This is basically the original plan I had for "The Jedi of Hogwarts, They Are!". Basically, it's one of those whole, "Harry Potter is a Jedi" stories, but with a twist like in "The Jedi of Hogwarts, They Are!". The twist in this one will be revealed in the next few chapters, so be prepared, because it's an angle on a story that you've probably never seen before… Ya know, unless you've actually read "The Jedi of Hogwarts, They Are!". In which case, congrats to you as you're psychic!

I'd also like to thank Jedi Rhodes and his awesome Star Wars/ Harry Potter-Jedi Fanfiction for the inspiration of making me go back and do this idea I had abandoned long ago. If I had not read his work, I would have been content to let this brilliant idea just go by the wayside.

IMPORTANT A/N: The year in this chapter is 47 BBY and Harry is near two years old. Not quite two years old yet, but getting there.

Ages as of the Year:

Harry Potter (1 year-old)

Jedi-Count Dooku (55 years-old)

Qui-Gon Jinn (45 years-old)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (10 years-old)

Yoda (OLD!)

Well, that's all folks! Enjoy the show!

Chapter 1: How It All Started

"Master Yoda… We have arrived."

"Good… Seek him out, you must."

"Understood, Master."

The two mysterious strangers stepped off the ramp of their ship, scanning over the row of near-identical houses with a keen and attentive eyes.

"How mundane…" one of the two strangers said with the lightest of sneers, which went undetected by the other, "No sense of originality, individualism, nor creativity. It's an eyesore of the highest level."

"Well, all can't be as cultured as you are in nihilism." the other said, in a much younger voice laced with mirth.

"Perhaps you're right, but is it my fault that I am disilluded by the blatant corruption I see within our democracy?" the older one said as the younger sighed.

"I would disagree if I had not been seeing the same as of late, Master." the younger man said heavily as the elder patted his shoulder.

"Thankfully, you'll be able to meditate on those thoughts during our week back through hyperspace, my old apprentice." the older man said as the younger nodded.

"Shall we set out, then?" the younger man asked as the first nodded, both walking away from their ship and toward the row of houses, "I believe we've landed ourselves in what the natives identify as a park."

"That was a park?" the older asked, astonished and somewhat disgusted, "It was so spare, so empty. I thought it was just an empty field not in use."

Moving onto the pavement of the street, the pair were searching for a certain house.

"Master Dooku," the younger man began, "What was the address again?"

"You've forgotten?" the older man, Dooku asked, "How could you? It was so bland! Number 4 Privet Drive. Really, do these backwater people have anything extraordinary?"

"They aren't nearly as advanced as we are." the young man countered, "Master Yoda says they have only just discovered space-travel."

"That's another thing." Dooku began with his brows furrowed, "How did Master Yoda know of this place? It's so far into the Unknown Regions and he had exact coordinates to this very place."

"Well, he is over eight hundred years-old." the younger man said with a roll of his eyes.

"No need to be so brazen, young Qui-Gon." Dooku said as the younger man, Qui-Gon, frowned.

"I'm over 45 years-old! I'm not that young anymore." Qui-Gon said as Dooku chuckled, "Besides, Master Yoda must have been here, or at least have a contact here."

"Yes well, compared to me you are still quite young, my young former apprentice." Dooku said as Qui-Gon pouted, crossing his arms, "By the way, how goes your search for your next apprentice?"

"Good." Qui-Gon assured, "I'm going to be taking on Obi-Wan Kenobi when he reaches of the final age. I have foreseen it thanks to the guidance of the Force."

"Hmm… Kenobi… I haven't heard much about him, but I'm sure he'll make an excellent Padawan." Dooku said as he waved his hand dismissively, "Now then, back to our search."

"Does this search, perhaps, involve a young infant?" an aged and wise voice said from the shadows as Dooku and Qui-Gon both turned to it, their hands gripping their lightsabers in case of attack.

"We were not told of such." Dooku said, frowning at the shadowed figure, "Our purpose here is establish contact with one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Long and unusual name, but I've heard far stranger."

"That, would be me." the shadowed figure said, stepping into the street light as his eyes twinkled.

"Are his eyes… g-glimmering?" Qui-Gon whispered to his former Master, who nodded.

"Strange, but I've seen far stranger." Dooku replied in whisper as Dumbledore chuckled.

