The Hidden Chamber

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Another little adventure from the 'Stepping Back' archive.

There is an extended AN at the bottom also.

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"Explain to me again how this turned into a group holiday," Harry whispered to James whilst they waited for their portkey to be ready.

"Blame this idiot," James muttered, jerking his head in the direction Sirius. "All you had to do was say you had a lead on a hit and you would be gone for a few days, but no, you had to open your trap and now we have two heavily pregnant women to look forward to in the blistering heat."

"It wasn't my fault," Sirius defended. "She didn't believe me. I'm telling you, she's a master in the Mind Arts."

"Oh, shut up," Harry sighed, "you know as well as I do that she's never studied legilimency in her life. She gave you that look, and you crumbled."

Sirius looked affronted by the accusation and then livid at the sound of a whip cracking courtesy of James' wand.

"Bugger the pair of you," he bit back. "Just because you're both getting a hard time. That'll teach you for getting them up the duff," he finished smugly.

Before either Harry or James could offer a rebuttal, the trio were interrupted by the arrival of the three women, two swollen with the child and the other smiling sweetly at the Black heir.

"I swear, if this kid keeps leaning on my bladder, I will end up wetting myself," Lily grumbled.

Both James and Harry grimaced as Sirius guffawed.

"Ah, the joys of pregnancy," he mocked, wiping away a faux tear.

"Laugh it up, you shit, you've got all of this to look forward to one day. You won't find it so funny then," James returned with a grin.

"That's even if he's capable," Harry added. "Either that or Marlene knows how disgusting he is and won't let him near her."

Marlene cut off any heated response from Sirius who had flushed red with either rage, embarrassment or a combination of the two.

"I'll have you know, we have a very healthy and active relationship, thank you very much."

"I really didn't want to hear that," Harry groaned.

"You can shut up," Sirius growled. "I don't even want to know what the hell you two get up to in your spare time, but I doubt it would be considered legal," he fired back, gesturing between Harry and Bellatrix.

The latter of the two raised a delicate brow in his direction.

"Oh, Sirius, didn't mummy warn you not to provoke a pregnant woman?" She asked innocently as she drew her wand. "Our hormones can be quite…unpredictable."

The anger of the man subsided as he paled under the threat. Fortunately for him, they were called forward to take their portkey before the situation could escalate. He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned towards Harry.

"I don't know how you haven't had a heart attack, mate. You're bloody mad for getting involved with one of us."

Harry chuckled good-humouredly, patting his friend on the back in comfort.

"You just have a unique talent for riling her up. The difference between us, Sirius, is that I know when to stop."

Sirius shook his head in reply as they were instructed to take hold of the portkey.

"Is it even safe for you to be travelling like that?" he asked Lily.

"It's fine," she assured the man. "The babies are strong enough for portkey travel but not apparition."

Sirius merely shrugged as he felt the familiar jerking sensation grip him around the navel. Thankfully, the spinning didn't last long, and the group was deposited into another landing area, the heat of the new land they found themselves in stifling.

"Merlin, it's hotter than I thought," Bellatrix huffed, rubbing a hand across her protruding stomach.

"Well, the resort isn't far from here so we can go and get you settled in," Harry offered as he massaged her back.

She offered him a grateful smile as they began the checking in procedure I which they had to have their wands checked and registered. The wizard in charge of this gave Harry a curious look whilst he scrutinised his, merely shrugging after a few moments before handing it back.

"What was that all about?" Marlene questioned.

"I don't suppose he's seen a wand like it before," Harry answered with a shrug.

True to his word, the resort they had chosen to stay in was only a short walk away from where they had arrived. It was a wizarding resort, so they wouldn't have to be careful about using magic and Harry was certain that he was unlikely to be recognised unless others from Britain were here.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the thought. He didn't mind the pointing and being accosted for photos, he had dealt with that his whole life after all, but sometimes, he wished he could simply walk through Diagon Alley without being inhibited.

"You can relax, Harry," Bellatrix soothed. "It's quite empty here," she added, gesturing around them.

