Timeline - 47 BBY [Fifteen years before the invasion of Naboo]

The story will mostly be based on what Disney considers canon with few bits and pieces of Legends in the mix to enrich the experience.

He raised his hand and slowly pushed the sleeves of his robe back. He knew that this was what was supposed to happen but still he could not help but look on in wonder. He had throughout his long life been witness to innumerable impossible feats, many which he himself had performed, and still this was unlike any. His hands were no longer wrinkled and puckered like of a man of seven hundred and fifty that he was, they were now unblemished and smooth of a twenty five years old. He slowly felt the smooth skin of his hands. They indeed were real.

He let out a low chuckle. Of course, they were real. Deities didn't lie. Death had informed him that when he exited the veil of Death on to the other side, he would no longer be an old man that he now was but rather a young man of twenty-five. He was a little sceptical but when your name was Harry Potter and your life had been as crazy as his, you learn not to think too much and just roll on with the things. They usually worked out in the end. So, he took her words at face value and didn't think too much into it. Her words had turned out to be true and he now was a man of twenty-five.

He raised his hands to feel his face and undoubtedly it was as smooth and unblemished as his hands. He could even feel the vigour and strength of youth that he had long lost. His bones no longer ached and his joints didn't protest his movements, they worked like a charm. He liked the feel of being young again.

He flicked his hand and a full sized mirror appeared out of nothing, floating steadily in thin air before him. He lowered his hood and peered into the mirror as his reflection appeared in the mirror as he was now no longer under the effects of his Invisibility Cloak.

During the later years of his life, he had learnt of the versatility of his father's Invisibility Cloak that he could access as the Master of Death. He could morph the cloak to wear it as a robe and could still remain visible. It was only when he put on the hood of the robe that he became invisible. While fully under the cloak he was invisible to any and all. No one could detect him by any means, be it muggle or magical. Since, then he had always worn the Cloak as his robe. It helped that robe could change colour or it would have been immensely suspicious as well as boring to always wear robe of same colour. The fact that it always remained in pristine condition and never got dirty or wrinkled was definitely an added bonus.

The mirror bore the reflection of a youth at his prime. He was tall, taller than he had ever been. He estimated he stood at six feet two. He was muscled like a hunk and his muscles rippled beneath his clothes as he moved. His hair fell in smooth locks of midnight-black, it no longer was a crow's nest that it had been till he had started to wear his hair long. His emerald orbs still stared back at him. It had been one thing about himself that he had always liked and was relieved that it had not changed. All in all, he was just as he had been at twenty-five only much more healthy and his hair no longer a mess.

A frightened cry cut his inspection short. He flicked his hand and the mirror vanished. He turned his attention to his surroundings.

The place was teeming with fungal life-forms and immense primitive plants. It had a fetid, humid landscape overgrown by forests of bizarre wilderness. Many of the life-forms were partially or completely translucent; they coloured the sunlight as the beams penetrated their skin. Others were opaque and imposing. Beneath the hazy canopies of the enormous pitcher plants and leafy growths was a surreal colour-drenched expanse.

A nearby giant oddly shaped tree-like growth moved ominously. He raised a curious eye towards the plant. These plants, it seemed, were more than they appeared. He had seen it all- plants that strangled, stung, shrieked, howled, ingested, some that were tentacle-ey, some that were vaguely human-ly. He even had many such plants at the moment in his shrunken trunk in his robe's pocket. So, no a oddly-shaped ominously moving plant wasn't gonna frighten him any time soon.

Another frightened cry pierced the silence, only now it was more desperate and of more than one person. He knew he should help him, them. But how! He first needed to be there and the fastest means of travel was apparition but that was only possible for places he had been to and this place wasn't like anything that he had ever been to. This raised the question of where the hell he was but that was a question for another time. More screams rang, more desperate, more numerous.

It was then that he felt the most odd sensation that he had ever felt. It was as if someone was trying to reach him only there was no one else around but he was certain that there was something or someone. He could fell this lingering presence at the edge of his senses honed in battles over hundreds of years.

He subconsciously tried to reach to the lingering presence with his magic. No prior experience of his life had prepared him for what he felt. He was overwhelmed, his legs gave away and he sank to the floor.

He was more adept at sensing magic than any and still he had never felt magic so richly ever before. While back on earth, most places had had next to no magic and even places like Hogwarts which were the most rich in magic only had lingering magic, this place _ _ _ it was soaked in magic.

