440Eye Of The Storm: A HP/KOTOR XOver
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars KOTOR; all copyright goes to JK Rowling (14 years on and its still BRILLIANT) and LucasArts (Who knows how many years) I do own any OC Spells or powers described;
Normal Speech
'Thought'
{Mind Link}
"Force Manipulation"
"Statement: HK-47 Speaking"
/Parseltongue/
Harry/Hermione; Draco/Ginny; Revan/Bastila; Voldemort/Bellatrix
Review Answers for Episode 1:
Harryhermionealways: I guarantee that the learning stages of Harry's training will give him a true taste of power;
MariusDarkwolf: Hermione's nightmare was an ideal point, but it also sets the stage for Harry's darkness and, given how dark I want him to go in this story, I can think of nowhere better for it (unless I chose to set it after fifth year, of course.)
YugiohFreak54: I hoped that you wouldn't mind my using it; by the way, I never did get an answer: did you get the idea from my first draft of Sith Sorcerer? If so, then it looks like we're even here; I hope you enjoy the rest of the story;
Episode 2: Two Lives; One Destiny
Leaving the tomb-like vault, Harry found that the return journey to Gringotts' main hall was slightly less nauseating than it had been on the way down, Ragnok not even looking to the new Sith Apprentice as they walked through the hall and into the High Master's office, the almost muted sound of HK's footsteps informing Harry of his servant's presence. When Ragnok closed the door to his office, there was a shimmer in the air and Harry watched as HK seemed to remove some kind of invisibility shield from his body, his bronze-coloured body now looking less rusted and more as if the droid was brand new.
With a nod of acceptance, Harry reached up and removed his helmet, his fierce yellow eyes staring at Ragnok as he asked, "So what happens now Ragnok? You said that I was summoned here to be emancipated?"
"And I told you the truth my Lord," Ragnok explained, taking his seat at the desk as he added, "Unlike in most cases of a Lord's demise, I wish to present you and you alone with access to the Last Will and Testament of Lord Sirius Orion Black as well as fully grant you the rights and access to your vaults. Such an allowance is also cause for a standardised Gringotts Blood Test, which will reveal any and all familial heritages that your lineage holds: which would you like to do first my Lord?"
"I would like to take the test," Harry explained, "But I also want you to use this test, or any others you can think of Ragnok, and tell me if there are any malformations with my magic."
"Such a request is possible my Lord," Ragnok answered, before he rose once more as he explained, "But, for such an in-depth examination, there is only one kind of test that can be performed: if you would follow me my Lord, I can take you there."
As Harry watched Ragnok walking back towards the door of his office, the Sith Apprentice turned to HK-47, "How did you manage to hide your appearance from those around us?"
"Explanation: when I served under one of Lord Revan's descendants, I was upgraded with what is known in Lord Revan's time as a Mandalorian Assault Package, which allows me to shield my sight and sound from enemies under a veil of stealth technology as well as enhance my sensory capacities in the event of battle. Addendum: only my Master could ever know where I was situated through the bond that Revan had forged between us."
'Looks like I have some research to do,' thought Harry, a part of him curious as to the meaning of the species known as Mandalorians. With a slow nod, Harry reached out and picked up his helmet from the desk, before he looked at HK once more as he added, "And, let me guess, you plan on using this technology to remain close to me?"
"Answer: Master, I would only escort you anywhere you desired me to go at your command; though I did act on instinct under Revan, I have learned that it is best for me to only answer my Master's wishes and not provide such an untrustworthy front."
"I…see," Harry replied, sliding his helmet over his face where he felt the back end of the helmet almost expand around his head, his newly-altered features now hidden from sight as he asked, "What can you tell me about this armour HK?"
"Explanation: The armour was designed with Mandalorian capabilities when Revan had completed his task to rise up as the Lord of the Sith; originally, the armour were represented as a set of black robes and the helmet of the Mandalorian leader, known solely as Mandalore. It was Revan's later wishes to have the robes destroyed and, using the technology available to him as the Sith Lord, Revan was able to craft this powerful, one of a kind, suit of Mandalorian Super-Elite's Armour, which he imbued with the power of the Force to increase the darker capabilities of the wearer's Force Powers as well as to protect the wearer from mental assaults or environmental damages."
