A rewrite of my story the Sith Apprentice

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Star Wars

Prologue

The man known to the world as Sheev Palpatine, the Senator of Naboo, sat in his office in contemplation. The man, known only to a select few as Darth Sidious, apprentice to the Sith Lord Darth Plagueis was contemplating the future. He was very quickly approaching all that he could learn from his master and soon he would take his place of Lord of the Sith, after all the only thing he had left to learn from his master was his ability to influence the medi-chlorians and the chances of Plagueis teaching him such an ability was nearly non-existent.

After all the ability to influence the very Force on such a level made Plagueis' mastery over the dark side unrivalled, and he knew he would have to be careful with his master's demise.

But in the end Plagueis wasn't the issue, the issue was the Jedi. Being a senator in the Galactic Republic was vital to his plans, however said plans were in danger due to the presence of the Jedi. At any given time, there were thousands of Jedi on Coruscant and while he had ensured that he was hidden within the Force a small risk of being discovered wasn't the same as no risk.

He needed an Apprentice should the Jedi actually managed to locate him in order to be able to continue the Sith Order. But finding an apprentice was easier said than done. Madam Talzin had offered him an apprentice from one of the males of her planet and the idea was certainly tempting. The Zabraks were ferocious warriors and were well known for producing powerful Force sensitives.

However a favour from the leader of the Night Sisters was not something he was sure he wanted to waste on merely taking an apprentice. The Night Sisters were a powerful and formidable lot, one that could benefit him greatly as his plans developed. And while the Zabraks were well known for their ferocious nature they weren't known for their great strategy and mental skills.

Sidious felt the dark side of the Force acting, swirling around him. Standing up from his desk and heading over to his office door to make sure it was securely locked, he got into a meditative stance and let the Force embrace him.

Sidious saw a primitive structure which he assumed was home to the inhabitants. Looking around him didn't provide a large amount of information of the area he was witnessing. The house before him was primitive, in more ways than one, the structure looked like they were built reasonably well enough but not particularly exceptional.

But despite the appearance the building seemed to be surrounded in the Force, almost like the Force itself was protecting the property. It was certainly intriguing, there were methods of using the Force to protect objects and even buildings, but the techniques had been abandoned by both the Sith and Jedi centuries ago.

Sidious watched as a humanoid being approached the property. The being had a snakelike appearance with slited eyes, no nose and even a forked tongue. But despite his appearance the dark side clung to the man like a shadow, intriguing the Sith. He was also curious about the stick that the being held. He would have completely dismissed it, if it wasn't for the fact that the stick was also appeared to be connected to the Force, and the being wielding. This being was clearly well trained in the dark side, was this what the Force wanted him to do, to train this being as an apprentice?

"No not this being." He muttered to himself. Despite the beings power its Force signature was fractured, broken even. It was far too deformed to become a Sith.

Sidious watched with curiosity as the being waved the stick, causing the house to glow a dark red before it faded, the Force around the house fading with it.

"Dorea it's him." A distinctly male voice called out. "Take the children and run."

With another wave of his stick a blue light left the wand and impacted on the door, blowing it off its hinges. Within the house was a dark haired man with streaks of grey in his hair, pointing another stick at the snake like being. Sidious could sense the Force from this man as well, along with another three Force presences nearby. "Voldemort." The man said with complete loathing.

"Charlus Potter." Voldemort spoke back. "I offer you this one last chance to surrender, enough pure-blood has been spilt."

"I think I'll pass, Tom Riddle." That name clearly enraged Voldemort and Sidious was not surprised by the Force attack Voldemort sent at Charlus.

"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light later and Charlus collapsed to the floor dead while Darth Sidious watched intrigued.

The way these beings were utilising the Force was honestly exceptional, and unlike anything that the Sith Lord had ever seen. Voldemort walked up a flight of stairs, heading to the location that Sidious could sense the remaining Force sensitives.

In the last room of the house, there was a woman standing next to a crib with a baby in it, and a young girl. The woman, who of he guessed was Dorea looked be in her late fifties, with flowing dark hair with hints of gray in it, and striking silver eyes. By no means a supermodel but she did possess a striking beauty.

Sidious looked towards the two children. The boy was soundly sleeping in his crib, not even aware of the fact that the boys 'father, or possibly grandfather' had just been killed. The girl however, standing next to the crib, looking roughly three or four years old, and from the tears in her eyes, and the fear directed towards Voldemort, seemed to be aware of that fact at least.

"Dorea Potter." Voldemort spoke, his stick pointed at the woman who showed no fear before the man who was about to kill her, only loathing.