Harry gave her a genuine smile. If any understood his need for privacy, it was her. She had born witness to what he was subject to, day in and day out. She handled it with all the grace that would be expected of her even if she couldn't help but think of those that harassed him as vultures looking to curry favour. She would smile politely, indulge their interest for a while but would ultimately be the one to come to his rescue when she could see he was being overwhelmed. She was a rock and he couldn't be more grateful for her presence in his life.

"Thank you," he returned, kissing her gently on the cheek. "How is she doing?"

Bellatrix huffed irritably.

"She's going to be just like you. She's active at night-time and causes me more problems than she should," she answered, her eyes narrowed. "But she will be beautiful, strong and smart."

"Just like her mother," Harry offered.

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Potter. Not when I'm like this."

Harry chuckled at the woman.

Her pregnancy had been somewhat difficult, mostly because the little one inside her made it so. She was barely getting much sleep and a sleep-deprived Bellatrix was never a joy to be around. Harry, however, took it in his stride and did everything he could to make her more comfortable. Often, his gestures would fall flat, but he was learning, and she knew he was trying. It meant a lot to her and the woman and babe meant everything to him.

"Do you want to go and have a rest? I can bring you some food if you like," he offered.

Bellatrix nodded.

"I want olives and chocolate spread."

Harry grimaced at the odd combination. One thing he had learnt well was that pregnancy cravings were strange things. Bellatrix would dip black olives into chocolate spread and devour both jars as though she was starving. He would watch in morbid curiosity, wondering how on earth she could stomach such a thing.

With a chuckle of amusement, he bid the others farewell as he helped her to their room and settled her into a plush armchair.

"Is there anything else you'd like?"

Bellatrix shook her head.

"No but remember to let Peter and Remus know we arrived safe. You know what those two are like," she sighed.

"You mean your sister," Harry corrected. "She fawns over you more than I do."

"Cissy just worries," Bellatrix defended. "It's nice having her around."

Harry nodded. Although the young woman could irritate him with her incessant interfering, he was grateful she was there when he couldn't be. He knew his wife was in safe hands when he was away from home.

"I'll be back in a minute," he assured her before leaving the room.

He wandered back to where they had arrived to ask where he could get the required food for the woman. The portly man working on the reception assured him that he would have it sent to the room in due course and Harry thanked him, relieved he would not have to traipse all over a city he did not know to find it.

As he left the reception area, he came across James seemingly wandering aimlessly in search of something.

"Any idea where I can get beetroot around here?" he asked.

Harry smirked knowingly.

"Try the reception. The guy in there seems to be able to get anything."

James released a deep breath as he nodded gratefully.

"Tell Padfoot to meet us on the veranda over there in twenty minutes. We need to plan how we are going to pull this off," Harry instructed, pointing to a secluded spot a short distance away.

"We'll be there," he assured the other man before he headed off towards the reception himself to acquire the food his own pregnant wife had become inclined towards.

Harry returned to his own room to find Bellatrix napping in the chair. Quietly, so not to disturb the small amount of sleep the woman got, he took the seat a short distance away and began perusing the book that would explain what their next adventure would entail whilst he waited for the arrival of Bella's food.

It was only a few moments later that a tap on the door pulled him from his reading and he stood to answer. The man handed over what he had requested, and Harry gave him a generous tip for saving him what would likely to be considerable time and effort.

Seeing that it was unlikely that his wife would wake soon, he placed the food where it would be seen easily and slipped out of the room to meet with two of his fellow marauders, sending off a patronus each to Peter and Remus to inform them all was well.

As expected, he found James and Sirius where had requested they meet him, both appearing tired from the stress of travel. Harry had never understood how tiring it could be until today. Though as a wizard it was simple enough to pack and travel, it was much harder to do so with two pregnant women and a man who could moan for England were it an international competition. Sirius had proven yet again to be a poor travel companion.

"So, how are we going to explain what the hell we are really doing here?" James asked.

"Bella knows what I'm planning to do," Harry replied with a frown.

"Well, Marlene doesn't, and I doubt she'll be happy after the last one," Sirius snorted, remembering their previous venture.

