Hi all!

I know it's been awhile. I've had personal issues popping up over the past year, but I'm back.

I've been sitting on this story for awhile. I have three chapters of it so far and am trying to just get them solidified, greased like a well oiled machine. I don't know how much romance is going to be in this. There's definitely HHR but it's more of a Harry and Luna friendship. I can't promise it will be updated on time, but I'm thinking one chapter per week, maybe every two weeks if need be. So we'll see what happens.

Any way, I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think because I took some liberties here. Just don't be a dick, okay?

May the Force be with you.

One

"I'm afraid, Master."

"Of what?"

"Failure."

"Dwell not on fear, Harry. It is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to hate—"

"Yes, I know the rest."

"Then you know that the Force will protect you. You are powerful, more than I was when I started. Do not fear, it has no use but to fuel the monster hiding inside all those who can use the Force."

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, using the world around him to gather strength. A comforting blanket fell over him and he opened his eyes as his lightsaber, still in pieces, floated into the air. The green crystal most prominent in the fire light. He closed his eyes and moved his hands together, reaching out and feeling all the parts come together. He was strained. He was still only a beginner but he would learn. The hilt fell to his lap and he let out a strained and staggered breath. He felt drained, but the Force would see him through.

He stood and held the metal rod gently, as if touching it would break it.

"Go ahead, turn it on," said the specter, its ghostly like blue light strong in the dark. The man was old but held himself up high. His hair was grey and his face smiling softly behind a thick beard.

Harry thumbed the trigger and a green beam of light extended from the handle with a sharp buzzing noise. He looked at it, mystified as the green light shone upon him.

"Give it a test."

Taking his blade, he practiced through motions he'd been taught. Flowing like water, he moved across the cave floor. He cut into some rocks and they sliced in half as if he'd taken a knife to butter. After what felt like minutes he stopped and dismissed the blade. It made a comical slurping noise as it disappeared into the hilt, the darkness of the cave came back to envelop him. He moved towards the fire light and sat next to it.

He had done it! He'd created a lightsaber! He was the only one to do so in this galaxy! All with the help of his mentor and friend.

"Thank you, Master Skywalker."

But the young man already knew that his Master was gone. He'd be back, but for now the boy was alone. And he meditated, letting the Force be his guide.

"Harry!"

He opened his eyes slowly and cautiously to the sun. It would do no good to be blinded.

"I'm up."

"Well it's about time! You've slept through the whole break!" Hermione admonished him with a smile. He smiled back. He hadn't been sleeping, he'd been meditating. Something was coming, he felt a disturbance in the Force, but he wasn't sure what. And he had yet to talk to his Master about it. Perhaps tonight?

"I didn't get much sleep last night, sorry." He threw her a lopsided grin and she blushed.

"Well, come along then. We don't want to be late for Defense class." She helped him up and he bent to pick up his books. He felt her eyes scrutinizing him. At least his lightsaber was out of sight. She would question and he was not ready to tell her. He was not ready to tell anyone, but she'd be the first to know when the time came.

"Why didn't you sleep?" she asked as they walked up the hill under the autumn sun.

"I was just thinking about the future. Where are we going from here? What's next? Everything a teenager thinks about every now and again." He shrugged.

She was silent for a moment. He saw her bite her lip. "Well, did you decide anything?" she finally asked.

He looked over at her and smiled. Gently he took her hand and rubbed a thumb along the side of her palm. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and he felt the heat under his lips. "Race you there!" He dropped her hand and sprinted towards the castle.

"Harry James Potter! You come back here right this instant!" He heard the smile in her voice and he felt like a kid again.

Something big may have been coming, war was always in the air, but the Force would be there with him.

He awoke with a start, gasping for breath and sitting upright in bed. He reached out his hand and called for his lightsaber. He activated it and a green light lit up the room. He looked around but there was nothing there.

"Easy, Harry. Easy."