He wondered how he had not felt this sooner. He frowned he could not feel it now. He then again prodded his surrounding with magic and he felt it again, this time much more rich.

A moan escaped his parted lips. He had never felt this good. It was as if he had been wrapped in warm blanket after being in cold for long. He felt at home. He lost himself in the feel. He now somehow knew with absolute certainty that it was this that he felt at the edge of his senses.

More frightened screams echoed. He was broken out of his trance. He now knew where they were. He knew where he had to go. He could feel the magic guiding him. It was so strange and yet so assuring. He closed his eyes and let the magic guide him to his destination as he apparated.

He arrived near a clearing. The forest here had been cut to clear land for farms. The farms stretched for miles, covered in crops with pink seed pods dotted with brown patches. Amidst the farms were several houses.

An animal with paler flesh, elongated tail and immense horns that sprouted from his massive head was loose in the farm. It was trampling through the farm like an intemperate monster destroying crops. Few houses also lay in shambles. Many men lay injured in the farms, those who had been brave enough to try and save their crops. They had failed and were now worse for it. Others just stood dejectedly along the sides as they watched with hung faces as their harvest was destroyed.

He noticed that the men were not exactly human. They were human like and were clothed. No taller than four feet, very similar to the flora of the place, they too were in varied colours-differing shades of green and yellow and orange.

Their faces, covered in stripes, were like beak of a bird, with two large eyes and two small slit-like openings for nose. Elders amongst them had two parallel rows of combs along the length of their bald heads. Their legs, disproportionately larger than torso, were very thick. Their hands had four large fingers that very expertly gripped pitchforks, shovels, spades, hoes, scythes and other farming equipments.

So, this place had sentient beings other than humans but none that he had ever come across in his past life. Death had hinted that the world he would now be part of would be very much different from this world. How different, he was beginning to grasp!

But other matters could wait, first he needed to help the ones in distress and then try to contain this giant. He searched the grounds for the source of the yowls.

The leviathan had turned and was now running towards a home. The farmer standing outside his home too noticed his predicament and now was whimpering in fear. He turned and looked at the children peering through the window, who too were now shivering in fear.

He rushed inside his home and herded his children outside the home. He knew his home was a lost cause and was focusing to move his children to safety. The children stepped outside and started towards the nearest home. The elder followed behind.

In an absolute rush he slipped and fell, piercing his leg on a pitchfork. He fell with a cry of pain, his face contorted in anguish. He tried to stand up only to fall back with another pained cry. He started to try to drag himself to safety, leaving a trail of blood behind. He was moaning in pain.

He raised his head and looked at the trampling animal and at once knew he wasn't moving fast enough and would soon be in its way. His face lost all colour but he nevertheless doubled his efforts to crawl his way to safety. He had moved no more than two paces when he let out a huge cry of pain and fell still holding his injured leg with both hands. Tears rolled down his cheeks as pain in his leg increased. He looked at the animal and hung his head in defeat.

The monstrosity was fast approaching the home, the being lay on the front sobbing in pain. Others looked on in horror. Harry knew it was now or never. He flicked his wrist and the Elder wand slipped in his palms with practiced ease. He knew he could only stop it and save the being with aid of magic. If need be, he could later obliviate the lot and be on his way.

He flicked his wand and the surrounding plants began to move and wound themselves around the monstrosity. One then another and then another, tens of hundreds of plants wound around him until it could move no more. The monstrosity struggled against his impromptu floral bindings but the bindings held. The gathered beings looked on in wonder as the very plants that the animal was trampling now had him bound and secured.

The being who lay injured on the ground turned his head and looked right at him. Red eyes met emerald orbs. The being mouthed thank you. He didn't look surprised as if plants binding animals was an everyday occurrence around here which was entirely possible with the way some of the plants around here appeared or _ _ _ they had had prior experience with magic. The being certainly had had prior experience with magic. Harry nodded his acknowledgement.

The angry bellows of the monstrosity drew his attention back to the struggling animal. Few plants had broken under his struggles and many were about to. He needed to calm the animal. He slowly walked past the fallen being towards the struggling animal. As he neared the animal, he held out his wand and the animal slowly stopped struggling as he bewitched the animal into sleep. The animal finally slumped to ground, out like a light.

