1 Arrival on Korriban, and Meeting Mark Ragnos

7 year old Aria Potter was the worse pain in her admittedly short life. She had grown up with her aunt and uncle after her parents died, and had suffered abuse of all forms ever since Albus Dumbledore placed her here. Oh, she knew what she was. She had been shown visions of war, magic, and manipulating, Machiavellian old men. She knew she was in fact a Witch despite how much the Dursleys tell her "there's no such thing!". Aria could sense that they had been lying, and were afraid of her. It also explained lots of things that she did that were previously unexplainable.

She knew the truth. She was far more intelligent than anyone could possibly comprehend. She knew she had an Eidetic Memory that allowed her perfect recall, and that allowed her to rise to the top in her classes... much to the Dursleys' chagrin. They had threatened her and beat her for doing better than their precious little abomination, Dudley, but Aria didn't care. She didn't give them the satisfaction of lowering her intelligence just so the fat pig could look better. In fact, she hated the Dursleys so much, she purposely did far better in classes out of spite. And boy did that get her the beatings of the century, and yet, she thrived on the pain they inflicted upon her, she fed on their hatred and fear of her... and she also fed on her own hatred towards those insufferable bastards.

But today, the abuse had gone too far. Vernon had come home drunk, and was raging about how Aria was the one who costed him a promotion at Grunnings, accusing her of using her freakishness. He beat her worse than he had ever beaten her before, and had... done unspeakable things to her that left her sobbing in absolute pain and fear. When Vernon was done "teaching her a lesson", he threw the battered and naked form of Aria Potter into the cupboard and slammed the door shut.

Aria sobbed quietly, and felt like she was being drowned in a ocean of despair. "I wish I was free of this place. I wish I could escape from this hellhole. Anywhere would be better than here." She cried as she slipped into unconsciousness, not knowing that as soon as darkness claimed her, she vanished from that cupboard in #4 Privet Drive and appeared on the abandoned planet of Korriban in the Stygian Caldera as the Dark Side of the Force had heard her pleas, and sent her to a place where she would become the most powerful and feared Dark Lord of the Sith since her ancestor.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, several devices exploded at once, startling a scheming old man. Dumbledore rushed to see what had happened, and was starting to worry. For the instruments were tied with The-Girl-Who-Lived, Aria Potter. "Not good! Not good! Everything's stopped working! What happened!?!" He raged. "I need the brat malleable so I can use her for the Greater Good! I need to find out what happened so I can get her back and bring her to the Light. It's for the Greater Good!" He then turned towards his enslaved Phoenix. "Can you find her?" He asked, only for the Phoenix in question to shake his head "no". But in truth, Fawkes did know where Aria Potter was, and was glad for it. Aria might not be Light anymore, but where she was was better than being on Terra to be manipulated by the old man. If Aria came back and killed Dumbledore, than Fawkes would bond with her willingly. Dark Lady or not. What people didn't know was that when a Phoenix bonds with a truly dark being, they are reborn as Shadow Phoenixes, a price that Fawkes was willing to pay. He had seen the infant girl, and had taken to her. Oh he knew what she truly was. A Sith/Human hybrid, and a powerful one at that. Fawkes had been there when the true Sith race had come to Terra, and knew they still lived among the ignorant fools to this day. But he also knew that Aria was far more special than anyone else knew. And he looked forward to the day Dumbledore got what was his. And so Fawkes sat back and waited, knowing retribution was at hand.

Back on Korriban, Aria woke up in the red sands of the ancient planet, and felt a comfort that she had not felt in ages. "Welcome, Child of Korriban." An unidentifiable, disembodied voice echoed in the wind.

"Child of Korriban?" Aria asked.

"The planet in which you find yourself on. The home of the red Sith. Find me, my descendant." The voice replied, causing Aria to frown. She felt... different than before. Better, stronger, more powerful. But she also felt physical differences. She looked down at her still nude body, and noticed that she now had red skin with several ridges going down her chest, and felt more ridges on her back and forearms.

"Is this what I really look like? Was I never human at all?" She asked herself, but didn't ponder on the question as she felt herself being drawn towards a massive tomb. She could only stare in awe at the tomb before descending further, feeling an urging in the back of her mind, guiding her to something.

