Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his universe belongs to JKR. Osiris and the rest belong to Egyptian mythology. The plot is mine, and some of the things I have added on to the wizarding world are mine. This disclaimer remains true for the rest of the fic.

It was the summer after Harry Potter's fourth year. So far, it hadn't been going particularly well. It had begun with Harry mourning Cedric Diggory's death, and Lord Voldemort's revival. It had then continued with Harry being kept completely out of the loop concerning what was going on in the wizarding world, even by those that he called his friends. Finally, the Dursley's had been worse than ever, as if they had been drawn to Harry's suffering like a shark is drawn to blood. They were taking advantage of his vulnerability for all they could, but Harry let them. Sometimes chores would numb the pain for a little while.

All of these reasons contributed to Harry sitting on his small cot bed on his birthday, exhausted and sweaty from having worked in the garden all day, and livid that his friends had once again not told him anything worth knowing, not even in his birthday letters. Still wearing his glasses and with a frown marring his forehead, Harry fell into a fitful sleep whilst he was waiting to snatch a quick shower in between Dudley getting ready to go out, and Uncle Vernon getting home.

It seemed that the dream began the moment his eyes were closed. At least, Harry thought it was a dream, everything seemed too crisp, too vivid, and too real to be a dream. He was startled out of his musings by a thud on the ground. In front of him had appeared a very strange looking man. He had pale green skin and eyes the colour of Harry's, black hair curled elegantly down to his broad shoulders, and he had a plaited beard. He was holding a flail in his left hand, and a crook in his right, and he had a tall crown upon his head. Harry immediately fell to his knees, sensing that whoever was in front of him was very important indeed.

The man bowed his head in acknowledgement of Harry's gesture, before placing the tip of the crook under Harry's chin, forcing him to rise. "Greetings, young one, on the fifteenth year of your birth." He said, except that he seemed to be talking, whispering and bellowing all at the same time. His voice also gave Harry a fairly painful headache. "I am Osiris, he who once lived on Earth and gave man civilisation before becoming the great God of the dead."

Harry widened his eyes in shock. He had heard that name before, when he was studying ancient mythology as part of a project at muggle primary school. "Y-you're real?" he stammered incredulously, forcing himself not to flinch at the curious stare Osiris then favoured him with.

"Indeed," replied the God-King, turning around and gesturing for Harry to follow him as he walked away, "As real as you are."

As the two walked, Harry's jaw dropped in astonishment as the empty desert landscape twisted and changed. Suddenly all around him people were standing, staring at something in the near distance. Trees towered over everyone, and a wide river stretched across the terrain as far as anyone could see. Harry's eyes followed the river and he gasped in shock. There, straddling the river was a giant red hippopotamus, facing down a beautiful man who must have been ten feet tall or more.

The scene froze, and Osiris began to speak. "This is the memory of my son Horus avenging my death. He is the man you see, and the hippopotamus he is facing is Seth, my brother, God of evil and suffering. My murderer."

Harry gasped and looked again at the scene, which was moving again. Horus had thrust a long harpoon through the mouth of Seth in the form of the hippopotamus, and blood was running onto the ground. Everyone around him was cheering, but Harry just felt a bit sick. He knew what it was like to face down such an adversary, since his own nemesis Lord Voldemort had killed not only his father, but his mother too. Harry doubted that Voldemort would be as easy to kill either.

Osiris gazed down upon the young man sadly before speaking. "Horus avenged my death, but it has been said that the evil of Seth would rise again and would once again have to be vanquished. We assumed that my son would once again be the Avenger. Unfortunately it is not to be so. This time the evil of Seth threatens not just the kingdom of Egypt, but the whole world. The world does not need an Avenger, it needs a Saviour. You are that saviour Harry Potter."

Harry had been listening to Osiris speak with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "You mean..."

Osiris nodded; interrupting whatever it had been that Harry was going to say. "Yes, this time the evil of Seth has manifested itself in the form of Lord Voldemort. Luckily, he is not aware that he carries the malevolence of my brother. Unluckily, Seth's evil power has made him a great deal more powerful than he would otherwise have been."

As the surrounding scene twisted once more back to the deserted desert landscape, Harry sank to the floor, trying to take in what was happening to him. "Why must I be the saviour?" Harry asked plaintively, "what makes me so special?"

