Harry Potter and The Old Republic.

Prologue:

Harry watched Sirius and Bellatrix duel fiercely even as Dumbledore subdued the other Death Eaters scattered about the room. Multicoloured jets of light blasting back and forth between the two duelers who were laughing and taunting each other as they batted away spells that cracked the stone floor.

Gripping his wand tighter Harry ran towards them as he shouted "Stupefy", the red bolt of light flew towards Bellatrix's back but was stopped by a casual wave of her wand.

She was about to say something before another bolt, green this time flew towards her from Sirius' wand. Dodging to the side she snarled at Sirius before grinning. "Hope you're not emotionally attached to the boy dearest cousin".

She then flicked her wand towards Harry who flew straight towards the strangely fluttering veil. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

Coldness pierced him like thousands of knives slowly cutting him, he couldn't breathe as he flew through a vortex of pain and ice. He screamed even though air and long since abandoned his lungs. As soon as it had started it was over, and he was deposited from out of thin air into a marvelous grand hall in front of a pair of surprised humans in strange armour and long brown and hooded robes.

Looking closer at the two beings who suddenly held beams of blue and green light respectively in their hands he was surprised to notice that one of them was far from human, with his…it's red skin, black tattoos and small horns it was clearly something that was not part of the wizarding world, with a surprised "oh" Harry fainted.

When Harry woke up again the first thing he saw were the white roof tiling of the hospital wing. "Just a dream", he muttered, 'soon Madam Pomfrey will come and rebuke me for landing myself in the hospital wing again', he thought. It was only when he took a look about the room that he realized it was not a dream at all. First of all, the hospital wing was not even close to the size of this room, secondly last he checked the hospital wing did not have robots, blinking machinery and strange creatures scattered about it.

"Where the hell am I", he muttered slightly as the man who was one of the two he had fainted in front of walked over.

"You are in the infirmary of the Jedi Temple young one", the man said. Looking closer Harry could see that the man was older than he looked. Reasonably powerfully built, his hair was still brown but greying around the temples. Laugh lines stretched out from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he had a healthy tan, but the eyes. His eyes held a deep wisdom and age that clearly marked the man out as someone who had seen much, done more and lived to tell about it.

"Your instincts serve you well young one", the man said with a smile as he took a seat close to Harry. "I am Ven Zallow, a Master of the Jedi Order here on Couruscant, might I inquire as to who you are? With your strange clothing and the fact that you appear to never have seen a Jedi before?"

Harry gulped slightly as he tried to calm his mind as Snape had told him to do during his abysmal Occlumency lessons. "I, my name is Harry Potter sir", he stammered slightly as he took in more of the room. "And I've never heard of any of those things you just mentioned".

The man, no Master Zallow's eyebrows rose slightly as he heard what Harry said. "Surely you must have heard of the Jedi Order? We have served as protectors of the peace for the Republic for over twenty thousand years".

Harry gaped, "Twenty thousand years? But, that's not possible, The first republic that I know of was the Roman Republic, and even that wasn't even founded until two thousand years ago or such", Harry was getting more confused by the minute and even Zallow, who appeared to have a great talent for staying calm and composed was starting to look confused.

"I think", Zallow said as he stroked his chin slightly, "that you had best tell me everything you know", he folded his hands in front of him and leaned back in the chair.

Harry started with the night on Halloween in 1981, as that was the easiest way to start. He told him about the wizarding world, of how he had become a celebrity before he could even talk, about his run ins with Voldemort and other assorted dark creatures and the like, leading up to the battle in the Department of Mysteries, and how he had fallen through the Veil and ended up here.

Zallow seemed skeptical at first but as more was told his eyes widened slightly as possible theories came and went, and once Harry had finished his story he looked slightly mournful as he prepared to give Harry his theory.

"I will do my best to explain to you what has happened Harry, you coming here was no fluke. It was the will of the Force that you be brought here, that should at least give you a small sense of comfort".

He offered Harry a glass of water before he continued. "I do not believe that you are on earth anymore Harry", he held up a hand to forestall Harry's objection. "I do not think you are even in the same galaxy, this veil of yours must be some sort of artifact, powered by the Force to act as a method of long way transportation, I have not heard of such a device but if there is any information about such a thing we shall find it in the Jedi Archives".

"I wish I could say that I can send you home to your friends, but until we learn more you will have to stay here, food and bedding will naturally be provided for you", he said with a comforting smile.

Harry fell back against the headboard of the bed as all emotion drained out of him. "So I'm, I'm stuck here sir"? At Zallow's nod he slumped his head slightly as he tried to force his mind to come up with a solution, anything to help him get out of the mess he was in, giving up as nothing came to him he decided to ask a question instead.

