Mummy in Hogwarts

by jCOOLn

Voldemort's search for immortality brings him to ancient Egypt were an ancient pyramid has been discovered. He along with four of his Death Eaters come in, but none of them come out. When the order arrives a young boy claiming to be an immortal mummy who killed the dark lord is all they find. The Potters decided to adopt him and show him how European Magic works. Harem/Harry/Strong

1. Chapter 1

[Mummy in Hogwarts Chapter 1]

{Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own The Mummy, so please don't sue me!}

Story Point: Harry will go by a different name in the first, and possibly second chapter, but I assure you readers that his name will be Harry Potter by the third chapter, so it wont seem like I made an OC character.

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The Riddle Manor was once a beautiful place with white stone walls, massive white pillars that shown in the sun light, vibrant clear fields of green grass, and many other nice things that spoke of class, sophistication, and wealth. Now it spoke none of these things.

Since the previous lord had been killed in his own home the owner of the Riddle Manor had let the place go to the dogs. The white stone walls and pillars were now a brown gray color from disuse. The beautiful field of green that once covered the land now held an unnatural darkness with wilted plants and deformed trees. Yes over the years the manor had become something closer to a ghost house than a lord's own home.

Still, people came and went from the creepy place. Men and women wearing peculiar clothing. Some wore robes and long dresses that had not been in style for at least a hundred years. Some wore masks that were creepy as the house, and one particular woman seemed to have taken a liking to wearing black leather that showed off her remarkable body and porcelain skin.

Still, no cars came or went, and soon rumors began to spread throughout the once beautiful yet rural city that the people living there were extremists. They had begun to believe that the manor was now a den for sexual debauchery for the high class to drown themselves in their own sins, thus the screams and such were believed to be for other reasons not associated with torture.

The people there would never know how far from the truth they truly were.

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Inside the Riddle manor stood a collection of twelve men and women dressed in black standing in a semicircle around a kneeling man wearing silvery masks. They were all rich, wealthy, powerful both politically and at least fairly magically, as well as high born. Yet they had all willingly subjugated themselves to another more powerful than they themselves.

The man kneeling before his master and his dark council was known as Quirrell, was a lithe man who had been staying in Romania until recently. His master had sent him out on a task and he had performed to the best of his abilities, though he had known from the beginning that this was mission with low chances of success and a high chance for him to be in pain.

Quirrell wore a standard robe over his shoulders and a old fashioned suit under that as well. His boots were dragon hide and his gloves were as well. He smelled strongly of garlic which caused some to curl their lips or stick up their noses to him. The strangest part of him though was the turban he wore around his head. It was were the smell was coming from, but why nobody was for certain.

"Rise."

That one command had Quirrell coming up from his bow to standing and gazing into his master's slit eyes. In all honesty he would have much preferred to remain kneeling just so he didn't have to look into those evil eyes.

"My Lord, I have returned from Romania as you requested."

"I see that Quirrell, now tell me, did you obtain that which I asked of you?" Voldemort gazed at the man with dark uncaring eyes. He noticed the way Quirrell fidgeted, and already knew he would have to torture the man.

"No my Lord-AHHHH" shouted Quirrell as he was hit with the full force of the torture curse delivered by a man who was quite possibly the greatest user of the curse since its creation.

"Failure is not tolerated" spoke Voldemort as he held Quirrell under his dark spell.

Voldemort held Quirrell under the effects of the spell for a few more moments. In that time he gazed around at his closest followers, gauging which ones were to weak to be kept around and which showed themselves worthy of his presence

Three of them seemed to be ready to lose their lunch while another seemed to be weak at the knees. He was happy to see that the others were stronger than these four showing their true pure blood heritage. It only proved that pretenders could hide even amongst his most loyal and fake their blood purity.

"Please my Lord-AHHHH" screamed Quirrell. "Ahhuggg! May have found something that-Urrrgggg! That you may find useful!"

