A/N: Hello, everyone! I've had quite a few people ask where I've been recently, and my answer is "writing this freaking fic". A million thanks to Ursi for convincing me to take it (I love you). This is dedicated to her.

This fic is in 8 parts and completely finished. I'll post one a day until it's fully posted.

Obviously I've never written anything for Star Wars in the past. I probably never will again. Please don't tear me apart, it's not my usual fandom.

Warnings: There is a threesome in this fic. There are a bunch of lemons (it was written for the SmutFest after all).

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter or Star Wars.

The transport jolted as it entered the planet's atmosphere. Hux planted his feet and straightened his spine in order to keep from falling off the small, uncomfortable seat. Across from him Kylo Ren tightened his grip on the narrow metal arm rests, but his focus didn't waver from a small spot of rust on the floor. His mother sat next to him, her hand hovering over her knee as if she were trying to decide if she could touch her son to give him comfort, but she must have known that Ren would not appreciate the gesture. Next to Hux sat Rey, her body tense as she stared at Ren with an odd mix of sympathy and fear in her eyes. Next to her was Finn, as Hux found he liked to be called, who was invited only because his former station under Hux seemed to entitle him a spot. The final spot in the small transport was occupied by some lower-rung official from the Resistance whose name Hux didn't bother to remember, the "official witness" present to make sure that their sentence was actually carried out. As the transport slowed Hux did his best to straighten the prison-issue gray pants and shirt that he had been given, and force himself not to glare at Ren's favored black tunic ensemble, which had been returned to him as a special favor by Leia. Hux knew there was no point in complaining about favoritism, it was not going to be long before that favoritism would end and they'd be on level ground.

With a final jolt the transport touched down and the engine whined to a halt. Ren and Hux stood simultaneously and walked out the hatch as soon as it opened. Across a dusty, stone-filled field stood the arch, the last thing standing on this long-abandoned planet, the only thing that could stand up to the harsh weather conditions and occasional high winds. But the air was still that day, and Hux kept his back straight and his face stoic as he approached the stones with the nearly imperceptible shimmering mist within. A few feet from it he turned, Ren mimicking his movements despite lacking his grace. The group stopped about fifteen feet away from the relic, and for a minute no one spoke for staring at the mist and speculating on what the next few minutes might bring.

"Armitage Hux and Ben Solo," the official said, holding an official looking piece of paper. "You have both been convicted of crimes against humanity, and have been sentenced to exile by travel through the Arch. At this time you may give a final public statement."

Ren shot him a look of irritation. Hux considered raising one final objection to being exiled in such an untested manner based only on ancient rumors, but knew it would be futile and merely shook his head once. If this arch worked it meant he could go on living, he didn't think that the Resistance's reluctance to give him the death penalty would extend if they were unable to find a way to expel him from the galaxy.

"Okay. I will stay until you have entered the Arch and started your exile, however, I will do so from a distance in accordance to your wishes, General Organa. Good luck, gentlemen," he nodded and turned to retreat toward the transport. Hux was sure he heard Ren let off a growl. He half-turned back to the arch, knowing that Ren would be getting final good-byes, but there was no one for him. Leia had contacted his mother, who couldn't wait to distance herself from her son and refused to visit him even before he was transported to this planet. To his surprise Finn approached him.

"Are you going to gloat about your victory one final time?" Hux asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Finn shook his head. "But I know no one else is going to talk to you, so I wanted to say that I don't agree with this method."

"Your objection is noted. I'm sure you'll lose sleep over this."

"You know I won't. But that doesn't mean that I agree with it."

Knowing it was the most civil response he would get for the day Hux just nodded once, and Finn retreated quickly. Behind him he heard Rey spouting words of encouragement and support to Ren, who seemed only marginally interested in the platitudes. When she was done she hugged him, and to Hux's surprise he returned the gesture. Finn took Rey by the hand and they started back toward the transport, stopping about halfway there to turn around and watch. Leia was the last one to step up, and Hux fully turned away to give Ren a little privacy with his mother, but he could still hear every word that passed between them.

"I'm sorry," Leia started.

Ren scoffed. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"I fought as hard as I could to keep you here," she murmured.

"I did too much, and I don't deserve your pity."

"You are my son. You will always get my pity."

There was a moment silence. "Do you really think this is going to work?" Ren asked softly.

"The stories are pretty well documented," she replied.

"That people went in," he pointed out. "There's no evidence that there's something on the other side."

She let off a soft wounded noise, and decided to change the subject. "I brought these for you," she said, and Hux turned enough to see her holding out a canvas bag. Ren reached in and pulled out his battered and cracked mask.

"I thought you'd want that," she said with a soft smile.

