Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Morpheus
By Pippy182
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter 5: The Prophecy of Morpheus, Part I
The trees of the forbidden forest swayed violently against one another as ominous clouds rolled across the horizon, sending dark shadows across the Hogwarts grounds. Albus Dumbledore stood at the window of his private quarters, watching the waves pound on the shore. Out of the corner of his eye, Albus saw something that he rarely saw on the grounds at this time of night…a person, dressed head to toe in deep blood-red robes that covered her face, sprinting towards the castle gates as the rain began to fall. He watched her approach the winged boars and attempt to open the gates. At least I know the wards are working, he thought as the woman banged on the gates with her fists.
Yet before he could even blink, the woman disappeared, reappearing inside the gates. Without a thought, Albus crossed his room to the fireplace and grabbed a clump of floo powder in his hand and threw it into the fire.
"Severus, Alastor, we have an intruder on the North grounds," he said with haste. Soon, the gravelly voice of Alastor moody was heard on the other side and Albus returned to his stand by the window. The person was making their way up towards the castle when two other hooded figures exited the entrance hall and stopped the person in their tracks. Alastor and Severus tried to grab the person by the arms, but once again they disappeared, yet did not reappear for quite some time. Puzzled by the intruder's ________, Albus left his private quarters through the portrait of Manglewn the Majestic and headed towards the entrance hall, until he came across the person…
"Albus Dumbledore," a woman's voice, with a strong Egyptian accent yet a soft tone said, slightly out of breath. "I knew I would find you here."
Albus looked curiously at the woman standing before him, taking in the shape of her dilapidated robes and the small black satin bag clutched in her hand. "I don't believe I know you, Miss –"
"My name is not important, however my purpose is."
He nodded slowly while waiving his hand out in front of him. "To my office then?"
The woman nodded slowly and they both headed off towards the stone gargoyle leading up towards Albus' office. Before they could enter, however, Severus and Alastor stopped them.
"Headmaster, we tried to stop her from entering –"
"That will be all, Severus. Everything is quite all right," Albus said without his usual twinkle in his eyes. Severus and Alastor nodded before leaving the corridor, Alastor muttering about 'filthy, stinking intruders'. The woman and Albus slowly headed through the stone gargoyle and up the staircase into his office, where he promptly lit the fire and motioned for the woman to sit. "I must say that you do have something for me to call you by?"
The woman thought for a moment before answering. "Call me Lachesis."
Albus perked up at the sound of her name before continuing on with making tea. "Very curious name, Lachesis."
Lachesis lowered her hood, revealing long, bushy black hair and deep brown eyes that were almost black against her dark olive skin that was wrinkled around her eyes and mouth. She was slightly chubby with smudges of dirt on her face and clumps of leaves in her hair, which she quickly removed and threw into the fire. "Forgive me for my appearance, Mr. Dumbledore, but I have come a long ways to find you."
"It is quite alright, my dear. Please call me Albus," he said lightly as he sat in the chair across from her. "Do tell me where you have ventured from?"
Lachesis took a wand out from one of the many folds in her robes and waved it in front of her, where a spinning map of Egypt floated. After a few more flicks, the map zoomed into a location many miles south of Cairo. It was labeled –
"Amarna," Albus whispered as he leaned in for a closer look. "If I remember correctly, that was the capital of Ancient Egypt, no?"
"You know your history, Albus," Lachesis said with a smile that made the wrinkles on her face crease even more. "And I daresay that you know about the city?"
Albus, looking pleased with himself, nodded his head. "From what I know, Pharaoh Akhenaten built it around 1400 B.C."
"Almost there, Albus. 1350 B.C., but I am not one for sordid details," Lachesis said smartly before a rather serious expression came over her face making her seem older than she was. "I am afraid that that isn't the reason I am here today. It is a matter of great importance."
Albus nodded his head sadly, leaning back in his chair. With a flick of his wand, the tea tray he had been preparing earlier flew towards them and landed on the coffee table between them. After they both prepared themselves tea, Albus urged her forward.