"Only because another woman managed to seduce you," James chuckled.

"I wasn't seduced," Sirius hissed.

The other two had taken it upon themselves to mention the whispering witch whenever they got the chance. Marlene had not been amused when she had learnt of what had befallen him.

"Anyway," Harry interjected, heading off any unpleasantness before it could begin, "I think we should leave early. It won't take us long to get there, but we need to set up the wards to keep the muggles away. This spot is quite popular with them."

Both James and Sirius nodded their agreement.

"So, what are we expecting this time? A hag who will give me the chop? Or maybe a high priest that will set the twelve bloody plagues on us?" Sirius questioned irritably.

Harry shrugged.

"I have no idea, but be prepared, maybe wear a cup if you're that worried."

"He'd have to get them from Marlene's purse first," James added with a smirk.

"One more out of you, Potter and I'll take yours from Evans' pocket," Sirius threatened.

"Alright, enough," Harry chastised. The two word go back and forth for hours if he didn't put a stop to it now. "Just, be prepared as best you can. I have no idea what to expect, the book is a little vague on that."

"Great," Sirius declared sarcastically as he stood. "Why do I have a horrible feeling that whatever is waiting for us, it will bloody well come for me?"

With a shake of his head, he took his leave, muttering under his breath.

"He's right," James agreed "he attracts trouble the same way you attract weirdos in the street. Anyway, sleep well," he finished, patting the other man on the shoulder before he too left.

Once more, Harry returned to his room to find his wife sleeping soundly in the bed, the food that had been brought evidently consumed with gusto. Quietly, he undressed and joined her, his mind focused on just what the next day would bring. He hoped Sirius's bad feeling was an omen for things to come, but the man had a nose for impending trouble. Harry just hoped it was a feeling and that nothing would come from it, however, he had been honest when he said he couldn't be certain just what it was that they would find.

(BREAK)

He woke the following morning well-rested, though to an empty bed. Bella had slept poorly since the start of her pregnancy and last night had been no different. He found her eating breakfast at the table within their rooms and he sat down to join her, a plate having been filled for him already.

"How long do you think it will take you?" she asked as she helped herself to some of the fruit.

"Not long, with a bit of luck," he replied as he poured himself some coffee. It wasn't something he had drunk until he had begun his apprenticeship under Dumbledore. The man had high expectations and being awake at the crack of dawn appeared to be one of them.

"Well, just be careful. I wouldn't want to have to explain to this one her father was killed on a foolish errand," she replied with a shake of her head. "I still don't get why you do it. It's not like we need the money."

"I've spent most of my life in danger," he reminded the woman. "I suppose without it, I feel lost."

Bellatrix gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I know, Harry, and I know you wouldn't put yourself in a situation you couldn't get out of. I just worry about you. That's what happens when someone cares."

His heart warmed at the sentiment. It had been something he craved as a child and throughout his teenage years. Ron and Hermione had given him that to an extent, but not the way Bella had. The woman sat before him had given him everything he could ever want and so much more.

"I know," he returned with a smile, "and don't think I don't appreciate it."

"You'd better. There aren't many witches out there that could put up with the crap you've put me through," she warned. "Now go and explore your tomb or whatever it is. I'm spending the day in the spa."

With a chuckle, he kissed her on the cheek and took a shower before bidding her farewell to go and fetch James and Sirius, that being if the latter had gotten permission. James, he was not worried about. Lily likely knew what the trio were up to. It was her that he had gotten the required knowledge from regarding the muggle side of the site they planned to visit.

"Are you ready?" he called after knocking on the door of the other Potter. Himself and the rest of the group knew not to walk in on the pair unannounced. Remus had found that out to his own detriment.

"Yeah," the voice of James replied, "I'll be out in a minute."

Harry waited for the man to emerge, which he did only a moment later and the two headed to the room of Sirius and Marlene stopping short of the door when they heard raised voices.

"Should we leave them to it?" James asked.

"Wimp," Harry muttered as he thumped his fist against the door.

The shouting ceased and it opened almost immediately. The two were faced with an irate Marlene or sent a glare their way.