"I can't believe you kept it," he muttered, then, after a short pause he added, "You want it gone."

"I don't want to remember Kylo Ren," she said firmly. "I want to remember Ben."

He sighed, then pulled something else from the bag that Hux immediately recognized as Ren's saber, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from questioning her sanity for returning it to him.

"R2 looked at it," she said. "It should be okay... just in case."

Ren weighed the thing in his hand, then carefully fastened it to his belt so it was accessible. Hux hadn't even thought to ask for some form of weapon to protect himself against anything they might find on the other side of the Arch. He made a mental note to not stray too far from Ren until he could find a way to defend himself. Ren might be unstable at the best of times, but there was also a part of him that was loathe to let go of the familiar, and on the other side of the Arch Hux would be the only familiar thing, so Ren would be protective and would hopefully still possess the skills to keep them alive at least long enough to assess their situation.

For a minute no one moved, all eyes focusing on the gentle swirl of the mist in the Arch. When the moment started to weigh too heavily on Hux and he could feel the first tendrils of fear start to creep around him he turned to Ren.

"It's time," he said firmly.

Leia gave no warning before throwing her arms around her son. "Take care of yourself," she whispered, not letting her emotions show save for a strain in her voice.

Ren could only nod.

"I love you."

Ren looked pained, and hugged her back. "Take care of yourself, too, mom," he muttered before carefully extracting himself and going to stand on Hux's right side. Out of the corner of his eye Hux saw Ren putting the mask over his face.

"Will I never be free of your dramatics?" Hux sighed.

"Ready?" Ren's mechanical voice replied.

Hux straightened, and nodded once. In unison they stepped toward the Arch. Hux drew in a breath and heard Ren do the same through a crack in the mask as they stepped through.

At first Hux was convinced that nothing had happened, that they had merely stepped through to the other side. But a cursory glance around made him realize that he was very much mistaken. While their travel had been seamless, they were certainly in a different place, a dark, tiered room, which was all the time he had for observations as they found the room already occupied. Two people, a man and a woman, were whirling around to see what had just happened, drawing sticks, which they pointed directly at Hux and Ren. Hux almost instinctively knew what would happen next and stepped quickly to the side as Ren drew his saber, turned it on, and held it in a defensive stance. A jet of light erupted from the man's stick, and Ren's hand shot up, halting the light mere inches from his outstretched fingers. Ren's chest heaved with the effort of holding the light as if it were fighting to get to him with the same amount of effort he was putting into keeping it from him, and he had just started to move to duck out of the way when the woman seemed to get over her shock and sent a second jet in his direction. With all his effort going to stop the first there was nothing he could do to stop the second, which hit him squarely in the chest, and he was knocked back against the stone of the Arch, and he crumpled to the ground and didn't move, his saber falling silent inches from his hand.

Hux raised an eyebrow at his fallen compatriot, then turned to the man and the woman. "You will have to forgive Ren, he has a penchant for theatrics," he said, trying not to move for fear of getting hit with a jet of light himself.

The man and the woman cautiously approached him, sticks still raised.

"Bill?" the woman asked, looking confused.

"Gen... Armitage Hux, ma'am," he nodded. "And that would be Kylo Ren," he nodded toward Ren's body as the man grabbed the saber and tossed it to the woman before producing a pair of cuffs and placing them on Ren's wrists as he began to stir.

"Hermione Granger," the woman replied cautiously. "And he's Harry Potter. Where did you come from?"

"The other side of the Arch," he replied matter-of-factly.

"The other side of the Arch is the land of the dead," she replied skeptically. "You certainly don't look dead."

"I am quite sure I was alive when I stepped through moments ago."

She looked at him as though she wanted to debate him, but turned her attention to the saber. "What is this?" she asked, examining it.

"A lightsaber. Kindly point it away from me if you intend to turn it on. And watch the sides, as Ren wasn't content to just make a saber, he had to maximize the amount of damage he could produce during one of his rants."

She seemed to decide against turning it on, and put in her bag before turning to Harry, who was helping Ren to his feet.

"Does the helmet come off?" she asked.

Ren stood stoically for a moment before he replied, "Yes."

"Do it," Harry ordered.

It took Ren a moment to undo it with his hands bound together, but eventually he managed to pull it off. A gash had opened on one of his temples, and blood dripped down his face. Hermione seemed to move automatically, pulling a towel from her bag and dabbing the wound.

"May I heal it?" she asked.

Ren nodded, and she raised her stick. Hux wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not, but he couldn't be, as the wound stitched itself together and the blood cleared. His eyes met Ren's, and he could tell that Ren was trying to work out what kind of Force these two were using, but it didn't take much to realize that their power was concentrated in the sticks they carried. For a moment both men gave consideration to attempting to overpower Harry and Hermione and taking the sticks, which would at least give Ren the momentary advantage, but Hux shook his head once to discourage him. For all they knew there were more like them outside the room, and there were only so many that Ren would be able to overpower at once and Hux knew he would be mostly useless.

