The Rules of Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars. I make no profit from writing this story.

AN: Sorry for the wait. I'll try to be quicker with the next but I'm in a constant struggle with an original story I hope to have published. It seems like such a stupid idea—me, published? Still, I like to think my ideas are interesting enough (if I can ever get them written) that with a little help I could make it work. Sadly, I'm beginning to think original writing just isn't for me given the amount of trouble it's giving me.

Rule 4: Dobby is NOT Yoda in disguise.

I Am Your Father

Harry sighs as he walks up the stairs. Pretend he doesn't exist? What a stupid thing to tell him to do. Wouldn't the Dursleys get more sympathy if whoever was coming saw what caring and compassionate individuals Vernon and Petunia are, having taken in an orphaned child? Harry had always known they weren't the brightest crayon in the bunch but were they really that dim?

He enters his room, turning to close the door behind him. Turning around with nothing but the thought of throwing himself on the bed in his mind, he was horrified to see an ugly little creature already seated there. So, this was the thing that was watching him this morning.

The sounds, Dudley's piggy little voice asking to take the Mason's coats, from downstairs reminded him of where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. The creature hopped off the bed, making a near silent thud, before it bowed lowly to him.

Harry narrowed his eyes; if he squinted, the little creature reminded him of someone. As the thing unbent, Harry got a good look at it and his eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god! You're Yoda! I knew I wasn't a wizard. You've come to teach me about the Force, haven't you? Will I be your Padawan learner?" He asked very quickly, not even pausing for breath. Another thought sprang into being, his eyes widening further, though this time they filled with horror. His breath came in fits and gasps. "You've come to tell me about some great prophecy that says I need to defeat a great evil. It's Voldemort, isn't it? My father is Voldemort and it's my duty to defeat him; you've come to train me on how to do it, haven't you? To be trained by Yoda, it will be an honor," Harry nodded solemnly as he stared at Yoda with stars in his eyes.

Dobby backed away slowly, golf ball size eyes even wider in his silent panic. His mother always told him that if he encountered a crazy wizard to just nod and back away slowly–once at a safe distance, he was to disapparate immediately.

So, Dobby did just that, leaving a pouting Harry Potter behind.

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