Don't Trust The Force Anakin! By fvdv123

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

Mr. George? I finally dared to enter your sandbox, don't worry, J.K. is holding my hand… you know what I mean. I am still doing this for free.

An: The preview comes from my Story Using The Force in Star Trek? It is a fun, well-written gem of a story, even if I say so myself.

Bottom line is that Anakin is born with the magic and memories from the Old Guy and Tom's Magic, in the first story Trust the Force Harry. I know, it is a Theme thing.

Preview:

I heard: "I call him Anakin, like his father."

That is a stupid name, really? My name is Harry, and we are in Star Trek, Alice… Alice? Why the fuck is someone slapping my ass? Bloody fuck! That hurts! I opened my eyes, it all was a blur to me, another slap made me shout in protest, they may do some SM, but in bloody moderation! Drugging me and tanning my butt cheeks is going too far!

"Ah, that is a healthy voice, we will register your child, he will receive his slave chip in three months. You are relieved from duty for that period."

Slowly it became clear, I am a bloody baby? Haven't I done this before?… Anakin? SON OF A BITCH!

1 Hot! Bloody hot!

Those naffers put me in Star Wars? Worse, in Anakin? He is a trouble magnet of the worst degree! I stopped thinking when Mum shoved her tit in my face. The taste of warm milk is not one of my favorites, but I have to suck it up for now… irony or sarcasm? Meh.

I reckon I have nine years to prepare, two of them are useless… hmm, from what age are we forced to work? In some regions on Earth, they start as early as four or five, well, most of them are orphans or abandoned, still, I am facing hard times.

Memories seeped in on how I handled it before, huh? I was a baby before this? When did that happen? Slowly my time in Westeros unlocked, especially how I survived Fleabottom. The dangers are different here though, no Varys to see if you are the bastard of Robert, but Jedi and Sith looking for kids to brainwash. At least I am armed with the knowledge of how to survive this mess.

During the first months, I limited myself to using only Magic at my meals, a quick Gemino spell on every mouthful provided enough to satisfy my hunger, that way, Mum got enough milk to help another mother out with a twin. It got her a lot of goodwill from the rest of the slaves.

When it was time to eat solid food, a small transfiguration made my food more nutritious, but looking the same. Transfigurations only last a day or two, but that is enough to digest the nutrients from Gemino-spelled food. For every mouthful it doubled, it even made me watch out for getting overweight. Every chance I got, I did the same for Mum. The result was a big healthy kid and a healthy mum.

Mother is a skilled mechanic, and I watched her all the time, trying to learn how all that stuff works, I have vague memories of Star ships but they are fading, no matter how I try to keep them in my mindscape, they slip away, my time in Westeros however became more clear every day.

From day one, I started to meditate and try to shield my Magic and hopefully my Force. Mother is working for a big slug named Gardulla, not that we saw a lot of him, we spent most of our time living in the repair shop. I decided it was best not to help Mum out, making her too valuable will prevent Watto to win us in a bet. Al I have to do is wait and learn until I am three years old.