"That is interesting," Harry nodded, his masked visage making him feel so much stronger as he asked, "And, when I put the mask on beforehand, how did I see a memory from my past as well as the memories from Master Revan's downfall?"
"Answer: The mask was later designed by one of Revan's magic-user descendants to incorporate the use of items known to Revan at the time as Holocrons; this use of memory-induced access was similar to what the wizards call a Pensieve and allowed the wearer of the mask to witness any and all memories of their own lifetime or, at a command, to see the past life of Revan once more. Placating Addendum: Sadly Master, some time ago, the Holocrons of Revan were lost in a great battle and scattered to places in the world that are not known to my programming."
"So what do I do now?" asked Harry, "I would like to learn more about Master Revan's past so that I can understand the future that lies ahead of me."
"Theory: You could attempt to see the memories of your own predecessors in a Force-induced meditation; there was many a time that Revan himself saw the future or the past events through meditations and deep slumber. Extrapolation: it was through such meditations that Revan began to reclaim his title after the battles with the Jedi Council and what would become his Mistress, Bastila Shan."
"We'll just have to try something then," Harry remarked, before he walked next to HK, his dark armour hiding the boy beneath it as he ordered, "Stay close to me under that shield; do not attempt to do anything unless I command it and, no matter what you do HK, do not speak to me if you are hidden from my sight."
"Statement: As you desire Master."
EyeOfTheStorm
As the night rolled on, Hermione listened intently as Bastila – or as she learned, the spirit of Bastila – explained about Harry and his lineage ties to Darth Revan; she told Hermione all about the Force and about how she, as Harry's closest advocate, were also the one person who could gain the power of the Force through an alliance with the soon-to-be Sith Lord.
At first, Hermione would admit that she was slightly afraid of the fact that Harry's destiny involved a darker nature awakening within him, but, when she explained her theories to Bastila, the former Sith Queen answered her, "The loss he has suffered will be the catalyst for his power and, as I once saw in Revan himself, there is the potential to do great things for both sides. However, like Revan, Harry has a darker nature that he has not yet explored and, only through using his emotional catalyst to further his own power can he free himself from the lies spun by those who walk in the Light."
"And how can Harry embrace something that he knows he's not?" asked Hermione, her dark brown eyes almost shining with true energy as she thought on the one that Bastila had told her needed her.
"He can because he will," Bastila explained, "Surely you, Hermione Granger, have seen and perhaps even tasted the taint that lies within him; his mind and heart are damaged by this loss, but his power, his strength of will, the essence of who and what he is; these things still remain and, with your help, he can be reborn as a new person, a being with far greater powers than any who stand in his way or came before him."
"So Sirius' death will be the spark that ignites his fire?" asked Hermione, knowing that her words were wrong: this was her friend, after all, but, as she listened to Bastila, she began to get a feel for how she had been tied to Revan; almost in the same way that Hermione was tied to Harry. They had both faced battles, won and lost those closest to them, seen the true essence of power and yes, perhaps in some mixed-up way that Hermione could not fathom until she saw Harry again, had a desire for the other to feel it.
"That is correct," Bastila replied, "The death of a loved one brings about the essence of fear; fear turns into anger, anger into hate and hate into suffering, but, if he learns to harness these emotions, Harry Potter will become the most powerful Sith Lord since Revan himself."
"And this is why he needs my help?" asked Hermione, "He needs me to be there for him in case others try to forsake his power?"
"Yes," Bastila replied, "He would need you to stand by his side, as his lover and his apprentice; you cannot deny that you have feelings for him and, given what you have told me, I see that, in a manner similar to Revan and I, you and Harry have shared your adventures together, with Harry even risking his life to save and protect you. You know that Harry has power; he possesses a darkness to him that no-one wants him to hold. That is why you chose your allegiance to the Light: because you were afraid; you thought he had lost the power that he once wielded, but this…this, you cannot deny, would be so much better."
