AN: This is the anticipated sequel to "Wild Child".

I do not own either HP or Star Wars.

"Suits you, meditation does."

Harry opened his eyes, curling his fingers and toes as he slowly came back to himself. Master Yoda was standing above him, leaning on his gimer stick. "I think I had actually meditated a few times back on my home world. Accidentally, I mean."

"Padawan Potter, in combat training, how fare you?"

"I suppose you would have to ask Master Secura and the others," Harry replied, feeling Yoda's gaze on him. The small, green Jedi was formidable, having taken Harry for training when everyone else on the Council protested. They were in Yoda's mediation rooms, the room meant for the Grand Master of the Order. "She's one of Jedi you asked to teach me to fight with a saber. Or well, a practice saber."

Yoda dipped his head in a nod. "Difficult to fight in a war, it is. Generals, we are not."

"The Jedi are peace keepers. You told me. The Council did all agree on fighting though, right?"

Yoda nodded. "Off to fight the rest of the Jedi are. Many deaths have I felt."

Harry narrowed his eyes then sighed. "That is the price of war. I lost a lot of good people on my planet, my godfather and his partner amongst them."

"Allowed to marry, your people were?"

"Yes. And we were all the better for it," Harry replied, taking a deep breath and mentally suppressing the bond that connected him to Anakin. It was faint now, with Anakin having gone to war. But three months ago, it had been bright with excitement. They had gotten married! Harry hadn't really thought that he might get married to someone he loved during the war against Voldemort. He didn't think that Yoda had felt anything but better safe than sorry. "The man we were fighting against…"

"Voldemort, his name was?" Yoda asked, sitting down opposite him and crossing his legs.

Harry nodded. "He was without love and family. That was the thing that pushed him to become what he was. The lack of it, anyway."

"Attachment, that is. Forbidden, that is."

"Right…" Harry trailed off. He was pretty sure he was radiating skepticism in the Force and willingly broadcasted it even more, raising an eyebrow at the Jedi Master in front of him.

Yoda blinked, looking at him intently. "Feel differently, you do?"

"Without family or love, what's the point? What are we fighting for if not for family? When I was fighting on my planet, I wasn't fighting for the government or the military. I wasn't fighting for freedom. I was fighting to protect the people I love. My allies didn't have a code, to guide themselves. We just did what was right."

"Powerful, Jedi are. To the Dark side, we would fall if we were to love. Need rules, we do."

"I agree with you somewhat," Harry spoke, reaching out with the Force to feel the different eddies and currents of it. Even now he was still getting used to seeing so much more and feeling a lot more, from what other people were feeling to the deaths that even now he was feeling from the war around them. "About rules and that sort of thing. We had rules on what magic we could use and which spells we couldn't use. It's kind of like the dark and the light side of the Force that way."

"Fall in love, you could. Marry, you could. Jedi cannot."

"You think you're all high and mighty though to deny emotions. It's not healthy to refuse to talk about your emotions for fear of being judged. Or for knowing that you might get kicked out for falling to the darkside. When I lost my godfather, I tortured someone," Harry remarked.

Yoda narrowed his eyes. "With your spells, you did it?"

"Yes, but I knew what rage was. I knew what anger was and how to deal with it. Grief too. My friends helped and knowing that there were people who loved me helped pull me back. I wasn't… lost. Having emotions and not denying them was normal. Denying that you have emotions is not normal at all. I don't care if you're blue or green or whatever but you're going to have feelings about things. Deal with them as they come. Don't deny their existence."

"Talked with the other Jedi in the temple, have you?"

"No. They're all uptight about falling to the Dark side. Besides, when I was fighting Voldemort, I learned about him and what he could do. I learned that there were such things as horcruxes. I learned that people do much nastier shit with magic than I realized. Does that make me a Dark Sider?"

"Yellow eyes, you do not have. The Dark side, you do not feel like."

"Well, that's great news. Master Yoda, why did you take me as a Padawan anyways? All of the other members of the Council disagreed with you except Master Secura and Master Mundi."

"Clouded the Force is. Sensed it, have you?"

Harry nodded slowly, reaching out with the Force. He could feel the always present Temple guards, the younglings with little to no control over their senses, the other Padawans in training, the occasional clone trooper that came racing into meet with a Jedi Knight. Regardless of what he sensed, ever since he and Anakin had bonded, he could sense a slight wave of darkness surrounding his senses. "I've sensed… something. It's the dark side, isn't it? There's something that itches in my senses whenever I reach out with the Force. It's probably my past experience though."

"Hmm. Powerful, you are. Learned of Jedi Sentinels, have you?"

"No. Why?" Harry asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Familiar with the Dark side, some of them were. Destroy the practitioners of the Dark side they were sent to do. Come into contact with the Dark Side of the Force you have."

"Like an auror then," Harry spoke.

"Occupation on your planet, that is?"

"Something like that. I was going to become one when I was 11," Harry explained, running a hand through his hair. He had tied it back an hour ago, in order to not having it falling into his face when he was sparring with Master Secura. The traditional Jedi Padawan braid was hanging down on the right side of his head. It had actually felt like he had taken a demotion but he had gotten the sense that Yoda was only calling him a Padawan to humor the Jedi on the council. "They're kind of like police officers on my planet but for wizards and witches."

"A Jedi Sentinel Master Shan was," Yoda said.

"...Bastila Shan? She who fell in love with Revan?"

Yoda nodded.

"You want me to find whatever or whoever is clouding the Force."

"A Sith Lord or apprentice, we suspect. Slew one Master Kenobi did, on Naboo," Yoda remarked, standing up. "Experience you have. Fear of it, you do not have. Sentinel you will be."

Harry nodded idly, hearing his stomach growl. It was just an hour or two before dinner but given that he had just come from sparring, he reached out through the Force and suppressed his hunger just for another few minutes. Even that came naturally to him and the first time he had used the Force in that way, it had felt… well it hadn't seemed unusual, giving him the thought that he must have used it in some way back when he was a child living with the Dursley's. "What would that encompass?"

"Go to Ilum, tomorrow we will. Find you a crystal."

Harry raised an eyebrow, slowly starting to grin. "A lightsaber of my own?"

Yoda stared at him. "Force sensitive you are. Train you we would not if you were not. Protect yourself you will need to."