Harry Potter and the Boy From Tatooine - Chapter 1 - In a Galaxy Far, Far Away (Patreon)

Harry Potter was unsure of where he was. He tried to look all around  him for something he could recognize but all he could see were streaks  of light starting at some point so far in the distance he was unable to  see where they started and stretching well into the distance behind him.

Harry  had the sensation he was moving but without any points of reference by  which he was able to use as a benchmark, he was unable to determine how  fast, and beyond this he could find no reason that would explain how and  why he was flying with nothing to help him.

Realizing nothing in  front of him would help him, Harry tried to tried to think back to the  last things he could remember. After what seemed like much longer than a  normal recall he started remembering things…he remembered running  through the hallways at Hogwarts…there had been a battle and he  remembered the feelings of concern that he might lose…he  remembered…oh…he remembered seeing the corpses of Fred, Lupin, Tonks;  friends and family having died in a belief that Harry would save them…he  remembered walking through a forest alone…and he remembered the vibrant  green glow as the killing curse raced its way towards him, filling his  vision…and…that was all…

Harry felt there was more but no matter  how hard he tried he could not remember anything else… well that was not  entirely true… he saw images of individual dressed in a black robe and  could recall the sound of a word in a voice he could not recall ever  having heard before, shouting out, "FATE!"

As  Harry looked around, he noticed he appeared to be slowing, as he  released that some of the streaks of light stopped being lines and  actually became small extremely bright points of light that flew by so  fast he could not twist his head fast enough to catch any details.

As  things slowed down further, he noticed that these points of light were  not uniformly distributed but appeared to be randomly spread among the  landscape forming patterns…

Harry froze as a cold certainty settle over him.

Wait…were these stars? Was he hurtling through space?

Harry  began to panic, twisting and turning, trying to identify how he was  moving through space, trying to identify how he was alive.

While  Harry was trying to solve these questions he received an even bigger  surprise when he looked down at his body, which caused him to try to  call out in concern.

Harry noticed that his body looked partly… transparent?

It was extremely unsettling.

To  him it looked as if someone had cast a very poor disillusionment charm.  He was able to make out the outline of his body and could distinguish  some general details of his body, however he was able to see the stars  through his body.

Harry twisted around trying to get a bearing on  where he was or what was happening. He could find nothing to answer his  questions.

As Harry looked around he felt a sense of dejections  slowly start to creep over him, as he thought to himself, 'I must be  dead…honestly not what I expected…just flying through space forever.'

"You will not be flying through space forever." A voice called out, a voice that Harry realized was the same one that he could recall have having shouted out "FATE" before, a voice that seeming called out from everywhere.

Surprised  Harry let out a startled shout and frantically looked around him trying  to identify where the voice, which called out to him in answer to his  thoughts, was coming from.

"I am not there or at least not in any form you would be able to perceive."

"Who  are you? What is happening to me?..." Harry called out to the voice,  before thinking to himself, 'Is this real or is this all happening in my  head … have I gone crazy?'

Harry noticed that as he had been  distracted by the voice he had slowed down further and he was able to  recognize small shapes that were flying by … shapes that appeared to be …  planets? Some filled solely with strange looking trees that were miles  high, others completesd covered with water – a little oasis among the  stars, while others appeared to be covered in nothing but lava glowing  bright red against the darkness of space – as if small little embers  floating in the darkness of night.

"Who I am is not an easy concept to explain. But you may view me as the concept of fate."

Harry froze, not expecting that, "… fate?"

"Yes, what I am is more complex and beyond your ability to understand but you may think of and address me as Fate."

"Um … ok … Fate? ... what is happening? What happened to me."

"That is a slightly easier question to answer. Simply put, you Harry Potter had died."

"Wait,  what?" Harry was floundered trying to think of a response, as he tried  to process what he had heard. "No … no … that can't be. Why can't I  remember anything clearly? Why are my memories so blurry, this can't be.  This has to be some sort of ruse to get information from me."

If  the cold unyielding voice had been capable of sounding sad, Harry was  sure the tone of the next statement qualified. "I am sorry Harry, it is  true, the man on your planet that you knew as Tom Riddle attempted to  circumvent his fate and obtain immortality. And part of what I am is  death."

"Wait … you are also Death?"

"I am, for after all it is the fate of almost all things to die."

Harry  thought on this noticing that once again he appeared to have slowed  further as he passed a world which appeared to be covered in nothing but  buildings reaching up towards the skies as if trying to escape what sat  at their roots and another world where it appeared all their buildings  were floating in the sky.

"So if the fate of all things is to die … why am I here? What is happening?"

"I  had found you acting in such a way that I was able to claim you as an  agent of fate. Something I have only been able to do several times  though the existence of the concept you know as time. Inspired by you  and with your sacrifice on your world, you set in motion events that  allowed those who you knew to triumph over Tom Riddle. This restored the  natural order of things on your world."

Harry could not help but feel relief at those words.

"You  mean my friends … they … they won? They are ok?" Harry asked  cautiously, concerned he may have been misinterpreting the words.