Osiris smiled gently. "You are my descendant Harry Potter, and as such it is your birthright to finally vanquish the evil of Seth. It has long been the case that my son's have had blue eyes, and my daughter's green. Even Horus had blue eyes. It was foretold that my first son to be born with my green eyes would be the one to finally and completely avenge me and save Egypt and the world. That is you, Harry."

Suddenly angry that his life was being set out for him before his eyes, Harry stood up and glared at the person who had turned his life upside down in a matter of minutes. "What if I refuse?" he demanded, eyes flashing with repressed fury.

The god of the dead shook his head at his forthright descendent. "You cannot refuse what is in your blood" he said simply, "however I have watched your suffering this summer, and believe I can offer you something that you very much want."

"I doubt that," Harry replied, though his anger had left him, leaving only a hint of despair at the futility of the situation. "Unless you can magically rewind everything that happened over last year with your god-like powers, there's nothing you can give me."

"Well in a way I can."

Harry looked up in shock. "What do you mean? You can put me back to the beginning of last year?"

"Oh no," Osiris chuckled, shaking his head briefly. "I can't do that, much more the realm of Heh or Heket. No, what I can do, is return Cedric Diggory to the mortal realm, in exactly the same condition as he was before he died. He will of course, lose his memory of the underworld."

Harry stared at his ancestor as if seeing him for the very first time. "You, you would do that? Is this some sort of bribe?"

"No, not a bribe." The deity replied, "I have a feeling that Cedric Diggory will be important to you in the fight to come. Not only that, but I am reluctant to allow another victim of my brother's evil to be taken before their time. Whether done at the behest of another or not, all true evil stems from Seth."

Harry nodded decisively. He knew that he would have agreed eventually, even if Osiris hadn't offered to return Cedric, simply because he couldn't bear the thought of a Voldemort with the power of a god killing everyone he cared about. "I agree to be the saviour." He said firmly, his hand shaking only a little. "What do I need to do?"

Osiris smiled.

When Harry woke up, having slept until around 3am on the morning of August 1st, he remembered his dream clearly. Sitting up so he could see the end of his bed more clearly, he smiled a grim smile. There was the golden phoenix that Osiris had said he would leave to take Harry to where he needed to go. Rummaging in the school trunk that he had managed to sneak upstairs at the beginning of summer, Harry changed quickly into his formal dress robes, as Osiris had advised that Dudley's hand-me-downs would not make a good impression. Grabbing his wand and crossing his fingers, Harry grasped the phoenix, and promptly disappeared in the manner of a portkey.

He was swiftly dumped unceremoniously onto a marble floor, somewhere that Harry did not recognise. Nor did he recognise the language that was being spoken, or the armour worn by the three men who had immediately gathered round and pointed spears at his neck. He was just wondering when his life would start flashing before his eyes, when an old, wizened man with a long beard reminiscent of Dumbledore's appeared and shouted something at the men with the spears. Harry assumed they were guards or soldiers of some sort, and not for the first time that minute, he wondered where the hell Osiris had sent him.

Interrupting his thoughts was the old man, who had stepped forward and was now standing in front of Harry, offering him his hand. Harry grasped it gratefully and stood up, noting his rescuers bald head and long flowing robes with a sun insignia at the shoulder.

"My name is Amenemhet." The old man said in halting English, answering the question on the tip of Harry's tongue. "Welcome to Egypt. I am the priest of Amon, the hidden one. You seek answers, I can give you them."

Harry was about to answer, when Amenemhet's eyes rolled back into his head, and he began chanting in a hoarse, monotonous voice. Harry shivered involuntarily, remembering Sybil Trelawney's prophecy of the resurrection of Voldemort. Sure enough, the old priest spoke a prophecy.

"Osiris' secret passed to his last son,

When the saviour comes, the war has begun.

The lightning bolt heralds the starting anew,

The warrior with eyes of an emerald hue.

Hidden away in the Egyptian kingdom,

He must search for and find the God Thoth's book of wisdom.

Then shall his power and his loyal nation,

Aid him in defeating Seth's reincarnation."

The priest shuddered once, before slowing turning his gaze back to Harry, who was standing somewhat slack-jawed, despite what he had been told by Osiris. Not only was he slightly bothered by the prophecy, but the armed guards who had previously been threatening Harry were now on their knees in front of him, their spears laid at his feet. Harry had a feeling there was slightly more to this then his ancestor had let on.

Moments later and he was following Amenemhet through a series of corridors with ornate decorations on the walls, before they came to a stop in front of a dark wooden door. Looking around to check whether anyone else had followed them, other than the three guards from earlier, the priest opened the door and hurried them all inside.