Voldemort was in a curious mood so he let Quirrell up from the curse. He was useless most of the time, but he had some talent with the trolls. Maybe he would make him use and bread them into effective shock troopers later on. It would all depend on what he said now though.

"You have already failed me once Quirrell." Voldemort ran his finger along the shaft of his wand. "What with you not discovering the secret behind the vampiric form of immortality I am starting to feel that you do not wish for your master to live forever."

Quirrell knew that right now his life was on the line. Nobody needed to tell him. There wasn't any threats or warning needed. It was a fact. His instincts were screaming at him to do what it took to survive, and he would without a doubt.

"My lord it is my deepest wish to see you obtain the purest form of immortality" began Quirrell. He whipped his nervous sweaty hands on his robes just to make his nervous hands stop shaking. "I just believed that with the vampire form of immortality, you would be exposed to more risk than need be."

Seeing his master watch him but not stop him... or torture him, Quirrell felt a little more reassured. "It is true that they are a bit stronger than normal humans, and that they stop aging, but that is all my lord! They are weak against sun light, they cannot cross large moving bodies of water on their own, and they have many things that weaken them substantially like silver and garlic!"

There was movement to his left. He quickly turned his head and nearly died of freight at who was glaring at him. Bellatrix Lestrange was nearly as scary as her master, though her scary mainly stemmed from her psychopathic temperament and free usage of dark magic on anyone who displeased her.

"Quirrell stop beating around the bush to save your own hide!" Her eyes flared with an unholy evil that promised pain and punishment if he did not comply. "Our lord does not wish to hear your excuses, only the sound of results!"

Voldemort almost cracked a grin at seeing his most deranged follower put down Quirrell. She had been quite difficult to control and bring to his side, but with a little dark magic anything was possible.

"Of course lady Lestrange!" Quirrell was not ashamed to admit his voice showed his fear of this woman. Nobody could blame him for being scared of her of all people after all.

Turning his head to look upon the snake like face of his master Quirrell fell to one knee and began to tell his master of the rumors and lore he had been able to obtain from the near immortal people of the Vampire race.

He knew that his master would know of the greatness of ancient Egypt. At one point in time it was not only the central power of the muggle world, but also the greatest power of the magical world as well. It was no big secret that many great empires of magic swelled and then fell over the course of history.

There was the great warlord in the east somewhere in china who was said to have mastered all forms of magic in his empire giving him nearly god like power, the Egyptian people who were said to have delved so far in magic that they could even bring back the dead if the situation suited them, there was the great magical empire that Merlin founded some time ago in the UK, the great shamans of the North Americans said to be able to commune with the actual spirits of nature and learn all of their great and powerful magics as well.

The Egyptians were known to be obsessed with life and death, attempting the conquer both. It was said that they could create massive armies out of the sand that they lived upon. They could cause meteorites to fall from the skies, plagues to ravage the lands, and so much more. With this kind of power it was hard to believe that their empire fell, but fell it did.

Finally, Quirrell told Voldemort what he truly wanted to know. He explained that he had been able to steal a map to a Pyramid designed, created, built, and housed by the most magically powerful wizard in all of Egyptian times.

It was believed to be the place that all Egyptian wizards stored their endless knowledge of magic. It was basically supposed to be a massive library in which untold amount of power could be gleamed and used to empower their people. Best of all it was rumored even back in the ancient times that it was the place that the Book of the Dead and the Book of the Living currently resided.

Voldemort stood upon his feet and all of his servants bowed as they were supposed to. "Yes!" Voldemort nearly shouted as he listened to Quirrell's little speech. The Egyptians, now he remembered. They were said to have pioneered and then perfected immortality in their thousand year long rule over both the muggle and magical world.

Quirrell smiled a bit, hoping beyond hope that he was able to not only please his master, but be elevated in his eyes. "And you say you have a map to such a place?' Quirrell pulled out a map and placed it before his master's feet.

"Yes my lord. This was in the Vampire Lord's own library with specific instructions and everything on how to reach said pyramid." He licked his lips hoping this worked out. "I believe that the Lord's previous ancestor two generations ago wrote this map himself after going there as well." Voldemort grinned as he read over the map.