"Why did you come through the arch?" Hermione asked.

"We were exiled," Ren said before Hux could give a less damning answer.

"Exiled?" she repeated, anger rising in her voice. "Someone's using the arch to send us their problems? Why were you..."

"The Arch goes two ways?" Harry interrupted.

"Harry," she murmured haltingly.

"I only know that it goes from our galaxy to... wherever this is," Hux answered. "I have not tried going back through."

"A man went through..." Harry started.

"Harry..." Hermione hissed.

"... we weren't sure he was dead when he went. Sirius Black. Have you heard of him?"

"No," Hux shook his head. "No one under my command had a name remotely like that, it sounds like a rebel name if anything, and I had no need to know most of their names."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do we do with them?" Harry asked.

"The only thing I can think of is to bring them to Severus and see if he has any ideas."

"I could bring them to Azkaban, and then have Snape go evaluate them there."

"How are you going to justify bringing a Muggle to Azkaban?"

"So we should go to the Minister?"

"He's out of the country at that convention. Who would we go to with this?"

"Someone in this department?" he shrugged.

"It's Saturday. Even the Unspeakables don't work on Saturdays," she shot back. "And I don't know anyone who works down here, do you?"

"Severus it is, then," he shrugged. "I don't think there's much else we can do."

"Come on, then," Hermione motioned for Hux and Ren to follow her. She lead them up a set of stairs and through a door that didn't seem to have a handle. Hux noticed gouges and scorch marks on some of the tiers as they passed and knew some form of battle had happened in that room. When he looked around the next room he stopped dead as he caught sight of a large tank.

"Are those brains?" he asked in amazement and disgust.

"Yes, and I'd stay well away if I were you. The human brain can be quite dangerous," Hermione replied with a tug on his elbow to keep him moving.

Hux decided right there that whatever this world was, the humans inhabiting it were mad, though they appeared to also be Force-users, and therefore they were mad people he would be very careful around. After the brain room he was apprehensive to venture into another room, but the next was large and circular, with torches of blue flame dotting the walls. As soon as Harry, who was bringing up the rear, passed through the door it slammed shut and the walls began to rotate, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed until the flames were nothing but a blue blur and Hux knew there was no way that anyone could keep an eye on any single door. He glanced at Ren, who was clearly apprehensive, and noticed that his fingers were extended toward Hermione's bag. He was trying to use the Force to get his saber back, having decided that these two people were not to be trusted, his mind already trying to devise an escape on an unknown and possibly hostile planet, but to his dismay the bag seemed to prevent the saber from coming.

As suddenly as the walls had started turning they came to an abrupt halt. Without pause Hermione held her stick in her upturned palm, and it spun three times before pointing to the third door on the right, and she led them through into a darkened hallway of black stone. Hux and Ren looked around, trying to memorize the place in case they needed to get back for some reason, but there were too many twists and turns. They took a short ride upwards in a lift, exiting in a large atrium dominated by a massive golden statue.

"Security?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Marvin," he replied. "I'd bet my last knut he's taking a nap in the breakroom on level four."

"At least this part is easy. How do we get them out?"

"Side-along?" he replied, sounding uncertain.

"You take him?" she asked, nodding at Ren, and he nodded in affirmation.

"Hold on," she said, holding her arm out to Hux. "This will probably feel weird."

Hesitantly Hux took a hold, and without warning he got the feeling he was being sucked through a tube. As quickly as it started it was over, and he landed hard on a stony road. He took a couple steps to steady himself, and with a twinge of satisfaction he heard Ren curse as he stumbled into a low brick wall.

"Come on," Hermione hissed, grabbing Hux's sleeve and pulling him through a tall hedge. A large garden filled with dangerous looking plants suddenly sprang into view, but Hermione seemed to know where she was going, cutting a zig zag pattern through the plants, once pulling Hux away from what looked like a rather innocuous stump. As they came to the stoop of a tiny cottage he could just make out a brass nameplate that read "S. Snape, Master of Potions" before the door swung open and a dark, irritated man appeared behind it.

"Thank you for the warning, Miss Granger," the man snarled.

"Trust me, I wasn't planning on visiting," she shot back. "I need to talk to you about someone."

The man looked over Hux quickly, but his eyes lingered on Ren for a moment before he stepped aside and motioned for them to come in. Hermione prodded Hux forward, guiding him to a sitting room where she motioned for him to sit on a sofa, Harry pushing Ren down next to him.

