Chapter 2: One for All And All for Nothing

Star Wars + Harry Potter Crossover

Chapter 2: One for All And All for Nothing

A/N: There's a bit of an information dump this chapter, sorry about that, but the quicker it's done the quicker I can get on with the story. I will say that I generally dislike information dumps (even as I understand their necessity) and am therefore resigned to always being slightly unhappy with this chapter. As someone pointed out a legitimate error in transcription in thought I would post this as I had it...

796 BBY

2,857 ATC

Harry awoke, not to soft voices of loved ones or even the tender care of Madam Pomfrey, but to mind-numbing agony.

He had a migraine that was so bad, he actually wanted to die, if only to end whatever was happening inside his head. He probably would have welcomed it except he had to find Sirius.

After all, the search for is Godfather was the entire point of this ridiculous utterly reckless and dangerous trip.

Through the tiny needles that constantly assaulted his senses, he saw a shape in front of him that slowly resolved into a body. His scar started to bleed. His eyes felt like they were on fire and his ears would not stop ringing almost as if there was a great bell swinging violently in his head.

Still, he managed to crawl towards the body. He hoped against hope that it wasn't Sirius or if it was that he would be ok.

"Sirius?" There was no response "Please talk to me" he started to panic "please!"

Sadly the body in front of him was that of Sirius Black.

If you just looked at his face you may have been fooled into thinking that he was just sleeping and, after the year that he had been forced to endure in Grimmauld Place, he deserved his rest. You could have even argued that there was a look of peace on his too pale face.

From the neck below, however, it was a different story.

Thankfully whatever spell had been used on him wasn't part of the explosive family or there wouldn't be much of a body left.

Sadly it wasn't a stunner either, but rather, one of the many cutting spells you can learn while at Hogwarts. It seemed that Sirius was hit just under the chin, fell through the Veil, and died quickly on the other side. There was also a distinct lack of blood... not that Harry noticed it at the time.

Harry shook silently and began to weep while holding his Godfather's head in his arms. Harry felt the last bits of hope fade as well as his hope for a normal life and his fragile, barely kept, calm.

He never felt more stupid and pain filled than he did at that moment.

He had come to save Sirius and he had failed to save him, he wasn't sure of a way home and even the trap at the Department of Mysteries was his fault to a degree. He caused this.

He was one of the reasons why Sirius was dead.

His headache had become terrifying in its ferocity and now both his eyes and nose were bleeding, his ears were drowned in the agony of the smallest of sounds and in a way he welcomed it.

To his mind right then, he had failed so many, he had failed to get the Dursley's affection as a child, he had failed Cedric at the graveyard and now he'd failed his Godfather.

He deserved this or so he thought.

If this was death, however, he thought, someone had lied when they were discussing a white light.

What he had was a blinding pain that was robbing him of everything that he was, ever could be or ever wanted to be. It was not nice but Harry hoped it would be quick and accepted it as something that he couldn't stop.

As darkness tugged at the edge of his vision he heard one last thing before losing consciousness...

"New Builder detected. Starting emergency medical procedures…".

After that, there was only oblivion.

-LAFA-

"Greetings Builder" The same metallic and dispassionate voice from before spoke "I am afraid to say that I have had to implant Basic into your mind and fix the simple error in your eyes".

Well, Harry thought while rubbing his face, that told me absolutely nothing about who or what I am talking to but at least he didn't need his glasses anymore. When looking for mercies even small ones would do.

Surveying the room he was in, he found that he was in some sort of bed with the satchel Luna gave him hanging from the bottom left-hand post.

Looking around some more, Harry saw only dark patterned stone walls and what appeared to be some sort of futuristic computer at the end.

None of this was in the slightest bit concerning to him at the moment considering the massive robot standing in front of him at that moment. At least it looked human, albeit one that was made entirely of metal.

"What kind of robot are you?" He asked incredulously

"I am a Rakatan medical and science droid, I exist only to serve the Builders and the Infinite Empire. You are a Builder and so I serve you". The Droid moved forward "Hold still please".

A dart like object sprang from the open palm of the Droid and just as quickly retracted. Harry grunted as it pierced his skin. "DNA sample accepted. No Force aptitude found" it recited in a monotone.

