Prologue
This story is taking place in ancient Egypt at the time of Pharaohs. The current Pharaoh's wife
has gone to labor three hours ago and the Pharaoh is anxious to know what is happening in the
hospital wing of the palace. Finally the door to the infirmary open and out comes a middle
aged woman whit light blue robes – traditional robes for healers. Madam … how are they?
The woman bowed and answered: My Pharaoh, I'm sorry to say, but your wife didn't make it.
She gave birth to two perfect little boys, but her body wasn't strong enough for the extra
burden. The Pharaoh hung his head in sadness, than he asked: Two?!? Yes, twins your
majesty. This is not natural! Who is going to be the next hair to the throne?! Well your
highness, I would imagine it would be the older twin. How do you mean? One of the boys was
born 10 seconds faster than the other. The Pharaoh was quiet for a few moments:Iwould like
to see my boys. Naturally your highness. The healer opened the heavy wood and gold doors
and headed to the only crib in the wing. Why is there only one crib? My Pharaoh forgive me,
but the boys wouldn't be separated. We tried, but they just started crying. Ah, well let's see
my hairs … The Pharaoh leaned closer to the golden crib and looked inside. Inside the crib
were two very similar boys, but not identical. One had brown puff of hair, while the other had
black hair. They were sleeping peacefully cuddled together, their little hands entwined. The
Pharaoh asked: Which is the oldest? The brown haired one, your majesty. He picked the baby
up and he started to cry immediately, rising his hands to his brother who started crying as
well. Well, I see what you mean. Said the Pharaoh, while he picked the other brother up.
Once they were both nestled in their fathers' arms they grabbed each other and cuddled
together. I'm going to name my oldest Tom, and the youngest Harry. Unusual names your
highness if I may be so bold to say that. Yes, I realize that, but I am naming them in their
mothers honor. She was not of Egypt but from a distant land where these names are
common. Her fathers name was Harold Thomas, so I'm naming them after their
grandfather. Ah, in that case your highness, I'm sure they will be proud to bare their
grandfathers' name. Thank you, you may leave now, and please send for Albus. Yes my
Pharaoh, right away. The Pharaoh once alone sat on the nearest bed, and looked down on the
two babies with love and sadness in his eyes. My boys, so young and already you had an
encounter with death. I will do my best to replace your mother, but it will be tough. The
babies both looked up to their father and smiled almost as they understood. Tom, you have
my eyes, but my little Harry you are the spiting image of your mother. I miss her, but at
least I will have you to remind me of her. The Pharaoh kissed both boys on their foreheads
and laid them back in the crib. Tom – the slightly bigger twin wrapped his hands around
Harry who yawned cutely and closed his big almond shaped emerald eyes. Tom watched him
drift to sleep than he cuddled closer and closed his eyes (so much like his fathers scarlet ones)
and followed him to the land of dreams. The Pharaoh smiled at the display and turned as he
heard the doors opening. You send for me my Pharaoh? Yes Albus, I want you to bless my
boys and check them, if they have any special abilities. It would be my pleasure your
highness. Said Albus Dumbledore, Pharaohs personal adviser and resident magician. He was
an old man with long white beard and hair. He was wearing white robes as accustomed of
magicians, he had blue twinkling eyes and he was carrying a staff with a diamond on top. He
leaned closer to the crib for a better view. My, what a lovely pair. They will grow inseparable
and they will love each other dearly. I would advise Tom to be your successor, as he will
know a lot about politics, economy, etc. and will become a perfect leader. Harry however will
be very in tune with people around him and he will know how to see their weaknesses, their
strengths and fears. I would advise, that you teach them together, so they can complete each
other, remember, they will rule best together. As for their special abilities…he lowered his
staff and began chanting, until the diamond on top was softly glowing. First he scanned the
first born; Well I don't detect anything special, he will be well versed in mind arts as are you,
he will have an enormous thirst for knowledge and …Oh my! If Harry is ever taken from him,
he might become a threat to all of Egypt. What?! Why?!! Simple your majesty, he loves his
brother dearly, and as he grows older this love will also grow. He will also be very protective
of little Harry, and if anything would happen to him I fear Egypt as we know it will cease to
exist. Oh by the Gods! My boys will have so much power?! Yes my Pharaoh, they will be the
most powerful rulers ever, and they could raise Egypt to glory or doomed it for ever. The
Pharaoh slumped at a seat near the crib the boys were sleeping in, unaware that their future
was being predicted. What can we do to spare Egypt? Nothing my Pharaoh, there is nothing
for us to do, but to raise your sons together and pray to Raa, that Tom never loses Harry. Yes,
you are right, I will do as best as I can to ensure Egypt rises and not falls. Now, what about
Harry? The old magician pointed his staff at the younger twin and almost dropped it. What?
What is it?! My Pharaoh! Never in my life have I encountered such power! Young Harry is so
powerful I can't even See what he can do! Really? Well how do we know what to expect?
Your highness, with your permission, I would like to take young prince under my wing, when
he is old enough. What will you be teaching him? I will be teaching him everything I know
and as he grows both in age and power I will invite some of my fellow magicians so they can
teach him what I can not. Al right, than you have my permission to teach my son anything
you deem necessary he will need. Albus bowed and taped his staff three times on the infants
head. When he raised it again, there was a lightning shaped scar on little Harry's forehead.
What did you do?! My Pharaoh I marked him as my apprentice. See? And he raised his left
arm to show the exact same mark on the inside of his wrist. But why did you put it in such a
public place. It is a sign of power. The more powerful somebody is, the more public the mark
will be, since I am considered the most powerful magician ever, I have it where anyone can
see it, but Harry is so much more powerful than I, so I had to give him the mark that is more
visible than mine. I see. All right Albus you are dismissed. Thank you your highness, may all
the Gods help you and guide you to do what is best. Thank you old friend. The magician
bowed, turned and left, the Pharaoh was alone again. He sighed and looked down on two most
powerful rulers ever to walk the Earth. What am I to do with you?