When she got to the heart of the tomb, she noticed a sarcophagus at the end of the room. "Welcome, my descendant, to the tomb of Marka Ragnos." The voice greeted, and soon an apparition appeared before her. It was rather intimidating, if Aria was perfectly honest with herself. The apparition had blue skin, soulless black eyes, sharp teeth, and incredible-looking robes, gauntlets, and a helmet.

"What do you mean 'descendant'?" Aria asked curiously.

"You are blood of my blood. I can sense it. My legacy has endured even when the Sith were all but destroyed. Many of our noble race had fled to the world known as Terra, and have flourished there. Even from my tomb, I have been watching my descendants, waiting for someone worthy." Marka replied.

"Worthy of what?" Aria asked.

"Why, to continue my legacy, of course! I was once the most feared Dark Lord of the Sith in history, yet, I was also revered. I had reigned over the Sith Empire for three thousand years, and went unchallenged... even on my deathbed." Marka replied, earning a whistle from the raven-haired girl.

"That's impressive. So you want me to continue what your Empire?" Aria asked.

"Yes. There was a time when I united the Sith creed, and brought it to what was known as the Golden Age of the Sith. But that time has long since passed. You must bring the Sith creed back from extinction. The Sith have slaughtered each other in bids for power, but now that one worthy of my blood has come, the Sith will rise from the ashes." Marka replied. "But enough of that. In my sarcophagus, are some ancient relics of my own design. Take them." He ordered as the lid of the sarcophagus slid off, revealing the corpse of Marka Ragnos, along with a pair of gauntlets, and a scepter. "The gauntlets were created to enhance Dark Side energy in the wearer. The scepter siphons and stores Dark Side energy, and can be used to release the Force in Force-sensitive individuals. Take them, and wreak havoc on your enemies." He informed.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aria Lily Potter." Aria introduced herself sheepishly as she grabbed the artifacts.

"Hmm... That was the name of the weak girl that couldn't stand up for herself while her relatives abused her. That name is your past, and it is history. No. From now on, you will be called Xaria Ragnos. I know what you want the most. To gain the power to destroy those who thought they could beat you into submission. You will be my Apprentice, and I shall teach you everything I know to ensure that you get what you desire." Marka assured. "But first, let's get you something to wear." He said as a replica of his robes appeared on the newly named Xaria.

"Sweet!" She said as she put on the gauntlets.

"Now, kneel before your new Master." Marka ordered, which Xaria immediately obeyed. "Your life as Aria Potter is no more. Once a weakling who let others railroad her into submission, now a strong and powerful young woman with the potential to destroy all who oppose her. Aria Potter is dead, and now Xaria Ragnos rises in her place. Rise, my new Apprentice, and hear my words." Marka ordered, which Xaria immediately obeyed.

"Now then. The first step in your training is to learn the Sith code.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion

Through passion, I gain strength

Through strength, I gain power

Through power, I gain victory

Through victory, my chains are broken

The Force shall set me free

This is the Sith code. Meditate on it, learn its meaning, and let it fill you. I shall be monitoring your progress very closely, my Apprentice." Marka said.

"Thank you, my Master." Xaria said as she began her first steps towards her revenge. Revenge for those who hurt her, revenge on Albus Dumbledore for his wrongdoings, revenge against all who thought to control her or kill her. She would show them that she is not so easily malleable or killable. The Dursleys couldn't kill her, and she would be damned if anyone thought they could succeed. With that thought, she focused her rage while reflecting upon the code.

(A/N: And cut! That's chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is my first fanfiction on this website, I just recently started this account when a representative messaged me on Wattpad, and I took up their offer to start making fanfictions on this site. Anyways, I've been trying to decide since I made this account what sort story I wanted to start with. I've had many ideas, and started on them, but threw them all away, but as I'm a Harry Potter fan, as well as a Star Wars fan, I thought I'd start with that... though what kind of Harry Potter/Star Wars crossover ideas, I had no idea what to settle on, but eventually I settled on this. I do hope you guys enjoyed it, let me know what you thought about it, and what you'd like to see in future chapters, and I'll see you in the next chapter. Ciao!)