"Why do you think I'm a Builder?" questioned a very confused Harry Potter

"Only builders have access to this hidden chamber and the experimental Rakatan Gate Master. Logic dictates that you must, therefore, be a Builder" was the dispassionate reply.

At the word Gate, Harry couldn't help but look towards where he came from. However, instead of seeing an archway fluttering in the nonexistent breeze, he saw only an archway which looked like it had been carved into the strange black stone.

"Perhaps the Dark Side Leech in your skull has affected your memory? I'm afraid that all evidence suggests it imploded due to the distance from its main source. The damage was quite intensive, in fact, it almost killed you. I am happy to say however that my devices report that none of its influence remains and your brain waves are truly and completely your own once more".

"I had a Dark Side Leech?" Harry didn't know what to think, as he was finding that quite hard to do at the moment.

"Indeed Master, who knows what damage it has done to your psyche. I suggest meditating to find out and to improve your muddled thought processes"

Harry took a moment to think, maybe it was a good idea, he should check out his Occlumency barriers. That thought stopped him cold.

He hadn't had any Occlumency barriers before… at all...

"That's probably not a bad idea. It might take a while" he paused "could you catalogue what's in my bag while I am busy please?"

"Of course master" Came the now expected response even as Harry moved onto the floor and sat in a lotus position.

What he found was a mixed bag, to say the least.

On the plus side, it seemed that he had an instinctive knowledge of all Occlumency and Legilimency.

It seemed that the barriers were already functional and Harry idly thought that given enough time he could master partial shielding (allowing people to sense only as much of his mind as he wanted them too much like Snape was supposed to be able to do).

The bad, apart from anything else, was that he had gained no knowledge of spell magic. He gained no new charms or curses nor did he even get something useful like Apparition. He did get other knowledge...however what he got either disgusted him or was not of immediate use.

Case in point he knew what a Dark Side Leech was now though it was known to wizards by another name.

It was called a Horcrux. He also knew how to make one and that alone would have made him throw up in his brain if he could. He knew the rituals that predated it and others like it and almost all were exceptionally repugnant. Of them all only two were not and the first either affected a continent or a whole planet, at least in theory, so it was not really useful given his current situation.

The second ritual created something that had many names and was very old.

The current official one was a simulacrum often simply called a magical construct, however, most practitioners of those arts knew it by its colloquial name... a blood bag.

The ritual that created a blood bag was not actually evil but was morally grey and frankly a bit disgusting. All it required was a ritual circle a few phrases spoken out loud, a judicious application of magic and the sacrifice of his blood, urine, hair and faeces, presto you had your very own blood bag.

If you did not care about morally grey than the biggest downsides to the blood bag, and the reason it fell out of favour with Dark Lords everywhere, were two-fold.

First (and perhaps most annoyingly) they needed constant care until they were ready to be used as a backup body when yours ceased to work.

The fact that it would rapidly grow into a replica of your body was of little consolation to whomever you were making look after the thing. All it really had was a digestive tract, an arse and a mouth, all of that wrapped in a fleshy skin not only made for a poor conversationalist but meant that the Dark Lords had to put their lives in the hands of their minions.

This obviously was not acceptable to the megalomaniacal bastards.

The second problem with the blood bag was that it actually wasn't a viable means of immortality as, if they were not used, they only had a shelf life of about a month and then decayed in a putrid fashion so you couldn't just leave one lying around ready to be used or recycled at any point.

Added to that concern, and probably more important to a Dark Lord, was the simple fact that if you made a blood bag from the blood and urine and other things of you at 97 then the body the blood bag becomes when used would be 97 with all of the infirmaries of that advanced age. It meant while the blood bag was a groundbreaking ritual of its day few people performed it.

The only real reason that Harry knew about blood bags was that Riddle, the sick man that he was, had researched the older methods to see if he could improve his Resurrection before the fact as his construct (that demented grey baby) was based on a similar idea.

An academic curiosity perhaps.. but at this moment completely unhelpful, Harry mused, after all none of the rituals work after you are truly dead though the blood bag, of course, would provide an anchor.

Harry awoke from his meditation with only one clear thought in his mind but before he could articulate it the Droid interrupted.

"You have 13 broken sticks with unknown substances in the core of all the woods, 2 and a half weeks of food and two books" It happily reported.

"How do I use the gate to go home?" he asked

"There seems to be an error in your thinking. You can not go home as the gate is only one way and was an experimental design to replicate and improve upon Infinity Gates"

"Why were more never made?"

