(TO PREVIOUS PAGE)  “It was a great idea from you, Lucius, to use the Polyjuice Potion to completely trick those unsuspecting Jedi. And you too, young Draco, you played your part of a Jedi prisoner so convincingly. You certainly have the potential to become a very powerful Sith Lord.”

As Darth Sauron spoke, the three Sith noticed a small, but heavy looking golden ring in his palm, which they recognised as the legendary One Ring.

Their eyes lit up greedily, as they stared at the object and licked their lips in anticipation, a sudden, intense desire building up inside them, to take the Ring as their own.

Darth Sauron cackled when he saw his comrades setting their eyes on the Ring. “The Sith will be invincible because of this one object!” he declared, “It was forged by me, from the fires of Mustafar! And it is the Ring of ultimate power! With its help, I will become the most powerful Sith Lord even known to the galaxy! We Sith will rule the Empire together! My Ring contains more power than those puny little magic wands of yours! I cannot be destroyed by anybody, as long as this Ring is in my possession! The only one capable of rivalling my powers would be myself!”

“And so, we shall start my conquest for ultimate power and glory, with the demise of the so-called Chosen One! Let’s see how Chosen he feels now! Hope he has witnessed what we did to his puny little Jedi friends and see what he thinks of that!”

Completely, literally powerless and trapped inside his small cage, Harry had heard and witnessed everything because he was within full view of the events taking place right there and then, including the murder of his two best friends. And he was filled with an unspeakable rage and frustration, which he had never felt before, in all his years of training as a Jedi. A rage so evil and a temptation so enormously great, that Harry literally wanted to claw the Sith with his bare hands.

Frustrated, he clawed on the bars of the cage, and even tried to bite it with his teeth, but, as expected, it didn’t work.

Using all of his strength to summon the Force didn’t help him either. Harry’s scrawny frame was boiling with anger from within and his lightning scar hurting more than ever.

But Harry forced himself to take a deep breath.

Control, he thought. Focus. He could not let his anger overwhelm him. Harry felt as though he was fighting a private battle within him. He could not let himself succumb to anything. He had to resist all temptations. His willpower had to be strong. He had to be determined.

Remember the Jedi code, Harry told himself. For he was a Jedi, not a Sith. 

He had to think of a way out of this, without using any form of violence or anger, for he was not a Sith.

Slowly, Harry began to drop his guard, meditate and relax himself. Sooner or later, he would find a solution, and a way out of this mess.

The mediation helped, because he began to slowly calm down. The effect was slow, but at least it was working.

And he was so deep in thought and in his semi-conscious state, that he didn’t notice his surroundings were suddenly bathed in a ray of golden light, and the door of his cage was quietly, but surely, being opened. (TO NEXT PAGE)

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