Disclaimer: I don't own or make a profit from Harry Potter or Star Wars.

Spoilers: Everything for HP and up to, but not including NJO for SW.

Pairing: Harry/Jaina Solo

Rating: T, for the moment

Author's Notes: Anybody who knows anything about Jaina Solo's love life in the various books will understand why I decided to pair her with Harry. As far as I know, there are no original characters in this story. I will try to keep it that way. If anybody wants to know who Jaina Solo is, they can look her up here:

starwars. wikia. com

Prologue

Arabella Figg moved to a house in Little Whinging two weeks into November. It hadn't taken much to get Petunia Dursley to trust her to care for both Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter.

Her assignment was going well. Not that Arabella was particularly pleased about her assignment. One look at Harry was enough to make Arabella consider taking out what few weapons she had and go Dumbledore hunting.

The poor boy was stick thin. There were several bruises on his body that looked like a hand. Gone was the happy, smiling baby she had occasionally watched for Lily and James. In his place was a sad, abused little boy.

Her husband had been a military man. Muggle though he'd been, Arabella was quite sure that Gregar could have killed a Wizard before they even knew they were in danger. Although considering what being reliant on magic did to a wizard's common sense, it probably wouldn't have been too hard.

Arabella was of the firm opinion that Wizards had become too dependent on magic. Using magic for every little thing couldn't be healthy. Not to mention the fact that so few magic users thought things through. They thought magic could solve anything.

Her parent had disowned her fifty-two years earlier, when no Hogwarts letter had come. Arabella had learned more living on the streets than she'd ever learned from her parents. She'd met Gregar when she was nineteen.

It probably hadn't been the best idea to try to pick the pocket of a man who's very being screamed military, but she's been desperate. It'd been a particularly harsh winter and with Grindelwald on the rise, it hadn't been safe for her to find shelter in Diagon or Knockturn Alley.

Gregar had caught her. When he'd started to yell at her in a language unlike any she'd heard before, she'd fainted. She'd nearly starved to death in the winter of 1938. If not for Gregar, she was quite sure she wouldn't have survived until spring.

She'd woken up on his ship. Spaceship. Sometimes Arabella still couldn't believe that there was really life on other planets. An entire galaxy's worth. The Republic… well now it was the Empire. Although, if the Rebellion had been successful it was probably the Republic again. Arabella wasn't really sure. She hadn't checked the HoloNet in more than a decade.

Gregar had only landed on Earth because he'd desperately needed supplies. Apparently the Republic had labeled Earth as "extremely dangerous". From what she understood, Earth was a planet in Wild Space that had only been visited by members of the Repu-Empire a handful of times. Most of those visitors had died. And those who hadn't had run into Wizards.

He'd given her the choice to leave the ship or go with him (mostly with hand motions). Arabella still wasn't sure what had made her stay on the ship. Maybe it'd been her sense of adventure. Or perhaps the way the twenty-four year old had looked at her; a mixture of pity, wariness, and desire.

On the way back to his home planet, Gregar had taught her Basic, the language most spoke in the Republic. It was not until they landed on Naboo that she'd found out that Gregar Typho was a member of the Royal Naboo Defense Forces. A year later they'd married.

Sixteen years later it had all fallen apart. Senator Amidalla had died, her husband, Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader. Palpatine had created the Empire. Gregar had started working with the Rebellion, Arabella by his side.

Arabella had never been the type to sit back and watch if she could do something to help. She'd insisted that Gregar teach her how to fight. Gregar had been executed for treason three years into their involvement with the Rebellion.

Less than a month later Arabella had returned to Earth, taking the name Figg. Gregar had been the reason she left Earth. Without him she had no reason to remain. Later, after the pain from his death faded Arabella realized that she never should have left. But by that time Voldemort had started to amass power.

Unwilling to see him take over the Wizarding world, Arabella once more found herself caught up in a war. Nobody, not even Dumbledore knew how much damage "the old Squib" did to Voldemort's forces. As far as he knew, she was just somebody he could use because of her familiarity with both the Muggle and Wizarding world.

Dumbledore was a controlling, manipulative old man, in Arabella's opinion. She'd only joined the Order of the Phoenix to keep a closer eye on him. Dumbledore was willing to do anything for the "Greater Good," even sacrifice the well-being of a child.

Arabella was quite sure that Dumbledore planned to use Harry as a weapon. It wouldn't be hard to brainwash the child by the time he entered Hogwarts. Keep him abused by his relatives, then appear as a savior/grandfather figure. Convince the boy that Dumbledore could do no wrong and was one of the greatest wizards alive (most of the Wizarding population believed that to begin with).

Watching Harry sleep on her couch, several of her cats curled up next to him, Arabella decided that she wouldn't Dumbledore use him like that. But what could she do? Dumbledore wouldn't let anybody take Harry from his relatives care. There were spells Dumbledore could use to track Harry anywhere on Earth should he disappear.

Wait-on Earth?

It might work if she planned it properly. But how to keep Dumbledore from getting suspicious? And Harry would have to go to Hogwarts no matter what. It was a well known fact that magic users who weren't taught to use their abilities had uncontrollable accidental magic and many of the Muggle-borns who were not sent to a magic school went insane.