"This is perfect!" All the current Death Eaters clapped for their lord. Not for Quirrell's discovery, not for how he had risked his life, but because their master was happy with what he was able to bring back.

"I only aim to serve and please master!" Voldemort looked down on his servant and a dark smile slithered across his face.

"Oh yes, you have done very well Quirrell" began Voldemort as he walked around the man. "So good in fact I am going to give you the honor of escorting me personally to this great temple of knowledge along with a few of our fellow death eater.s"

"Should this venture prove beneficial you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams," he continued to walk around Quirrell like a hawk circling its prey. "Should this prove to be a dead end or a hoax... well you will never leave that desert again... do you understand?"

Shakily he replied, "Yes my lord... thank you for this opportunity my lord."

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Dumbledore was going over every book he could find for ways to finally destroy Tom Riddle. He had exercised every plan, every piece of magic, every tool he had at his disposal and yet he always either overcame them or slithered out like the snake he was.

He was thankful for a few things though. The first being his spy. He had no idea where he would be without Snape. The man, though a Slytherin, was a shining example of self sacrifice in his own opinion. The endless pain and torture he would be placed through should he be discovered was unimaginable, but still his role was vital.

Without Snape he and the rest of the order by extension, would be in the dark as to what Voldemort was up to. He was the one who passed on useful information about raids, attack on order member's houses, muggle killings, and so much more. Without Snape, the war would be looking ten times worse at the moment.

Still no matter what information Snape passed on it would be useless if he could not destroy Voldemort. Whatever path to his twisted immortality he took had not only granted him great confidence, but also great magical power. It was so great that even the use of the elder wand in the hands of possible the greatest light lord, in his opinion, may not have been enough to defeat him.

Dumbledore needed that information more than anything, for if he could not find a way to neutralize Voldemort's power, then he would have to use it to match power with power. It was wrong to dabble in the dark, but for the greater good it was worth it.

"Maybe a trap would be best" spoke Dumbledore out loud. "If I can dangle something tantalizing enough in front of him Tom would surely strike himself. He is confident enough to do it and he is surely powerful enough to not have to worry about his safety that much."

Running a finger though his beard he sat back and continued to plan. 'But what to dangle before the great serpent? It would have to be one of the Order's members or maybe an entire family? The Weasley's would be a good choice, but they are far to loyal and blinded by my greatness to sacrifice so openly. No a powerful, strong, but well known family would be best. The Potters would no doubt draw his attention.'

That wasn't a bad idea. If James died, and Voldemort did somehow escape, then Remus and Sirius would become depressed. They would be easily convinced into following him with nearly the same if not greater devotion than the Weasley's due to their strong hatred for the Death Eaters.

Losing Lily would be both a blessing and a curse for him, depending on how things played out. Snape was sharp. He would know if he sent out Lily to her death and would never forgive him for that. His childish crush on her made him both predictable and unpredictable. Losing his spy would be a huge blow to his power, but getting rid of the strong willed Lily would definitely be a positive.

Before Dumbledore could come to a conclusion the silver instruments on his desk began to spin and create odd noises. He knew what it meant and deftly held his wand under the desk and pointed it towards the fire place. Soon green flames irrupted from the fire place and out stepped Severus Snape.

Dumbledore put on his best grandfatherly smile with his eye twinkle going on full burst when he saw his best spy. That wasn't to say he put his wand away. No these were dark times. You could never be to sure who you could and could not trust.

"Severus, I wasn't aware your meeting would be concluding so soon." Snape nodded his head, but he looked greatly concerned. "Something happened didn't it."

It wasn't a question, it was easily a statement. Snape nodded his head and began to reveal to Dumbledore what Quirrell had told him along with Voldemort and the rest of the Death Eaters. It wasn't good at all. Not good one bit.

