When Harry's heart rate finally went back to normal, he got out of
bed to wash his face. He had that dream every night for the past three
years... ever since Hermione had died. He hated it. He had been trying to
move on... but he just couldn't. Harry had barely gotten any sleep for the
past three years! Surprisingly, he still had enough strength in the morning
as he always would when he got enough sleep.
He had never had any feelings for Hermione until the night she died. He had no idea what came over him. something just. hit him! What he was looking for all along was right in front of him. and it was too late.
He soon got the dream off of his mind and remembered that his best friend, Ron, was coming to visit. Then he remember why Ron came all the way to Egypt to visit him in the first place.
After Hermione died he couldn't leave Egypt, he wanted to stay where she was buried. (Voldemort's hide-out was in Egypt so when he went to kill him and Hermione died instead they buried her there.) He took a job studying mummies, even though what he really wanted to be was an Auror.
Today the people of India were to accompany him on his new expedition. There had been a war going on for the past two years: the west half of Egypt vs. the east half of Egypt, and the easterners had killed too many of the westerners troops, so the they surrendered, and agreed to accompany him and Ron, who was also helping, on an expedition to find the mummy of Amenhotep, a dangerous Pharaoh from one thousand years ago, who is thought to have placed a deadly curse on his tomb. He wasn't looking forward to it, but it was his job. They were to have a feast tonight, before they set off on their journey -- it was only a boring feast.
Harry sighed and went to sit by the window. He looked out at the miles and miles of sand for a while, just thinking... thinking about Hermione. Just then he saw little specs off in the distance. "It must be the westerners." he muttered to himself. He didn't like them, for even though they had signed a treaty, he still did not trust them.
They were getting closer and closer by the minute. They finally neared the gate. Harry saw that someone was on a bed with silk drapes being carried by four muscular men. He tried to make out who was in it, but couldn't tell. He knew that the king of the western half of Egypt was not married, and it wasn't the king being carried in it because he was leading the whole gang on his horse in the front of the line.
After trying to get even just a small trace of who the person was for a few minutes, Harry gave up and decided to take a shower and get ready for the guests.
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Sorry for the rather . . . boring, not to mention short chapter! lol! Don't worry! It'll get better! R/R! ;-) ~OceanGirl28 P.S. I would just like to say that I have absolutely nothing against Indians.
He had never had any feelings for Hermione until the night she died. He had no idea what came over him. something just. hit him! What he was looking for all along was right in front of him. and it was too late.
He soon got the dream off of his mind and remembered that his best friend, Ron, was coming to visit. Then he remember why Ron came all the way to Egypt to visit him in the first place.
After Hermione died he couldn't leave Egypt, he wanted to stay where she was buried. (Voldemort's hide-out was in Egypt so when he went to kill him and Hermione died instead they buried her there.) He took a job studying mummies, even though what he really wanted to be was an Auror.
Today the people of India were to accompany him on his new expedition. There had been a war going on for the past two years: the west half of Egypt vs. the east half of Egypt, and the easterners had killed too many of the westerners troops, so the they surrendered, and agreed to accompany him and Ron, who was also helping, on an expedition to find the mummy of Amenhotep, a dangerous Pharaoh from one thousand years ago, who is thought to have placed a deadly curse on his tomb. He wasn't looking forward to it, but it was his job. They were to have a feast tonight, before they set off on their journey -- it was only a boring feast.
Harry sighed and went to sit by the window. He looked out at the miles and miles of sand for a while, just thinking... thinking about Hermione. Just then he saw little specs off in the distance. "It must be the westerners." he muttered to himself. He didn't like them, for even though they had signed a treaty, he still did not trust them.
They were getting closer and closer by the minute. They finally neared the gate. Harry saw that someone was on a bed with silk drapes being carried by four muscular men. He tried to make out who was in it, but couldn't tell. He knew that the king of the western half of Egypt was not married, and it wasn't the king being carried in it because he was leading the whole gang on his horse in the front of the line.
After trying to get even just a small trace of who the person was for a few minutes, Harry gave up and decided to take a shower and get ready for the guests.
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Sorry for the rather . . . boring, not to mention short chapter! lol! Don't worry! It'll get better! R/R! ;-) ~OceanGirl28 P.S. I would just like to say that I have absolutely nothing against Indians.