"I believe we have things to discuss gentlemen." Dumbledore said as he gestured to the shadows in which he had appeared from, "If you would kindly follow me."

And with that, the two Jedi Masters followed the stranger into the shadows. Though where they ended up when they came back into light was quite surprising to them. For when they could see again, they found themselves standing in a room filled with people.

"What manner of sorcery is this?" Dooku demeaned, gripping his lightsaber as Qui-Gon followed suit.

"Magic." Dumbledore answered simply as he gestured for the two men to be seated, "This is my office and these people are part of my Order. Now, I understand that Master Yoda had sent you. How he is, if you don't mind me asking?"

"He is doing fine." Dooku assured as Qui-Gon nodded, "He has just made his 849th life cycle. He said you might like to know that."

"He has!" Dumbledore asked, smiling happily as a gruff-looking man grunted, "Then I'll have to send a gift back with you when you leave."

"He said he'd like… Sherbet Lemon. We're not sure what that is, but he said you'd know." Qui-Gon said after exchanging looks with Dooku.

"Of course! Of course! I'll send an entire trunk full!" Dumbledore replied eccentrically while the two Jedi were exchanging odd looks.

"Get on with it, Albus!" the gruff man growled as Dumbledore looked embarrassed.

"Sorry…" Dumbledore said, waving his excitement aside, gaining a more serious look, "Now then, I understand you've come to receive something from me. Do you know what that something is?"

"We were not informed." Qui-Gon replied easily enough.

"That something, is a child. An infant that is to be placed in the care of the Jedi Order." Dumbledore answered, closing his eyes as the seven people around his office gasped and grew wide-eyed.

"That was not part of the deal!" a dower looking man in dark black robes hissed in fury as Dumbledore turned his attention to him.

"Severus is right, Albus! You can't possibly want to send Harry that far off to protect from You-Know-Who!" a severe looking woman with a prim expression of shock uttered. Dooku and Qui-Gon both raised a brow at the mention of "You-Know-Who", but waved it off as the Force wasn't jumping out at the phrase.

"Minerva, I have always thought you a more sensible woman than this." Albus Dumbledore said with his head tilted to the right, a curious expression playing on his face, "Why can you not simply utter the name Lord Voldemort? Or perhaps just Voldemort?"

"Stop trying to distract us, Albus!" the grizzly looking man with a manic eye that gazed in every direction said, "Why is the Potter child being made to go with these two? I've never seen them a day in my life."

Dumbledore sighed, looking his age; a hundred years old as he leaned back into his chair.

"Young men, if you would please introduce yourselves fully for my friends here." Dumbledore said, gesturing as Dooku and Qui-Gon exchanged looks before standing in unison.

"I am Jedi Master Dooku, former Padawan of Jedi Master Yoda." the aged man said, bowing slightly in greeting.

"I am Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, former Padawan of Jedi Master Dooku." the younger man said, bowing much the same as his former Master had.

"Jedi?" Minerva echoed the phrase, before rounding on Dumbledore "Albus, you didn't…"

"I did, Minerva. I felt that with times as they are, Harry would be much safer and far better off if her were to go to my old friend for the time being." the ancient wizard stated, his calm demeanor never wavering as the twinkle in his eye dimmed slightly.

"But what about the plan, Albus?" the grizzly man growled, stamping his large walking staff to the floor, "What about the blood wards?"

"All a distraction should any… leaks in information occur, Alastor." Albus said, glancing to the man in dark robes, who scowled deeply back at him.

"So it was all a ruse? A complicated ruse to throw off any undeterred followers of the Dark Lord?" the man, Severus if Qui-Gon remembered right, sneered as he glared at the wizened old wizard.

"Yes, Severus. And to all of you, I apologize for the deception." Dumbledore said, "After what Minerva and Alastor reported about the Dursleys, I simply couldn't have Harry placed with them. I decided that Harry would be much safer either here at Hogwarts, or as far from as possible."

"And since everyone who would want to do the boy harm knows where Hogwarts is…" the grizzly Alastor began.

"But don't know just how far you'd be willing to send the boy…" Severus said, everyone's eyes widening.

"Albus, you truly are a genius!" Minerva said aloud as Albus blushed, which made everyone blink in shock and surprise.