"Can Sirius come out to play?" James quipped causing Harry to shake his head in disbelief.

Marlene's nostrils flared but she did not reply. Instead, her gaze switched to Harry who met it with a grin. Marlene could not intimidate him, and she knew it, but that didn't stop her trying from time to time.

"You'll give one day," she sighed. "Sirius, your friends are here," she called through the open door behind her.

"Do you two always argue?" James asked.

Marlene shrugged.

"Depends on how much of a git he's being."

"All the time then," Harry commented as the man himself stepped out of the room.

"All the time what?" he questioned with a frown.

"Nothing," Harry denied, "now give mummy a kiss, we have to go."

"Bugger off," Sirius grumbled as he turned his attention to the woman waiting for him. "We shouldn't be long."

Marlene just hummed in response.

"Oh, come on, you can't be like that with me," he tried.

With a sigh, the woman relented and pulled him into her arms.

"Be careful, you bloody idiot. If anything happens to you, I will hold Potter personally responsible."

"Oi, why me?" James asked, insulted by the proclamation.

"She meant me, you prat," Harry answered. "Don't worry, Marlene, he will be home in time for tea, safe and well," he added with a mock salute.

With a kiss and managing to avoid the fuss Marlene tried to bestow upon him, Sirius managed to extricate himself from the woman and the trio took their leave.

"Where exactly are we going?" Sirius asked.

"The Great Pyramid of Khufu," Harry announced. "It's the biggest one in Egypt."

"What can we find there? Surely the muggles would have taken the treasure by now."

Harry shook his head.

"The book mentions a room protected by magic. They wouldn't have found it and we will be the first ones to enter it in over four thousand years."

"Why do I get the feeling you aren't telling us everything?"

"Because that is all I know," Harry replied. "The author never went in. He said there was a special kind of magic he didn't understand."

"So, what makes you think you will?" James asked.

"Because I came a few weeks ago. I know exactly what magic it is," Harry revealed with a smirk. "I didn't want us to come here and it be a dead end."

"Then why didn't you bloody well go in yourself?" Sirius huffed.

"Why would I do that when I've got two idiots to share the experience with?"

Sirius fell silent as James shook his head in amusement.

"More like you didn't want to risk going in alone," he muttered.

"There is that," Harry agreed. "Now, hold on, I'll apparate us there."

Reluctantly, the duo took hold of an arm each and braced themselves for the discomfort of side-along travel. Having been squeezed through the metaphorical tube, they arrived a short walk away from the pyramid and began journeying towards it.

"It's massive. How the hell did they build this place?"

"A mixture of magic and slavery," Harry answered as he set about the task of casting wards to divert the muggles and any other nosy witch or wizard in the area. "The Ancient Egyptians were quite industrious when it wasn't them having to do the work."

"Must have taken a lot of them," Sirius commented as he eyed the enormous structure.

"Yeah and a lot of deaths too," Harry replied. "Let's not talk up another load of inferi coming for us though."

Sirius flinched. If so many had died building the pyramid, there must be thousands of corpses beneath their feet.

"No, we don't want that," he mumbled to himself as he waited for the other man to complete his work.

"Right, that should do it," Harry informed them a few moments later, content that the temporary protections would suffice. "Let's head in."

James and Sirius allowed him to take the lead and followed behind a few paces. With Harry having been here previously, it didn't take them long to navigate their way through the limestone building. It took around only a quarter of an hour to reach a rather bland wall that looked no different from any other.

"It's a wall," James pointed out disappointedly.

"It's what's behind it that we're after," Harry returned as he placed a hand against it.

"And what is in there?" Sirius questioned.

"I have no idea," Harry answered with a grin, his curiosity and the impending discovery of the unknown lifting his spirits. "That's what makes this one fun."

"We've got a very different perception of what fun is," Sirius returned dryly.

Nevertheless, he fell silent whilst Harry closed his eyes, feeling for the magic in the wall. He stayed this way for some time before opening them and frowning in thought.

"What is it?" James probed.

"I can get us in, but there doesn't seem to be a way out. We can't apparate when inside and it's a sealed room with no doors, or anything."

