Three Wandering Stars

Chapter 5:

Throughout his time of watching Harry grow, Ben had felt many emotions. Happiness, pride, anger towards those who tormented the child, regret, and a overwhelming amount of love were a few.
However, he had never felt absolute terror.
He had watched as Harry had become angered by the realisation that his relatives had been keeping crucial information concerning his past, a secret from him for his entire life.
Ben had been afraid that he would become angered towards himself. He wouldn't blame him. After all, Ben had out-right told him that he knew more than he was letting on, but couldn't say anything because The Force was preventing him. However, Harry was not angry at him. He was understanding of his reasoning.
No, all of his anger was directed towards the people who had tormented him for almost ten years.
Ben was relieved when Harry had used a Jedi mind-trick to get the young boy Dudley out of the room. That boy was almost as much of a victim of his parents' attitude and behaviour as Harry was. Ben could sense that he was on a path leading to a truly horrible future. However, with Harry's intervention and mercy, his path more have been altered for the better. Ben was extremely proud of his Son's decision to show mercy towards the boy who had bullied him for so long.
However, he was absolutely horrified when Harry's interrogation of the Dursleys began.
With every second that passed, he could sense the anger building inside of his son. Within only a few minutes, in was poring off of him in waves. Ben had not felt such anger since... Well, himself.
Once the Dursleys began insulting Harry's adopted parents, Ben knew that Harry would not be able to hold back the darkness any longer. Ben knew by now that Harry was more protective over the people he loved, and more likely to react to an insult directed towards them than he was an insult directed towards himself. So Ben was not surprised when Harry reacted so drastically.
However, he was still horrified when he saw the young boy, only a week away from being Eleven, lift a fully grown man in the air with a powerful Force choke. Ben knew this to be a favourite method of torture and execution by Darth Vader. Ben thought that it must have been horrifying to see such an action done by such a monstrosity. However, he thought that it was even more terrifying to see a mere child do the same action.
However, this was nothing compared to the inordinate amount of terror that he had felt upon seeing Harry's next reaction to an insult directed towards the Potters.
If Ben was alive, he knew that his heart would have stopped beating and his blood would have run cold. He could not find the words to describe how he felt upon seeing his son, who was normally so balanced, who was so kind, even to those who had tormented him, commit an action that Kylo Ren had been infamous for.
At the time, he knew that constantly throwing temper tantrums was childish. However, he had been so full of anger, that he needed some sort of outlet to take out his rage. He did not wish to anger Snoke by constantly killing the soldiers of The First Order. Hence, he took his anger out on the equipment.
The only good part about his tantrums were that it gave him quite a reputation among the storm-troopers. They soon knew not to anger the commander of the Knights of Ren.
However, upon seeing Harry commit the same action, he was filled with absolute terror, the likes for which he had not felt since he had sensed Rey briefly die after defeating Palpatine.
Once Harry had moved his meager belongings into the room that he had just claimed while the Dursley were still in shock, he had sat upon the old warn bed and sob. Ben could sense the regret and the horror at what he had done poring off of his child. So he had done as he had always done, and rapped the boy in the closest thing Ben could manage to a hug. He had comforted him the best he could. However, he himself was still dealing with his own emotions.
Ben had been told, many times, that Harry was capable of harnessing both sides of The Force, and keeping the balance within himself. However, just because he was more capable of being balanced than the average Force user, it did not mean that it was easy.
Ben knew from personal experience, that it was easy to let the more chaotic aspects of The Force control you. That was why many found it difficult to remain completely balanced.
However, he was proud at the restraint that Harry showed, even if the boy did not know it. Harry could have easily blown up the house and killed the Dursleys in his anger. The Force knew that those monsters deserved it after so long.
However, without even knowing it, Harry had shown restraint and had spared his tormentors. This was truly something to be proud of.
He was still not sure if it was the wisest decision to allow Harry to go to Hogwarts. There were many there whom he did not trust with the safety of his son.
However, in the end it was Harry's decision. And anyway, both he and Harry were curios about the Force Users of this world. They had both sensed that The Force flowed differently here. However, they had not had the opportunity to explore more. This would give them this opportunity to learn more concerning the people whom called themselves witches and wizards.
For the most part, Ben's focus had been on Harry and keeping his son as safe as he could, given the circumstances. However, he had managed a few glimpses into the wizarding world, primarily focused around the old wizard whom he remembered was called Dumbledore.