"Thank you for your kind words, Minerva, but I am no smart than any other. I simply look at things in a different perspective." Albus said as he gazed over his half-mooned spectacles at Dooku and Qui-Gon, "Now gentlemen, I believe we have been most rude to you as of this evening. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster here at Hogwarts, and leader of this… gathering."

"Oh, right!" Minerva said, blushing in embarrassment for being rude to… guests, "I am Minerva McGonagall, a professor here at Hogwarts."

"Severus Snape." Severus said, looking as disgruntled as anyone Qui-Gon had ever seen.

"Alastor Moody, and what I do is Constant Vigilance." Alastor said as Dooku nodded.

"He captures evil beings and place them in prison." a pump woman seated next to a man Dooku suspected was her husband said, "I'm Molly Weasley, and this is my husband Arthur Weasley." the man nodded to them in greeting.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, same as Alastor." a tall dark-skinned man said from the back corner of the room where the door was.

"Glad to meet you all." Dooku said politely nodding to all those around before turning his attention to Dumbledore, "You said we were to be taking an infant with us."

"Yes, young Harry. Molly, if you would." Dumbledore said Molly Weasley nodded and walked out the door, "She'll only be a moment."

"Alright then." Qui-Gon said, though the corners of his mouth twitched downward. To be honest with himself and any that asked, he didn't like this. Ever since they had landed on the primitive little planet, Qui-Gon could feel agents of darkness around, skulking about in the shadows. When Dumbledore had come forth, Qui-Gon had felt the man's compassion for peace, though that didn't stop him from also feeling the man's deep connection with the Force.

No, Qui-Gon and Dooku had suspected the old man a Jedi from the moment he made himself known. The only problem was that it was impossible to know every Jedi there was active in the Order, but also it worried them that the man knew Grand Master Yoda, a Jedi Master the two had personally known for quite sometime without ever hearing a word about the man before them.

It was unsettling, because the man obviously knew more about them than they did about him, and his power in the Force rivaled both of theirs together. Of this, Qui-Gon and Dooku were sure.

"Yoda told me he would be sending top men, and I can see that he did indeed." Dumbledore said pleasantly.

"Thank you, but we do not require such praise." Dooku responded, trying to humble himself, "We merely wish to learn more of this mission in which we have been assign-"

But Dooku didn't get to finish as his pocket started to vibrate. Taking out his com-link, Dooku pressed the button to the side of it as a holo-image of his former diminutive Jedi Master showed up.

"Dooku, Qui-Gin, found your contact, have you?" the small Grand Master asked as the Jedi pair nodded.

"Yes, Master Yoda, we have made contact with Albus Dumbledore here and are now patiently awaiting the presentation of our… cargo." Dooku said, the smallest of furrows in his brow as Yoda hummed.

"Hmm, yes. Good, good… Take the boy, you will. Straight back here, you will come." Yoda said as before his holo-image turned to Dumbledore, who was the only one not surprised among the others at the technology or at the fact that the little elf-like Master was in fact; their superior, "Albus, seeing you in good health, brings warm feelings to my heart. Yes. Hmm…"

"Thank you, my old friend." Dumbledore said, looking equally at peace that Master Yoda was okay as Master Yoda was at him, "I was so relieved that you answered my call. I also cannot tell you how glad I am that you are doing well for yourself."

"Hmm… Heh, heh!" Yoda hummed before giggling as Dooku and Qui-Gon looked on in shock, "Well for myself, you say? No. As old as we are, live for the next generation and those to come after, we do. Agree with this, do you, Albus?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said, sighing in tranquility, "I'd like to rest every now and then, but people of our age must help those to come along their path."

"Hmm… Yes." Yoda said with closed eyes and a slow nod of his head while the door to the room opened, "Still remember my younger days, I do. With Nicholas, I remember well. Trained him, I did. Then you, we did train."

"Of course." Dumbledore said his open eyes closing in peace, "You were a spree young hundred and fifty years-old, Nicholas said, when he began his training under you. You both look great for your ages."

"Keep in good health, we must." Yoda said, casting a glance at Molly and the bundle of blankets held gently and lovingly in her arms, "In order to help those, much like this young one."

