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    “No post on Sundays” Uncle Vernon announced happily, “No damn letters today-”
    Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. The next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets.
    “That does it!” he snapped, his beady little eyes focused solely on Harry, “It’s you that they want. And they won’t stop coming after us until you’re… gone”.
    Harry didn't like the sound of that.
    “But Vernon, we can’t! You heard what that- that despicable old man told us!”
    “Don’t worry, pet” Vernon said, his nasty grin triumphant, “I’ll leave him someplace so far away that those freaks will never trace him back to us. There’s an institute up north, for these- these hopeless cases and whatnot - St Brutus's Secure Centre for Boys. I’ll leave him there, and then we can get back to our nice, normal life”.

    Or, the one where Harry doesn't attend Hogwarts in first year but finds his way to the wizarding world anyway, and this changes everything.

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    01 Dec 2025

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    The Creche Masters were often considered the last line of defence against external threats. Today marked the first time in centuries that their hand was forced. Alarms echoed through the eerily empty halls. In the distance, the sound of battle could be heard but it had not yet reached the heart of the Temple quite yet.

    The fight ahead would not be pretty. It would not be long before it arrived.

    The tall ornate doors leading to the most inner sanctum of the Coruscant Temple had been shut and locked. Behind it, the Jedi Younglings were being readied for evacuation.

    In front of the door stood a lone figure.

    This was hardly the first time Creche Master Obi-Wan Kenobi acted as a sentry, though this position might just be his most crucial one. His huddle of Younglings were behind the doors at his back, and he would die before letting anyone through those doors.

    He stood still, unmoving and unafraid. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan took his saber and held it. He knew what he had to do, and he would stop at nothing to do it.

    These Mandalorians would pay for breaking into the Temple with their lives.
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    Or, a Creche Master Kenobi / Mand’alor Jaster AU

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    21 Nov 2025

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    Mandalorians had this odd sense of humour where they liked watching strangers get teary eyed from eating the spiciest dishes.

    “Familiar with pirpaak ?”

    “Not this particular one, but familiar enough to know what to expect.” Ben replied.

    Food was an important part of Mandalorian culture. Aliite tended to have conflict over whose dish was the better recipe. It was like Jedi and their tea blends.

    “Where did you have it?”

    “Sundari.” Ben replied, “It was a lifetime ago.”

    “Ughh, Sundari’s drap? What’s the name of the place?”

    “I am unsure, though it might have been a bit spicier than this one.” Ben hid a smile at the outrage that followed his claim by taking another bite. Pretending not to notice the chaos he had caused, Ben glanced at the Mand’alor who was watching him in amusement.

    “Ever visited Keldabe?”

    Ben hid a laugh. “Only ran through it, really.”

    “What a shame. I will show you around.” Jaster offered.

    Ben smiled, “I would not say no to that.”
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    In which Ben Kenobi realises that it was only fair if the Sith actually had a player sitting on the opposite side of the invisible chessboard they had created.

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    22 Jan 2025

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    Part 3 of The Evans Boy

    Deathly Hallows stuff

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    26 Sep 2025

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    Their first act of rebellion might just be their last.

    They were distracted when the wrecked ship suddenly made a groaning noise. The metal whined as if something bent it, moving it. But that was not possible. It should not be possible. Both rebels froze as their eyes locked onto the origin of the noise. Blaster fire halted as everyone watched the ship with confusion and interest.

    A hand punched through the rubble, catching the attention of both the troopers as well as the rebels. The figure pulled themselves up slowly, climbing out on top of the wreckage.

    A copper haired humanoid man, dressed in robes and white battle armour stood on top of the rubble. The sigil on his shoulder proudly bearing the symbol of the Jedi Order which fell so long ago. With his features almost shining in the dim light, his eyes glowed blue but seemed glazed over, unseeing but drawn to the light regardless.

    That was a Jedi.

    “...General Kenobi?”

    They flinched violently when the Jedi turned his gaze in their direction. Blue glowing eyes aimed in their direction but not quite on them, like the Jedi could not see them.
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    Or, Obi-Wan wakes up in the future in a Galaxy he does not recognise.

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    24 May 2025

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