"Just get on with it, Voldemort." She snapped.

"Avada Kedavra." This time Sidious studied the curse closely with the Force. The spell seemed to be imbued with the very essence in the dark side, resulting in instant death upon impact. Sidious knew of a few similar Force techniques but it was still intriguing to witness.

"Why are you doing this?" The child asked, tears streaming down her face as she stared at the man in front of her.

"Because it's the way of the world child," Voldemort replied, his lips twitching in amusement. "The powerful rule, now move along, you are not the one that I'm after."

"NO. You won't hurt my brother." The child screamed, standing in front of the crib in a foolish attempt to protect her brother. The attempt would have been amusing if it wasn't for the buildup of power coming the girl. It was intriguing to say the least, while the Force did indeed react to powerful emotion, especially among those who had yet to completely master their abilities, it was rare to see it develop in one so young.

"Crucio." Voldemort bellowed clearly enraged by the child's audacity. Immediately the child collapsed to the floor screaming in pain as though she was being held under the strongest intensity of Force Lightning.

Sidious watched with intrigue growing. The Force buildup coming from the child was honestly remarkable, steadily mounting and growing despite the pain the child was under, or perhaps even because of it.

By the time Voldemort released the child from the torture curse she long since collapsed to the floor in agony but the intriguing thing was the way that she looked at Voldemort. The pure hatred in her eyes was truly remarkable for one so young and he could sense her power, barely hidden beneath the surface waiting to explode.

"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort screamed and a green light rushed towards the child on the floor.

What happened next Sidious wasn't sure he would ever completely understand. When the green light impacted upon the child there was an explosion of pure darkness and shadow, preventing him from seeing anything, and he heard screaming something akin to when someone's very body is being ripped apart in the most painful way.

When the darkness faded he noticed several things; for starters the roof of the room was completely destroyed, second the baby had woken up and was screaming bloody murder, testing the Sith's patience, although there was a jagged shaped scar on the baby's forehead, likely from a piece of debris.

But what truly interested the Sith was the unmoving body of the child, Lexi. At first glance she would appear dead, but the shallow breathing proved otherwise. The child was also entrenched in the dark side, and the strong Force buildup he had sensed within the girl had dissipated when she was attacked.

Sidious was pulled from his vision and he walked over the the window, staring at the view of Coruscant in contemplation. The child, that was who the Force wanted him to take as an apprentice, there was no one else to be considered. Finding her however was the problem. Sidious knew it would not be an easy task.

- Line Break -

"Get up." A screeching voice pulled her from her once pleasant dreams and into the land of horror. "Get up now." Her aunt Petunia bellowed as she banged onto the door of her cupboard. Not her bedroom, her cupboard where she had slept for the past year, ever since she had been living with her loathsome aunt and uncle after the attack on her home.

Lexi didn't know what had happened. One minute she was playing with her baby brother while her grandparents babysit them, the next nanny Dorea was picking the two of them up while grandpa Charlie was telling them to get away. And then the monster came. A hideous pale creature with red eyes and pasty pale skin and a slitted nose that she still had nightmares about.

Lexi tried to sit up but winced in the process as it caused her shoulder to throb in pain at the reminder of how her uncle had dislocated it. Lexi felt tears stinging her eyes. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do her chores today and that would result in extra punishment from her uncle.

"GET UP." Petunia bellowed what little patience the woman possessed finally breaking. Enduring the pain Lexi pushed herself up out of the cot that was her bed as quickly pulled a shirt over her head and opened the cupboard door.

"About time." The woman snarked but Lexi ignored her with experience as she began getting breakfast ready. As she prepared breakfast, try as she might Lexi couldn't stop her mind from wondering. Where were her parents? And why had they left her with these horrible people?

For a year she had been with the Dursleys, a year she had spent waiting for her parents to come for her, for years she begged and prayed yet they never ever turned up. Why? Why hadn't they come for her?

Tears stand her eyes and Lexi desperately tried to blink them away before her family noticed them. They disliked her tears, it angered them.

While she's cooked breakfast Lexi couldn't help but glance outside the window. It was raining, in fact that seemed a bit of understatement ears had passed. While she was carrying the food to the table she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Dudley coming up behind her and pushing her to the floor, the two plates in her hands shattering and the food going everywhere.

Immediately both her aunt and uncle exploded in rage at her. "Your worthless freak." Her uncle bellowed, grasping ahold of her red hair he lifted her in the air and punched her in the stomach.

Again and again her uncle kept beeting, long past the point where Lexi had lost consciousness, only to regain it to find her fat walrus of an uncle still pummeling her body.