"The plague stopped all research due to the fact that, as well as causing the loss of the Force from the Builders, it caused mass panic and Builder to turn on Builder. It also made life extension impossible for them".

"When you say the Force do you mean"..Harry levitated a pebble from the corner with his wand "magic?" He paused again "and while we're at it, please stop calling me Master.."

"Understood. To answer your question it is similar in effect but, in terms of energy signature and pattern, it is much closer to a blaster bolt then the use of any Force Power that is recorded in my archives".

"Does that mean people that can use the Force will have a hard time detecting magic as opposed to the Force?"

"It is only a hypothesis but given all the data in my memory it is likely that they will be unable to detect magic through the Force unless it is used as an offensive weapon against them or unless they see either the jets of light that you might call spells or the spell's effect". The Droid stated and then continued with "No documentation exists however on how easy it is for Force users to detect each other".

"If I wanted to go home could I use an Infinity Gate?" he almost begged

"Assuming you can find one you could but that also assumes that you haven't travelled in time" it paused " I do have the hypothetical modifications in my data banks to allow an Infinity gate to be used to travel in time though whether to the future or past would have to be known beforehand"

Harry sighed. He hated time travel... yes he'd used it once and all he could really say about it was that while it was useful it was a pain in the arse with far too many rules and guidelines.

"Ok Droid. Where is the nearest Infinity Gate?" He demanded

"Unknown. The Builders were never able to capture one and had not seen one in the final 5,000 years of the Empire. At that point, it was decided that they would try and build their own and you are next to the result of that work"

"I get the feeling there are more problems to me going home" Harry stated. It seemed that at this moment the only thing he had was a list of problems.

"The biggest problem is your longevity. My scans tell me that you have a maximum lifespan of around 150 years give or take a decade". Despite Harry's disturbed look the Droid continued "Space is vast and although you could find an Infinity Gate inside that life span it is highly unlikely that you will and that you will be long dead before such a search would be complete. We also have no plans for a Ratakan Gate so I am afraid you would be unable to build one"

"So, are you telling me there's no hope?"

"Not at all!" said the Droid firmly " I have your DNA on file I can clone you as many times as needed as well as the DNA of the being that came before you if that proves necessary. Do not be concerned the Builder's will not disappear again".

"Great" said Harry unconvincingly "Wait a minute! You can clone people? Why didn't you do this when the plague broke out? Can you clone Sirius Black?"

"The plague was not purely biological, it was also technological. It was theorised at the time that a slave race made it but whatever the truth of the viruses origins it seemed designed in such a way as to make cloning impossible". the Droid seemed to collect himself " as for Sirius Black, if that is the body on the floor, I'm afraid his memory patterns are too degraded to copy. I could make a clone body but I'm afraid it would not be him instead it would be someone completely new".

When it came to the news about his Godfather Harry somewhat expected it not to be as simple as it sounded but, this was crushing. He knew now with absolute certainty that he could never see him again.

As for the Infinite Empire in truth, it didn't matter to Harry who built the plague or why there were no Builders around anymore as long as the plague wasn't still active and able to hurt him and as the Droid spoke of the plague in the past tense he doubted it. Still, it never hurt to be careful Harry thought.

"Is the plague still active?"

"As of my last update? No" the Droid replied.

"Not that I'm doubting you, but when was your last update?"

"The public console room, which this one is hidden behind and connected to, had it's computer updated and repurposed with modern galactic knowledge almost 3000 years ago by the reformed Jedi Knight Revan. Relevant information was obtained from that database".

"What other rooms are here then?"

"As previously stated we are hidden behind the main console room, to the Southeast of which is the Room of Life and the Southwest of which is the Room of Death. Those rooms were designed to stop the unworthy from gaining your secrets and as a guide to the now destroyed Star Forge for the worthy".

"Ok, here's what I'd like you to do. Please repurpose the Room of Death as a Tomb for my Godfather and bury him in it" The Droid made an affirmative noise "Then I'd like you to tell me all about the Infinite Empire, cloning, the Galaxy and anything else you think might be useful"

"As you wish, though my records indicate that other than the things you have mentioned there are only two things left in my data banks other than astronomical data...The Cadi system and The Geological Forge"

It was clear to Harry that he needed information before he went anywhere so obviously his response was

"Tell me everything that you can until I tell you to stop"

He vowed to himself at that moment that no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice, he would get home.