This would require careful planning.

She had transportation off Earth. Gregar's ship was still in good condition and had more than enough fuel to get her a mid-rim planet. It was a small transport equipped with a hyperdrive and several rather effective weapons. There would certainly be enough space for her, Harry and her pets.

Which led to the question of what she would do once she left Earth. If they were still alive, she could ask Senator Organa or Senator Mothma for help finding employment. If not for Harry she would join up witht eh Rebellion once more. Of course, she could continue to breed kneazle-cat hybrids. If she found the right planet she could probably make a living from it.

She'd already bought food that wouldn't spoil anytime within the next year. Most of her cats, kneazles, and hybrids had been sold, leaving her only five. More than enough for breading purposes.

She'd even decided what to do about Hogwarts. If she legally adopted him in the Republic-uh, Empire, then his name would show up as Harry Typho on the list of Hogwarts students. She wasn't sure if it would replace the name Harry Potter, but she was sure it would work. So long as she and Harry were back on Earth at least two months before his first year was supposed to begin, he'd be accepted.

The only thing left was to get Harry off planet safely.

Mon Mothma was quite surprised to receive a message encoded in such a way. That particular code had only been used by a rebel group from Naboo. After joining up with the Rebellion that code had been pulled from usage entirely.

It'd taken several tries to even find the right way to decode the message. She still wasn't sure how whoever had sent this had managed to get it straight to her instead of being sorted by her secretary along with most of her messages.

Pressing play, she was surprised to see the face of somebody she thought dead.

Dex's Diner was one of the few places Arabella knew of that had survived the war. Gregar had found out about the place from Obi-Wan Kenobi. Despite being in a bad neighborhood, Gregor had taken her to here on several occasions.

She knew Dex, Hermione Bagwa, and the various waiters and waitresses here well enough to know that they wouldn't willingly let a child be hurt. That was why she had chosen to meet Mon Mothma there. Unwilling to leave Harry in the ship just incase the worst happened, she'd had no choice but to bring him with her.

Five weeks under her care had done Harry a world of good. He was still a little thin, but now looked much more like what a twenty month old should.

Arabella sipped her caf, watching as two hooded and cloaked figures entered the diner. After a quick glance around the room, the shorter of the two walked over to Arabella's booth. The taller followed close behind. Probably a bodyguard of some sort.

"Mrs. Typho," said the shorter.

"No need to be so formal," said Arabella. "I hope you don't mind, I couldn't find a babysitter on such short notice."

"Who-"

"My grandson," said Arabella. It was true enough, she supposed. She'd adopted him on the first planet she'd found that had a government. "His name is Harry."

"Is that why you left?" asked the shorter, Mon Mothma.

Arabella sighed, feeding Harry some of the food she'd ordered. "I'm assuming you know that though my husband was from Naboo, I was not?" At Mothma's nod, she continued. "I come from a planet called Earth. My people have never been part of the Republic. When I was with that particular rebel cell, I fought because it was important to my husband. After his death I thought I had no reason to stay, so I returned to my planet."

"Then why did you return?" demanded Mothma.

"Several years after my return to Earth I realized that I never should have left the rebels." Arabella fought the urge to cry. "But my people were at war and Harry's father was very young. The war only ended about five months ago. Harry's parents are dead and other than his aunt I'm all he has left. I would rather Harry be raised in the New Republic, the Empire, anything other than on Earth."

"But your child grew up on earth."

"Look what that got him." Her voice was hollow. "A nice grave next to his wife and a son who will never know his parents. I played an active role in the war, one much harder to hide than the role I played with the rebels. Even though the war is over, there are quite a few enemy soldiers who evaded capture. There have been more than a dozen revenge killings in the first month after the war alone. The Longbottoms were tortured to insanity before law enforcement arrived."

Mothma glanced at the taller cloaked figure. The figure nodded once.

"Why did you contact me?"

"You're the only person I knew who was alive and not living on Naboo. I don't have any records other than my marriage certificate. I need a job, I'll do almost anything."

"I'll see what I can do," said Mothma. "Where are you staying?"

"On my transport."

"Typho's ship?"

Arabella nodded.

"Who was that?"

Mon looked at Luke Skywalker. At least he had waited until they were back at her office to ask.

"Arabella Typho. Her husband, Gregar Typho was the head of security for Senator Amidala during the Clone Wars. Senator Amidala was supposedly murdered by Jedi days after Palpatine declared himself Emperor. Typho and his wife helped form the resistance on Naboo. After Typho was executed for treason, Mrs. Typho disappeared. We thought she was dead."

Luke nodded. "Who was Senator Amidala?"

"A friend and ally of mine. She was very close to the Jedi. Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker were friends of hers." Mon shook her head. "Do you believe Mrs. Typho was telling the truth?"

"About almost everything," said Luke. "When she said the boy was her grandson it felt like she was unsure. Everything else from the reason she left to where she was staying felt like the truth."

Arabella was in her element. It might not have been the best job around, and it was definitely busy, but her skills were being put to good use. New Republic Intelligence was certainly an interesting place to work.

She only worked as a secretary at the moment, but Mothma had promised that if she proved to be trustworthy she'd see about getting Arabella a promotion.