Hey guys! I got told that this would be an interesting idea and that I should write a story about it. So I figured, why not? I don't know how often I'll be able to update since my life is a bit hectic right now with moving and such but I at least wanted to get the prologue done. Let me know what you all think of it, k?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But man would it be nice.
Prologue
Ra was never one to be late. He always rose right on time. The pharaoh found that while he loved his gods, he hated the sun god's timely manner. It signaled the end of the night. The end of his bliss. Quietly the teen moved away from the warm body he adored to sneak back into the room of bodies he was required to hold. It was a shame but he had to produce an heir. Three in the harem were already swollen with child but he had to be sure a male was born. Even then, he could not afford to stay with the warm soul he wanted. It would not do for the ruler of Egypt.
It went like this for several years. He would go to bed with his women, sneak out to his love, stay the night, return to his harem in the morning, repeat. By the age of 25 he had seven children, two of which were from his first wife. The elder of those two was a boy and would become pharaoh upon his death. The dark haired living god felt he had done well in life. He served his people as a king should and did his duty in creating heirs. So why was he only truly happy in the cover of night when he was wrapped up in something so very forbidden?
All was well until he ignored Ra's warning light one morning. One of his wives had sought him out and found him surrounded by a body that should have never touched him. She had said nothing of the incident and he was none the wiser. Yet, by the time the flood season came, he was dead. Poisoned by drink his wife had given him.
The pharaoh was laid to rest after the period of mourning and the slave that he had cherished was executed and buried without coin or name so that the soul could never enter the afterlife and would be damned to remain on Earth forever more.
But the pharaoh held the power of the gods. He was magical and simply bound in stasis. All he required was for someone who held the same power, that of magic, to find his tomb and read the incantation on his sarcophagus. His resting place was well hidden though. Thousands of years passed before fresh air and the light of Ra graced his tomb. He felt the warming sun, sensed the magic that entered.
The words were spoken by a soft voice. Elegant and inquisitive. Sirius felt his body start to waken from it's slumber. Other voices quickly picked up and that magical voice left. He wanted that first voice to stay. It was hours before he could open his eyes and once he did, Sirius broke the bandages that held him. The sarcophagus lid moving frightened the men in the room. He could understand why. It was not every day a mummy rose from the dead.
"Oh my god! What the hell!?" There were five of them in the room, all but ran out terrified. The last one seemed stunned. Sirius moved forward and took hold of the man's shirt, inspecting it.
"Hmm...this will do. Give me your clothes." The archeologist was too shocked to do anything else but comply. Once he was down to just his underwear, he watched the dead pharaoh pull his clothes on.
"The man who read the incantation, where is he?" There was no answer so Sirius turned back around to stare at the man.
"The one who read my sarcophagus. Location. Now." Still no answer. Perhaps the man was mute...regardless he was of no help.
"Sleep." With a wave of his hand the man fell to ground in slumber. Sirius turned back to his prison. There was still an imprint of magic from where the spell had been activated. This man's ka was strong, powerful, and very familiar. It was a soul he had known in his life before, one he cherished above all others, and one that he would have again.
"Alright my love...show me where you are." The magic signature appeared in a mist, trailing out the door. Sirius quickly followed the magic out of the tomb and into the modern world. It was new but still familiar. Not that the pharaoh cared. He had his sights on one thing and one thing only. The soul of the man he fell for long ago.
Sorry it's really super short but it's only a prologue. Regardless, please review to let me know if this interests you at all. It helps a lot to know that.
