hunted down as an enemy of the state.