"Then let's go," Sirius urged. "If there's nothing in there, then why bother?"

Harry shook his head, the frown still firmly in place.

"No, there's something in there. It's just hiding. I think it could be an old type of Fidelius that is failing. Whoever cast it is long dead along with the secret keeper."

"Bloody hell," James declared. "It's either something really good or really bad to be hidden like that."

"And likely dangerous," Sirius added.

"There's only one way to find out," Harry sighed.

James and Sirius looked on as he began hissing furiously at the wall. This went on for several minutes, the anger and volume in which he spoke growing considerably. Eventually, Harry seemingly won whatever conflict he was having, and he seized the pair by the arms and pulled them through the wall.

"Merlin, that was powerful," he panted once they had passed through it. "Whoever cast that piece of magic really didn't want anyone in here."

"I don't see why," Sirius growled irritably, "there's nothing here."

Harry frowned as he took in the large room they found themselves in. It was almost identical to all the others they had crossed, from the limestone used to construct it and the unlit torches adorning the wall. With a flick of his wand, he attempted to light them, only for the spell to fizzle out before it could reach its target. Upon casting, a large stone from the ceiling fell and it was only his quick instincts that prevented him from being crushed. He waved off the other two as he pondered the situation, coming to a realisation shortly after. Trying again, this time using parseltongue, the sconces lit without consequence and he nodded satisfactorily.

"You were saying," he mocked as a plinth rose from the floor, displacing a considerable amount of sand. "Wait," he advised as Sirius tried to press forward.

"For what?"

"Don't you think it is a bit strange that there is sand in here? We're two floors above the ground outside."

"Well, it's not likely to be something alive. You said yourself that nothing has been in this room for so long."

Harry conceded the point with a nod. He couldn't feel any changes within the room, but he couldn't shift the feeling that danger was lurking.

"Don't cast anything. I think a part of the protections here was to ensure even witches and wizards couldn't take whatever is here. I don't know how common parseltongue was during the time, but I'm guessing it was quite rare."

"What makes you say that?" James asked.

"Because whatever is here is big and precious enough that it was protected by likely the strongest of the period."

The other Potter swallowed audibly, fighting the urge to draw is wand.

"You'll be alright, just keep your wands away," Harry warned as he slowly approached the small column of stone.

They reached it unhindered and both his companions let out a sigh of disappointment when they saw what rested upon it.

"Is that it?" Sirius snarked, "a bloody old whip?"

Harry shushed him as he felt the magic radiating off the item wash over him, causing him to shudder.

"There's some writing," James interrupted, pointing to a small plaque on the side. "What does it say?"

"It's in runes," Sirius observed, "but none that I've ever seen."

"It's in parseltongue," harry informed them. "You wouldn't be able to read it like most others."

"Well, what does it say?" James repeated.

"Whomever shall liberate the whip from its' rest shall have the power of a thousand armies. Beware, such power corrupts and corrupt you it shall," Harry read aloud.

"What does that mean?"

Harry silenced Sirius with a shake of his head.

"I don't know, but there isn't a curse on it," he explained. "Just give me a minute."

Again, the two watched as Harry went to work, holding his hand but an inch away from the whip whilst he whispered inaudibly, trying to dissect the magic it held.

"Merlin," he sighed only a few moments later. "It's a good thing old Tom never got hold of this."

"What does it do?" James enquired.

"It's like an Imperius Curse, only much stronger. Anyone who is lashed with it will fall under the spell and I doubt very few if any would be able to fight it off, let alone a muggle. It's extraordinary."

"So, there's no treasure?"

"This is a treasure. If anyone else were to get hold of this, they could potentially become the worst Dark Lord in history. Imagine trying to fight an enemy with an endless army of completely loyal and obeying soldiers. Remember how bad the Death Eaters were and times it by millions."

"I don't really fancy that," James snorted.

Sirius nodded his agreement.

"I'd better get rid of this," Harry sighed as he removed the whip from the plinth.

As he did so, the sand beneath their feet began to tremble and positively came alive with a water-like rippling.

