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Harry Potter: Lord of the Sith

Chapter 5: The Sorting

September 1st, 1991, 5:55 pm

The rest of the train ride was silent between the four. Jaesa moved to the seat across from Harry next to Hermione, Draco moving next to Harry. Jaesa stared at the floor, frequently muttering under her breath. Hermione recognized the Jedi Code. However, Jaesa just seemed to get frustrated and stopped repeating it. Hermione noticed that Jaesa pointedly refused to look at Harry.

Harry spent most of his time gazing out the window, seeming deep in thought. Occasionally he would look at Jaesa, his expression thoughtful. Sometimes he would open his mouth to say something, but he would close it and go back to looking out the window.

Draco and Hermione didn't know what to make of this. They knew that something happened while Harry was meditating, and that Jaesa was somehow pulled in. They figured it wasn't a good idea to bring it up with Jaesa around given how nervous and (dare they say it) ashamed she seemed, so they decided to ask Harry when they were alone.

Harry was considering how to proceed from this with Jaesa. He could understand how this would affect her, with her being a Jedi and all. He could feel her emotions raging in her. They were unfocused, muddled by her attempts to suppress them, but they were strong. If she would only embrace them, she could almost match him in terms of power.

Harry decided he would have to talk to Saeva, and perhaps Veritas, about his vision and what to do from here.

When the train reached the Hogsmeade Station, Jaesa swiftly left the compartment. The other three followed at an easier pace. All the First Years were led by the Gamekeeper, Hagrid, to the edge of the Black Lake, where boats awaited them ("No more'n four to a boat," Hagrid told them). Jaesa sat with Dean and Justin, along with a sandy-haired boy named Seamus who Dean had made friends with. Harry, Draco and Hermione shared a boat with a shy round-faced boy named Neville.

"What happened?" Hermione asked after the boats took off.

"A vision," Harry stated, still somewhat distracted. "Sometimes, the Force provides visions."

"Visions of what?" Draco asked.

"Anything the Force decides to show," Harry explained. "Things that were, things that are, or things that have not yet come to pass."

"So, what did you see?" Hermione asked.

"Myself, rising to become the Emperor of the Sith; eliminating the Jedi; and ending the Republic."

"So, she didn't like that?" she asked.

"Probably," Harry admitted. "But I don't think that's what's bothering her. In the vision, she was by my side the whole time, a Sith. Falling to the Dark Side is the nightmare of any Jedi, and seeing it for herself… Well, I can only imagine what she's feeling. Actually, scratch that. I can feel what she's feeling. She's just not sure what to do."

The rest of the boat trip was silent. Neville didn't know what they were talking about, so he kept silent.

The sight of the castle was awe-inspiring for the students (save Harry and Jaesa), with its turrets and flags. Harry felt at one point the castle was meant for war, but had been renovated as a school.

The boats passed under a curtain of ivy and into a torch lit tunnel in the cliff the castle sat on. When they reached the harbor, they climbed out.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" asked Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.

"Trevor!" Neville cried blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.

After making sure everyone was there (and making sure Neville still had his toad), Hagrid knocked on the door. The doors opened and revealed Professor McGonagall, wearing emerald robes.

"The Firs' Years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said proudly.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She opened the doors wide and led the students through a large entrance hall. They passed a large door with hundreds of voices carrying through it (the rest of the students, no doubt) and into a small, empty chamber.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Harry noticed Draco straighten at the mention of Slytherin. "Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron Weasley's smudged nose.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

With that, she left the chamber.

"Harry, mate," Ron Weasley said, walking up to Harry. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."

"You obviously know who I am," Harry said warily, remembering what he had learned at Gringotts.

"You should be careful who you hang out with," Ron said, shooting a look at Draco. "You might get cursed, like back on the train. If I hadn't shown up-"

"Nothing would have happened," Harry said coldly. "I wasn't cursed, I was meditating."

"Meditating?" Ron asked, confused. "What's that?"

Harry groaned. Before he could respond, several people behind him screamed.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked behind him as people gasped. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the First Years. They seemed to be arguing.

"Forgive and forget, I say," a fat monk ghost was saying. "We ought to give him a second chance-"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?" a ruff and tights wearing ghost asked. "He gives us all a bad name! And you know, he's not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?"

He had noticed the students. None of the students responded.

"New students!" the Fat Friar said, smiling at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded, and Harry smirked. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know."

"Move along now," came Professor McGonagall's voice as she reentered the chamber. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

As the ghosts floated away, she had the students form a line and led them into the Great Hall.

