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    “Master??” Anakin asked in confusion, trying to force his stubborn eyes to stay open and focus. This was Anakin’s Master, but he looked the way he did ten years ago! Undoubtedly, he was even younger than that; the evidence hung behind his right ear and down to his shoulder – he was a Padawan. Anakin sat up in shock. “Master, what’s going on?”

    Obi-Wan looked back over his own shoulder, but there was no one there. Who was this boy talking to? Who was he calling Master? “Uhh. . . I, uhhh. . . I’m. . .” Obi-Wan started to back away.

    “Obi-Wan?” Anakin tried again.

    Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks. “You – you know me?”

    “Of course I know you!” Anakin’s expression was painted with horror. “You don’t know me??” he asked unnerved.

    *****Obi-Wan Kenobi goes to sleep as a thirty-six-year-old Jedi Master and wakes up as a seventeen-year-old Padawan. *****

    "You’re with me, and I’m with you,” Anakin said assuredly. “You rescue me, and I rescue you. We will always save each other. When I am weak, you are strong. When you are weary, I will be your strength. You are the light to my darkness. You give me balance. You give me peace, and all I want is to give you the same.”

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    In September of 1971, Severus Snape finds a forgotten portrait of the Slytherin family in a dark corner of the Slytherin Common Room. At the time, he has no idea that talking portrait will affect the rest of his life.

    On 31st July 1995, Harry Potter disappears from Little Whinging a few minutes after midnight. The means of his departure are unfathomable, and the Order's only relief in their concern is the fact that Voldemort was not responsible.

    The rest of Wizarding Britain is too busy tearing down their Wizarding Savior via the press to be much concerned, at least until certain Slytherin allies decide that enough is fucking well enough.

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