POV – Per Te Vivebo
Weeks passed after The First Fire. The raiders who stayed had laid down their blades and begun to build, brick by brick, wall by wall. The desert was slowly becoming a sanctuary.
Yet Per Te knew that without structure, chaos would return. He sat beneath the growing Uneti tree, the wind tugging gently at his robes.
"They need paths," he murmured to Ker. "Not chains, not cages, but directions. Ways to find themselves through the Force and through magic alike."
Ker tilted his head, optic flickering.
"Classification based on aptitude?"
"Based on spirit," Per Te replied. "The Force is not a ladder to climb. It's a mirror. Each must decide what reflection to become."
He began writing on the sand, four symbols. Four intentions.
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POV – The Exiled Mandalorian
Per Te called him first.
They stood on a cliff overlooking the half-built towers of their new home.
"You once fought to prove your worth," Per Te said. "Now you fight to protect. That courage, that conviction, it must guide others."
He handed the warrior a fragment of Uneti wood, its core laced with beskar filings.
"You will teach the Path of the Lion's Flame," Per Te said. "A path of valor, of chivalry, not reckless pride. Strength to defend, not to dominate."
The Mandalorian bowed his head.
"And what will you call this Path?"
"Gryffindor," Per Te answered softly. "After a house of warriors who wielded courage like a blade, and mercy like a shield."
From that day, those who trained under the Mandalorian swore a knight's oath:
The Gryffindor Oath
"By courage I stand, by honor I act. My flame is not for conquest but for guard. In shadow or light, I hold the line."
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POV – The Fallen Scholar
When her turn came, she found him in the great hall, sketching sigils into the air.
"Knowledge," she said simply, "is both weapon and wound. What if they use it wrongly?"
"Then we teach them humility," Per Te replied. "Wisdom is not knowing everything. It's knowing enough to doubt."
He offered her a staff grown from Uneti wood entwined with a kyber filament that pulsed like a heartbeat.
"Yours is the Path of the Quill and Wing. You'll teach them to question, even me."
She smiled faintly.
"Then call it Ravenclaw."
The Ravenclaw Oath
"I seek not answers, but understanding. Knowledge without compassion is hollow. I question, therefore, I grow."
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POV – Ryn
She sat cross-legged before the Uneti tree, her wand glowing faintly.
"Why me?" she asked.
"Because you still cry for others," he said. "And that is rarer than you think."
He told her she would guide the healers, the gardeners, the keepers of life, those whose strength was in empathy.
"Your Path will be called Hufflepuff," he said, recalling the warmth of a name once whispered in another world.
Her eyes shone.
The Hufflepuff Oath
"I build where others destroy. My hands are soil, my heart the seed. In kindness, I find power."
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PAV – Because
The droid processed data quietly as Per Te carved the last sigil into the ground, a serpent of light winding through shadow.
"This one is different," Ker observed.
"So are they who will walk it," said Per Te. "Ambition, discipline, the will to survive, these are not sins. They're simply sharp tools. Dangerous if mishandled, vital if guided."
He pressed his palm to the ground. The sigil pulsed emerald.
"The Path of Slytherin," he declared. "They will learn control, not cruelty. Their oath must remind them that cunning serves best when tempered by conscience."
The Slytherin Oath
"I master myself before I master fate. My will is my blade, my purpose its edge. I rise, but never alone."
Ker recorded it all in silent reverence.
"Four Paths," he noted. "Four vectors toward unity."
"Not unity," Per Te corrected gently. "Harmony."
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POV – Ryn
As dusk fell, she saw them all gathered, Mandalorian, Scholar, Ker, Per Te, watching the sunset cast the half-built Hogwarts in gold.
"So this is it," she said softly. "The beginning."
"No," Per Te replied. "The Charter begins when you choose to walk your path."
He raised his hand, tracing four lines of light into the sky. Each shimmered a different color, red, blue, yellow, green, and together they twined like threads of destiny.
"From this day forward," he said, "you are the First Generation, Force-Wizards of Hogwarts."
The Uneti tree bloomed fully that night, its petals scattering sparks of Force-light across the city below. The first song of Hogwarts filled the air, half hum, half whisper, a harmony of faith, courage, empathy, and intellect.
For the first time, the galaxy had more than Jedi or Sith. It had hope, shaped like a school.