So this is a story that has been on my mind for some time. It takes inspiration from Havoc side of the Force, I still haven't Found what I'm looking for, and Sword and Magic. But here the pace will be somewhat slower, Harry will be slightly overpowered(but think Starkiller but less than the Emperor). There will be Harry/Multi but much, much later. The characters will have time to progress and Harry will have some cannon features as well because a wise cracking, overconfident Harry that's a sex god is much less believable and could be anyone not just Harry Potter.

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Ahsoka had not expected to be here. Of all the places to go in the galaxy after being forced out of a job by the Republic and the Jedi High Council, a bar was the last she would have ever thought of. And yet here she was, drowning the last bits of her measly credits. The Jedi did not believe in possessions but letting her leave with that paltry sum was downright diabolical. Sure they had offered to take her to Telos IV but the day Ahsoka joined the Agricorps was the day Anakin Skywalker learned some humility.

After eighteen standard years with the Jedi, Ahsoka did not know what to do with herself. She needed a job but no one was hiring an ex-Jedi anytime soon. Well, that wasn't technically true, the CIS would gladly pay for the info she could give regarding the Republic's war information but she wasn't a traitor. Yet being taken so young from her family, she didn't really have a home planet to go to either. And marketable skills were few and far in between, not unless she violated some ethical boundaries she herself put when she figured out about the Force. And that would only lead her down a dark path. So it was with her thoughts on this that Ahsoka found herself drowning in whatever was available on tap from the Three Broomsticks, a rather clean establishment that didn't charge Galactic rates for common drinks and didn't seem as seedy as some of the places her master(ex-master Ahsoka reminded herself) told about on Tattooine. Fifteen or so drinks in she was pretty much out of it and it was in this state of stupor she found a blaster pointed at the small of her back.

"Don't move Jedi. The Count has paid us a lot of credits to get you to him and we would much prefer it be alive. Move slowly and put your hands on the table in front of you"

Blast. Bounty hunters. Wretched scum that worked for the highest bidder. The blaster was too close for her to move to her lightsaber. Sithspit, she didn't have one! After the trial, the council had promptly taken her lightsabers and cut off her padawan braid. An even more humiliating end to an already troublesome day. Plus with all the alcohol she had consumed, she couldn't even use the Force to save herself without hitting any of the other patrons. It seemed the future was going to be spent spilling whatever secrets she had to the Seperatists or dying here. A noble sacrifice for the cause but…

"Are we going to have a problem here gents?" the bartender asked, somewhat curiously. The man was about thirty years old, black hair and with a strange scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. He wore glasses. Odd since since everyone in the Republic could afford optic enhancers now and there was no need for those primitive tools. He also wore strange clothing with a long dark cloak not out of fashion in Serrano and a tall hat with what seemed to be a mouth and a pointy end. His pants were almost Mandalorian but black with scales as if from a Krayt dragon or something.

"Don't get involved," Ahsoka said, worrying that the man would get himself killed. "This ain't none of your business barkeep so why don't you keep moving along and leave this business to us ok?" the guy, probably Trandoshan, replied.

"Now this seems to be a problem gents. You see, I don't allow violence in the Three Broomsticks, no sirree. And three of you against a lady, no sir that is even more dishonourable and with a blaster to the back to boot! Why don't you walk away and never darken my door again?" said the barkeep. Ahsoka thought the man was probably insane. Confident but insane nevertheless There were two Trandoshans and an assassin droid there was no way they were getting out of this alive. "Blast him!", the leader spoke.

Now that led to a series of most interesting events. The man in black promptly smiled showing off a pair of canines that would not be out of place with some of the wolf like species in the galaxy and danced. Yes, danced was the word as he simply strode out of the way of incoming blaster fire. He sidestepped with the grace of a Twilek, coming close to the Trandoshan and promptly grabbing his blaster and twisting it so the next fire went directly into his own chest. The speed was something Ahsoka had only seen in Master Windu when he was properly riled up. Not to mention the power it took to actually bend metal like that. The temporary stupor that came over the party was enough, however. She used the force to get a table to hit the other two and the man in black promptly sent a glass through the head of the assassin droid, frying it's non protected circuitry with water. More of the cheap droid variety, Ahsoka wondered idly as she banged the head of the third member through a window, enough to put him out.

"I'm quite sorry you had to witness that miss. I don't know my own strength myself, must have been a result of my rather hard childhood of labor with my relatives. Are you ok though?" the barkeep asked her, totally unfazed by everything.

"Where did you learn to move so fast," Ahsoka replied, "I've only seen Master Windu do that and even he can't dodge so many targets. You're a master aren't you? Did you leave the Order? Were you sent by them to keep an eye on me? I can take care of myself!" The last one was said with some indigent frustration, trust the Order to still be keeping tabs on her.

"No I'm pretty sure you can. And no I'm not a master and I didn't leave your Order. I'm just an ordinary guy trying to make an honest living who sometimes comes to the aide of pretty Togrutans", the last one was said with a flirtatious wink. "I just wanted to make the fight fair. That was interesting though. Can't remember the last time someone came at my life. Almost makes me nostalgic for the Death Eat…..", he stopped seeming to have said something he really didn't want to share. Smiling brightly, he put the dead body and the two others next to each other and called his assistant.

"Irene can you take care of these and alert the proper authorities." "Not again boss this is the third time this month, those damn Coruscant security guys are gonna take you again and I'll have to take charge of the entire cantina." "Oh come on doll you know you love me. And they were going to hurt the young Jedi", he said turning away from Irene and looking at Ahsoka directly.