"Well, 'tis a long story Albus and I am afraid that I cannot tell it. Therefore, I had one of my servants write it down." She reached into her robes once more and pulled out a piece of parchment. It was of a different type of paper; papyrus, Albus thought mystically as he broke the scarab-wax seal and began reading the loopy writing.
"Amarna is a beautiful place, Albus. And as with all beautiful things, it has a dark past. Of course you must know about the Egyptian gods, primarily Ra and Isis. But I will bet every ounce of gold that I own that you have never heard of Amanuet, the goddess of protection, or at least know the reason she became a goddess in the first place. And so, this is where I will begin my story.
"Around the time Akhenaten was building Amarna, a beautiful and smart woman entered the site of the palace. One of Akhenaten's servants brought her to the Pharaoh's private quarters where he would be. When Akhenaten asked of her, she said her name was Amanuet and she was a gift from the Gods. What you must understand, Albus, is that anything that was a gift from the Gods was sacred, holy if you will. So the Pharaoh decided upon a test – if she truly was a gift from the gods, then she should have some type of power. Akhenaten asked her what she was exactly and why the gods sent her.
"I am a seer, my dear Pharaoh,' she proclaimed. And when the Pharaoh asked what she foreseen, she went into a sort of trance until…, 'I see your kingdom, Pharaoh. I see that it will be the most powerful in Egypt.'
"Of course, the Pharaoh was ecstatic and promptly requested she be built her own villa outside of the walls of the castle to maintain her privacy. Her prediction, as you might have guessed, was true. Amarna eventually over took Thebes, Cairo, Mendes and Avaris, some of the most prominent Northern Egypt kingdoms. The Pharaoh acknowledged Amanuet's prediction by given her riches and cloths along with some of the finest food in Upper Egypt. But Amanuet wasn't as pure as the Pharaoh thought she was. Because of her power and steadily growing wealth, men began to look upon her and crave her while women detested her.
With such threats, the Pharaoh insisted that Amanuet be under constant supervision of the royal guards. But all of these security measures wouldn't help in the long run…
One day, a rich and rightfully handsome man approached Amanuet's layer. But he was too thick headed to ignore Amanuet's calls of lust, which she typically did to travelers. The man, who had little brain and will power, proceeded headlong into a torrid love affair – while he was married. Of course, his wife soon found out about it, being best friends with one of Amanuet's socialites. The man's wife soon schemed an elaborate plot to murder Amanuet.
The plot worked. The woman told her own guards to hold off Amanuet's security while she slipped into the bedchamber of Amanuet, where both her husband and Amanuet slept in each other's arms. The woman killed Amanuet and demolished her husband's more…private areas.
The next day, Pharaoh Akhenaten was devastated to learn Amanuet had been murdered. But nothing would compare to the Gods. Various accounts say that Ra actually came down to Akhenaten and killed him for extinguishing something so pure. Ra then demolished the woman who killed Amanuet. Not killing her by any means. Instead, Ra made the woman's life damned.
Ra then took Amanuet's spirit from the Underworld and brought her up to the platform of the Gods. But she wasn't let off easily for her sins. Instead, Ra put her under Morpheus' rule (the God of Dreams and Prophecies). Here, she was his messenger, delivering word to the mortals on earth of their fates.
"This is very interesting, Lachesis, although I am having trouble understanding what this all means," Albus said mildly. But Lachesis was nodding him on.
"There is more, Albus. And trust me, this it the part that is the most serious." Albus scanned over the part of the letter he had just read before coming upon a new paragraph.
Now you know who Amanuet is, and I am fairly certain you know who Morpheus is. Yes, he is Grecian, yet there is a part of his story you don't know. Morpheus at one time was a small boy living in Athens before many of the Gods were admitted to the skies. His mother was Egyptian, coming from a long line of Pharaohs and Queens while his father was one of the most powerful political figures in Greece. One day, as the small Morpheus was by the river, he looked in and saw a most astonishing sight.