Thousands of candles floated in midair over four long tables, where all the other students were seated. The tables were laden with empty golden plates and goblets. At the far end of the hall was another long table, with the teachers seated facing the students. Harry noticed Saeva sitting next to a dark skinned witch.

Harry suddenly felt unease. The Force was warning him about something, something to do with the teachers, but he couldn't tell what. He considered what to do for a moment, before an idea came to him. He sent the warnings he had been receiving from the Force to Jaesa, hoping she would use her power to find out what was wrong.

For a few moments, he wondered if she got the warnings, when he heard her gasp. Glancing back, he saw her staring at the Head Table in shock. She then looked at him, but then quickly looked away. Harry decided he would ask her later.

Professor McGonagall brought out a four legged-stool and placed it in front of the First Years, upon which she put an old and dirty pointed hat.

Harry wondered what was so important about the hat (everyone in the Hall was staring at it expectantly), when a rip near the brim opened and the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry,

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The Hall burst into applause as Harry stared at the hat with a deadpan expression. 'Really,' he thought sarcastically. He wasn't the only one not impressed.

"So we've just got to try on a stupid hat," Weasley whispered angrily. "I'll kill Fred! He was going on about wrestling a troll!"

"Idiot," Harry muttered. First Years fighting a troll and surviving. Yeah, right. He could probably do it, but still.

Professor McGonagall began calling the names of the First Years to try on the hat and be Sorted.

The first few were sorted into Hufflepuff, then one to Ravenclaw, then a few to Slytherin. As each was sorted, their respective house gave applause. A girl Harry had met in Diagon Ally (Davis, Tracy) was sorted into Slytherin.

Justin was called up and soon sorted into Hufflepuff. The sandy-haired boy Dean had befriended (Finnigan, Seamus) was sorted into Gryffindor. Then…

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione took a deep breath to steady herself, then walked up to the hat. The hat sat on her head for a minute or two, seeming to have a hard time, then shouted-

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherins seemed unhappy with this development, and seemed to move away from Hermione when she sat down. Only Tracey Davis didn't seem to care.

The next person up was another girl Harry had met, Daphne Greengrass. She, too, was sorted into Slytherin. She also didn't seem to care about Hermione.

Harry zoned out for most of the sorting until Draco was called up. He walked confidently up to the stool and sat down. The hat was barely on his head for a second when it called, "SLYTHERIN!" He walked over to the Slytherin table and sat across from Hermione, ignoring the stares/glares from the other Slytherins.

A few more students (three Ravenclaws, two Slytherins, and a Gryffindor), Harry was called up. Harry ignored the whispers and pointing as he walked up to the stool.

Professor McGonagall had just begun to lower the hat towards Harry's head when the hat all but screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"

Gasps filled the hall, and Harry swore he saw a few people faint. The only people who clapped were his friends, even those in the other houses. Smirking, he got up and walked over to the silent Slytherin table, taking a seat next to Hermione.

"What's their problem?" he asked Draco when he sat down.

"They all expected you to get sorted into Gryffindor," Draco explained. "Everyone was expecting you to be the new 'Golden Boy'."

"Idiots," Harry said, rolling his eyes. Professor McGonagall shook herself back to reality and resumed the Sorting. Harry didn't really pay attention to the Sorting (except for Dean, who was sorted into Gryffindor) until Jaesa's name was finally called.

(3rd person POV change, Jaesa)

After seeing the vision, Jaesa couldn't stop the influx of emotions no matter how hard she tried.

She was angry at her future self for falling to the Dark Side, angry at herself for becoming that person, and angry at Harry, because she knew he was the one who corrupted her. Then she felt guilty, and even angrier at herself for being angry at him, because ultimately her fall had to be her choice. Then there was the growing sense of anticipation. She had seen the joy in her future self's face, and a rather large part of her wanted that joy.

Then she felt angry at herself (again), for two reasons: one, she was angry for feeling that; and two, a small but growing part of herself was angry that she wasn't able to feel that as a Jedi.

She had tried reciting the Jedi Code to herself, seeking the comfort she used to feel when she was taught it. But it didn't work, and in the background of her mind, she could hear Harry reciting the Sith Code.

'Peace is a lie, there is only Passion.'

'Shut up!' she thought to herself.

When the train had reached its end, she had rushed away, hoping that being away from Harry would help. It didn't. If anything, her inner conflict got worse. She was able to (slightly) distract herself by talking with Dean, Justin, and Dean's friend Seamus while in the boat.

