Harry Potter & the Egg of Behelit
Prologue
The Journals of Theodore Lupin
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One
I have often been told how my parents died. They died fighting Bellatrix Lestrange, the much-feared Death Eater and confidant of Lord Voldemort himself. They gave their lives so Harry Potter could complete his mission to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. Those who raised me in their place told me of their valiant deaths, how they were both awarded Order of Merlin First Class. How they are viewed as heroes even today.
They loom in my consciousness as two brilliant, pure people, torn from life by the forces of the Dark Arts. I want to meet them, somehow. I want to look my mother and father in the eye and ask them why. Why I had to be alone, why everyone else had real parents, and I didn't.
Two
Set out for Hogwarts today. Harry saw off his children at the station. Harry and Ginny have both treated me with the utmost kindness; Remus named him my godfather mere minutes after my birth. An auror and the slayer of Voldemort, he is almost universally regarded as a hero by the magical world.
Also, Scorpius Malfoy is coming to Hogwarts. One-way ticket to Slyterhin.
Met Victoire. She's beautiful.
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Twelve
Read a weird bit in my history textbook recently. According to legend, the wizard Siltmaan's kingdom was destroyed by five wrathful demons, which were summoned by a device he had made called the 'Egg of Behelit.' Supposedly, the Egg has the power to both destroy and to grant the wishes of those who awaken it. I wonder if such an artifact could grant mine.
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Thirty-three
I have been thinking much about the Egg of Behelit lately. I got permission from Professor Karksman to look around the Forbidden Section. He's a terribly gullible fellow, easy to fool. While in the Forbidden Section, I found a book called Obscure Arts. It had a more detailed version of the story:
King Siltmaan, despite ruling the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, hungered for even more power. Day and night he studied the dark arts, and after much effort, he was able to locate an artifact called the 'Egg of Behelit' in the tomb of an older, unnamed king. He awakened the egg, and five demons emerged… the offered him what he desired most, in return for the thing loved dearest.
He agreed, and so the two cities were obliterated.
A ghastly thought.
Thirty-four
Can't get that accursed legend out of my head.
Thirty-five
Asked Professor Moriarty about the Egg. He warned me never to speak of it again. I pressed him further, and he simply said that the Egg invariably brings death and ruin to all of its holders.
I've decided to take his advice for the time being.
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Forty
The Egg! I keep imagining what it could give me. I haven't talked about it to anyone else.
Forty-one
I
I can't take
I can't take it anymore
I'm going to find the Egg. I can't stop thinking about it!
Forty-two
I found a picture of the egg in the forbidden section. It's a repulsive thing, but nonetheless, I know it will let me see my parents. I can finally ask them my questions.
Forty-three
The Egg has migrated around the middle-east, according to the books. It was last sighted on a German muggle named Heinrich Olmann, who was serving with Rommel's troops. His men attacked El-Alamein, and were destroyed utterly. Olmann was last seen stumbling away from the ruins of his tank, presumably with the Egg. Apparently, he told his men that it was a 'good luck charm' that had been in his family for quite some time.
Look's like I'm going to Egypt.
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Fifty
Read a strange manga called Berserk that mentioned the Egg. Dead end.
Fifty-one
It seems that it is possible to make a device that will point towards the Egg of Behelit. The book I found it in (The Eyes of the Dragon) reports that you need several unsavory things. I won't be able to make it in school.
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Eighty-four
Got out of Hogwarts today. Passed N.E.W.T.S. with flying colors. Must be all the time I spent in the library.
Eighty-five
Made travel arrangements to Egypt. Told everyone that I wanted to have some time to myself. Harry seemed to understand. Ginny was somewhat tearful, but I've heard that Molly isn't in the best of health.
I've come to see so much, since I learned about the Egg. About life. About power. Everyone has their own purposes as heart. Compassion rarely factors into human calculations; we merely pretend… but I don't pretend. I am exactly what I am.
Eighty-six
Floo'd to Cairo, checked into a hotel. The Egyptian Ministry of Magic is riddled with corruption, so you can get virtually anything. I've collected everything I've needed for the Egg-hunter. Began assembly.
Eighty-seven
Finished it. I feel sick. It's a repulsive thing. The things I've had to touch
my hands are covered with
I can't turn back.
Eighty-eight
Set out on broomstick. It's pointing out into the desert. Maybe I'll find Olmann's corpse.
Eighty-nine
Camped in the desert. Not much to see.
Ninety
ibid.
Ninety-one
Arrived in a small village. It has a dirt path leading out of it; it would take weeks to get here on foot. When I landed, the villagers scurried into their houses. I followed the Egg-finder to a small house. I entered and found an extremely old woman and her children and grandchildren. I noticed a wand in her robe, and the Egg hanging from a necklace. While my knowledge of Arabic is far from fluent, we were able to communicate passably. She asked me why I was here. I said I was looking to buy her necklace. She got this strange expression and sent me away!
Shit! Shit shit shit! I am this close to having the egg in my possession, and some old witch stops me? This is outrageous!
Ninety-two
I can't take it… the Egg…
Ninety-three
Was scouting the desert. Found an old Panzer, completely ruined. I wondered if it Olmann's.
Ninety-four
I stalked the old woman. Her children and grandchildren look strangely European… could it be that she and Olmann were in love?
Ninety-five
It's in my dreams, in my heart… the Egg, the Egg, the Egg! I must have it!
I
I've come to a terrible conclusion.
I must have the Egg. No matter the cost.
Ninety-six
Tonight, I'm going to kill the old woman.
Ninety-seven
I- I did it. I can't believe I did it. It was… easy… she was asleep. When I killed her, her son saw and rushed in. I killed him, I killed his wife, their children. I killed-
I killed the entire village. The Egg… it fills me with power! I've never felt like this in my entire life… I dread nothing!
Ninety-eight.
I got back to Cairo. I can't believe it… the massacre is all over the papers! How did they find out?! They've also printed a picture of the Egg on the paper, telling everyone to report someone carrying this artifact to the authorities. I can only conclude that the old woman's possession of the Egg was known to the authorities. I can't use the floo network. I'm going to cross the Mediterranean on broomstick.
Ninety-nine
Been three days, hopping from island to island. I arrived in Italy this morning. Seems like the Egg is still big news – people saying it's the nastiest piece of black magic since the Horcruxes. Also, the Ministries are very paranoid about the Egg. They want it back, badly. I have to wonder why they let an old woman have it. I suspect, based on what I've read, that the Egg picks its holder, and the Egg alone. They couldn't have taken it at all, even from a feeble old woman.
One hundred
Crossed France.
They found out who I am!
'Theodore Lupin has the egg!' On the front of a French newspaper. It was Professor Moriarty… he must have told them!
One hundred one
Arrived in Normandy today. There were some shady types hanging around the inn I was staying at. I left, and they followed me down the street. I metamorphosed my appearance and evaded them. Still, how did they find me?
One hundred two
More guys hanging about today. I seem to have temporarily fooled them with my disguise, but they seem to know my general location. Getting the hell out tonight.
One hundred three.
Arrived in Britain. There are aurors everywhere. I'm still not certain how I escaped- dammit! The Egg got blood on it, and its face – I think I managed to stop it, but- this thing, it seems that it (the rest of the passage is sploched by blood).
I'm in over my head.
One hundred four
Been two weeks. Hiding out. The aurors are everywhere… how do they keep finding me? I keep changing my face, protecting my campsite, but nothing works, this is insane! Why did it come down to this?! Going to try and hide among the muggles. They won't try anything too big there.