Lexi was sure she was going to die, she lost all hope of living, until her uncle's words pierced the pain induced haze of her mind.

"After everything we've done for you, you still act like an ungrateful disobedient brat." Those words lit a fire of rage inside of her.

"After everything you have done for me." She managed to scream out, silencing her relatives. "You beat me, starve me and you act like I should be grateful to you. I hate you all and wish you were dead." She snapped and her magic reacted to rage and her uncle was thrown back, his fat body crashing against the dinner table, causing her aunt to shriek in horror.

Lexi couldn't help but shudder when she felt something, almost like a shadow encircling the room. "That is very interesting." Looking at the entrance of the kitchen she saw a man standing there, calmly observing the events with vague interest.

Lexi couldn't help but shudder at the sight of the man. She wasn't sure what it was but something just felt wrong about him.

- Line Break -

Eight years had passed since Darth Sidious had found the child on that backwater planet. An abused and scared little girl who was now a cunning and sadistic dark acolyte with tremendous power and skill in the Force. It had taken years to break the child of her innocence and naivety, far longer than he had expected but he had broken it.

When the child was ten he had taken her back to her home planet, despite the child's numerous objections causing him to place her under Force lightning before she complied. Once they had returned to the planet Sidious had immediately tracked down the Dursley family and gave his apprentice one simply order. Make them suffer.

An order that Alexia completed without mercy or hesitation, using the Force as well as other mundane methods to torture the Dursley family for hours before finally killing them, shredding the last remains between her old life and her new one. But she was not yet a Sith Lord and was merely an acolyte, even if her potential was nothing short of remarkable. Even his own master Darth Plagueis had been impressed by the child when his Sith master had randomly shown up one day in the facility on Coruscant and observed his apprentice training. How Plagueis had even learned about Lexi Sidious still didn't know.

The biggest problem with Lexi had not been her naivety, or her initial hesitance to use the dark side but was instead the Horcrux lodged within the scar on the child's forehead which was leaching off his apprentice's power to sustain itself. As far as Sidious had known the only way to destroy a soul anchor was to destroy its container. It had taken him months to find a way to remove it, and he had found the solution just by chance while studying the Sith Emperor.

The Sith Emperor Vitiate, or Valkorion as he was also known as, had put his daughter Vaylin through many experimental rituals using the Dark Side of the Force, one of them being essentially pouring the very essence of the Dark Side into her, flooding her body with the very essence of all the darkest aspects of the Force. The ritual was intended to allow one to achieve a connection to the Dark Side that would take even the strongest Sith decades to achieve, as well as destroying their connection to the Light Side of the Force to prevent them betraying the nature of the Sith.

Sidious had used the ritual on Alexia. The pouring of the Dark Side into her body had broken the tendrils connecting the horcrux to Alexia and that allowed Sidious to remove to the soul fragment. The ritual had also had the unexpected effect of permanently changing her appearance, not that it had bothered his apprentice at all. In fact she had even been pleased, the removal of another connection between herself and her family.

Her once emerald eyes were now a permanently malevolent yellow colour common for skilled practitioners of the dark side. Her hair, once it had grown back was now dark raven coloured locks rather then the previous auburn colour. She was also taller, having been rather petite for her age due mostly to genetics rather then malnourishment. Her facial structure was also subtly different, being distinctively sharper and more refined.

Darth Sidious walked to the training grounds observing his 'two' apprentices, the human Alexia and the Zabrak Maul. The insistence of Mother Talzin to take the boy as his apprentice had intrigued him as well as made him suspicious of the Night Sisters plans so he had decided to train the Zabrak in the ways of the Sith as well. While technically breaking the rule of two it wasn't uncommon for some Sith masters to take two apprentices and have them battle to the death, something that he planned to do now.

Although he was all but certain that he knew who the victor would be.

As soon as he entered the training facility both apprentices stopped what they were doing and fell to their knees in front of him. "What is your bidding my master?" Alexia asked from her position on the floor.

"It is the time for the two of you to face your final test and to arise as Sith Lords." He drawled out causing both apprentices to look at each other. Both knew the nature of the Sith and that having two apprentices was not something that a Sith Lord would normally do and as such both knew what their master was going to say before he said it.

"Now fight." He ordered.

Immediately the two apprentices acted. Maul activated his saberstaff while Lexi used Force push to put some distance between the two apprentices. Landing gracefully Maul let out a snarl as he charged as Lexi who activated her own crimson lightsaber.

