Chapter One

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Mantika was more upset by the loss of creature comforts than the loss of the Force. He had been able to connect to this world's primal magic. It was different and much more limited than the Force. It gave visions and allowed the enchantment of animals, people and some objects. Sometimes there was a brush with magic that increased its powers near to the Force. Thankfully, his training had allowed him to channel the magic into immortality after a fashion. He aged at the rate of 10 years a millennium allowing him to live in society and continue his work on the fringes until time the time was right.

He decided to fade into the Wizarding World and be quiet. Never becoming popular, but allowing people to seek succor at his side. Rarely did he touch the Dark Magics, even though he had already mastered the animation of corpses as servitors. He animated rather mundane objects to serve as his servants; except a wooden carving that resembled his destroyed spacecraft. Then when the Dark Wizard Voldemort rose he took small actions that would be imperceptible to one not versed in Sith Alchemy.

He warded the town against Death Eaters; the name made him sick that a respectable Darth would even think about that name. He would kill Sidious when he was freed from this prison.
His journal where it referred to the Traitor was written in Sith. Few knew the language and even fewer dared to approach his heavily fortified and warded tower.

Sadly, the most promising Apprentices died to Voldemort. However, some enchantment reduced the Dark Lord's power. He no longer cared about their pitiful imitation of a Darth; the offspring of the Apprentices bore watching. The young one was put through trials that would make a Sith Apprentice laugh. When he grew to his eleventh year Hogwarts contacted the boy; at that point Mantika understood he should follow the boy somehow.

One possible way was to finally declare his powers after he set up a suitable past; another was to become an instructor. Becoming a suitable instructor was a problem as that would require a Sith glamour that would be impossible to maintain in the event of a background investigation. Easier and more deceptive was to create a false family that could be killed so he could be a ward of the school. Easily he did this with a fraction of his might and Sith Alchemy. Implanting memories among the populace was so easy with a few elementary Sith Alchemy techniques. The golems that were his parents passed muster quickly. Once the charade was started and he achieved enough exposure with them; he killed them off.

Once the townsfolk got word of the murder and the orphan left in its wake the Ministry adopted him as ward of the state. Eventually, he received his letter and embarked on the greatest test of a Sith there was.

A/N- Well, How do you like this. Read and Review please, no flames for those will be used to heat my dorm room. I might raise the rating of this in a few chapters. Might add BTVS in a couple chapters.