"Yes  Harry, they won, they triumphed over Tom Riddle who proceeded to wither  away into an eternal nothingness where he will exist forever to be  forgotten by everything and everyone. While it it was not easy for them,  none of those who you care about and left behind lost their lives in  what had remained in the conflict."

Harry let out an audible sign  and felt the tension he had been carrying since … well since as long as  her could remember began to melt away and dissipate allowing him to  relax.

'They had won … they had actually won …'

"What happens next? Can I go back? Or do I get to move on … and get to be reunited with those I lost?"

Fate  paused, "You could go back or you could go on. But like space around  you, there are an infinite numbers of decision you can make at this  point."

Harry looked around him observing the vastness of space  and weighing Fate's words, trying to decide what he would rather do … go  back and see his friends that remained: Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville,  Luna, and all the others … or if he wanted to move on and have the  opportunity to meet his parents … Sirius …

Before he was able to  say anything though, Fate continued on, "However, I hope to ask a favor  of you. You had managed to stop a man whose actions were threatening a  nation, I am asking you to help stop a man whose actions will threaten  an entire galaxy."

As Fate had been explaining this sentence Harry  noticed that as they continued slowing down, seemingly heading directly  towards a planet directly in front of him … a planet that appeared to  be one solid color, a desaturated yellow … a planet that seemed to be  composed entirely of … sand.

'Ooo … I love sand,'Harry thought,  remembering the one trip the Dursley's had been forced to bring him on, a  trip where everyone else had been so focused on Dudley trying to swim  in the lake that they all seemed to forget about Harry, leaving him to  lay by himself on the beach and play in the sand.

Shaking off the  memory, Harry reflected on Fate's suggestion before tentatively asking,  "How will I be able to do that? I barely succeeded against Voldemort,  actually having to have sacrificed myself for my friends to have stood a  chance. How am I supposed to succeed here? … Why don't you do  something?"

"I am not able to directly interfere in the fates of  people, although when you became an Agent of Fate, I did gain a little  ability to affect where and how you existed. However, once I do this, I  will lose any ability to interfere in this universe. Should you chose to  accept this plan, once placing you and a gift for being my Agent,  something to help you succeed, I will no longer be able to access this  universe, either to help you should you need it or stop you should you  fall.

Harry thought back on the memories he had accumulated over  his lifetime. Memories of time spent with friends, memories of his  parents, memories of his failures, and memories of watching others  suffer … and Harry Potter knew in that moment what he was going to do.

"If I do this, I will be able to see my parents someday though, … right?" Harry asked.

Fate  replied, "Yes Harry, no matter what you decide and no matter what would  happen here, you have more than earned the right to be reunited with  your parents someday."

In a seemingly quieter voice Fate  continued, "Even if indeed there is another universe I ask you to  intervene in, you will never lose the right to be reunited, you shall  only be delayed."

"Well then, I have decided …"

Harry  noticed that his suspicion had been correct. He had indeed been heading  towards the planet apparently covered in sand. Over the past minute, the  planet had been getting bigger and bigger until the land below him  filled his entire vision.

Looking to the side Harry watched as he  flew by what could only be described as a spaceship, a incredibly shiny  and polished silver space ship that appeared to be quite streamlined in  its design, which aslo appeared to be descending towards the planets  surface, specifically a little grouping of buildings … A settlement? A  town? A city?

"How will I be able to make a difference though? I  had enough difficulty making a difference on my own world and I did not  have to leave my country. As a foreigner, how will I have even the  smallest chance to save the galaxy from … whoever the threat is.

"Do  not worry Harry, as mentioned, when you awake you will see the gift I  have given you. But more than that, you are not just going to start  existing here, but rather you will be in the body of an individual that  will have the opportunity to be close to relevant events throughout this  universe. While the journey will not always be easy, you have the  chance to make a difference. In order to help you start in this universe  I will also give you all the previous knowledge and skills of this  individual, it should help to make this transition easier for you and  should help prevent you from sticking out."

"This is all I can  offer you, I can not give more information about what you should do.  Your journey is up to you. I do however wish you the best of luck."

With  the end of that statement Harry felt a sensation that was difficult to  describe, it was as if something was there and now it was gone. He  realized that it likely meant that he had made his decision and Fate was  now removed from this universe and he was all on his own.

Harry  realized that his momentum had almost completely ceased and he was no  longer above the buildings but rather he was within one of the houses,  floating down towards a bed. As Harry found himself nearing the bed,  Harry watched as the pile of sheets moved slightly revealing that the  bed was occupied. Before Harry had anytime to process that he watched  his 'foot' start to make contact with the body in the bed.

Immediately  Harry felt a weird sensation as if he was standing too close to a  lightning strike. As this sensation lessened slightly Harry felt his  mind start to fill with knew knowledge … knowledge he knew for a fact he  had not learned in his past life. All of a sudden Harry knew about  robotics … he knew alien languages … he knew what a hydrospanner was …  he knew what …

Harry was roused from his current state as a voice  called from another rom, a voice that part of him knew he had never  heard before and yet another part of him this was the most comforting  voice in the world, it was the voice of … his mother.

"Ani, come down for breakfast. This is your last chance if you want to eat something before you head off to work …"

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