The beings erupted in cheers and rushed to him. He discreetly hid the wand back in its holster. It was time to face the thankful crowd and be humble in face of seemingly impossible but in fact a minor feat. They huddled around him and shook his hands and kissed his robes and thanked him profusely. He tried to downplay it and the crowd applauded him all the more for it.

The crowd then parted to make way for an elder looking being. He came to a halt near him and bowed deeply.

"I am Casiss, the elder of this farming village. We, Felucians, thank you for your help, Master Jedi. We didn't know that any Jedi was on our planet but nonetheless it's a welcome news in such a crisis," he said in a thick voice, "Our hospitality is yours for as long as you wish to stay."

Two younger Felucians came over and whispered in the elder's ears urgently. Casiss nodded gravely and the two left and the elder turned to face him.

"I must take my leave. The rancor had injured many and I must see that they are attended to," he said in a pained voice and turned to leave, many followed him.

So, these humanoids were Felucians and the monstrosity was a rancor. It was good to put name to the faces, so to speak. Further, they addressed him as Master Jedi. So, they had had prior experience with magic and they referred to wizards as Jedi.

The bit about 'our planet' confused him. Did this mean that there were other planets with civilizations and there was interplanetary travels. He still was assimilating the fact that there were sentient species that he had had no prior knowledge of and now this. He needed to know more and what better place than here.

"Elder Casiss," he called out.

Casiss and his entourage stopped and they turned to face him.

"I have experience with healing. I can help," he offered.

Their faces lit up like mid day sun. It seem that they didn't have many healers and any additional help was most welcome.

"It would be most appreciated, Master Jedi."

"Lead on then," he urged and lightly ran to join the departing Felucians.

He glanced across the field to look for the injured Felucian. He was no longer there nor were the other injured Felucians. All must had been moved to various houses to be treated.

They soon reached a house and entered inside.

An old Felucian who was scampering hurriedly between the various beds approached Casiss as they entered.

"Sham is the worst of the lot. The pitchfork had torn his muscles badly. He even suffers from broken bones. The fall must had been far worse," she said wearily referring to the one Harry had saved earlier, "There's very little that I can do to help him. I am afraid that he might never walk again."

Sham was lying on bed. His children weren't around. They must had sent them away so as not to scare them. He was now unconscious. His leg injury was much worse than it had seemed when he had passed by him earlier. He had no doubt worsened his injury trying to crawl in an attempt to save himself.

"You are our best healer Talouny. There must be something that you can do to help him," Casiss implored.

"I'm trying Casi but his wounds are severe and we are farmers and not healers. There's only so much Nysillin can do," she said exasperatedly.

"It's nothing I can't heal," he offered.

"And who are you?" Talouny asked irritatedly.

"He is a Master Jedi. He is the one who trapped the rancor and then rendered it unconscious." Casiss replied for him.

"My apologies, Master Jedi." Talouny apologized.

He simply nodded and approached the bed where Sham was lying.

He drew his wand and waved it over the Sham's leg. The dried blood and dirt vanished from the wound. Another wave and the broken bones mended together.

By now all activities had ceased and all had gathered around to see him work his magic. They looked on in awe as the wound slowly healed.

He slowly waved his wand in a spiral pattern and slowly the muscles and the skin knitted together. Apart from the slightly pinkish hue to the newly knitted skin, there was no trace that there ever was a wound. Another flick and the newly healed wound was wrapped in bandage.

He had learnt the art of healing as studiously as the Defence Against the Dark Arts in later years of his life. With his penchant of finding himself in trouble, healing had been as important as deflecting a curse or a jinx. Though he was essentially unable to die, he could certainly feel pain, especially as he grew old. He had spared himself the pain and studied healing.

He turned to face others and nearly collided with half a dozen Felucians. They were bent over and intently watching him work. As he turned, they hurriedly stood up and dispersed, their faces coloured in embarrassment.

Though they had had experience with magic but supposedly it was very limited. They had obviously never seen someone being healed with magic.

He remembered what it was to see magic at work the very first time. He remembered the sense of awe that had suffused him. Even now, hundreds of years later magic still didn't fail to amaze him.

"His skin will be tender for a couple of days, so he shouldn't exert his leg too much till then; after that he should be as fit as a fiddle. He should wake up soon," he supplied happily.

Casiss couldn't thank him enough as he led him outside leaving Taulony to tend to others. Casiss hoped that he could convince this generous Master Jedi to help with their plight and put an end to their pirate problems.