Qui-Gon rose from his seat when Molly offered them the baby. He gently took the young infant from her as per his orders. He held the boy even more gently still when he saw the small one was sleeping so soundly, not wishing to wake the child. The crying of a small child was said to be very annoying, after all. The boy stirred in his sleep, but did not utter sound as Qui-Gon gazed intently upon him while the others were talking amongst themselves and/or to Master Yoda. Qui-Gon's gaze, however, lingered fiercely upon the deep wound on the child's forehead. Qui-Gon, while not one to cuddle or smother children over protectively, found himself mildly angry that such a small child had to have endured such a wound, that would surely leave a life-long scar. It was almost like the cut had been given to the boy by a lightsaber. And that thought made Qui-Gon's insides shiver with cold dread.

Had one of those darkened beings already attacked the boy? Was that why they were given the mission to go so very deep with the Unknown Regions to retrieve him? The old man, Dumbledore, did say the boy would be safer with the Jedi Order. But Qui-Gon needed to be sure.

"Master Yoda…" Qui-Gon began as he looked up from the child to the holographic image of the tiny Grand Master of the entire Jedi Order. He paused for a moment when those eyes, the eyes of one who truly and deeply understood the Force, locked upon him, "Why do we not simply leave the boy here? I should think he would be fine with these good people and whatever protections they could provide him."

Qui-Gon knew what he was doing, and so did Dooku. That was why the older, white-bearded Jedi Master was scowling at him and his actions. To question a Master in front of others was like blatantly slapping that Master and their pride in you in the face. However, he had done this… a time or two before, so it did come as much of a surprise to the two elder Masters.

Master Yoda was looking to be almost seething as he narrowed his eyes at Qui-Gon. However, before the tiny Master could give Qui-Gon the sharp-side of his tongue and wit, Albus Dumbledore chuckled.

"Please, Yoda, my old friend, allow me." Dumbledore said as he leaned forward from behind his desk, gazing intently at the Jedi pair.

"You see, Master Jinn, Harry here has a… task of sorts that he must perform when he gets older. The safety of being so far from here will also come with the training I requested he receive from the Jedi Order." Dumbledore said calmly and sagely, as though he were scolding children lightly for their youthful abandon, "I'm sure you can feel it; his strength in the Force at his oh so young age."

"Yes, we can." Dooku replied simply as Qui-Gon merely nodded, trying not to scope out the boy's power in the mystical energy of all life. It would be rather rude if he did so intently, but thankful he didn't have to as the boy practically radiated with it.

"Besides, his family are… not the best of people around." Dumbledore said with a weary sigh, "And I could not impose on anyone here to take in another child when they have lost so many to our most recent war, which ended only yesterday. No, I think your Order is perfect for one such as him. To raise him here in the school would be the strip him of a normal childhood. But, at least with the Jedi Order, he can have peace and acceptance from those around him." Yoda nodded his agreement, which meant that Qui-Gon was not to speak another word on the matter.

But war? One that had ended only a day ago? It sounded as though the child himself had been the deciding factor in the war. But, Qui-Gon got his answers. It was because the child must have been the deciding factor that made all the difference. And, if all that was said, and all that was let unsaid as well, were true, then they were right; the boy would indeed be much safer within the Jedi Order than he would being left on a planet where agents of the Dark-side would try and do him harm.

"As you wish, Master Yoda." Qui-Gon said from his seat with the boy still in his arms, bowing his head in respect to the Grand Master.

"Please gentlemen, I ask that you stay the night." Dumbledore said as he rose from his desk, "It is awfully late for travels, and you will need your rest. Stay the night within the castle."

"But our ship-" Qui-Gon tried to object.

"Has been cloaked from the Muggles." Dumbledore said as though they should have known the term Muggle, "I have seen to it, myself. Tomorrow will be a better time to depart, gentlemen."

"Is that acceptable, Master Yoda?" Dooku asked as Yoda nodded.

"Acceptable, this is." Yoda said as Dooku nodded back, "Go now, I must."

"Understood." Dooku said, and clicked off the pocket-sized holo-emitter before pocketing the small device and rising from his seat. Qui-Gon slowly followed his example, though now wondering why they had given him the baby if they would be staying the night.

Had the old man planned it, Qui-Gon though for a moment? Had the man merely wanted to be sure that he and Dooku got to immediately feel the boy's power? To be sure that they would not be deterred from their mission of the boy's safe passage directly to the Jedi Temple?

Or did the old man have something else in store…?