On the outside Dumbledore looked concerned, but on the inside he was fuming. Not only did Voldemort have the secrets to immortality, at least some form of it, great magical power and knowledge, but now he was searching out new forms of immortality and even greater knowledge. That knowledge should be in the hands of someone who would use it to usher in the magical and muggle world into a light side golden era.

"And that is what I learned." Dumbledore nodded his head sagely.

"When do they leave?"

"If my guess is correct some time tomorrow or the next day. A port key will be taking them into the desert, but apparently there is some kind of magical barrier that prevents people, even elves, from apporating within so many miles of the Pyramid."

Dumbledore cursed. He knew the ancient Egyptians were smart, but he had hopped they like so many before them would have missed the house elves. Though since the labor was from human slaves and not house elves the Egyptians probably didn't see them as lower class or as a commodity as so many of the people today did.

"We will have to call an order meeting. If all goes well we will be able to beat Voldemort to the Pyramid Library and learn what we need to know to defeat Voldemort." Snape's face contorted a bit at that.

"If you beat him there then wont he know that there is a leak?" Dumbledore sighed a bit, though it was really just for the dramatics.

"It is the lesser of two evils" began Dumbledore. "If we arrive to late to let Tom think we were simply following him then he could of already gained what he was searching for in the first place. By arriving before him we will have time to search for ways to defeat Tom, and also time to set up an ambush."

Snape didn't look happy at all if his fists clenching and unclenching were anything to go by. "Remember Dumbledore without me you have no in into the Dark Lord's inner sanctum. If I die then your edge disappears as well. Remember that!"

Dumbledore grinned a bit. If everything went well not only would he not need Snape anymore, but he would have access to more knowledge and power than anyone has had for thousands of years. Yes with the great Egyptian's magical library he would surely find the power needed to fuel the Greater Good.

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Voldemort surprised everyone when in the early morning hours, before even the sun rose up the greet the day, he was basically frog marching Quirrell and four other Death Eaters out of his manor and out towards the court yard.

They obeyed quietly of course and once everyone had a hand full of rope they were all teleported into a vast desert that stretched out for miles. Massive dunes rose up and fell back down for as far as the eye could see. Now six men were standing in the unforgiving Egyptian desert heat wearing long black robes and thick wool clothes. It was like hell on earth for all of them except Voldemort, who, knew cooling charms to keep himself refreshed.

Quirrell pulled out his stolen map and began to direct his lord towards the lost pyramid. It took days, but even then their lord didn't lose his cool and harm them from frustration. It seemed if anything he was actually for once happy. Now they were truly scared.

On their third day, they arrived at what appeared to be massive ruins. Looking around they saw massive pillars standing up out of the sand, the tops of lions and other strange creatures appearing to be sunk beneath the sand ocean with steps popping up here and there.

Voldemort smiled slightly. Yes he could feel the great amount of ambient magical power surrounding him from all sides. This temple was built to harness magic as well as store it's knowledge it seemed. Makes sense really. He had been curious as to why apparating wasn't possible, now he could tell it was intentional.

Quirrell on the other hand was in great fear. He believed that he had just walked his master through three days of hell in the sand for a ruin that didn't even appear to be a pyramid, let alone house great and ancient magic that would or should give him near god like powers.

"My lord I'm so sorry!" Quirrell was fumbling over his words. "I truly believed that pyramid would be here! I didn't mean to waste your time... please forgive me my master!"

"You idiot!" Quirrell expected to be tortured to death after that. He was going to die in the most brutal and painful ways there possibly was. "The pyramid is buried beneath the sand you worthless stuttering pile of flesh!"

Quirrell popped up instantly at that. It was under the sand? Thank god! Maybe he wouldn't die today!

Voldemort ignored the silent joy and thanks to whatever deity he believed in to look out towards the old ruin. While it was true the pyramid was under the sand the question was how to remove the sand so he could get in? He could always use magic, that would be pretty easy, but he would have to move the sand a far ways away so it didn't sink back down and into the pyramid while he was in it.

