At six years old, all Harry wanted was a friend.

No one talked to him at school, the other kids learning early on that hanging around Harry made them a target of Dudley's bullying, so he couldn't make any friends there. At his relatives, he always had so many chores and was always being punished for something, that he could never go to the park to try and make friends there, either.

So, at six years old, Harry wished for a friend harder than he'd ever wished for anything else. At six years old, Harry started sharing his dreams with a boy so far away, he didn't have to worry about Dudley chasing him away like everyone else. He became friends with a boy named Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin was Harry's best friend, and Harry was Anakin's. They shared their dreams most nights, meeting in a strange amalgamation of the park on Privet Drive and the desert of Tatooine, the planet that Anakin was from. Being children, it was easy to accept that they were from different worlds without the disbelief that comes with age. Harry would never be able to meet Anakin's mother, who he liked very much from when Anakin spoke of her, but Harry would never have to worry about his friend meeting his horrible relatives, especially his uncle Vernon, so it seemed a fair trade in Harry's mind. The more time passed, the closer they became. This is how they built a bond that would one day alter the fate of an entire galaxy.

When the boys were nine, several very pivotal events happened.

First, Anakin was freed from slavery by a Jedi to be trained in the ways of his galaxy's most ancient warriors.

He shared everything he learned with Harry about the Jedi and The Force, the mysterious power they all used. This came in quite handy when Anakin, who'd always had trouble sitting still for long periods and was, as a byproduct, having a very difficult time learning how to meditate. They found that if the two of them meditated together with some form of body contact, Anakin could meditate with ease using Harry to ground himself. Harry was able, with only minimal difficulty, to convince his stubborn friend to tell Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin's teacher, about his need for contact to meditate properly. Obi-Wan, while initially hesitant, quickly saw for himself how easy it was for Anakin to meditate when they did so back-to-back. Soon after, it became a common sight in the Jedi Temple where they trained to see them meditating together instead of apart, backs pressed comfortably together and faces relaxed. Over the next few years, their mutual meditation was tried by other Jedi and proven especially helpful to others who often had trouble meditating the way Anakin had.

Second, the two boys discovered that any training they did in their shared dreamscape translated into the real world.

Besides meditation, Anakin also taught Harry everything he could about the physical aspects of being a Jedi. This somehow led the two of them to perform intricate "dances" with one another, making both boys much more graceful than their ever-growing bodies would have otherwise permitted. These dances also worked like a form of meditation for the two of them, Anakin able to let go of even his most stubborn emotions, while Harry could always feel something drifting on the edge of his senses. Harry couldn't properly describe what he felt, just that it was ancient, and welcoming, but every time he tried to hold on to whatever it was, it slipped away from him. When Harry and Anakin weren't teaching each other or meditating, they were performing these increasingly intricate dances that Harry somehow always knew, the two of them steadily growing stronger and faster. Harry, being the more observant of the two, noticed when he was running from Dudley and no longer had to struggle to stay ahead of his cousin and his friends more than a few feet. Anakin, once it was pointed out, also noticed he was faster and stronger than he would have been otherwise when learning how to perform the different saber forms and had been praised by Obi-Wan for how easily he managed the more complicated flips and jumps he was taught.

Lastly, Harry discovered that he had a power all his own.

Harry was, once again, being chased by his cousin and his friends as was a very often occurrence. Very rarely did Harry ever get caught anymore, only when he was caught off-guard somehow, and it had been once such time when Harry found out about his own abilities. Harry had been chased into a corner, guaranteed a beating when Dudley caught up, and was wishing very strongly to be anywhere but the small space he inadvertently trapped himself, when he'd felt a surge of, something, and found himself suddenly in the thankfully empty park near his relatives' home. Naturally, Harry had told Anakin and, once the initial excitement had worn-off, the two had set to figuring out this latest development. Neither boy had any success in their own realities, unable to find any information about Harry's newfound power, but they had quite a bit more success in their dreamscape.

Mediation proved to be very helpful to Harry, allowing him to find that something again in the very center of his being. His core, for that's what it was, gave off a myriad of emotions and feelings that Harry recognized as his own, shining a darkly bright green-grey that he somehow knew was his color and reminded him of moonlight, the same way that he knew Anakin was brilliant blue-white, as blinding as the sun. Once Harry found his core, it was always there in the back of his mind, waiting to be used, and use it Harry did. The boys soon found that if Harry wanted enough, he could do nearly anything, and the more he used his newfound power, the easier it became. Life at the Dursley's became much easier for Harry after that and the two boys, though worlds apart, were content for the moment. Anakin was no longer a slave, was training to become a Jedi, and Harry, though not a slave in the tradition, had no true qualms about his situation as he had Anakin and his own power to make things better. More time passed, things normalizing for both boys, until the day an owl came to deliver a letter to Harry Potter.

Harry very quickly decided that, while incredible at first, the wizarding world was most definitely not where he belonged.

Everywhere he went, just a quick glance of the scar on his forehead, and people were suddenly clamoring around him. Thanks to his time at the Dursley's, Harry knew very well not to show his discomfort at being the constant center of attention, but it didn't make him feel any less claustrophobic. Not everything was bad, he'd made a friend in the half-giant Hagrid and a wonderful companion in Hedwig, a snowy gifted to him by Hagrid, but just a few hours in and Harry could feel the wrongness. And that was on top of all the things he had just found out about his parents and the events that had taken place when he was an infant. The most memorable event for Harry, though, was definitely his visit to Ollivander's for a wand.

