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An ancient stone of unlimited power, lost for centuries, becoming nothing more than a myth. But it's a myth, some are willing to die for. To kill for. As a new year starts, new faces appear, as well as new mysteries. The group soon discovers that things aren't as they appear, and surprises lay everywhere. Can they discover the mystery of the Diamond of Isis, or will it fall into the wrong hands.
First chapter is more of a prologue, setting is in ancient Egypt. You'll get to see Harry and them in the next chapter.
All original characters © their respectful owners. (I'll name them off as they appear)
Harry Potter, and all Harry Potter characters © J. K. Rowling
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Harry Potter and the Diamond of Isis.
Chapter 1. Visions of the Past.
The sun sat high in the afternoon sky as the harsh rays beat down on the burning sands of Egypt. The air was heavy and dry. No breeze, no wind, no relief from the heat. The day seemed much harsher than normal. A bad omen . . . a bad omen indeed. It was written on the sand and in the air. Something had definitely happened.
The priestess sighed heavily as she gripped the neckline of her pearl robe. Her dark brown eyes scanned the horizon, hoping for a sign of some sort. She found nothing. Grimly she turned and began to walk into the temple. Into the merciful shade. All she could do now is wait. Pray for some good news.
The clacking of her sandals hitting the smooth stone floor echoed throughout the great hall of the temple. Vases and statues lined the painted walls until they reached the arch to the main room. Omorose glanced at the walls as she went past, walls that told a story of long ago. Of the great goddess with the throne on her head. The great goddess Isis. With another sigh, she turned from the walls and began to stare at the arch. The closer she came to the room, the stronger the sweet incenses became that were floating from inside.
Once she passed under the golden arch, she found herself in a large room where a large statue of the Goddess sat perfectly centered. A small alter sat in front of her, on which, a strangely colored clear diamond rested. Near the alter stood a group of people all huddled together and murmuring to one another.
On of the other women turned towards Omorose as she approached them. "Any news, Omorose?" she asked in her native tounge.
Omorose looked at her warily and shook her head. "Nothing good yet, I'm afraid." she answered. "I have a very bad feeling, Talibah."
Another woman then turned to her. "Let us then hope that Habibah and Bahiti make a safe trip back."
"And with the needed samples." one of the men replied, still staring at the diamond.
Omorose slowly turned her head away and glanced at the floor, beginning to fidget with a ring on her finger. "Has Asenath come back yet?" she asked quietly.
"No." Talibah said with a slight sigh. "She is still in her room by herself."
"Hmm. She has been doing that much lately. Perhaps something is troubling our seer." the man again replied.
"Please don't say that, Jumoke!" Talibah suddenly gasped. "I am worried enough as it is!"
Jumoke finally turned his gaze away from the diamond and let it rest on Talibah. Her dark green eyes were mixed with fear and anger.
Just then another man and woman walked into the room. Unlike the group, their robes were a little richer and more distinct. They were the two heads of the temple. The High Priest Ini-herit, and High Priestess Quibilah. The group turned their attention to the newcomers as they approached them. One of the maids watched as they all huddled around the diamond to talk. She brushed a strand of brown hair from her face as she stared at them.
"You know they'll be coming here next, Panya." another maid said in a soft whisper.
Panya turned and gave an odd look to her friend.
"Someone at the Palace will eventually tell. Of our spell-casters, rich offerings, not to mention the offerings Cleopatra gives us. Oh, and the diamond, of course. You know the Romans will be wanting that." she said as she paused to glance at the diamond through the crowd. "Oh, yes. They will definitely be wanting that once they hear about it. And if they don't someone else will. Better be making plans to leave here Panya. I am."
Panya's odd expression quickly turned to worry. Her dark blue eyes shot back towards the diamond. Suddenly the sound of horses echoed throughout the hall. Someone was outside the temple.
One of the women started to run towards the entrance, but a man caught her by the arm and stopped her. "Don't be hasty, Umayma! What if it's a Roman soldier? What excuse would you have for running out of the temple like that?"