When the boats landed, she was forced back into her thoughts and conflicts. She didn't pay attention to anything during the walk up to the castle, and didn't really notice when the ghosts arrived while all the First Years were waiting. It wasn't until she was walking down the Great Hall with her classmates that she was pulled fully from her thoughts.

A slight feeling of dread had filled her when she entered the Hall, but she had pushed it back, too focused on her thoughts to pay attention. Then the feeling multiplied tenfold, shaking her. Frowning, she focused on it, and followed it towards the staff table.

Concerned, she tried to use the Force to try and find out what was wrong, but couldn't get anything. Finally, she used her power, and couldn't contain her gasp.

Four people caught her attention. The first, and least concerning, was Darth Saeva sitting next to Professor Sinistra (she couldn't believe she was considering a Sith something not to be concerned with). Jaesa didn't linger long on her.

Then there was the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape. He was immensely biased towards his own house, and hated Gryffindor with a juvenile passion. He was also a former Death Eater, and the reason Harry's parents were dead. He was loyal to himself first, and would go to whoever seemed to be winning.

The next person that concerned her was the Headmaster himself. He was a master manipulator, with plans upon plans, all based on his version of the Greater Good. His most recent plans caught her attention. Inside the castle, he had hidden the Philosopher's Stone, an incredibly magical object that had been created by his old friend Nicholas Flamel (Flamel actually had no idea it was there). The Stone was a lure for Voldemort, who Dumbledore knew to be still alive. He intended to have Harry save the Stone from Voldemort, then pretend it was destroyed and keep it for himself. His latest modification to the plan was to implicate Saeva in the attempted theft, and have Harry placed in his care, where he would modify Harry's mind and memories to his liking.

Jaesa felt a flare of anger at the old teacher. Despite her feelings concerning the vision, he was still her friend, and she was protective of him.

The last person was by far the most terrifying. Professor Quirrell, the Defense teacher, was possessed by Voldemort himself. She could feel his anger, and his hate for Dumbledore and, most of all, Harry. He was after the Stone in order to use it to create his own body and finally get his revenge.

Jaesa glanced at Harry in worry, and saw him staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She quickly looked away, still unable to meet his eyes.

She didn't really pay any attention to the Sorting Hat or the Sorting itself, so lost in thought she was. Until, finally…

"Willsaam, Jaesa!"

Surprised, she glanced around in confusion. She noticed that most of her fellow First Years had already been Sorted, and Harry, Hermione and Draco were all sitting at the Slytherin table.

She walked up to the stool, and her vision was then covered by the Hat.

'Hm, interesting,' a voice said in her head.

'Who's there?' she asked mentally.

'I'm the Sorting Hat, of course,' the voice said, almost mockingly. 'Fear not, child. I am forbidden to reveal anything I see in your mind to anyone else. Now let's see. A very complicated mind you have here, my dear. And conflicted, too. Oh, yes, so much inner conflict. And all centered on the Potter boy. He was easy to place. His entire demeanor practically screamed Slytherin.

'But that's beside the point. Let's see, plenty of courage, I see, but not blindly so. While I'm sure most of your fellow Jedi would fit in perfectly with them, I'm not sure that's the house for you.

'Incredibly loyal, I see, and hard-working, too. But your wish to learn all you can nearly overshadows this. Oh, yes, even among the Jedi you are considered incredibly knowledgeable. But why do you seek knowledge? Is it for the sake of knowledge itself, or is there another, hidden motivation? A desire to perfect yourself, to prove yourself. But to who? Yourself, your Jedi masters, or someone else?...

'Ah yes, Potter. Despite your confusion, and your Jedi upbringing, you look up to him. You want to be his equal, his… oh my. Oh yes, I do believe I have found your house. There is no other place for you, other than-'

"SLYTHERIN!"

Jaesa took off the Hat and walked over to her new house. She decided to sit next to Draco, despite the close vicinity of Harry.

"Nice of you to join us," Harry commented. "To be honest, I would have thought you would be in Ravenclaw."

Jaesa didn't respond.

"You know, we need to get through this," Harry said, getting slightly annoyed. "Yes, the vision showed you as a Sith. Yes, I destroyed the Jedi and the Republic. Now, what are you going to do about it? Kill me?"

"No!" she cried, appalled by the thought.

"Then what?" he asked.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Then until you do, get over it, and move on," Harry said.

Before she could respond at all, the Sorting ended, and Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat down, and the students clapped and cheered.

Food then appeared on the platters in front of them. Harry raised his eyebrows at both the amount of food and the types of food. He understood this was a feast, but he couldn't help but think they were trying to fatten them.