Ben really, really, did not like the man. Not only did he just abandon his fifteen month old son on a cold doorstep without even knocking on the door, but he had truly devious plans revolving around Harry, which were worthy of Palpatine himself.
Dumbledore suspected that the dark wizard Voldemort was still alive, and that for some reason Harry was the only one capable of defeating him. So, Dumbledore decided that it would be best to train Harry to become the ultimate weapon, willing to do what was necessary for what the old man perceived as the greater good.
It had been him who altered the memories and behaviour of the teachers at Harry's school, and who had compelled Miss Bennet to go far away.
The old man believed that, due to Lily Potter's sacrifice, Harry was protected by their "Shared blood". Therefore, he came to the conclusion that Harry would be safest with the only remaining blood relative of Lily Potter, Petunia Dursley.
Ben could not help the bitter laugh that escaped him at the thought.
Harry was not even related to Lily Potter by blood. So any protection from the shared blood between the two sisters was non-existent. Not that Dumbledore knew this. The Potters had been very secretive when it came to their Son's true origin.
Now, Ben feared that Dumbledore would try to further manipulate his son. So he followed the owl as it flew back to Hogwarts. Once it reached the old castle, Ben used The Force to ensure the letter reached a more desirable target than Dumbledore.
Ben remembered that night, when his son had been left at the Dursleys. He remembered that there was one, a rather stern looking witch, who had protested at the idea of leaving Harry there. Ben had observed her from time to time, and knew that she had a good heart and a firm mind-set.
So Ben directed the owl to professor Minerva McGonagall. He knew that che would insure Harry would receive the response he needs.

A few days after sending the letter, Harry was woken by a tapping on his window. He got out of bed to see that it was another owl, with a letter attached to it's leg. Harry opened the window to let the bird in.
"Ben?" He called.
At once, he could sense the presence of his constant companion and mentor.
"I've gotten a response, if you want to hear it." Harry said.
"Go ahead." Ben replied.
Harry untied the letter from the owl's leg and opened it. He sat down on his bed and began to read.

Dear Mr Potter,
I am pleased that you seem so enthusiastic about attending Hogwarts this year. It shall be good to see you when term starts, as long as you do not cause too much trouble.
However, I was concerned when reading that you lacked any knowledge concerning the magical world. I was under the impression that you would have been informed by now, concerning yours and your parents' world. It is unfortunate to see that this is not the case.
While I am busy with preparations for the new year, I believe I will be able to make time to assist you in gathering your school supplies in approximately two weeks from now, on say, the fifth of August? Please send me your reply confirming whether or not this date works for you.
I look forward to our meeting.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Harry sucked in a deep breath.
"Well, what do you think Ben, should I trust her?"
Ben was silent for a long time.
"While I believe you should be cautious around anyone whom you do not know, I also believe that you should trust how you feel concerning this woman."
Harry thought for a long time. Then, he grabbed some paper and pen and began to write his reply. After a little bit, he attached the letter to the leg of the owl, who promptly flew off again.
Harry then went downstairs to where the Dursleys were watching the new TV that Uncle Vernon had bought after Harry had absolutely destroyed the first one.
"Excuse me?" He said.
Both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon jerked in shock. Harry was surprised to not see Dudley there. However, he supposed that this should have been expected, considering how much all three Dursleys had changed over the past few days.
After Harry's little Jedi mind-trick, Dudley had indeed gone to his room, where he spent several ours reflecting upon his life so far. The results were surprising, to say the least.
Dudley had stopped eating so much food, claiming that he did not want to die of obesity before he was twenty. He had also stopped demanding everything and everything, and was now more careful with his belongings.
However, the greatest surprise was that he no longer went out to bully other children. More than that, Dudley had actually apologised to Harry for the years of harassment, and claimed that he was only doing what he thought would get his parents happy with him so they would buy him more stuff.
While Harry still felt that no amounts of sorry could take back all the years of beatings and Harry-hunting, he still felt that Dudley was now on a path to a better future.
Another change had been the two elder Dursleys. Ever since Harry's little temper tantrum, they had both been very nervous around him, scarred that the slightest mistake could set him off again. Harry knew that, if the circumstances were different, then he might have been amused at how skittish they were now acting.