Ahsoka was surprised. She had tried to blend in since she got out with her mercenary uniform, perfect for covert ops or so her troopers often said. But it seemed the stranger had a precognition similar to when the younglings tried to fool Master Yoda with their pranks. Every little remembrance of the order hurt though so she tried to suppress those thoughts. There was a lot of ruckus through the cantina though. Broken tables and glass from their fight. Though most of the patrons looked away the authorities were going to be most curious. "Irene" turned out to be a green Twilek with remarkably more clothes than a slave girl or dancer of Ahsoka's acquaintance. Or even Jedi Master, but she would never let Master Ayala find out about that. She wore black jeans and a top that properly covered her midriff and an elastic band around her Lekku. The last one seemed somewhat painful. The barkeep himself had begun using a mop. The dead Trandoshan with a blaster to his stomach seemed to be of no ones interest.

"Does this sort of thing happen often around here?" Ahsoka asked, worrying that she had put everyone under the radar so to speak. "A little but it's ok. They threatened you and shot out first at me. We have footage so it's a clear cut case of self defence. Plus the law is much more flexible when it comes to bounty hunters. Now if this had been a politician or a noble, you and I would be in a lot more Bantha shit right about now. As such a minor bounty hunter trying to kill a former Jedi? Won't even be on the evening news," the man replied nonchalantly, not really worried about it.

Ahsoka took in the cantina more properly now. There was some strange music but not really typical of a sleazy place, more like a meditation pod or a sauna. The patrons were the usual but the waiters seemed to be Twilek, Togrutan, human, Utapaun, Gran pretty much any and every species. Not many Coruscant places displayed that level of enlightenment, even in this day and age. To actually have species from the Confederacy was astounding in the heart of the Republic. The man in black, as Ahsoka named him in his head, had cleaned up with the mop now and had gone back to mixing drinks.

She approached him, "Look I don't have a lot of credits right now but if you get me in touch with the Jedi I'm sure we can sort this out and compensate you for everything." Or at least she hoped they would. The Council wasn't really helpful of people that had left the order after all.

"It really isn't a problem miss. I'm a man of some means and I don't really like people that threaten others behind their back. It is not very honourable after all and besides honour what else do we have in this poor galaxy. The Coruscant police will be here any moment after all and we'll be done with these two and the dead body," he nodded to the droid and the other two, "besides we handle stuff like this often. Everybody has to try a hand at strong arming a barkeep for free drinks every once in a while. Gives me on my toes and what not."

"Not related but you mentioned you might be out of credits. I'm almost done for tonight and I was wondering if you might be interested in a certain proposition that would be worth your while". Ahsoka started seeing blood. So this was his game. Not the first time a male wanted that thing but Ahsoka was ready to hit his head with her raw fists, patience be damned.

"Woah woah hold on there. I should have worded that properly. I did not mean THAT. Not that guy. I mean you are beautiful and all", he seemed to get visibly flustered like a schoolboy. Ahsoka could not help but snigger at the oddity of it all.

"Look I'm in the business of running a couple of cantinas here and off-world. It may not look it but the Three Broomsticks is a brand not just a local thing. I need an assistant, someone to help me with cargo, help take care of the establishment, go looking for rare ingredients to mix with drinks that sort of thing." He brushed his hair back with his hand and continued. "Long story short you look like someone that's been handed a tough card in life and I can help. It's not charity, it's not a handout but I saw what those bozos did to you on the HoloNet. It's not fair at all. People like you that make the world or galaxy for that matter a better place deserve better. And I want to do my part to help".

"Look I appreciate the offer I really do but you heard what that Trandoshan said. The Count he meant was THE COUNT as in Count Dooku leader of the Seperatist movement. This was only the first barrage they'll send more. I really couldn't endanger you all," Ahsoka replied worried over putting someone else in the crosshairs again. Also she couldn't just trust someone she just met no matter how nice and helpful he'd been. Her friend had taught her that. "I know it's tough but the galaxy out there is tougher. You are right about the threat of course. There were three there tomorrow there will be more. Your friends have betrayed you as has the government. I know what that is like," a dazed look came over his face as if remembering something, "but here in the Three Broomsticks we're like family. We protect one another. We will protect you. But ultimately the decision is up to you," he replied.

"Listen to him, sugar," an elderly Togrutan woman said, "This guy has been fighting the good fight since time immemorial. Why I was a dainty little thing when he pulled me from Gardulla the Hutt's entourage and got me a job."

"Here here, and that time in Tattooine"

"And Ryloth remember that? Prostitution and dancing that was my life."

"Don't forget us Felucians . Damn plants eating us all the time"

"Wesa Gungans was also to be eaten before he showed up"

One by one all the staff seemed to tell about how the man had saved them from certain peril or torture and put them in good working jobs. The bar was closing now so most of the staff had gathered and the patrons were gone. Someone even brought over hot cocoa and when Ahsoka tried to pay for it the person handed it back. A blanket somehow ended up on her and a fireplace started. Wait, a fireplace? That wasn't something she heard about except during the Ancient History study sessions with Master Nu. The barkeep himself was very uncomfortable with all the attention, it was clear he didn't have a history of enjoying being praised.

He only muttered, "All embellished stories, I assure you. So what do you say young one? Want to join my band of merry men?" He had a certain glint in his eye, if Ahsoka had to name it she would almost call it a twinkle. And the eyes. Green like Master Yoda's lightsaber and probably as piercing. It was already getting pretty late and 12 am galactic standard time was not a good time to make decisions as far as Ahsoka was concerned.

She replied, "Give me a day to think about it please."

The barkeep replied, "Of course. You take as much time as you want. Here is the key to the upstairs room Irene will get you to it. I'll wake you up if anyone from the Council shows up. No it is free of cost, you are our guest for tonight. The name is Harry by the way, Harry Potter"

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So please read and review. No flames though please. Next chapter will be Harry's view though short and meeting the police and the Jedi Council(and one not a master but still on the Council).