"Perhaps you're right," Hermione remarked, a part of her wondering how Bastila could have seen through her mask, "Ever since he saved me from the troll and risked his life to end my petrified state, I always had a feeling that I could call myself his girl, but there were elements that I didn't see coming and now, while he stews in his darkness, I'm here, choosing to abandon him."
"Then what do you think you should do?" asked Bastila, "Do you choose him or them?"
Hermione, her mind seemingly replaying every incident that she and Harry had faced, didn't need a long time to answer, "Him: I choose him and the ways of the Dark Side; I would stand by his side gladly and yes, Bastila, it would be as you said: as his lover and apprentice. The Light betrayed us both when they somehow managed to steal Harry's wand from him and let Sirius die: I choose the Dark Side; I choose the Sith; I choose…my Lord…my lover…my Harry."
"Then we have work to do," Bastila explained, "And it starts with you knowing what the power of the Force feels like."
EyeOfTheStorm
Harry followed Ragnok down through the corridors of Gringotts towards another open chamber, though this one seemed to hold two things: a silver pedestal bearing several sheets of parchment and, next to it, Harry had to look again as he saw a strange cylinder decorated in runes and bearing a strange magical connection to the pedestal.
Behind him, Harry felt HK de-cloak himself before the droid spoke up, "Exclamation: It…it cannot be; I thought they were all destroyed."
"Do you know what this is HK?" asked Harry, once more removing his helmet as he stared at the cylinder.
"Shocked Answer: Why yes Master; if my receptors do not fool me, then this is what was known to Revan as a Bacta Tank: they were used to restore the sick, injured and the wounded. However, when Revan reclaimed the mantle of Dark Lord from his former apprentice, he was found in a chamber filled with tanks that connected the near-deceased with the Force, barely keeping them alive. These Force Prisons, or Force Cages, were used to hold prisoners in a state of suspended animation and, when Revan discovered prisoners on his warship, the Star Forge, he found that he could drain the very life from his enemies. Some time after Revan's demise, there were rumours that these cages had all been destroyed."
"And they were wrong Hunter Killer," Ragnok replied, his voice thick with emotion as he addressed Harry, "My Lord, this is, as Hunter Killer suggested, a Force Cage, but we of Gringotts were granted permission from Lord Revan himself to use this one to fully examine the magical potential and status of those who were strong in the Force. Please, my Lord, if you would remove your armour and then step inside the tank, we can get started."
"Warning: The Master is not to remove his armour in the presence of the armed, Silverbane!" HK seemed to go into some sort of active stance, his hands now holding what appeared to be a pair of small hand-guns. "Suggestive Statement: It would be in your best interests to remove your weapon before my Master removes his armour."
"HK is correct Ragnok," Harry agreed, "You will lower your weapons and show me the respect that you have done all morning or I will be forced to find another way to get the truth."
Ragnok bowed with respect to Harry, before he turned and walked to the chamber's entrance, unsheathing his goblin's blade as well as two daggers, before Harry nodded with satisfaction and began stripping down his armour, his body shivering with cold as it was exposed to the elements. Once he was completely naked before both HK and Ragnok, Harry stepped into the tank and, turning to Ragnok, nodded once, "You may proceed Ragnok."
"Yes my Lord."
"Suggestion: Master, your physical state shocks me greatly; perhaps it would be best to pay your tormentors a little visit once we are done here."
"We will eventually HK," Harry nodded, "But Master Revan ordered me to take a rest in Knockturn Alley and I will not disobey his orders: don't worry my friend," a cold smile crossed his lips as he added, "You will have the chance to have some fun; after all, I will need some guinea-pigs to test my Force Powers upon."
"Resignation: As you desire Master, though my assassination protocols hunger for the blood of those who dare to harm my Master."
"Believe me HK," Harry replied, watching as the tank closed around him, "So do mine!"
Once the door to the tank had closed, Harry remained very still, a strange mist rising from the ground and surrounding his body as he stood there, watching his assassin droid with a gleam of pure evil in his eyes: he knew that HK had seen the damage done to him by the Dursleys and, try as he might, Harry found he could not ignore the hunger for revenge and the thirst for the blood of his enemies that wormed its way through him. What stunned him even more, however, was the scary, yet sensual thought that, while he couldn't ignore the hunger, a part of him didn't want to.