As Sidious watched his apprentices trading blows, he observed their skills closely. Both used the traditional seven forms, Maul relying a basic but vicious form of Juyo while Lexi masterfully utilised Form III Soresu. When he had first started teaching Lexi lightsaber combat not long after he had found her, the girls timid nature had led to learning the defensive form first, and even after she had embraced the dark side and the aggression that came with it she continued to study Form III, with it becoming her specialty in lightsaber combat, closely followed by Form VI Niman.

Lexi smirked as she expertly parried Maul's lightsaber attacks, all the while maintaining her defensive stance, never once going on the offensive. She knew that her preferred lightsaber style could be considered odd for a Sith but she had always believed that a strong defense was more important then a powerful offense.

Neither she or Maul were holding back. The two of them had been raised to hate each other, knowing that only one of them could ever become a Sith and that the other would be disposed of. Lexi had come to far, done to much to fall at the hands of someone like Maul.

Maul's fighting style was simple one, designed to hammer his opponents into submission. But Juyo, even the basic version that Maul used, was a very physically straining form of combat and Maul couldn't maintain the lightsaber barrage indefinitely.

When she noticed Maul's blows started to become slower, with less force behind them Lexi went on the offensive, switching from Soresu to Niman. With blasts of Force Lightning, combined with telekinetically banishing various objects in his direction, she was able to keep Maul on the defensive.

But despite having the advantage she didn't use any of the openings to end the fight, wanting to fight Maul to the point of exhaustion, where he was incapable of even raising his lightsaber against her, which only served to further enrage the Zabrak.

"Pathetic." She snapped as Maul barely managed to block one of her attacks, proceeding to Force push him into the wall. "It's time to end this game." She stated as she deactivated her lightsaber.

When Maul charged at her she simply used the Force to lift him the air. Keeping her fellow apprentice immobilised she sent a barrage of black Force Lightning at the Zabrak, his screams of pure agony music to her ears.

There were many variations of Force Lightning; blue, red, purple, green and black being the most well known ones. Lexi had mastered all those versions with the exception of the green variation which actually used the Light Side of the Force, ironic since any Jedi caught using it was immediately expelled from the Jedi Order. Black Force Lightning however was by far the painful as well as the hardest to achieve, needing to truly loath the person using it on.

Stopping the barrage of Force Lightning she finally let Maul collapse to the ground, still convulsing from the intensity of the lightning. "Have mercy. Please." Maul begged from her, causing her to laugh at him.

"That is not the way of the Sith." She told him as she sent yet another blast of Force lightning at him, watching with pleasure as her rival writhed on the ground in agony.

"Enough Alexia." Sidious finally spoke, causing her apprentice to glare at him, her fingers twitching as if ready to attack him.

Realising that even contemplating her master would, at best, simply earn her a quick death Lexi looked away from him and instead returned her gaze to Maul. The Zabrak certainly didn't look intimidating as he lay on the floor, his gaze shifting from her to Sidious. He was weak, pathetic and the urge to kill him was so very tempting... however.

"But master," Lexi began, an idea forming in her mind. "You were the one who taught to never dispose of a valuable resource. Maul is well trained and can still be a useful tool against the Jedi. Killing him would not help us, whereas he may still be of use."

Sidious was silent after she spoke, and Lexi tightened her grip on her lightsaber in case her master decided to remove her, viewing her words as a sign of weakness and insubordination. "Your proposal has merit apprentice. Maul shall live." Sidious decided causing Maul to let out a sigh of relief.

"Do not consider this an act of mercy, Maul." Lexi snapped at him. "For I have none. You live by my grace, and should you even contemplate rising above your place, then you will wish that I did kill you today."

"Leave us." Sidious spoke, dismissing Maul. Sidious was pleased, not only with his apprentices' skills but by her foresight. She would make a powerful Sith Lord. "You have become powerful Alexia."

"Because of your training my lord." Lexi replied as she kneeled before her master.

"You have passed your final test and henceforth you shall be known as Darth Medeis, Lord of Sorcery." An apt title considering how not only the Force users of her home planet referred to their abilities as magic but also due to her skill in Sith Sorcery.

"I live to serve you my master." 'For as long as it benefits me,' The newly dubbed Darth Medeis thought to herself.

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"Only two there are, no more no less. A master and an apprentice." Darth Sidious muttered the message that Darth Plagueis had sent him this very morning. Training Maul and Medeis had not been an issue to Plagueis, but gifting one of them a Sith title as well as training them far beyond what any mere dark Jedi could ever hope to learn was far beyond what Plagueis was willing to allow and as such it was time for Sidious to claim his place as the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Sidious was drawn from his thoughts as he sensed his apprentice approaching him. "Lord Sidious." Medeis said bowing. "You summoned me master?"