"What is that?" Sirius panicked as he drew his wand.

"Stay calm," Harry cautioned. "They won't hurt you if you let me handle it."

The trembling continued until snake after snake emerged from within the sand and began heading towards the trio.

"Stop," Harry hissed.

Much to his and the others relief, the obeyed the order and stared at him expectantly.

"Look at the bloody size of them," Sirius whimpered.

Harry couldn't help but appreciate the majesty of the snakes. They were, as Sirius pointed out, rather large for their breed. In all, there were at least a hundred of them, frozen and with their hoods open, poised and ready to attack.

"I hate snakes," Sirius whined.

"Don't wet yourself yet, Padfoot. You'll be fine."

"Says the shit who can talk to them."

"Go back to where you came from, there is no danger here," Harry commanded.

The snakes did just that, digging themselves back into the sand and leaving the floor as though so many serpents had not just disturbed it.

"Can we please leave now?" Sirius pleaded. "You've got a new whip you can add to your sex dungeon, let's bloody well get out of here."

Harry ignored the comment of the man as another sound could be heard coming from above them. He held up a hand for the others to be silent also and continued to listen. It stopped suddenly and he sighed in relief, though what turned out to be too soon.

Without warning, what could only be described as an avalanche of large armoured insects fell through the gap the falling stone from earlier had left and barrelled towards them.

"Incendio," Sirius screamed in panic, aiming a torrent of flame towards the hoard.

"Shit," Harry cursed as another large piece of stone dropped from the ceiling followed by another and then another.

"WE NEED TO GET OUT, I CAN'T STOP IT," he shouted, his efforts to do so falling flat. Evidently, only one error could be made in the room before reaching a stage of utter unforgiveness.

He sent a stream of fire of his own towards the wave of insects, not keen on learning just what they would do to a human body as he rolled away from another lump of stone.

Instinctively, he grabbed hold of James and Sirius before creating a vortex of flame around the trio. The insects would have to be destroyed if they stood any chance of making it to the other side of the room without being crushed by the falling debris.

After a few moments, the number of insects thinned out and, following his lead, they began to slowly move towards the entry, still having to dodge the stone that seemed intent on ending their lives prematurely.

"Let's go to Egypt, I know a place that hasn't been seen before," Sirius mocked.

Harry chose to ignore the sarcasm and they reached the entry way despite the danger they faced.

"Well, get us out," Sirius demanded as he created a wall of fire to keep the remaining insects at bay.

"I'm trying," Harry replied through gritted teeth. "In case you forgot, I couldn't find a way out."

"Ah, this is great. Now we get to die in here and will likely never be found. Thanks, Harry, I owe you one."

With a growl of annoyance at his friend and his own stupidity, Harry flicked the elder wand into his wand and levelled it at the wall that would not budge, no matter what he tried.

With a flick, a sound resembling a detonating bomb was heard and the wall exploded outwards with a rumbling crash. Seizing the others by the back of their robes, he pulled them clear and apparated them onto the sand outside.

The trio simply laid on their backs, breathing heavily with none knowing what to say.

"Well, I don't know if that was a success or a fucking shamble," James heaved after several minutes.

"A bit of both, I'd say," Harry panted.

"You're both nuts," Sirius sighed. "I don't know why I bloody put up with you Potters."

"Well, look on the Brightside," Harry groaned as he sat. "I will have you home by teatime as promised."

James snorted as Sirius threw a handful of sand at the other boy.

There had been no treasure to find, but they came away with another memory, one that none of their wives would find amusing when they learnt of it.

"How long do you think he'll be grounded for?" Harry asked James after he had taken down the wards, nodding towards an unhappy Sirius.

"A week at least," James muttered.

"I CAN BLOODY HEAR YOU," Sirius shouted, eliciting a bout of laughter between the Potters.

"Probably until the next one," Harry guessed.

James nodded his agreement.

"Where next?"

Harry placed an arm around the man's shoulder and began leading the way back towards Sirius so they could apparate to the resort.

"Well, have you ever been to America?" he asked with a conspiratorial wink.

A/N

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