The best move would be to find an entrance that was already exposed and make his way down. It would no doubt be dark, but he wasn't scared of the dark nor was he helpless in it either. Magic was such a wonderful thing.

Looking around he pointed his wand at a wall and flicked his wand. A massive hole was blown into it revealing a dark dusty passage way. Voldemort smirked before looking at his worthless Death Eaters. These were the ones who showed weakness at the last meeting, and would now be used to make sure there are no traps left by the ancient Egyptians.

"Get moving!" The hissed order was all they needed to jump up and start exploring the massive pyramid for him. He grinned. Having lackeys was so useful some of the times at least.

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They had been searching through the pyramid for nearly two hours and so far they have found neither a book nor treasure for them to take. Voldemort was starting to get upset with the lack of knowledge, while the others were getting scared being locked in a ancient pyramid in the dark with their dark lord was like a nightmare from hell for them.

"I see something my lord." Voldemort looked off ahead of them and saw that it was the base of a large statue with writing at the base of the hybrid creature's feet. He smiled. There was powerful magic in the air in this room. "What do you think it means?"

"This statue is of a protection deity, so therefor the ancients must have used it to protect something" spoke Voldemort with venom in his voice. The others flinched back as if struck by him. It only made him grin more.

With a flick of his wand the base of the statue was destroyed revealing a large crate hidden withing. "Well, what are you waiting for! Retrieve that box!" They quickly jumped to attention and pulled the box out and placed it in front of there master.

Voldemort cast a few powerful curse detection charms on the box and quickly learned that it was not cursed. Happy he wouldn't have to deal with that he flicked his wand again and the box fell apart. Inside the box were five gold-filigreed canopic jars with depictions of animals on top made of solid gold.

"Wow!" The idiots with no brains and a lust for gold quickly reached out and grabbed one apiece One of the idiots handed him one as well, thinking that they would get to keep theirs if he so chose otherwise. And why should he share with them? He was the dark lord, he had basically done all the work, and these four were nothing but idiots.

He would have given them a good ringing if not for a large black book that radiated a cold darkness. It was similar to and yet greatly different from the dementors. He quickly grabbed it, sensing its great and terrible power inside. This is what he came for, not gold.

He quickly put the little trinket down, not caring if the help took it or not. Soon though he realized that the book wouldn't open without a key. He looked around and saw a skeleton with a spear sticking out of its ribs laying on the ground nearby some other skeletons.

'Must have been fools searching for treasure but were not smart enough, or more likely muggles, to defend themselves. Hmph, well at least they served a purpose' thought Voldemort as he leaned down and plucked an odd metal device from beside one of them. 'They at least got to serve me in death even if they could not in life.'

And with that Voldemort opened up the book, but no sooner than he did the screeching of a thousand filled screams echoed throughout the underground pyramid. Everyone was tense. It seemed he set off a trap. Damn, well it seemed he would have to put the blame off onto someone else.

"What the hell are those!"

looking behind him Voldemort's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as what appeared to be a army of scarab beetles were marching on their location. With a few flicks of his wand that tunnel collapsed, but he could hear them eating through the stone trying to get to them.

'Damn, and I cant apparate out of here either' thought Voldemort.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Voldemort looked behind him and saw a pair of what looked like zombie hands popping out of the earth beneath them to drag down one of his servants to his death. "MY LORD PLEASE SAVE ME!"

Voldemort didn't even bother to give him a second glance and he began to retreat down through the tunnels. He could hear them. The echoing of those damned beetles and it was starting to bother him. The further he ran the more screams he heard until he was then all alone.

He soon felt relief as he left out a breath he didn't know he was holding once he escaped the pyramid and made his way into the bright sunny desert. He was about t rejoice when a voice came out from behind him.

"What are you doing with my book?"

When Voldemort turned around he was surprised to come face to face with a boy, who appeared to be about ten years old. He would have looked perfectly normal, had it not been for two things. The clothing that he was wearing was definitely ancient Egyptian, and the area on his left cheek that still had a hole in it and apeared to be decayed, mummified still for whatever reason.