"And where did you find them?" the man asked.

"They came out of the Veil," Harry replied.

The man's eyebrow arched so high it disappeared under a layer of his greasy black hair.

"It's true, Severus," Hermione replied softly. "We were there, laying a wreath for..." she trailed off, shot a sympathetic look at Harry, then continued. "We had just started to leave when we heard footsteps, and we turned around to find these two coming out of the Veil. This one," she pointed at Hux, "doesn't seem to want to give much information, but we've gathered they were exiled from whatever is on the other side."

"And was there a reason you decided to arrest the other?" Severus asked.

"He tried to fight us. He..." she looked unsure of herself.

"We attacked first," Harry admitted.

"That doesn't seem like conduct becoming of an Auror," Severus sneered.

"A man wearing all black and a mask appeared in front of us. I'm sure you could imagine how we reacted to that particular sight," he snapped.

"He caught a Stupefy curse mid-air," Hermione added.

"He blocked it?" Severus asked

"No. He stopped it, right in front of him. He doesn't have a wand, he just used his hand. And he had this," she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out the saber. Severus looked skeptical, so she carefully pointed it away from anything and pressed the button, and the saber came to life, bathing the darkened room in red light. She held it for a couple seconds before turning it off and stuffing it back into her bag.

"But you managed to subdue him?"

"He couldn't catch the second."

"I see. So you decided your brilliant plan was to bring them to me?"

"He's practically radiating dark magic," she pointed at Ren. "I thought if anyone had seen anything like this before it would be you."

"I suggested taking them to Azkaban," Harry added. "Hermione thought it might be difficult considering I have no good explanation for the Muggle, and the load of duffers they have running that place they'd send us right back to the Ministry, and I think we need to get this dealt with as soon as possible. But maybe we should reconsider. They had to have done something horrible to get exiled here."

"Perhaps they care to enlighten us," Severus crossed his arms and stared at the two on his sofa.

Hux's mind raced, trying to decide what to tell them. Lying was not his strong suit, but he was skilled at lying by omission. He didn't think things would go well if he admitted everything, but there was enough he had done that would seem exile-worthy that perhaps they'd take it as a good enough explanation and not prod further. He was about to answer when Ren spoke up.

"You wouldn't understand," he hissed.

"I'm sure I could get the general idea," Severus shot back.

"Don't tell them," he ordered Hux. "The mere fact that we were exiled should be information enough."

"They're hiding something," Harry muttered.

"Brilliant observation Mr. Potter," Severus snapped, though his eyes did not leave Hux and Ren, and Hux got the unpleasant feeling he was sitting in class with a rather strict teacher who just caught him with a contraband item. "You gentlemen could continue not to talk, however that would warrant an immediate trip to Azkaban and, as a former resident of said institution, I would warn you that to say the place is uncomfortable would be an understatement. It will bring up every bad memory you ever had, every wrong you've ever done, and play it in your mind as many times as it takes to go mad. The darker your past, the quicker you will become afraid of your own mind."

Hux shifted uncomfortably, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ren start to examine the floor.

"We do have another option. The one seems skilled enough in mental magic that he has some rudimentary barriers up, however the Muggle has no such protection. It wouldn't take anyone with the ability much effort to cast the spell to get in and get the truth."

"Your prison can't hold me," Ren said, and Hux hoped Severus did not hear the note of uncertainty in his voice. "I will get out and be far away from you before you realize I am gone. Don't tell them anything, General."

"General?" Hermione murmured, but Snape cut across her.

"If you are so confident in your abilities I will be happy to escort you to Azkaban," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll even stay to bear witness your great escape. If you are so sure, say the word and we will be there within minutes."

Ren stared at him, but said nothing.

"Miss Granger," he barked, and she startled. Snape conjured a chair across from Hux and motioned for Hermione to sit.

"Why should I be the one to do it?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Several reasons. First, anyone who is able to make their parents forget, then remember their existence is obviously skilled in mental magic. Second, Potter does not have the skills, and I do not have the finesse that you have, an attempt by either of us would likely leave him... incapacitated. And, finally, if either of them react poorly to this Potter and I are both more qualified than you to subdue and restrain."

"Fine," she sighed, taking the seat and closing her eyes to prepare herself.

"A word of wisdom," he looked at Hux. "It would be wise for you to draw the relevant memories up for her. The mind is not an open book for her to flip pages at will. There are ways to get in and find the information, but even one as cautious and gentle as Hermione could destroy your mind in the process of trying to find it."

Hux swallowed, starting to think of everything he might want to show Hermione, but before he had a chance to really focus on something she opened her eyes and locked gazes with him, and he could only take in that her eyes had flecks of gold in them before she whispered, "Legillimens."