However, he could only feel guilt and regret. Even though they had tormented him for as long as he could remember, Harry did not want anyone to look at him in fear.
The only good part about the new situation was that Harry could practically get away with anything. He no longer had a long list of chores, which meant he could now devote more of his time to his training.
Now, he watched as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia glanced at him in fear.
"Y Yes?" Aunt Petunia stuttered.
"I've just come here to inform you that someone from Hogwarts will be coming here on the fifth of August to help me buy my supplies for school." He replied.
"O Okay." Uncle Vernon stuttered.
And with that, Harry left the house for another long day of training on the millennium Falcon.

On the day of August fifth, the Dursleys were up surprisingly early. Apparently, they were going out for the day and wanted an early start. Both Harry and Ben could sense that they were actually terrified at the prospect of a fully-grown wizard appearing at their door-step, especially after Harry's little display from which the adult Dursleys were still recovering.
So, before it was even 9:00 a.m., the three Dursleys were out the door and down the street, leaving Harry alone.
Ben and Harry had discussed what exactly they should do when their escort came. Should they reveal Harry's current living conditions, or should they keep it a secret? How should Harry act around them?
Eventually, they decided that it would be best to try to convince whomever came to take Harry shopping for his supplies that where Harry was currently living was not a good place for him, and that something had to be done. This was truly the best idea, as neither Harry, nor Ben, wanted a repeat of the TV incident.
At 10:00 a.m. sharp, Harry sensed an unfamiliar presence suddenly appear down the street. He waited at the door as the figure approached. Soon, they were at the door. As soon as Harry heard the person knocking on the door, he opened it.
On the other side was a woman whom appeared in her middle-aged, with a stern appearance and a tight bun.
"Good morning." He greeted. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," The woman said with a slight Scottish accent. "I am looking for Mr Harry Potter."
"Depends, who is asking?" Harry replied.
"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of a school called Hogwarts." She replied.
Harry let his lips twitch in a small smile.
"Well, you have come to the right place. I am Harry Potter, and it is a pleasure to meet you Ma'am. Please, come in, take a seat. Do you wish for any refreshments?"
Professor McGonagall blinked and stepped into the house confusedly.
"Are your guardians here?"
Harry allowed a slight frown.
"No. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia have taken my cousin Dudley, out for the day. Please, let me take you to the living room. May I offer you some tea?"
"That would be nice, thank you." Professor McGonagall replied as he led her into the living room.
"But, did they leave you alone here?"
Harry shrugged.
"Yeah. I'm surprised they trusted me so much to have free rein of the house. Usually when they go out, I'm left in my... Well, anyway, I'll get the kettle boiling. Do you mind if we have a brief chat before we go to gather my supplies?"
Harry could sense that McGonagall was quickly becoming suspicious about his living conditions. This was good. Ben and he had agreed to be brutally honest about how he had had to suffer, and that was what he was doing.
Once Harry had prepared the tea and had given it to Professor McGonagall, he sat on one of the plush arm chairs and she sat on the couch facing him.
"Well," She said after a while. "I must say, Mr Potter. Your reply was quite... Unexpected."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Do you mean that you weren't expecting a reply?"
Professor McGonagall shook her head.
"No, I am speaking of the contents."
"Oh?" Harry replied.
"Yes." McGonagall continued. "I was under the impression that you would have been... More informed."
"I am afraid you were mistaken." Harry replied.
"Did your Aunt and Uncle not tell you anything?"
Harry shrugged.
"All they ever told me was that my parents were drunks who died in a car crash."
McGonagall was so shocked that she actually spilt her tea. Harry grabbed one of the napkins which Aunt Petunia always kept on the coffee table and handed it to her.
"A car crash?" The woman spluttered. "A car crash kill Lily and James Potter?"
Harry was slightly amused to hear that Professor McGonagall's Scottish accent seemed to become more dominant in her anger.
"I take it that that was not the case." He said.
"Well, of course not." McGonagall replied. "A car crash in deed... Well I never... And to think, they told this to a child... Albus you..."
"If you do not mind," Harry interrupted her mutters. "Do you think you could inform me of how exactly my parents died?"
"Yes, well," McGonagall began. "It... It is a hard story." She sighed. "But I suppose you should hear it, if you are to return to our world."
She sipped the little tea she had left and began the tale.