Harry closed his eyes, sighed and then took a deep breath, extinguishing the blade. "Master Skywalker," he said in relief.

"I sense tension and conflict in you, Harry."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at his mentor. He stood there as always: a white and brown robe hanging on his old but strong frame; his beard taught as his mouth frowned; and his eyes showed worry and compassion.

"I've felt… sensed… something, Master. Something is coming and I don't know what."

Luke was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Harry, the Force is an amazing thing. It binds the world together, connects us and keeps us strong. A Jedi knows this and gives their life to the Force. But that's not to say that the Force is the only thing in this world. Sometimes it is cloudy and sometimes it tricks us. But that is just because even a Jedi cannot truly understand how far and deep it runs." He paused. "But I have felt something too. War is coming. This Voldemort you speak of is gathering his forces."

Harry hung his head. "I am nowhere near powerful enough to fight him, Master."

"You're very strong, Harry. However, you need to learn the difference between surrendering yourself to the Dark Side and truly opening yourself to the full power of the Force. It is a thin line, one that is easily crossed. I've slipped upon it a few times in my many years, but a true Jedi always sees the light. You need to let people know, Harry. I can only do so much and you alone can only do so much. The Force is strong in you, stronger than that which makes you a wizard. But you need more training to bring it out. Dwell on that."

When Harry looked up Luke was gone but his words remained. He had to tell someone. He needed more training to see what he could do in actual combat. His secret was over. He got out of bed and put on a robe. He stepped out of the Head Boy's dorm and moved silently across the hall to the Head Girl's door. He knocked on it and heard nothing. He knocked a little harder. Something began stirring on the other side of the door.

A sleepy Hermione answered, her eyes half closed, "Harry? It's three in the morning."

"We need to talk."

Her eyes opened a little more. "Now?"

He nodded. "Now."

"So let me get this straight, you're the last of an ancient order of wizards—"

"Jedi."

"Yes, right, Jedi. And you feel there's a war coming. Well we already know about the war. But you know how this Jedi business sounds, right?"

He just stared at her. He wished Master Luke would come explain it. He'd do a better job than he could.

"And then this whole… force thing? You do know that's not physically possible don't you? Are you putting me on? Is this for some big joke? Merlin, Harry, I have class first thing in the morning."

"I'd believe you," he said softly. She frowned but said nothing. "And it is real, all of it."

"Then why can't normal witches and wizards use it? Why do we need wands?"

"Because you aren't Jedi," he pleaded with her.

"Right…"

He sighed.

"Listen, Harry, I'd believe you if I could… but what you're saying doesn't make any sense. Now please, go back to bed." She got up off the couch and began walking towards the stairs.

Show her, he heard in his head. Han thought the same of the Force when I met him. Show her.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He'd never practiced in front of anyone besides Luke before. He was nervous, but as he let that breath out, he felt calm and at ease. The Force was filling him with power and it was magnificent. Easily, he reached out and felt Hermione's life force and tugged at it, he opened his eyes and reached out a hand, lifting her into the air.

"What— Harry Potter you put me down this instant!"

He pulled her towards him and sat her on the couch. She glared at him.

"Really, Harry? A simple spell isn't going to change my mind."

"It wasn't a spell, it was the Force."

"Oh come off it! You're hiding your wand up your—"

She grabbed his wrists and slid her hands up his arms, feeling for the piece of holly. But there was nothing.

"What are you up to, Potter?"

"I'm not up to anything!" He screamed, standing. A vase broke and a picture fell off the fireplace mantle. Hermione scooted back, scared as a blast came from within him. He was angry now. How could she not see? Why did she think he was lying, her of all people! He thought she'd understand!

What was he feeling though? What was that in the corner of his mind? It was... incredible. The power! The draw towards it was magnificent!

Calm yourself, Harry. Do not let anger consume you. It is a trivial matter. In time she will believe. Patience. That is the key.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself, the thing in the reaches of his mind began to recede back from where it came. The Dark Side, he thought. How easily it had come!