It was a man, by all appearances a powerful man, with death and destruction over him like a shroud. Morpheus stared hard at the picture, taking in every detail before it swirled into a baby boy with bright green eyes and a lightning bolt cut into his forehead. The evil man approached the child and attempted to kill it, yet instead, ripping himself from his body into a particle-like form. The child was celebrated and all was well until the man appeared again, stronger and more powerful. But the same baby boy was there, this time much older and alongside a girl. The girl had violet blue eyes, much like the red ones of the Evil, yet with more of a purpose and understanding. The girl was killed, sacrificed if you will, to protect a large number of people before the boy with bright green eyes 'unhinged' the Evil once again.
But the Evil wasn't gone, and neither was the girl. She had been resurrected by the one who calls themself 'the raven' and taken far away. Many years later, the girl returned, powerless and re-joined the ranks of her own with the boy to finally conquer evil. But before Morpheus could find out what happen, the stream went into its usual, clear form leaving Morpheus puzzled. And so, the prophecy was said to happen, yet Morpheus couldn't place a date, time or place on it and left it alone --
"—Until Harry Potter and Karista Flannigan were born," Lachesis said seriously as she set her teacup down with a loud clunk. "Albus, I daresay you know what she is?"
Albus nodded his head solemnly, refolding the letter and holding it in his lap. "I believe that she is the woman in Morpheus' prophecy, correct?"
"Yes, Albus. And it is a terrible fate to wish upon anyone but it is true," she said sadly. A silence filled the room, disturbed only by the crackle of the fire. "There is more, I'm afraid."
Albus looked up into her face, an ominous look on her face. "The prophecy didn't complete itself, which means one of two things: Miss Flannigan will either conquer the Dark Lord or will be defeated by him the second time she faces him."
The room was silent, but it wasn't at all comfortable. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Albus, without his usual twinkle and an indeed somber tone, went on. "If she lives, we live. But if she dies –"
"If she dies, darkness will reign."
More silence.
"Why have you bestowed this information upon me, Lachesis? I think it would have been better suited to Miss Flannigan," Albus said thoughtfully. Lachesis shook her head.
"She knows. Amanuet has already seen her within dreams and I do believe there has been a noticeable change with Karista's behavior. Mark that it is only because the thing that she fears most is death," Lachesis said quietly. Albus looked down at the letter in his lap. This war has taken a most unexpected and saddening turn, he said to himself. "I am afraid that my visit here has come to an end, Albus. I thank you for the tea and pray that things go well in the future."
Lachesis stood unsteadily from her seat while Albus rose from is own. Taking her hand, he lead her out of his office, envelope clutched in his unused hand, and proceeded to lead the woman to the entrance hall. A few Order members were in the hall and watched curiously as Dumbledore lead the woman towards the doors. Yet before they could get outside, Lachesis spotted someone amongst the crowd. The person looked over towards Lachesis before an astonished look crossed her face and she came forward from the crowd.
"Miss Flannigan," Lachesis said warmly, approaching Karista and taking her hands in her own. The Order members were watching now; Karista looked aghast at the woman before her. "The prophecy has begun."
With that, Lachesis turned around, offered another thank you to Dumbledore, and stepped out into the blistering storm that had grown steadily worse since her arrival. Before a blink of the eye, she had disappeared.
Karista stood, eyes wide and mouth wide. 'Amanuet,' she murmured, loud enough for Dumbledore to hear.
"Miss Flannigan, I think you are mistaken –"
"No, Headmaster, that was Amanuet."
A/N: Need I say that the story I have written about Amanuet is only true within my story? As well as Morpheus'? Although, Amanuet really is the Egyptian Goddess of Protection and Morpheus really is the Grecian God of Dreams? Amarna really was the capital of Ancient Egypt, really constructed in 1350 B.C. by Akhentaten and Lachesis was one of the Grecian fates, specifically the one who measured the thread…
Part II of chapter five is slated to come out later in the week, and covers Harry's training to be an auror. Jeez, it's been a long time since I have written anything with PoM. For now, I want to thank Arcarum, Wolf550e, Sandrex and Lilbean on HPC for keeping tabs and such. I've just been to darn busy…hopefully this will clear up a lot about Amanuet and the whole Prophecy. If not, I'm ready for questions.
Pulls out flame retardant underwear, bag for the chocolates and inbox for questions
As always, all the above can be sent to pepino51@attbi.com or amanuet@hotmail.com doesn't really matter which one anymore…they both work now