Apparently, in order to do magic, for that's what they called the power they all used, you had to use a wand. There were exceptions, of course, but they all came with age and experience, or the use of some other type of focus, and Harry was incredibly confused. He could feel the magic of the people around him, had learned to do so after spending so much time familiarizing himself with his own and then Anakin's, and it was very easy for him to make things float or change their shape and color. He could transport himself from one place to another with barely a thought after so much practice, and he didn't require a wand to do any of it. Granted, the wizards and witches around him were certainly more noticeable than someone unable to use magic, and far less noticeable than he and Anakin, but he could feel all of them nonetheless without the use of a wand or focus of any kind. Harry didn't tell Hagrid this, of course, having seen most everyone in the alley using a wand at some point and not wanting to draw even more attention, so he let the man lead him to the shop.

Hagrid had left him outside the shop, having some of his own shopping to take care, and watched Harry step inside before he'd left. Harry, not immediately seeing anyone in the shop, had opened his senses when a surprisingly spry older man came out from between the floor to ceiling shelves that took up nearly the shop. He felt like snow to Harry, soft and welcoming but hiding many secrets underneath, and he found himself relaxing without meaning too, "I was wondering when I would be seeing you in my shop, Mr. Potter."

Harry wasn't surprised the man knew who he was, apparently everyone in the wizarding world did, but there was something deeper in the words he couldn't place, "A very long time I've waited for the son of James and Lily Potter, a long time indeed."

Harry, eager for more information about his family, couldn't help leaning forward in interest against the counter he hadn't even realized he had approached, "Did you know my parents, sir?"

Ollivander gave a rather cryptic smile, turning to a nearby shelf and pulling out boxes in an order Harry had no hope of figuring out, "Indeed I did, Mr. Potter. After all, I sold them both their wands. Granted, your mother didn't really need one, just as you don't, every witch and wizard must have one."

Harry's eyes were wide, a warmth in his chest at having another thing in common with his parents besides his otherworldly green eyes, "My mother didn't need a wand?" His thoughts catching up, his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, "How d'you know if I need a wand or not?"

Ollivander came out of the shelves, dropping off a round of boxes, and lowered his voice so Harry had to lean forward to hear him, "Because I am very old and have seen many things. You're mother was not the first changeling I encountered and you are not the first half-blood, though you are the most powerful I've seen. And you must never tell anyone you do not fully trust, or very bad things could happen."

There was a heavy weight to the words, the excitement at learning something about his parents and himself drowned out by the seriousness in the grey-blue eyes boring into his own. Eyes wide, he could only give a nod in his response, his throat suddenly tight. Ollivander gave him a kind smile before disappearing back into the shelves, the sound of moving boxes reaching his ears as he slowly regained his voice, "Mr. Ollivander, could you, um, tell me more?"

Harry felt a flush in his cheeks, he was usually much better with words than this, and was rewarded by a faint laugh between the shelves, "Of course, Mr. Potter. What would you like to know?"

The words came easier this time, almost too easy as they rushed out with barely a pause between them, "How can you tell?"

Ollivander emerged again with another stack of boxes, setting them down before pointing a hand at one of his eyes, "Because of the color of your eyes, dark and bright, shining with an inner light if you know where to look. Usually the eyes are blue, green is incredibly rare, but few know where to look anymore, regardless. Now, open these boxes one at a time and get a feel for the wands inside. You'll know when you've found the right one."

Harry did as instructed, taking care with each wand he tried, reaching out with his core to get a feel for them. After a few moments had passed, and quite a few wands, Harry decided to brave another question, "You called me powerful, but, how can you tell?"

Ollivander smiled jovially, looking delighted at the question, "Because you are the moon, not simply a star or a cloud floating in the dark expanse, but a guiding light. You are a constant, and all constants are powerful."

Harry froze, hand poised over yet another wand, and looked up at the man so fast it was a miracle he didn't injure himself, "And you're snow, a welcoming surface with many secrets underneath." The words were quiet, lingering in the air, and the smile turned into a cheshire grin.

"Tell me, Mr. Potter, have you found a sun yet?"

Harry gulped audibly, barely daring to breath, and let his hand drop without conscious thought, "Yes."

"Then you are very blessed, indeed." Ollivander pulled a box out of the pile, placing it on front of Harry, before turning to disappear back into that shelves, "Try that one, I'll be back in a moment."

Harry tried the wand, finding that it matched, though not quite perfectly, and knew this would be the wand he walked out with. Ollivander came back barely a moment later, a very old and large book in his arms along with a small box, and placed them in front of Harry, "I gave the book to your mother once, it served her quite well, just as it will serve you. Inside the box is, well, you'll find out once you read the book. That'll be eight galleons for the wand and a promise to return the book once you've finished it, Mr. Potter."

There was still a weight in the air, that sense of trust lingering regardless, and he wondered absently why he was taking all of this so well. There was something so familiar about Ollivander, something that had him listening without question, and it wasn't until he was ensconced back in the second bedroom at the Dursley's, book and box hugged tightly to his chest while Hedwig slept nearby, that he remembered how the man's eyes had pierced his own. Harry had been drawn into his eyes, blue-grey and shining from the inside. Harry definitely had a lot to tell Anakin when he went to sleep.

I have a special fondness for Ollivander, just in case that wasn't obvious.

Also, everything is self-beta'd, so please excuse any errors I might have missed.