'Maybe each year they eat the fattest ones,' he jokingly mused as he filled his plate.

"Now," he said to Jaesa. "In the name of moving on, feel like sharing what happened before the Sorting?"

Sighing, Jaesa filled her plate and explained what she had seen through her power.

"I can't believe it!" Hermione said angrily. "Dumbledore and Snape are teachers! How can they do this?!" Her friends noted she left out their titles when she said the teachers' names.

"Snape is petty, and Dumbledore has a god complex," Harry said casually. "Since his defeat of Grindelwald, Dumbledore's been revered as the next coming of Merlin so much he's probably come to believe it, if he didn't already believe it."

In all honesty, Harry couldn't care less about Snape. What bothered him were Dumbledore and Voldemort. He was sure that Dumbledore's plan was doomed to fail. Valarius wouldn't tolerate any attempt of his to take custody of Harry.

As they ate and talked (Jaesa seemed to be moving past her problems for the moment) Harry received a message through the Force from Saeva.

'I will be visiting you tonight to receive your interpretation of the Code. Be ready.'

Harry mused on this as the food vanished and was replaced with dessert. He knew he would be ready for her when she came, so he wasn't worried.

"Draco," Hermione said after a moment, looking uncomfortable. "Why are our housemates glaring at us?"

Glancing around, Draco rolled his eyes.

"You and Jaesa are muggleborns," he explained. "And Harry is, well, Harry Potter." He leaned in and whispered. "Most of their parents were Death Eaters who got off, and most all Death Eaters are blood purists. I was too, until, well…" He trailed off.

Soon, the dessert vanished from the tables and Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.

"Just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First Years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor table. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

"That's where he's hiding the Stone," Jaesa whispered to the others.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore cried. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

When the hall burst into uneven and chaotic song, Harry understood the other teachers' feelings on the subject. It was torture. Apparently the rest of his house agreed, if their covering their ears and groaning was anything to go by.

The song ended slowly, with a pair of redheaded twins at the Gryffindor table finishing it off with a slow funeral march (Harry actually liked that particular tune).

"Ah, music," Dumbledore said, wiping a tear from his eye. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

'What are we, horses?' Harry thought.

As the other houses stood and began to leave, the Slytherin table waited patiently for the rest to leave. When the hall was clear, the house stood up and walked down to the dungeons.

Down in the dungeons, they came upon Professor Snape standing by a blank stretch of wall.

He appraised them all silently before speaking.

"For the First Years, this is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room," he told them. "The password is, presently, 'Viper'."

At the password, a door etched itself into the wall and opened up.

"The password changes every two weeks," he informed them as the older years filed into the Common Room. "The new passwords will be posted on the notice board upon its change. Now go inside, but do not sit or leave for your rooms. I have a few more things to tell you all."

The First Year Slytherins filed into the room and stood in a small group as the Professor followed them. When everyone was in and the door closed, Professor Snape took a moment to gaze piercingly at the students.

"As you all know, Slytherin is despised by the rest of the school," he told them. "As such, it is necessary that we portray a united front to the school. Any disputes are to be handled within the Common Room, and anything that makes the dispute obvious to the rest of the school will be met with punishment. Any points lost will earn you a detention with me. Any detentions given by another teacher will be doubled by me. You will finish all your assignments for all of your classes. I also expect you to perform adequately in my class, and any failures in my class will be met with punishment. I will not have you defiling the proud name of Slytherin with foolish behavior." He glared at them all. Harry noted with amusement that Snape's glare seemed to linger on him.

"Now, you will each have a roommate, and you may place whatever defenses you can on your rooms until the end of the year. The names are on the doors. Potter, as per the conditions of your attendance, you will have your own room," Snape said to him, his glare deepening. "As such, Mr. Malfoy will also have his own room. Your belongings have already been brought to your rooms. Now go."

His speech finished, he turned (his black cloak billowing dramatically behind him) and swept out of the room.

'Show off,' Harry thought to himself as they all went to their rooms. 'Though I would like to learn how he does that. It has a potential intimidation factor.'

Crabbe and Goyle shared a room, as did Nott and Zabini. As Snape had said, both he and Draco had their own rooms. Walking into his room, he noticed that, indeed, all his belongings were there, next to a lone bed next to a window.

Harry pulled out a jagged black knife, with strange markings etched into the blade. The knife had been a gift by one of the Academy teachers who specialized in Sith Sorcery. The blade could be used as a conduit for his Force spells, which he had shown great proficiency in.