"You mentioned the Force, what is it exactly"?

Zallow smiled as he prepared to lecture about a subject that fascinated him. "The Force is what gives a Jedi his powers you see, it is an energy field that surrounds us and penetrates us and binds the galaxy together".

"Like magic"? Harry asked.

Zallow laughed slightly at Harry's outburst. "Many primitive civilizations have called it magic over the years, but here and in the rest of the galaxy it is known as the Force, you are strong in the Force this much I know", he said as he studied Harry with more scrutiny.

"If you are willing there would most definitely be a place for you in the Jedi Order, as long as you heed your Masters and pay attention to your studies you could easily become a great Jedi".

Harry, who really had no better choice at the moment nodded slightly to himself as he pondered the offer. "I see no better alternative so I suppose I should consider it an honour to become part of the Jedi Order".

Zallow held up a hand to silence Harry. "Before you make your choice I will fill you in on the latest events. For the last sixteen years the Republic and Jedi Order have been at war with the Sith Empire. The Sith is a race of humanoid beings native to the planet Korriban and have been the foe of the Jedi Order for millennia", he frowned slightly as he explained all he knew about the original Sith Empire that had been defeated in the Great Hyperspace War, thirteen hundred years earlier, of how the Republic had decided to exterminate the entire Sith species in the aftermath and of how the few survivors had grown strong and nurtured their hatred at the far edges of unknown space beyond the Outer Rim, all the way to present day.

When he was finished with the impromptu history lesson he rose from his chair. "I will leave you now so that you can make your decision in private. Food and clean clothes will be sent up to you", with that he bowed slightly before Harry and then he turned around and walked out of the room.

While Harry was deep in thought Ven was discussing their newest resident with Masters Ovarre, Thc'ick'ad and Qul, the last two being a Trandoshan and Zabrak respectively.

"The boy is too old Ven, he should not be given training", Ovarre said as he shook his head slightly.

Master Qul, who had been there when Harry had arrived thought otherwise and floated a small blue glass sphere towards Ovarre. "The boy had this with him when he arrived".

Ovarre frowned slightly as he pushed a small measure of the Force into the small glass ball and was surprised to hear a female raspy voice whisper to him.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord know not…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

"A prophecy", Ovarre whispered to himself.

"As you can see Ovarre", Ven spoke up as he collected the ball into one his his robe pockets. "The boy is a special case, besides he have previous experience with the Force…not the traditional Jedi way of course, but the experience is there none the less, and do not make me remind you of your own age when you joined the Order", he finished off his last barb with a slight smile.

Ovarre had the decency to blush slightly as he remembered his own age had been far from young when he had been accepted. "You are right of course, but the boy still worries me, I have tried to see his future but a shroud of darkness hides it from me".

Thc'ick'ad closed his eyes slightly as he focused n the living Force. "The subjects of prophecy have always been difficult to read my friend, and with a destiny as his it is clear that darkness will lay across his path, this does not mean he will fall to the Dark Side of the Force however…you have my approval to offer the boy training and acceptance within the Order, and I assume both of you are in agreement", he nodded slightly as Ven and Qul who returned the nod.

"That leaves your vote my friend", he said to Ovarre. "I will not disprove this Councils decision my friends, I give my voice of approval to accepting young Potter into the Order", Ovarre said with a smile.

"I will tell him tomorrow then and if he agrees I shall take him on as my Padawan learner, I have missed the experience ever since Aryn finished her trials", Ven said as he rose up and bowed to the other Masters. "May the Force be with you my friends", he said to them before leaving for his quarters.

Ok, so this story has been stirring around in my head for years now, and since this received the highest amount of votes I will finish writing a few more chapters before returning my attention to my other fics which are still stubbornly refusing to let me come up with new ideas (do not worry I shall persevere somehow, so expect a few more chapters on this before I update the other fics.

When we eventually get into the SWTOR game verse itself I will probably do between one to three chapters per planet (depends on how long the questline is) Polls on eventual relationships and Light/Darkside will come up sooner or later as we move further into the fic, but I will tell you here and now there will be some changes to certain quests and such to fit into my grand scheme *insert evil overlord cackle* but I think they are changes you lot will enjoy.

On other news, Commander Potter, and A Light in the Dark is still up for grabs by anyone who wants to take them off my hands (all I ask is that you inform me by either review or pm that you have taken it over, no need to ask permission, I will be happy so long as they receive a new life)

As always reviews/thoughts/constructive criticism is welcome, so hit that review button and tell me what you think (just be gentle, as I have just started to flesh out the backstory leading up to the main course so to speak)

-Tellie571 out