-LAFA-

After two weeks Harry began to feel like he was getting a handle on things.

He understood why the Droid had taken his and his Godfathers DNA if for nothing other than its own records and keeping the Builders alive but he was also getting quite restless.

Having listened to the fantastical tales of the Rakatan Empire as well as Revan's last update following the destruction of the Star Forge he was privately glad they were gone, even if he was now theoretically a Builder.

"Droid?"

"Yes, Harry?" He was grateful when, after two weeks, he'd finally gotten the Droid to use his name.

"Is the Geothermal Forge similar to the Star Forge?" He asked, pointing at the fist-sized object that lay roughly equidistant between the bed and the console.

"Yes Harry" the Droid seemed to ponder the fist-sized object while Harry seemed to be almost meditating " Though, unlike the Star Forge, it was designed to lay within a planet. Be warned, however, like the Star Forge, whatever energy it is empowered by it, in turn, begins to embody"

"This little thing?" Scepticism shone through his voice

"Given power, it will grow and given demand it will provide" came the slightly odd response.

"By any energy are you including magic?" queried Harry

"After recording your use of your power for the last two weeks? Yes, magic would be suitable" it paused "You merely attach the Engine to an acceptable computer device, choose a planned or sampled object from within the database, add energy at the appropriate time and the device will do the rest".

"When you nod I will add magic…"

With a hum, the computer started up and the Droid tapped many keys

"Synthesising Nemo's Jedi Robe and utility belt…". As the Droid nodded Harry aimed his wand at the Engine and after a moment there was a thin white-grey light that burst from the tip.

The Engine felt like a hungry beast to Harry as if it was eating at his magic, at his very life, what was worse to him however was that he could not stop the flow once it had started. Just when he thought he might pass out and he had started to panic, the flow abruptly stopped. With a white blinding flash, a set of Jedi robes appeared.

Harry fell onto his back with a groan and a whimper. " Never. Doing. That. Again". he wheezed the bloody thing was still only fist-sized. Harry glared hatefully at it for a moment.

"Impressive" he said after he got his breath back, even as he was changing into the new robes. The Droid had thoughtfully included in the plans of the belt a holster for his wand. "Do you have anything else of Nemo's?" Harry asked, a plan starting to form in his mind.

"In the computer is a DNA sample of the Jedi Knight Nemo, though it has been corrupted due to the gap between his death and the time that the sample was able to be collected".

"And it could take me years to find my way home?"

"In theory Harry, it could take you millennia, though I must warn you that cloning a Force Sensitive sentient for any purpose is dangerous due to the madness that tends to take hold of the living mind".

"What about a non-sentient?" Harry paused and then clarified "by which I mean brain dead"

"Possible yes, however, this sample is too damaged"

"What about splicing Force relevant DNA into a clone of me?"

"It can be done. You would need to hook the engine up to my consoles power supply which would lower this unit's life expectancy to less than three years as I would be unable to recharge. It will also only provide enough power for one clone and I am unsure, given the degraded sample, how much ability in the Force you would inherit. Finally, you would be unable to use the Engine during that time given its current dimensions and I would also have to remove your biological contaminants". At Harry's raised eyebrow the Droid continued " The biological contaminants are in your blood, one seemingly strives to heal you and the other seems a very virulent poison. According to my scans while you were unconscious they are currently keeping each other at bay inside your body".

"Store the DNA for both contaminants in your data banks but only remove the poison from the clone. How long would it take to produce the clone housing the equipment in the Room of Life?"

"Including the cloning cylinder and the one use essence transfer module as well as growing a clone to optimum parameters? It would take one year for a clone of your current age given the very limited power supply. Do you wish any other changes?"

"Make the clone ambidextrous, it may not be much of an advantage but, it is still an advantage and I have the feeling I'll need as many as I can get". Harry nodded his head "Save the genetic template as Force Clone One please. While the cloning process is ongoing could you also save your database to a backup memory unit, in case of dire problems?"

"As you wish" The Droid moved to begin its assigned tasks.

His long-term needs now either taken care of or roughly planned out, Harry now set off out of the secret room and the ruins that contained it, to deal with his more immediate short term ones.