"You see, around twenty years ago, a dark wizard rose to power. This wizard, all were afraid to say his name. He desired to dominate over the magical world and destroy all those he believed unworthy of magic. The only one who was brave enough to stand against him was Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore led a group of resistance against the dark wizard and his forces. Your parents were two members of this resistance..."
"If I may," Harry interrupted. "Do you think you could use the dark wizard's name?"
McGonagall shifted uncomfortably.
"I... I can't."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Why not? It isn't like he's going to jump out of the curtains."
McGonagall sucked in a deep breath.
"Fine. The dark wizard was called, Voldemort. Though most just call him You-Know-Who."
Harry nodded.
"I am sorry. I was just curious about the name. If you feel uncomfortable say it, then please, you do not have to say it."
McGonagall sighed.
"Thank you."
She continued her story.
"Eventually, just after your birth, Voldemort decided to target you and your parents. No one knows why. All that is known is that on October 31 almost ten years ago, Voldemort attacked your family home in Godric's Hollow. He managed to kill your parents, but were unable !o kill you."
Harry could sense that she was beginning to feel sorrow at the memory of his parents' deaths, so he grabbed her another napkin.
"Thank you." She replied, blowing her noise. "Anyway, on that night, you survived, but You-Know-Who was also destroyed. No one knows how, but the only mark that was left from that night was the scar on your forehead."
Harry unconsciously lifted his hand to brush his fingers on his lightning-bolt shaped scar.
"Since then, you have become famous in our world." McGonagall continued. "There is not a child in our world that does not know your name."
"Then how," Harry finally said. "Did I end up here?"
McGonagall sighed.
"Albus, Professor Dumbledore, believed that you would be safe here with your Mother's family. He believed that here, you could be raised in a loving environment away from the spotlight..."
Harry snorted.
"Incredible. A loving environment, huh?"
McGonagall sighed and shook her head.
"I tried convince Albus that this was not a good idea. But he would not listen to me. But surely they couldn't have treated you that badly. You seem healthy enough."
Harry scoffed.
"Oh really?" He asked. "Then how do you explain this?"
From out of his pocket, he drew the envelop from his Hogwarts letter. He practically shoved it under her nose.
"Look carefully at the address." He said.
McGonagall took the envelop from him and looked at it. Harry could sense her going from curiosity, to shock, to anger.
"The cupboard... Under the stairs?" She said in a shaking voice.
"Yes." Harry replied. "That is where I used to sleep, up until a week or two ago."
McGonagall's hands were shaking. Harry allowed her a few moments to regain her composer before continuing.
"It was also where the Dursleys put me whenever they wanted to punish me for behaviour which they believed to be, "freakish", and where they would lock me whenever they wanted to go out."
Harry took a deep breath.
"I am sure you are curious as to how a mere eleven year old knows how to perfectly make tea. Well, I learnt how to do such things, as well as make several meals including a full English breakfast, from the age of five. I also learnt how to clean the house, tend the garden, and do various other household tasks. My relatives believed that I should do such things to earn my keep."
He could sense the emotions poring off of McGonagall. Among them were predominantly anger. However, there was also sorrow and guilt.
"I..." She stammered. "Didn't anyone notice...?"
"On my very first day of primary school, my treatment here had been put under much scrutiny." Harry replied. "The Dursleys were headed for a whole lot of trouble. However, after a week, it was as if nothing had happened, and everyone ignored any sines of abuse from me and bad behaviour from my cousin. The teacher who had originally brought up the problem had disappeared, along with any suspicion against my relatives. It was like magic."
Professor McGonagall broke into furious mutterings. It got to the point where Harry could not understand her. He wasn't even sure if she was even speaking English any more. After a few minutes, he decided to break her out of her fury.
"Professor," He began.
Instantly, she broke out of her furious tirade.
"I am hoping that you could possibly help me. There was an... Incident, when I confronted my relatives concerning my letter. They, more Uncle Vernon, insulted my parents, which resulted in me... Breaking the TV. Thankfully, that was the only thing that was broken. However, I do not wish to repeat the experience, as I fear that next time I may destroy something more than a TV. So I beg you, please, is there something, anything, you can do to get me away from here."
For a long time, Professor McGonagall just sat there, staring at him. Finally, she spoke.
"Yes, I do believe that this is hardly an environment for a young wizard. I shall see what can be done."
"Thank you." Harry replied.
