AN: You know, there are a lot of different Star Wars/Harry Potter crossovers, and some of them seem very odd and not really logical (but that's just my opinion, there's a high chance I'm wrong...), but I am fond of the ones that involve Harry and Anakin somehow meeting and helping each other. One Chosen One to another. That's what motivated me to write this! *beams* Of course, mine is going to be a little different.

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Chapter One

As long as he could remember, whispers had always followed him.

As a child with his normal, non-freakish relatives, whispers followed him everywhere, soft murmurs of the odd, unnatural child with the eerie green eyes. The child that was a delinquent, strange, a loner; a child that was bullied by his older cousin and neglected by the people that should have taken care of him. The child that yearned, above all else, to know not only the love of a parent but also the acceptance of those he knew.

But perhaps he felt too deeply, loved too strongly, for the few friends he managed to gain despite his cousin's interference never stayed. It was like the more he tried, the farther away his desires and hopes seemed.

When that boy was eleven, he discovered that much of what he thought he knew were lies. He discovered a great secret, of magic and murder and the truth of his parents' deaths. It sent a warm thrill through him, to learn that his parents loved him enough to gladly give their lives for him. (How many people so far in his life could claim that? Not his relatives, that was for sure.)

But even there the whispers followed him, in the ancient castle built by four extraordinary people. Whispers of the Boy-Who-Lived, the defeater of the terrorist that had nearly taken over that hidden world. No one seemed to care that he had lost his parents and grew up with abnormal-hating relatives; they whispered and gossiped and never gave him any privacy at all. His whole life, everything that he'd ever done, would do, and never did (those stupid stories about what a hero he was), was on display for them. If this had happened to them, how would they like it?

Yes, he did grow to resent the Wizarding World and the people in it. Even in his first year exposed to the society he should have grown up in, he was unsure whether this was all worth the sacrifices countless people had made to stop a single Dark Lord with a fear of death. From what he read and heard from the people who lived through that war, nothing had really changed after the Dark Lord's death. Supporters waited in the shadows, simply keeping their mouths shut about their opinions on the matter, while some actual followers that had avoided prison still walked free, claiming they had been controlled and forced to do those horrific deeds against their will.

The whispers grew worse his second year of schooling, when they discovered his ability to communicate with reptiles. Why did people consider it Dark? They're just animals; they do everything they do in order to survive, unlike humans that sometimes kill maim and torture for fun and sport. Snakes weren't bad, despite being perverts.

He was shunned, feared and hated, because attacks were happening all over the school and he was a suspect. Rage filled his veins like lava when he saw what people thought of him, rage that he quickly pushed down so that the few friends he had at school wouldn't abandon him too. He had always felt those darker emotions easier than the more positive ones like happiness and love, maybe because people had always shown more of those dark emotions than anything else, and he didn't want to lose his friends because there was darkness in his heart.

When the whispers turned worshipful again instead of being spiteful and suspecting, he hated them a little bit more. They loved and praised him one day, then made him out to be the villain the next! WHY did his parents ever want to save them?!

And the Headmaster...he was the worst of them all. He had done nothing to stop the attacks, even though that memory from the diary had showed that the man had taught the man behind the attacks 50 years ago; how had he not figured it out? He was supposed to be a genius, or at least very intelligent, but...there was some doubt now.

On and on the whispers went, talking about his various misadventures that so nearly took his life, never asking him directly for the truth. He could only soldier onward, trying his best to ignore them. A godfather imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit, those soul-sucking demons that tortured him with his absolute worst memories, his mother's screams and pleading for his life, and then that godforsaken tournament he was forced in. Again the whispers turned nasty and venomous, ignoring the clear signs that said he never wanted any of this.

Fourth year was only the latest time he seriously considered running away and leaving that backwards society to its fate. It was so tempting to wash his hands of them; the only thing that stopped him was the thought of the children. Innocent children that didn't deserve to suffer for their predecessor's mistakes. Children that deserved the chance to grow up better than he had.

Yes, for the children.

Despite the Dark Lord returning to an actual body, the elected leader of their society refused to believe his claims and proceeded to act like an ostrich, hiding his head in the sand in hopes that it was all just a terrible dream. The whispers never turned back to supportive, staying scathing and derogatory, as they proclaimed him a lying and delusional child seeking attention. The rage and hatred he had always felt from a young age stayed coiled in his heart that summer, only increasing with every bit of slander the newspaper published with the backing of the Ministry.

It would be all too easy... all too easy to turn on them and give them a Dark Lord even greater and more terrible than the last. And once more it was only the thought of even more children suffering the way he had that stayed his hand.

The school was no longer a haven and home to the fifteen-year old; he was an outcast still to his peers and even his friends didn't know how to react to the rising Darkness in their friend. A wretched Toad tortured him, forcing him to write lines in his own blood that scarred his hand. They were learning nothing from her, and his fury reached new levels. It would be so easy to throttle her...he could see her already-bulging eyes widen even more as she clawed at the grip on her throat and the life abandon her. No one would miss her, something whispered to him, and he'd be protecting others at the same time, what would be the harm?

Near the end of the year, he received a false vision of the Dark Lord torturing his godfather, the only person in that black hole of a society, and despite knowing it could be a trap, he decided to go anyway. No one trusted him, no one believed him outside of a very small group, and if that vision was actually true and he didn't act on it... he'd lose the only father-figure he had ever had in his life.

That was unacceptable.

So he went, going to the Ministry with a few others that refused to let him go alone, and ended up fighting for his life and those of his friends'. Some of the ever-present hate and rage was released in the form of not-so-Light attacks, attacks that would have horrified his Headmaster and more Light friends. Hmph. It wasn't like Light attacks couldn't do just as much damage as Dark ones.

However, all that hope had been in vain. His godfather was killed anyway, pushed through a Veil that had probably once been used for executions. Maddened by grief and horrified that it was his own fault, he ran after his godfather with a wordless cry.

And the universal, living Force shuddered.

Okay; I hope you guys liked that. Hopefully you guys know where I'm going with this, but if not...well, the second chapter will clue you guys in.

I do love the Harry Potter books, but there is so much that just rubs me the wrong way. I mean, how in Sith hell does Harry not snap from all the Bantha poodoo he's gone through?! And the thing 'the Dark Lord knows not' being love?! OH PLEASE! However, I'm not bashing anyone, not even Albus Dumbledore, who's made quite a few bad decisions.

This chapter was mainly to highlight how similar I think Anakin and Harry are. It'll make more sense later.