Harry took the seat that was offered to him, glancing warily at the three men stood behind him with their spears levelled in different directions should an intruder burst in. He turned around again quickly when Amenemhet began speaking; eager not to miss a word of the explanation that he felt sure would soon be given.

"Clearly, you are the saviour spoken of in the prophecy, since you have both the emerald green eyes, and the lightning bold mark upon your person," began the priest, gazing at Harry. "I believe you may already know something about the evil that you face."

Harry nodded, but didn't say anything, as he wanted to hear the entire story this time.

The priest nodded slightly, as if to himself, before continuing: "The only way that the evil of Seth can truly be vanquished is by using the knowledge contained within the book of Thoth. Thoth is our god of wisdom, and it is said that he wrote a book containing such magical knowledge that by the time you'd read the first page you would be able to enchant the heaven and the earth, the mountains and the seas. Imagine what someone as powerful as you would be able to do upon finishing the book, Mr Potter."

Harry started suddenly, already somewhat shaken. "How do you know my name? How do you know how powerful I am? And if I am that powerful, why can't I just take the book of Thoth with me now and be done with it?"

Amenemhet paused, clearly considering what to say. "As to how I know your name, which is easily found by someone who knows where to look. It is proclaimed loudly by your aura. That is also how I know how powerful you are. As to the book of Thoth, nobody knows where it is exactly, nor do we know how to bypass the fury of Thoth to retrieve it."

"Right," Harry answered, "How can you see my aura? And if the book is so impossible to retrieve, how do you expect me to find it and use it to kill Voldemort and…Seth?"

To his surprise, one of the guards standing behind him spoke up this time. "Seeing auras is very rare. Only around ten people in the world are capable of the ability. I believe in England there is one who has the capability, someone from the Ollivander family." Seeing Harry's nod, the burly man continued, "As for the book of Thoth, it has been foretold that you will find the book and be able to use it. We do not know how, although the legend of Setna will shed some light."

The old priest nodded. "Thank you, Kemnebi. Now, Mr Potter, are you aware that upon your eighteenth birthday you will become the rightful Pharaoh of magical Egypt? Ah, judging by the look on your face, you were not aware. It is true, however. As the only magical descendent of Osiris, the god-king who gave Egypt its civilisation, you are the heir to our throne. Hence the line in the prophecy which refers to your nation, in case you were wondering."

Harry was speechless once again. In the last 24 hours he had met a god who happened to be related to him, had been told that Cedric would be brought back from the dead, had travelled to Egypt, been threatened at spear-point, and told that he was royalty and was expected to vanquish an ancient evil! It was all getting to be a bit too much.

"If you don't mind," he began somewhat haltingly, addressing the priest sitting opposite him. "I need some time to think about this, and my friends and family will be wondering where I am. Could we finish the rest of this discussion in a few days time, when I'm feeling less overwhelmed?"

"Ah but of course," Amenemhet replied kindly, "no doubt you will need to discuss these new developments with a few people who may be able to offer you help. I will reset your phoenix portkey to send you back to exactly where you left from, but you will be taking two bodyguards with you." The priest held up his hand to forestall any protests, "The news that our long awaited saviour-pharaoh has arrived will not be contained for long, and some will feel less jubilant than others. You will need to be protected at all times until you are back in Egypt."

Harry sat somewhat numbly, as two of the guards behind him stepped forward and went to stand by the door. Amenemhet quickly introduced them: "The one on the right who answered your questions is Kemnebi, the other is Bomani. Both are highly skilled warriors, and will be able to answer many of the questions you have about Egypt. I believe Kemnebi especially is well versed on the legend of the book of Thoth."

Reaching over the desk to take the phoenix portkey from the priest's hand, Harry went to stand by his two new bodyguards. "The activating word is 'Osiris'" said the man still sitting at the desk. "I will be seeing you in a few days, Mr Potter. Goodbye."

And with that farewell, Harry muttered the activation word under his breath, very aware of the hands on both his shoulders, and the nagging feeling that was telling him that he already missed what was apparently his country.

Feeling the disorientating effects of a portkey for the second time that day, Harry ended up being dumped roughly on his bed, with Kemnebi and Bomani landing solidly beside him. Looking up, Harry's eyes widened. There, standing by his bedroom door, was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was looking at Harry and his two companions with a very odd look in his blue eyes indeed.