He set about carving symbols into the frame of the door, focusing the Force into each stroke of the knife. The symbols, once all were carved, would create a subtle, yet powerful protection. Any with malevolent intent would be unable to locate the door at all, and if they were able to find it, they would experience excruciating pain when they attempted to enter.

When all the runes were carved, he pressed his hand against one of the symbols and focused. The symbols all glowed with dark power, and then vanished. Satisfied, Harry walked over to his trunk, tapped the lock three times, and then opened it.

The trunk opened up and a ladder extended. Harry climbed down the ladder into the secret room. The room had various robes, armor and weapons covering the walls. Hanging on the walls were torches, lit with Force-enhanced flames, which glowed dark red. Silently, he dressed himself in Sith Robes, exchanging his school uniform for a black tunic, pants, and black leather gloves and boots (think Darth Maul's outfit from Phantom Menace, because it's awesome). He also grabbed a personal CFG (cloaking field generator).

Clipping his lightsaber to his belt and sheathing his knife, he climbed out of the compartment back into his room. Pulling the hood over his head, he activated the CFG.

Moving like a wraith, Harry left his room and made his way to the hallway with the girls' rooms. Frowning, Harry sensed a disturbance. Standing outside Jaesa and Hermione's room were several older students, most of them boys. They were preparing to enter the room to teach the 'mudblood whores' a lesson.

Reaching out with the Force, Harry seized their minds and sent them back to their rooms, making them completely forget what they were doing.

'Weak minded fools,' he thought.

The danger dealt with, Harry set to work carving the symbols of the Sith protection spell on the doorframe. After activating the spell, Harry made his way back to his room. He figured Draco had enough standing among their housemates to avoid any attacks.

Normally, Harry wouldn't have considered doing what he had just done. At the Academy, acolytes were expected to take care of themselves. While outright murder was explicitly forbidden, except in trials, nonlethal, yet often crippling, attacks were quite common. If an acolyte wasn't able to properly protect themselves, they weren't worth the effort of protecting. However, since the vision Harry had felt a strange sense of protectiveness for his friends, particularly Jaesa.

Harry wasn't all that surprised to find Saeva waiting for him when he returned. Her illusion was dropped, revealing her sharp red features and crimson eyes.

"Xaari," she greeted. "I hope you are ready." (*Apprentice*)

"Of course, Master," Harry responded. "The Code can be applied internally or externally. Peace is a lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, my chains are Broken. The Force shall set me Free. Internally, the Code means mastering oneself. As Sith, we embrace our emotions and passions, but too often Sith become slaves to their emotions. When one masters their emotions, they embrace them, but are not slaves to them, and become more powerful than any other Sith or Jedi. Externally, it means mastering your enemies and allies alike. When you recognize and manipulate the passions of your allies and enemies, you control the outcome of debates, arguments, and wars. To me, both of these interpretations are accurate."

Saeva gazed at Harry for a long moment. Then she shook her head.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," she mused, before turning to leave. "I will inform you of your training schedule when it is ready. Until then, continue your private practice." Before she walked out the door, she examined the doorframe. "Not bad," she commented. With that, she left.

Harry had decided he would speak with Veritas about the vision before Saeva, letting his master focus on creating his training regime.

Harry sat cross-legged on his bed, slipping into meditation. He had learned long ago to substitute sleep for meditation, using the Force to revitalize his mind and body. It allowed him to rest up, while still being aware of his surroundings. In an Academy where there were many people who wanted to kill him for one reason or another, this was an invaluable skill.

As he meditated, he thought of the many things he looked forward to for the year. He also thought about something that had been niggling in the back of his mind. Was there a difference between the Force and Magic? Jaesa had said that Nomen Karr couldn't get on Platform 9¾, so there just might be. He thought about potential experiments he could rung to verify this and, if there was a difference, ways to fuse them together to make them stronger. He was certain it would take longer that one year, but if he had learned anything at the Academy, it was patience. The impatient rushed it and got killed, while the patient walked over their corpses and reaped the rewards.

This year was just the beginning.

AN:

Author: So, what did you guys think? I had originally considered putting Jaesa in Ravenclaw, but decided it would be better to keep her close to Harry.

Deadpool: Mr. Whiskers wants to know when the next sex scene is. He's a horny little bugger.

Author: Well, if all goes to plan, there should be one in the next chapter. A little fun corrupting a certain metamorph.

Deadpool: Sweeet! Shapeshifters are so hot!

Author: See you guys next time! Please, leave a review! But don't flame or, well, you know the drill.