Alright, so I recently re-watched the Prince of Egypt and I love that movie! The music, the story, the animation. Sigh. And of course I had Harry Potter on my mind too and I thought, they would make a great crossover! I checked this website and others did realise their connection, but they were only songfics. So I got hit by the genius lightning and decided to combind the two in a musical story (because the music's too good to leave out). I changed some family and blood statuses for the sake of the story. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE PRINCE OF EGYPT SO THE STORY LINE AND SONGS BELONG TO DREAMWORKS AND THE BIBLE AND HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING AND PROBABLY WARNER BROTHERS TOO. tell me what you think :D
For as long as the eldest muggleborn could remember the purebloods ruled over the muggleborn treating them as slaves with much cruelty. There once was on wizard name Lord Voldermort, but he died a long time ago due to natural causes. Lord Voldermort was so powerful that the purebloods saw his death as him becoming a god. So they worshiped him along with their other gods that they believed in. these were the same gods the Egyptians believed in long ago. The current royalty where Lord Voldermort's heirs. Sure, Voldermort never married and had children, but he chose his most trusted death eater family to be the royal family of the wizarding world. This family was the Malfoys and because of this honor they became even more rich and powerful.
Lucius Malfoy had ordered that all the newborn male muggleborn were to be taken from their mothers and killed in the crocodile infested river that flowed near his house.
Meanwhile many of slaves (muggleborn) were busy building a statue of Lucius with on looking Death Eaters holding their wands at the ready.
"Mud"
"Sand"
"Water"
"Straw"
"FASTER!" bellowed a death eater.
"Mud, and lift,"
"Sand, and pull,"
"Water, and raise up,"
"Straw…"
"FASTER!"
"With the string of the whip on my shoulder
With the salt of my sweat on my brow
Elohim, God on high
Can you hear your people cry:
Help us now
This dark hour…
Deliver us
Hear our call
Deliver us
Lord of all
Remember us, here in this burning sand
Deliver us
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us to the Promised Land…"
Over in the homes of the slaves a mother and her two children, Hermione and Neville, were preparing to go out. The beautiful red haired mother bent over a crib and brought out a little black haired baby who she soon covered with a cloth.
"Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach
Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad," she said in the Hebrew language her mother taught her as Hermione and Neville prepared a basket.
"My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we'll meet again
If He will deliver us!" she sang and she and her two children left.
Her name was Lily and once she heard about Lucius's orders, she knew she had to do something. So with the help of her two children Hermione (three) and Neville (four), she went to save her new son. As they ran the other slaves' voices light their path to the river.
"Deliver us
Hear our prayer
Deliver us
From despair
These years of slaver grow
Too cruel to stand
Deliver us
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us
Out of bondage and
Deliver us to the Promised Land…"
The small family had reached the lake and they were hidden from view by some reeds. Lily took her baby son and held him tight for what probably was the last time.
"Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream,"
She placed the infant in the basket and walked into the river with it. She gently placed it down and pushed it off.
"River oh river
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
He can live free?
River, deliver him there…"
A tear left Lily's face and she let out a beautiful note and went back to join her children. Hermione motioned that she was going to follow the basket to see if he made it safe. Lily kissed her daughter's forehead and told her to be safe. And so the small girl was off following the basket and gasping each time it came near potential danger.
Narcissa Malfoy was at her patio near the river with her ladies waiting and her two year old son Draco. The patio was beautiful with blossoming plants, singing birds and perfectly clean curtains. Narcissa dressed in the finest robes and son did her son and ladies waiting.
Suddenly an old wicker basket floating towards her and so she gasped. She set down her son, who she was holding, and approached the basket. She lifted the top in suspense. A smiled formed on her face when she saw the baby inside. She lifted him up and cuddled him.
Off behind the curtains stood Hermione with a smile and now relaxed shoulders. She watched as Narcissa cooed over the baby.
"Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you:
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Come and deliver us too…" she sang before leaving.
Narcissa walked off with the baby with Draco at her tail, hated that he was being ignored for so long.
"Come Draco, we shall show your father his new son, Harry,"
And the slaves continued working as they always do, their hope slowly dying. Their faith was all they held on to as they toiled away.
"Deliver us
Send a shepherd to shepherd us
And deliver us to the Promised Land,"
Lily sighed knowing her son was safe no.
"DELIVER US!"