"I'm sorry," he said softly, before retreating to his room. He locked the door and sat on his bed, thinking. There was no one to help him. There was only the Force and he lost himself in its pool of healing.

He was walking around the lake, thinking the next morning during one of his breaks. It was starting to chill, but not horribly. He was training his body to embrace the weather, toughen him up.

Who could he tell? Remus, maybe. That might be his only option. With Dumbledore gone and Ron so dellusioned… it had to be Remus. Maybe Master Skywalker would even be there.

"Harry?" a voice tentatively called out. He turned to see Hermione walking towards him. "I'm… sorry if I upset you last night."

He stared at her and sighed. "You didn't, Hermione. Only you hurt me. As I said, I'd have believed you. And honestly? I'd prefer to be alone at the moment."

She frowned but nodded and walked away.

Maybe that had been a little harsh, but he needed to distance himself from her. He had lied. He held much anger towards what had happened the night before. He couldn't have that holding onto him at the moment

He sat under a tree and began meditating. He felt a ripple in the Force. Someone had sat next to him but was not bothering him. He couldn't tell who it was. He came out of his meditation and saw Luna sitting there looking at him.

"Good morning," he said, relaxing himself into a sitting position. She just continued staring.

"Something wrong, Luna?"

"Your lightsaber, how did you construct it?"

Harry froze and gazed at her. Was this the tremor he'd been feeling? No. There was no evil in Luna. She was as pure as pure could be.

"I had help. How do you know about that?"

"My Master told me about them. Master Dak Nao. I found her Holocron in the forest one morning. She was a pupil of Master Skywalker's. And I'm still learning, but I can feel the Force in you. I assumed with how strongly versed in the Force you are that you'd have a lightsaber."

Harry flopped down onto the grass, dumbstruck. Two Jedi? Two trainees? Padawans? With no real Master's, just memories of them? Although he was sure Master Luke was not a memory… but then what was he.

"So… you know of the Force. Of the Jedi" It wasn't a question. She cocked her head.

"Of course. Anyone would be stupid not to believe in it. I always knew there was something greater than all of this." She gestured to the world around her with her hand, waving it in circles. "Than magic and such. But when Master Nao opened my eyes, it all made sense. As I said, I'm still not very good, but I was hoping you could fix that."

Harry was quiet for a long moment. "I'm not even a Jedi Knight, Luna. I don't know ho—"

Yes you do, Luke said. She can only learn so much from a Holocron. Show her, you are going to be a powerful Jedi. A natural born leader. Show her.

"I… I can show you what I know; at least what Master Skywalker has shown me."

She smiled. "Thank you, Harry. I have this," she whispered. She reached into her school bag and took out a bundle of rags. She peeled them back and there was a yellow crystal. "This was in the pod where I found the holocron. But I don't know where to find everything else."

Harry smiled at her. "I do."

"Isn't this magnificent?"

They were walking in a cave under Black Lake, bioluminescent spores of some kind of fungus lighting the way. It was hidden to all but those who knew of it. Dumbledore had left Harry the secret to the pathway and an old leather bound book that told him of the Jedi and the Force. That was how he knew of it before Master Skywalker came to him in his time of need. When he needed a mentor the most.

"A little claustrophobic and damp, but I could think of worse places," Harry replied. The thought of Dagobah popped into his head and he shuddered. Master Luke had shown him a vision of where he studied under his Master, Master Yoda, so long ago.

"It's just around this bend." The rounded the corner and there sat a chest with odd writing on it. "I don't know where it came from, but it's been here a long time. Only Dumbledore knew about it, from what I guess. I took one crystal from it. There's another crystal in there and parts. It's up to you which one to use."

Luna stood still before sauntering towards the chest. She ran her hands across the lid and over the writing. "Do you know what it says?"