"What are you?"

The child tilted his head, though his face contorted into something akin to amusement. "I am many things, but right now that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you have two things that belong to me."

Voldemort's eye narrowed upon this ignorant child that he was sure he would soon smite down. He didn't take to being looked down upon or talked to in such a way.

"And what is it that I have that belongs to you child!"

"The first is that book, which I wrote many many years ago" spoke the boy shocking Voldemort greatly. "The second is a bit more complex than that."

The boy started walking towards Voldemort in a determined yet powerful stride. "You see many years ago, gauging by the ruin this temple is in, I created a ritual that would give me eternal life and a form of immortality, but I was tricked and locked away and eaten alive by scarab beetles." The creepy part was when a scarab beetle crawled out from the hole in the side of his mouth and straight into his mouth before his teeth crunched down upon it chewing it up before swallowing it.

"It seems you and your little friends walked into something you should not have and became part of my ritual. Your friends have given me all that they can, which is why my form is nearly complete, but I need the last one to touch the sacred jars to give me his life force so that I may truly come back with my powers in tact."

An evil smile spread across Voldemort's face. This was it. This was what he was searching for. The path to true immortality had been mastered by these ancient Egyptians after all. How else could the boy have lived for so many centuries and still be able to come back in such a perfect form, minus the hole in his face which would be fixed, if he was willing to give up his own life, but he wasn't.

"You seem to believe you can force me to give you my life" chuckled Voldemort. "I am more inclined to you telling me the secrets to immortality, and then having you serve me forever!"

"Then I guess we are at a crossroad."

"So true" chuckled Voldemort before he brandished his wand and pointed it at the boy. "CRUSIO!" He was quite satisfied when the boy dropped to the grown withering in agony. It seemed that he didn't have a clue as to what this spell was until now. Not surprising really as this spell had been invented in the seventeen hundreds, long after his little nap.

Voldemort's eyes grew wide when the withering boy turned into sand and then mixed with the current sand. He didn't know what kind of magic this was but it was dangerous of that he was sure.

"How interesting" spoke a disembodied voice that seemed to come from everywhere. "A spell that forces the body to experience the highest form of pain their individual nervous system can produce. I must say magic has come a ways since I remember."

"Come out child so that I may kill you!" The voice only chuckled deeply at Voldemort's demands.

"Sorry, but I think it would be wiser of me to simply kill you and get this over with."

"If you think killing me will be so easy, thin-" but that was as far as Voldemort got before the sand under his feet sucked him in at rapid speeds pulling him under the sand and crushing him with great pressure until his body was nothing more than a stain five hundred meters below the surface.

The boy reappeared on top of the surface and appeared to be absorbing some kind of energy from the sand. When it was done his body had become complete. No longer did he look like a walking corpse or zombie or whatever. Now he was a young, supple, living, breathing, being again. Only now he was immortal!

"That was amazing!"

The boy quickly turned around getting ready for a new attack when he came to see a group of people standing off to the side watching him. He saw many of them had conflicting feeling about something, but the overall mood seemed to be shock and unimaginable joy.

"Who the hell are you people" was all the boy had to say. The old one stepped up first. He was the strongest, that was easy to tell, but the look in his eyes told him that he was not to be trusted.

"Hello young man, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is my group, known as the Order of the Phoenix."

"Your point being? And for that matter what are all of you people doing here at my temple!"

"Your temple?" The scraggly black haired one asked.

"Yes my temple! I built if after all, and since I don't see the Pharaoh or his lackeys guarding or maintaining it then I guess I'll be taking it back!"

"This temple has been abandoned for thousands of years!"

"Nobody has been alive in it for thousands of years, but trust me nobody would ever abandon the knowledge and history associated with this place."

"Be that as it may we were not attempting to break in, simply stop Voldemort from getting his hands on anything inside of it." The old one was definitely the leader.

"Who is this Voldemort character?"

"He's is the greatest dark lord to ever live... and you just killed him!"

"So?"