Once the mist had covered his body, Harry suddenly gasped as bolts of white lightning shot from six different points on the tank's interior, his body feeling alive, but ringing with pain: it felt like his heart was being carved up, his muscles, joints and bones coming alive with magic that tried to fight off the waves of tormenting pain. At the same time, Harry looked up into his reflection in the glass door and, for the first time that day, he lay his eyes on his new colour.
The glare that was looking back at him could only be described as feral: his once emerald-green eyes were now animalistic and filled with a cold, yellow shade that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and, as the electrical energy from the cage continued to surge through his blood, Harry then noticed the yellow in the eyes coming close to paling in their shade, until Harry truly resembled some kind of reborn demon, his skin paling and his black hair now falling around his shoulders.
'Damn,' thought Harry, watching as the energy trails that were running through him began to die down, 'I look like one scary son of a bitch.'
Then, as Harry concentrated on this energy, he felt something new rise within him: it felt like a prelude to a dragon breathing fire; rising from within his heart, the energy began to spiderweb down and outwards until, with a groan and a cry of pure malice, Harry literally pushed the energy outwards, the Force Cage shattering into a thousand pieces, Ragnok and HK managing to find cover as Harry looked around, his eyes shining with raw energy. Pointing with his right hand, the Sith Apprentice then felt the energy moulding itself to his will and, as he watched, Harry saw his clothes and his Sith Armour rise from the ground and begin to cover his body, the armour almost covering his whole body as Harry held his helmet in his other arm.
'What is this power?' thought the young Sith, 'And how do I keep it?'
{Ah Harry,} the voice of Darth Revan spoke within his mind, {How nice to finally see you accepting the power within you!}
{Thank you Master,} Harry replied, walking forwards as Ragnok seemed to occupy himself with cleaning away the shattered glass.
{What you feel apprentice,} explained Revan, {Is the power of the Force: with your magical bloodline infused with the Force, you can do practically anything. What you did there is known simply as a Force Wave, which will allow you to dispel any nearby obstacles and, if used on a range of animate enemies, it can stun them and force their bodies into a state of paralysis.}
{I see,} Harry remarked, before he repeated his earlier question, {And how can I gain more of this power Master?}
{Meditate and focus on your darker emotions,} Revan informed him, {Through your meditations, you will discover more and more of your powers and, now that you have gained this power, I can leave you to your destiny. Don't forget to take a new name, my young apprentice…no, my Sith Prince, and make sure to find the one that your heart wishes to stand at your side. You, Harry Potter, are now the Lord of the Sith and it is your destiny to rule: until we meet again, my Prince.}
{Thank you for everything Master,} Harry replied, before he gasped as the link was severed and, turning to Ragnok, he asked, "What are the results?"
"Come and see my Lord," Ragnok informed him, indicating the parchment as Harry walked to the pedestal; once there, Harry watched as the pages of the parchment began to glow and, as he looked, he saw words being written in his own blood:
HARRY JAMES POTTER – MAGICAL SCAN!
Wandless Magic Control – 100% (WARNING: PRE-SCAN REVEALED A 95% DECREASE IN MAGIC DUE TO BLOCKS)
Elemental Wizard: Fire – 45%; Thunder – 45%; Darkness – 10% (BLOCKS DETECTED: ELEMENTAL BLOODLINE NULLIFIED PRE-SCAN)
Parseltongue: 100% (Lineage Trait)
Occlumency/Legilimency Control – 100% (WARNING: PRE-SCAN REVEALED 99.5% DECREASE IN CONTROL DUE TO MAGICAL BLOCKS AND EMOTIONAL TRAUMA)
Multi-Lingual Understanding: 100% (PRE-SCAN REVEALED 80% DECREASE: EFFECT REDUCED TO PARSELMOUTH)
Dark Arts Master: 100% (Effect nullified due to blood wards)
Potions Master: 100% (Effect reduced due to blood wards)
RECORDED BLOOD WARDS PERFORMED AT THE REQUEST OF LORD POTTER'S MAGICAL GUARDIAN: ALBUS PERCIVAL WUFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE:
OTHER BLOCKS REGISTERED: 95% Decrease in attention span;
95% Decrease in memory ability;
99.9% Increase in distractive attention ability;
100% Decrease in Familiar Recognition;
POST-SCAN ANALYSIS: ALL BLOCKS REMOVED!
