Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or Star Wars or Marvel or Danny Phantom

So, Pyktis translates to Anger in the ancient sith dialect, incase you wee wondering where i got the name

For the sake of my sanity, Harry was born in 1990, he is 5 years old. Danny was born in 1989, he is 6 years old. The lab accident happened when Danny was 14. He is still in the United States though. Jean was born in 1991, she is 4 years old. Scott was born in 1988, he is 6 years old. Rogue is born in 2000, and was 16 when the first X-Men movie was around. Darth Millennial just left Darth Cognus, who is seeking a new apprentice.

Hope that helps set a timetable of when this is in each timeline

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There will be slavery, character death, heavy wizarding world bashing, possible underage sex, Brutal weasley bashing (mainly Molly, Ron, Percy, and Ginny), Brutal Dumbledore Bashing, Polygamy, Rape, Sexual Situations, violence, Possible Incest, and whatever else my mind can come up with! I will warn you when lemon is about to occur though, and when it ends incase you prefer to skip it.

I just wanted to warn you incase anyone has a problem with any of the above listed things, despite them being out of your control as well as NOT EVEN REAL! Get real, all of you idiots who flame stories because you don't like a specific genre in fanfiction or specific mature theme such as incest, torture, etc. Anyway . . . . .

NOW THAT THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF . . . .

ON TO THE STORY!

Chapter 1

Darth Cognus looked around, observing her surroundings. Her apprentice, that foolish boy Millennial had flee from her, intending to start his own little 'cult' of sith, she was sure. He had always argued with her over the need for the rule of two. She sighed, and spun on her heel, entering her ship before flying off, occasionally glancing at the tracer she had placed within his lightsaber whilst he had slept the first night of his apprenticeship. She put in the coordinates for her safehouse on Ziost, the ship's autopilot taking over. She got up, entering the training room of her ship, as she selected a training simulation. 30 Autoturrets sprang up from the floor, as laser guided miniature missile launchers popped up every few feet along the walls, 15 in total. She activated her lightsabers, the twin crimson plasma blades lashing through the air, deflecting turret bolts and slicing up missiles. She threw one, severing the top of a turrent, and dodged as a missile screamed by the space her head had previously occupied. She shot force lightning at the missiles in front of her, creating a explosion that took out 3 more turrets, as she grabbed her lightsaber from the air, before throwing both at the missile launchers, destroying two and damaging a third. She ripped the damaged launcher off it's base, narrowly avoiding another projectile as she let the hunk of machinery drop.