McGonagall sighed.
"I am so sorry, Mr Potter."
"That's okay, professor." Harry replied. "I highly doubt you had much say in where I went after my parents died."
McGonagall sighed again.
"Yes, but I should have tried harder." She argued. "I was here you know. Sat watching your relatives for an entire day before Dumbledore arrived to leave you with these people. I told him that they were the worst sort. But did he listen to me? Of course not."
Harry chuckled. He could sense that McGonagall would become one of his favourite teachers. She seemed to genuinely care, which was something which Harry had hardly seen in a person, excluding Miss Bennet and of course Ben.
"Do not worry, Professor McGonagall." Harry replied. "I do not blame you for Dumbledore's actions. At least you tried."
McGonagall sighed. Harry cleared his throat.
"Well, that was all I had to say. If you are ready, I believe we should go and get my supplies."

McGonagall had taken him to London, through the use of something called Apporition. Harry had to admit, he did not wish to repeat the experience.
The old witch led him through a dingy old pub called the Leaky Caldron, to a brick wall. Harry observed carefully as she tapped certain bricks to open an arch-way.
Harry could not prevent his jaw from dropping at the sight.
So many people dressed in robes. So many shops selling items he had never imagined. And oh, The Force.
The Force just seeped through everything in this alley. It was so overwhelming.
Eventually, McGonagall had led him to the wizarding bank, Gringots.
After a long cart ride down to his vault where he gathered a large amount of money, as you never know when you might need some extra, Professor McGonagall took him to the robes shop, Madam Malcon's.
"I have to lurches some new supplies for my lessons." She said. "I am in dire need of new tortoises after last year's disaster. Will you be alright here?"
"Yes Professor." Harry replied.
After McGonagall left, Harry entered the shop. Instantly, the witch in charge led him to the back, where another boy with very light hair stood on a stool. He was placed on a stool next to this boy.
"Hogwarts too?" The boy asked in a drawling voice.
"Yes." Harry replied.
"My Father is off buy books while my Mother is looking at wands." The boy continued.
Harry had the impression that this was heavily rehearsed.
"Really?" Harry replied. "Because I was under the impression that only the wizard in question could find his wand."
"Yes... Well..." The boy stammered, not expecting this response. "Where are your parents then?" He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"They're dead." Harry replied.
"Oh, sorry." The boy replied, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were, you know, one of us?"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Do you mean a witch and wizard? Yes, but I hardly see how that matters."
"Oh." The boy replied. "I see."
Harry frowned. McGonagall had mentioned that many old wizarding families believed that people who came from non-magical families were somehow less worthy of magic. Harry of course, found this ridiculous.
"Tell me, do you believe that people who come from old wizarding families are somehow more worthy of magic than those who do not?" He asked.
"Of course." The boy replied, a little too quickly for Harry's opinion. "Some families are just better than others."
"Oh really?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me, who are you to say who is and who isn't worthy of magic?"
The boy spluttered, but Harry continued.
"After all, you are just an eleven year old boy."
"My Father..." He spluttered.
"Is just a man." Harry retorted. "No man, no matter how old the family, can dictate who is and who isn't worthy. It should be up to The F... Magic, who is and who isn't worthy of it's gifts."
"I..." The boy began, but stopped.
Harry could sense that he had planted the seeds of doubt in his mind. But before the conversation could continue, Harry was informed that he was done.
"Well, I suppose I shall see you at school." He said to the boy who was still in shock.
And with that, Harry left the shop.
McGonagall was not back yet, so Harry decided to wait for her. However, his plans changed once he felt The Force drawing him to somewhere.
This somewhere ended up being a shop full of magical pets. There was one that he was specifically drawn to. And before he knew it, he was the proud owner of a snowy white owl.
When McGonagall returned, she seemed somewhat amused.
"I thought I left you to get your robes."
"I did." Harry replied. "But then this beauty just started calling to me."
McGonagall seemingly rolled her eyes.
"Well, let us get the rest of your supplies."
After a while, all that was left was for Harry to get his wand.
Both he and Ben were curious to see these strange focuses for The Force.
Once he entered Olivander's shop, he was astounded by the amount of force energy that permeated the air. On every wall, he could sense a strong presence in The Force.
Suddenly, Harry could sense a person sneaking up behind him. He instantly turned to face an old man.