FAMILIAR RESULT: Phoenix, Serpent, Wolf,
LOCATION OF FAMILIARS: Unknown;
"Dumbledore!" Snarled Harry, the pedestal being thrown off its stand as Harry pushed the Force outwards, his voice almost as icy and demonic as if he were wearing his helmet, "Ragnok: see to it that the DMLE are made aware of an attempted sabotage on my magical affinity: you will not tell them what my skills are and, if they persist, then inform their leader that I will meet with them personally."
"As you wish my Lord," Ragnok bowed, before Harry flipped over the parchments and, when he saw the blood results, his eyes widened as he gasped out loud, his magical anger being quenched as he exclaimed:
"You have got to be fucking kidding me! How can I be the heir of…of…that?"
"The tests do not lie," Ragnok explained, flinching as Harry's cold gaze met his own.
"Tell no-one," Harry hissed, looking back to the list, his eyes still showing shock as to what he was reading…
EyeOfTheStorm
The tavern was called the Poisoned Chalice:
It was a well-run dark-based tavern deep within the more shady areas of Knockturn Alley, so Harry knew he would be safe walking around in his armour, HK cloaked at his side, his armour hidden by a long black robe that bore no crest nor any indication of the fact that this seemingly evil-appearing person was in fact the Golden Boy of Gryffindor.
When Harry arrived at the tavern, he was seen to by a tall, lean man with very pale skin and eyes that burned with crimson fire; the man was dressed in a tuxedo and, when he saw Harry, he went to argue about a school-boy being down here, until he saw the coldness in the boy's eyes and, instead of arguing, the man bowed as he asked, "How may I be of assistance young Master?"
"I need access to one of your rooms," Harry explained, "For the remainder of the summer: I will pay three times the amount you charge, providing you the extra as a means to keep your silence and ignore any and all business I conduct."
"I accept your terms my young Master," the man replied, before he smiled and Harry nearly gasped as he saw a pair of pointed fangs beneath the man's lips: the man was a vampire! "Allow me to introduce myself: I am Marcellus D Hellsing and I am the owner of this establishment: for the price you offered, young Master, I wish to offer you my services with any and all inquiries and needs."
"Thank you Marcellus," Harry replied, walking over to one of the tables in the bar area as he added, "Would it be too improper of me to ask for a meal then? I've been going at my business for some time."
"Of course young Master," Marcellus replied, giving Harry another bow as he added, "May I also offer the Northern Suite for your stay? I guarantee that you will not be disturbed young Master."
"Very well," Harry replied, before he looked up and, with an icy grin, added, "And, if you require a name for me…"
"Oh no young sire," Marcellus remarked, but Harry continued nonetheless.
"Call me Zayne!"
Chapter 2 and Harry/Zayne has managed to acquire a much more powerful outlook on his life, but what will he do concerning Dumbledore and what other powers await him?
Also, when will Hermione decide to meet with Harry and will she keep her word to Bastila?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: While at the Poisoned Chalice, Harry meets an unusual warrior who knows all about him and wishes to serve the new Sith Lord; also, Hermione receives a shocking letter from her future lover and discovers a few surprises of her own when she goes to find him; and, to top it all off, Harry is relaxing at the Chalice when he has a rather unusual set of visions, both of them concerning Dark Lords of a different nature, but why is he not scared?
Please Read and Review…
Note: Some of the lines used by Bastila were taken from the KOTOR game when Revan faces her on the Lost Planet;
2nd Note: Harry's full lineage won't be revealed until near the end of his fourth years;
3rd Note: Anyone who can guess where I got Harry's alias from gets a well done mention and the next chapter dedicated to them;