Umayma shot him a look, but knew he was right. She turned her head back towards the arch. "What if it's Habiba and Bahiti? I have to see, Edlfu."
"Lateef and Ottah are guarding the door." he replied. "They know to let them in. Let the guards do their jobs."
Everyone stood still for a moment and held their breath. Trying to hear the slightest sound. Hoping to hear voices they recognized. Just then the clatter of footsteps running down the hall rang out. Two women finally emerged through the arch wearing hooded cloaks. Partially gasping for breath, they removed their cloaks and let the heavy material fall to the floor around their feet. Their heads hung towards the ground as they dusted their palace gowns.
Umauma didn't need to see their faces to know who they were. Instantly she sprung towards them and thru her arms around her sister. "Habiba! You're alright! I was so worried! I . . ." her words were cut short once she pulled away and seen her sister's face. Her smile suddenly faded.
Habiba's eyes were red, and her makeup ran down her tear stained face.
"Habiba . . .?" Umayma quietly uttered.
Bahiti walked past them and headed towards the others. Her face was the same as Habiba's. Jumoke stared grimly at her as she approached them with a small golden box. Edulfu stepped aside as she approached Quibilah.
Omorose's eyes began to well with tears. "I knew . . ." she whispered sorrowfully. "I knew something terrible had happened. The Queen . . . is she . . ."
"Queen Cleopatra . . . is gone." Asenath said as she entered the room. Her long white gown flailed behind her as she approached them. "The last Queen Egypt will ever see."
Talibah turned and stared at her in shock. "What?! What are you saying? Haven't you seen anything else? What about the princes? The princess? They are the rightful . . ."
"The time of Pharos has ended." Asenath replied grimly.
"What will become of Egypt?" Edulfu asked quietly.
Asenath said nothing. Instead she turned her eyes away from their questioning gazes.
Jumoke whirled towards another archway and pointed towards it. "Then call Mukantagara and Wamukota here!" he said angrily. "Finish the diamond! I will not let this be the end of Egypt!"
Asenath turned her head away and grimaced.
Quibilah looked down at the box in her hands. Then she looked up and ushered Ini-herit to follow her. As they walked to another door, Panya quietly crept past the others and followed them.
"What is bothering you?" Ini-herit murmured.
"We are about to create the most powerful magic on Earth . . ." Quibilah whispered with worry in her voice.
Ini-herit turned his head towards Quibilah. "Are you having second thoughts?"
Quibilah was quiet for a moment. The sound of their sandals bounced off the stone walls around them. Finally she looked up at him. "I wanted to create this for the cause of good. To help others. But these are very troubled times now. Rome will want the diamond . . . everyone will want it. Jumoke wants to use it for Egypt, but I fear his intentions may grow to more. Asenath . . . I feel there's something she's not telling us."
Panya followed them to the large doors of the two spell-casters of the temple. She hid behind a large vase until they entered the room. Quietly, she crept up to the door and peered inside.
Mukantagara brushed back a long strand of pure black hair from her sun kissed face. She then took the small box from Quibilah, and frowned. She exchanged a glance with Raziya, a young woman who frequently tagged along with the four in the room. They all began to talk as quiet as could be. So much so, that Panya couldn't make out what they were saying. Wamukota looked at Mutantagara and scratched his scruffy chin.
"I shall talk with Asenath." he said out loud. "Continue with the preparations. Either way, we must hide the diamond." He then suddenly turned and headed for the door.
Panya gasped under her breath and ran towards a statue to hid behind. She didn't wear sandals, so she did not have to worry about anyone hearing her run. Wamukota exited the room and headed down the hall towards the alter.
Raziya looked up at Mukantagara with an obvious frown. With a sigh, she stared at the small box that held the future. The final ingredient to completing the diamond. They had hoped that they wouldn't have to use it in the end. But things had changed drastically. They had to use it now. They had to protect the diamond. Otherwise . . . it could easily fall into the wrong hands. Only time would tell the outcome of this grim turn of events.