He shook his head. "It's an old language, one that not even Master Skywalker understands."

She sighed. "What a shame." Opening the chest she squinted into dark chest and pulled out a box. She opened it and saw metal pieces formed around a crystal. Nothing was put together, she knew only she alone could do that with the help of the Force, but she was still mystified. "Thank you, Harry. You don't know how much this means to me. I have a purpose now." She turned back towards him and gave him a smile.

Harry sat on the floor and smiled back. "You've always had a purpose, Luna. You just needed to see it for yourself. Now, how about we get started?"

He tried to remember what Master Luke had said to him, how he had explained the process.

"Feel every inch of it; see it clearly in your mind."

It felt odd, coaching someone on something so special and rare. But it felt good too. It was now as if he had a purpose as well.

"Make sure you know what each individual piece looks like, where it goes. Let the Force be your guide, it knows what to do. Trust it."

She was doing quite well. Better than he had, he thought. There was no jealousy in his thoughts, pride, maybe, but no ill feelings. He felt relaxed and at peace. He remembered the grueling hours he'd spent running through the forest, centering his mind: climbing trees, lifting rocks, bending nature to his will. He remembered all the hours of stances and slashes, swings, blocks and jabs with a stick instead of a lightsaber. But now? Now he could practice with someone. He had a partner… no, a pupil. Was she his pupil? Was he strong enough to be called a true Jedi?

In time you will be.

He smiled as he heard the sound of a saber engaging. Turning, he saw a yellow glow and a wide-eyed girl staring into the beam.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Go ahead, test it out."

She stood and got into a stance, one that Harry was not familiar with. It was novice and albeit sloppy, but a fighting stance nonetheless. She swung the saber back and forth, her moves choppy and untrained. It buzzed as it went. She looked nervous and unsure of herself. She held the blade without much confidence.

"Breathe, Luna," he said. She looked at him. "Trust in the Force, let it guide you."

"But… I'm afraid, Harry. What if I'm not good enough? This is too much power for me."

He remembered saying the same thing to Luke when he had first constructed his own lightsaber. Regardless, he felt confidence flow through him.

"I said the same thing, Luna. But I had also been training for some time. I knew the stances and positions already. Has Master Nao taught you any of the forms of fighting?"

She hung her head. In a small voice she said, "Only Shii-Cho. And I'm not that good at it regardless."

He smiled. "I don't believe that for a moment. Show me."

She looked up at him, bewildered. "S-show you?"

He nodded. "If I'm to take you on as a student, you must be comfortable in being taught. Show me."

For a second he thought she was going to run. Instead, she took a deep breath and took her stance again. Yes, now he could see it. The basic form of lightsaber dueling. He himself preferred Shien and Djem So. The first was to repel ranged attacks. Master Luke had taught him of blaster and they both wondered if the same would be used on spells. The second was used for blocking and countering attacks. It was much like Shii-Cho but more complex.

"Now," he said," strike."

They climbed out of the tunnel, Luna soaked in sweat. For three hours he had made her practice her stances and attacks. She had bruises from where she'd been blindfolded and Harry had thrown rocks at her so she could block them. Her lack of confidence had been strong, but her feeling for the Force was there. It was great too, he could sense it.

"You did great in there, you know."

She was out of breath but still managed to speak. "I know I'm not very good…"

"It will come in time."

"But thank you, Harry… Master Potter."

He laughed and threw an arm around her as they walked through the dark back to one of the passages into the castle. "None of that. I am in no way a Knight, let alone a Master. I've just been practicing it for a longer time. Here," he took a piece of parchment out and scribbled a note on it. "This will keep you from getting a detention if you're caught. Remember, keep your saber hidden. It would do no good to be found out now."

"Thank you, Harry. I'll see you at breakfast?"

He nodded. She smiled and went her way towards the Ravenclaw tower while he made his towards the Head Boy and Girl tower. Maybe he wasn't such a bad teacher after all.