"Yes Darth Medeis." He said motioning for her to rise. "I'm sending you to return to your home planet." He sensed her displeasure at having to return to that backwater planet as soon as the words left his lips.

"If I may ask, my master, why must I return to that planet?" Medeis demanded. "Surely I would be of greater value and assistance here."

"Your presence will not be necessary for a good few years, and we need to find out more about the strange way the inhabitants wield the force." Sidious had only been to the planet a few times since taking on his apprentice, but due to the long journey of reaching the planet and his demanding job as a senator of Naboo those visits were few and far in between. And while Sidious had placed agents in every country on the planet, in perfect position to destabilize and bring those countries under his control, however he had found out practically no information about the force users on the planet, except for a few vague and useless rumours.

"That planet may very well become vital to the Sith in the future. Do you understand?" He told her. He would not allow the girl's petty dislike to hinder the Sith.

"I understand my master." Medeis answered as she turned to leave. Before she could leave he sent a strong best of force lightning at her. Medeis only had enough time to turn around before the lightning hit her and she collapsed to the ground in pain. After holding her under the lightning for nearly five whole minutes he relented and released her from the lightning. When she did so she sent him a glare that would have terrified a lesser man as he felt her hatred bubble beneath the surface.

"Do you think yourself strong enough for the title Dark Lord of the Sith?" He asked her. "Do you think yourself strong enough to kill me?" There was really no need to ask as they both knew the answer, while Medeis had grown very powerful she was still no match for him and they both knew it. But sometimes his apprentice needed a reminder of who was the master and who was the apprentice.

"No master." Medeis answered looking down at the floor in anger.

"Good. You will leave immediately, and you will make reports every month. Now leave." Sidious told her as she picked herself off of the floor and left him. He knew sending Medeis to her home planet was in many ways an uncharacteristic move for a Sith Lord, after all he was giving Medeis an opportunity to master a branch of the Force that he was completely ignorant of, giving her a vital advantage over him. Or so she would think when she finally overcame her petty anger about her new mission.

Walking over to a Sith holocron he placed it on the table and activated it, causing an image of Tom Riddle, well known on the planet Earth as 'lord' Voldemort. Contrary to what Medeis thought Sidious had not destroyed the horcrux when he had used Darth Vitiate's ritual to purge it from her body. Instead he had transferred it to a holocron, and from that holocron he had learned every ounce of magic that the self-styled dark lord had known.

The knowledge he had gained from it had allowed Sidious to manipulate the Force in ways that he had never even imagined possible.

After confirming what he had learnt Darth Sidious deactivated the holocron and went to confront his master.

When he finally reached the factory that Plagueis was waiting for him in Sidious was made sure that the Force cloak inhabiting the building was perfect. The last thing either of the Sith Lords needed was the Jedi turning up.

Sidious could sense the swarm of dark side energies that came from his master. When he entered the training area where he could sense his master's presence he saw that the room had been completely cleared, the only thing in it was his master who was facing away from him.

"So it has finally come Darth Sidious." Plagueis wheezed, his voice possessing an unnerving quality due to transpirator mask that covered the lower half of his face.

"Indeed it has Darth Plagueis."He replied.

"A pity, you had such potential. But I suppose Medeis will have to take your place." Plagueis replied.

"Still as arrogant as ever my master." Sidious replied with no small amount of condescension and rage.

"Not arrogance my apprentice, but knowledge." Plagueis replied, finally turning to face his apprentice. Raising his arm, his hand was enveloped in green slow, a sign that he was using his ability to manipulate the medi-chlorians. After a few moments the green glow faded to Plagueis' confusion. "How is that possible?" He demanded angrily as he glared at his hated apprentice.

"Knowledge." He answered with a smirk. Plagueis' ability to influence the medi-chlorians acted like a leach, once It leached onto to you then Plagueis could manipulate his Force ability however he wished. Either enhance or remove it, the potential of the ability was limitless. However, it needed to be able to detect ones Force connection to work, this was not tricky since all living being were connected to the Force regardless of whether they could use it or not. But with his knowledge of Sith Alchemy, combined with Voldemort's knowledge of magic Sidious had developed a method of making himself completely invisible to the Force, almost akin to him not being connected to it at all, thus rendering Plagueis' ability completely useless against him.

"Let us see how powerful you truly are, my master." He stated as he activated his lightsabers, Plagueis doing the same.

End of the prologue.

This story is currently five years before the blockade of Naboo.