She hissed in pain as a bolt grazed her cheek, a light burn already appearing. She growled, throwing her right lightsaber, before swinging her left in a wide arc, catching another two missiles, and their subsequent launchers in the slash. She smirked, muttering to herself. "9 down, 36 to go." She twirled out of the way of a cluster of bolts, guiding the missiles around the room before darting in front of a turret, dashing away at the last moment, feeling the blast of air as the missiles hit the turret. she grabbed her lightsabers, stabbing one to the right, frying a turret's circuitry, before force pushing a few missiles back to their owners. She threw her left lightsaber, finishing off the 2 launchers to the left, and did the same to the 3 on the right with her right lightsaber. She smirked, having whittled it down to 25 turrets and 5 launchers already. She dodged again, preparing her lightsabers again, a maniacal glint in her eye.

~~~MEANWHILE, THE UNKNOWN REGIONS, IN AN UNDISCOVERED SOLAR SYSTEM, EARTH~~~

(Be reminded, the way I am writing this next part, I am thinking like a stupid, petulant child [aka Dudley Dursley], not a writer. I honestly don't like writing like what I am about to do, but I am doing it all for the sake of realism)

Dudley smirked, looking at his cousin. He and his buddy Piers Polkiss had cornered the little freak at last. The little freak had been at home, just being his freakish freaky self. Dudley had told him to get him a snack, but the puny little freaky freakish freak had just sat there in his cupboard, doing nothing but being freaky.

(I can't do it anymore, back to civilised writing techniques!)

Dudley had stomped over to the door, practically ripping it off it's hinges, and thrown the freak out of his little hole. The thing had just looked at him with those freaky eyes, and stared at him. Dudley had roared threateningly (at least, he though it sounded that way) but to no avail. He had finally started to kick the downed figure, who, finally understanding rushed away. Dudley, confident that it was to the kitchen, sat there with a smug look as he thought, 'Good! Maybe I'll hit him again, then throw the food away and tell him I want more!' With his decision made, he stood there for a minute, before looking around. He gaped, seeing the front door open wide, a small child running away down the sidewalk. He rushed out, despite his considerable girth, and quickly saw his mate, Piers Polkiss. He pointed in the direction of the fleeing figure, as his mate grinned.

The two boys chased the freak, eventually cornering him, leading to the current situation. The two got closer, evil grins on their faces, when the air dropped in temperature. There was a hum of something turning on behind them, but before Dudley could turn around, he felt a stinging pain in his back. He gasped, seeing a red beam of energy protruding from his chest, as Piers sufferedca similiar fate. The two collapsed, holes a few inches in diameter straght through their chests, cauterized shut. As they collapsed, a robed figure stepped over their lifeless corpses, observing the quivering form of a young child before her.

DARTH COGNUS' SHIP, HYPERSPACE

Darth Cognus panted, observing the room as she reattached her lightsabers to her belt. The scattered remains of turrets, missiles, and missile launchers scattered the floor, a heavy feel of ozone in the air as the metal cooled. Gouges lay over the metal, evidencing where she struck wiith her lightsabers. She turned, making her way back to the cockpit with a mental note to replace everything in the training room. She checked where they were, grumbling when she realized she still had another two hours until her destination, when an explosion rocked her ship. She slammed the hyperdrive off, her ship lurching unnaturally as it abruptly stopped in mid flight. She cursed, making her way to the back of the ship where she sensed the location of the explosion once she scanned and detected no hostile ships or projectiles. Once she saw the location as well as the remains of the explosive, she sighed. It seems to have been a parting gift from her apprentice. He seemed to have rigged something in his private quarters aboard the shuttle the two tended to travel in when he had decided to leave her tutelage.

She sighed, adding 'repair spare quarters' to her mental checklist. She went to her star map, checking where she had ended up, and groaned. Her abrupt stop in the midst of a hyperdrive jump had damaged her hyperdrive engine, as well as left her stranded in the unknown regions. she sighed, before scanning the solar system and groaning when she realized that there was no civilization capable of hyperdrive here, she lowered the level of sensors, until they would detect pre-hyperdrive, civilization, and was surprised when she got results. She refined her scan, receiving the information that the third planet from this system's star had sentient life. She approached, surprised when she detected technology on the planet's moon, but scoffed when she realized she got her hopes up for nothing. Nothing was there except a few exploratory craft, almost like dinosaurs compared to even the most basic systems most low class people had access to.

She was about to dismiss the use of even scanning the planet for anything useful, when she was hit by a wave of force energy. She snapped to alert, sending out a wave of her own energy, only to come up with nothing. She scanned the surrounding area, finding no other ships. She turned her sensors on the planet, and to her surprise, found a rather strong force sensitive among the masses. She flew closer, careful to mask her presence as she approached. she landed her shuttle on a rooftop near the force signurature, and carefully left her ship, ensuring that her experiemental cloaking device was working. she would hate to be trapped here and be hunted for by the locals if they found her ship and assumed a hostile presence had come to their world. She hopped down into an alley, seeing a pair of humans, to her shock, approaching a bundle on the ground. She beat past her shock at finding humans, and not some completely new race, but humans, one of the most well known races, on a backwater planet incapable of hyperdrive, barely off their own little rock. She eyed the bundle, and realized it was a small child. She sent out a wave of force energy and noted, with disgust, that the small child was the force sensitive, She smirked, a plan already coming together in her mind, as she silently approached the two young humans approaching the child. With the hum of hot plasma, the duo were stopped in their tracks.

She felt her lips twitch upward for a second, seeing their bodies slump lifelessly to the ground, before stepping over their bodies, and gazing at the child. He was shivering, the clothes hanging off of his frame in a way that screamed 'ABUSE'. She growled in her throat, having a personal reason to dislike such treatment. She had been raised in a rather large houshold, when raiders had attacked her family when she was little. They had killed her 3 brothers and father, before repeatedly raping her mother in front of her and her sisters. Her, being the youngest, was last, and had to watch them all rape her entire family, before putting bullets into their heads. When it came to her, the leader took a liking to her, keeping her instead. For the next 5 years, she had been his plaything, being raped, abused, and used as a reward to his men for 'jobs well done'. Ever since she had carved a shiv, killed the leader, and slaughtered them all and escaped, she had had a particular dislike for rapists, abusers, and their ilk. Once she had become a Sith, it had merely been translated to 'those who rape, abuse, and injure anyone that could offer me an advantage'. Unfortunately for those two, the child was one such being,at least in theory.

Darth Cognus shook her head, back to the present, and saw the boy looking at her, her lightsaber, and then the two dead humans behind her. She reached out with her senses, looking at the child's aura. He seemed to be exuding a presence of pain, hatred, and the desire to dominate. She smirked, thinking of the possibilities. The child probably wasn't even aware of such thoughts or feelings. She noticed a strand of energy leading away from the boy, several in fact. She sensed a malevolent presence from one, a horribly light and cheery presence from the second, a bored and complacent feeling from the third, and a strange mix of envy and utter loathing coming from the last one. The first seemed the strongest, practically clawing at his aura and energy, and concentrated mainly around his forhead. The other three seemed to just float lazily around the boy. She felt a tug on her robe, and, shaking her head, saw the boy tugging at the cloth around her wrist, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Um . . . . Miss? What did you do to Dudley and Polkiss?" She heard him say, before chuckling. She leaned down, adopting what she hoped was a non-threatening face, before looking at him. She saw his eyes widen, eyes darting to her horns, before he fainted. She sighed, grabbing the boy, and taking him back to her ship. She eventually put him onto a cot in the small medbay of the ship, injecting a sleeping drug into his arm to keep him still and silent . She ran a scan of his body, expecting a 2, maybe 3 year old kid. She was astounded this kid was 5 years old. She growled in the back of her throat, remembering the signs of abuse she had seen. She grabbed a few nurtitional supplemants, as well as a few other vaccines for common illnesses they might encounter, and injected them all into his blood stream. She went back to the cockpit, taking them off the planet and towards the large gas giant in this system. She placed her ship behind it, away from prying eyes, and got to work. She started by using her rudimentary knowledge of engineering to bring the hyperdrive up to the level where it wouldn't haphazardly explode when in use, but nowhere near a good enough shape she would usually use. She went back to the medbay, injecting the few remaining vaccines and such that needed to be done individually, meditating in between doses. Her task done, she gave the boy one more dose of sleeping agent, before heading to the cockpit. She input the coodinates for Ziost, and settled down for the flight.

Well, What did you think? I think it turned out pretty well, considering my recent case of writer's block. Sorry about that by the way. Anyway, hope you guys like it!

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Re- posted with fixed grammar as well as detail changes, tell me if I missed anything