The Chosen Ones

Chapter 1

Harry woke up in an unfamiliar setting. He looked around.

Damn it, he thought as he realised his surroundings. Hospitals always looked the same. But as he looked around, he noticed things weren't completely right.

There were aliens in the room.

The strangest part to him wasn't actually that there were aliens in the room. No, the strangest thing was that nobody seemed to be giving a damn about the aliens. One of the aliens came over to him.

The alien was wearing a brownish robe under a white medical jacket. He'd know the jacket anywhere—the number of times he'd been in hospitals.

"How are you feeling?" asked the alien. The alien looked mostly human, but had two tentacles on its head and was blue.

"You're an alien," said Harry as he sat up to look around properly. "You understand my language. How do you do that?"

"You speak Basic, young human," said the Healer.

"Wait, I was on Earth, fighting," said Harry. "My team got hit, I was injured and then somehow I ended here. I am doing well, by the way."

"That is good," said the alien healer. "I will contact Masters Kenobi and Yoda. I'm sure that they will want to talk with you. I can sense that you are very powerful."

"Masters? Are you some sort of servant?"

"I am a Jedi Knight, a guardian of the peace in the Galaxy," said the Healer. "My speciality, of course, is healing. I have not yet achieved Master status, and I never will. Only the Guardians become Masters."

A couple of hours later, a human wearing brown robes, who looked to be about 30 years of age, and a little green goblin walked into the room. Well, thought Harry, the Human was walking. The other was floating on some type of device.

"I trust you are well?" asked the Human. "I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is Master Yoda. I'm told that you're unfamiliar with species other than your own, so I will say this. Even we don't know what species Master Yoda is."

"From where do you come?" asked the goblin apparently named Yoda. "Great power, I sense in you."

"I come from the Terran system, a planet called Earth," said Harry. "I'm sure that it's not on any of your charts. It's many galaxies from here. On my planet, there are a select few that can control a special power that we call magic."

"Hmm," said Yoda. "Meet your apprentice, he should," he said to Obi-Wan. "Good for each other, the two of them could be."

"Very well, Master," said Obi-Wan. "Is there anything you need..."

Harry immediately could tell the reason the human trailed off. "My name is Potter. Harry Potter. Some books would be nice," he said. "So that I can acclimatise myself to your culture?"

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Harry had been provided with objects that looked like iPads. He supposed it was the type of information retrieval system used in this place. The same thing had been invented on Earth a couple of centuries back, in the 21st century.

Although Harry looked like he was in his twenties, he had in fact lived quite a long time. It seems that being the Master of Death really put the whole dying thing on hold. If I truly were the 'Master of Death', I'd just order it to take me, and get this thing over with.

The whole Jedi thing rang a couple of bells in his mind. It took him a couple of minutes to remember back to the 21st century, when Hermione bought all of the Star Wars movies and made him watch them. He thought that the twelfth one was the best of them all, but you couldn't go wrong liking the Original Trilogy.

Those events are in the Future! Harry thought to himself, as he read materials on the iPad. His beloved Hermione, who had died 200 years ago from Harry's perspective, would have been proud of him for reading so much, and for learning so much.

Soon enough, green goblin—that is to say, Yoda—was back.

"Many questions I feel you have," Yoda said, using his very strange syntax. Harry supposed Yoda used an older form of Basic (as they called English) that had different grammar rules. "Discuss your powers, we must."

"Do not read my mind, Master Jedi," said Harry. "I've had enough of that over my lifetime, and believe me, I'm a lot older than I look."

"Great power you have, if detect that, you can," said Yoda. "Judging your intentions, I was. Feeling your power, I was. Powerful warrior, you are."

"Wars don't make one great," sneered Harry. "I come from a planet that has magic. A select few are able to use this magic, quite similar to your Jedi. Except that we aren't all knights—we have all sorts. Like you, we have a dark side and a light. Like you, we have prophesies."

"What know you about prophesies?"

"I don't believe in them," said Harry. "They are generally too vague to be of any use."

He then recited the prophesy that led him to defeat Voldemort.

"About that prophesy, agree with you I must," said Yoda. "Many meanings, it could hold. Our own prophesies we have."

"Tell me," said Harry.

"Work on me, that will not," said Yoda. "Powerful with the Force are you. Planning on telling you, I was."

Harry chuckled at the little being, which then recited the Prophesy.

"Wait, did you just say, 'Bring balance to the Force'?" asked Harry. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't the Force a constant struggle between the Dark Side and the Light?"

Yoda nodded.

"If I read this properly," Harry continued, pointing to the iPad, "There can be only two Sith at a time. To bring balance to the Force would be a very bad thing. We need to destroy these Sith, but what about the other Darksiders? I figure that as long as they don't come to the Republic and start doing Dark things that we shouldn't mess with them."

"Very wise are you," said Yoda. "Trained you can be."

"Master Yoda, I'm over 300 years old by my calendar," said Harry. "Good living and a good relationship with Death have helped me out, but still."

Yoda looked shocked at the Human's actual age. "A test we will give you," he said as a large black-skinned human walked in with a lightsaber and put it down on a desk. "Call the Lightsaber to you, you will."

Harry focused his magic. He was pretty sure that he wasn't very strong in this Force, but he had his magic, which would replicate some of the effects. He cast the summoning charm, and the sabre came right to him.

The black human pulled out a lightsaber, and ignited it. "What can you do, boy?" he asked. Harry ignited his own sabre. It felt right, and he could almost feel a warmth going through him, not unlike the first time he got a wand. It was almost like he was being energised, probably with this Force that all of the Jedi were talking about. Harry, being as old as he was, and as in tune with his Magic as he was, only needed a wand for the big things.

Cheap tricks and showing off, that was another story completely.

"It's been a while since I've actually used a sword, but I'll quickly remember. The opponent was a lot bigger the last time—a giant snake. It nearly killed me. I eventually had to kill it."

The lights in the ward went off. Just like in the books, Harry thought. After Hermione's death, he'd read some antique books, some of which were the Star Wars novels. He remembered that this was a common training technique.

The only light on the ward was the glow of the lightsabers. He sensed the black man swinging his lightsaber, so Harry brought his own to block it. The two combatants circled each other for a couple of minutes, as if sizing each other up.

This continued for a couple of minutes, with the black man and Harry exchanging swings and blocks. Then, he realised that the black man was blocking just a hair off the prime timing. Harry blocked a shot on one side, and then quickly brought the sword up and hit the other man on the shoulder.

"Very good," said Yoda. "Good with the Force, and with a Lightsaber are you."

The lights came back on, and Harry waited for the other human to power down his lightsaber first. Harry was surprised to see that the other human was barely hurt.

"Master Windu, what think you?" asked Yoda. Harry turned to the black man, who must be this 'Windu'.

"He's good," said Windu. "I had a hard time reading him, and he was quite powerful at deflecting my attacks, even without a visual. I'd say that if he and Skywalker were put together, that they could teach each other what they need to know."

"For that, a lightsaber he will need," said Yoda. He turned to Harry. "A training lightsaber, that was. A stronger connection with the Force, you now have. To Ilum with Master Kenobi, we will send you."

"Thank you, Master Jedis," said Harry. "And if I were you, I'd keep an eye on Palpatine."

"What?" asked Windu.

"I have a bad feeling about the Supreme Chancellor," said Harry. "Almost if he is the person we need to destroy if we are to ever have peace."

"Do you mean to say that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord?"

"I cannot say for certain," said Harry. "But I do sense more darkness in him than is usual—even accounting for the fact that he is a politician."

"We will have to meditate on this," said Windu. "Kenobi will be here as soon as the Healer says that you are cleared."