"Olivander, I presume?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
Olivander smiled.
"Indeed. Quite observant, Mr Potter." He said. "I must admit, not many are able to not be fooled by my little trick."
"I'm not most people." Harry replied.
"Indeed your not."
Harry had the distinct impression that Olivander was more powerful than he was letting on.
After the old wand-maker had finished taking his measurements with an enchanted measuring tape, he was given wand after wand.
None seemed to work. And with every failed wand, Olivander seemed to get more excited.
Eventually, Harry decided to close his eyes and let The Force guide him. When he managed to find the wand that felt right, Olivander seemed to become extremely excited.
"How curious." The old man muttered.
"What's curious?" Harry asked.
"This wand," Olivander said. "Holy and Phoenix feather. The Phoenix who provided this feather provided one other. It is curious that you would chose this wand, when it's brother gave you that scar."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Yes, well," McGonagall suddenly said, clearing her throat. "We have a very busy day. If you could please give Mr Potter a price for his wand, we will be leaving."
And with that, Harry paid for his wand and left the shop.

After hesitantly dropping Harry back off at the Dursleys, Professor McGonagall went straight to Hogwarts. Ben watched in amusement as the witch stormed into Dumbledores office. This was going to be fun. Ben was only sorry he didn't have pop-corn.
Ben would have felt petty for the man. Minerva McGonagall was truly a terrifying woman. However, after all that the wizard had done to hurt his son, Ben was not feeling that merciful. If he were still alive, then regardless of him being Ben Solo or Kylo Ren, the office would have been absolutely destroyed in a matter of seconds.
"Having fun?"
Ben turned in surprise to see his Father.
Ben knew that, within the Cosmic Force, it was possible to communicate with anyone, regardless of their previous Force sensitivity. He knew that he could very easily talk to both of his parents.
It wasn't that he was avoiding his parents. It was just that... Okay, he was avoid his parents.
They had been there to greet him with open arms upon his death. It appeared that they forgave him for all that he had done.
However, Ben hadn't yet forgiven himself.
It was especially hard with his Father.
Every time he looked at Han Solo, he could not help but think of how he had killed him. Of how his Father had practically begged him to come home, how he had given him nothing but love and kindness, and he had paid this by running him through with his lightsabre.
"Dad." He said, tensely.
Han sighed.
"Ben, we really should talk."
Ben shook his head.
"No, I should go check on Harry..."
"No." Han replied. "Look, I get it. You're still feeling sorry for what happened."
Ben looked down. Han put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry. I was never angry at you."
Ben could feel tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He muttered.
"Hey, hey." Han said. "Don't worry. All that matters is that you did the right thing in the end. And hey, you've done a pretty good job with that kid of yours."
Ben smiled.
"Harry is amazing, just like his mother."
"And his father." Han replied. "He's so much like you, so curious about everything. He even looks like you. I can still remember when you first showed him the Falcon..."
"You saw that?" Ben asked.
Han grinned.
"We all saw that." He replied. "Leia was in tears. And do not listen to what she, Luke or anyone says, I was not crying."
Ben laughed.
"Of course you weren't."
Both men laughed. Then, they turned back to where McGonagall was still yelling at Dumbledore.
"She is terrifying." Ben said.
"She could give Chewy a run for his money." Han agreed.
Ben grinned.
"I bet if the template for the clone army was Minerva McGonagall, the old Republic would have one the clone wars within a week."
Both men laughed again.
"Do you think Harry will be alright?" Ben asked.
Han smiled.
"That kid will be fine. He's tougher than you know. And anyway, he's got you and the rest of us backing him up, even the ones who can't be seen."
Ben smiled.
"Thank you."
"Hey, don't worry about it." Han replied. "But please, come visit some time. We miss you."
"I'll try." Ben replied. "But I'll have to see when Harry isn't in danger of getting himself in trouble."
Han groaned.
"He's part Skywalker, part Solo, and part Palpatine. He's always in danger of getting himself in trouble."
"Don't bet on it." Ben replied.
Both men laughed again, before Ben decided it was time for him to return to Harry. Before he left, Han stopped him.
"Hey, one more thing." Han said.
"Yes?"
"Ben, I proud of you." Han said. "You've really done a good job with Harry. I'm sure that one day, he'll be one hell of a Force User."
Ben smiled.
"Thank you."
And with that, father and son parted.