That night after dinner, many other easterners and westerners walked over to a nearby bar to celebrate the night before their journey. Harry decided to tag along also, considering that he had nothing else to do but sleep, and he wasn't looking forward to having another dream about Hermione's death.

The men all loaded up on beer and were drunk. Harry paid no attention to them. He was thinking, thinking about the mysterious woman. She seemed so... familiar! It was driving him crazy. He was so deep in thought that his brain seemed to block out most of the laughing and other noise in the backround.

"Where have I seen her before?" he thought to himself, "Wait... have I even seen her before? Or am I making this all up in my he-- "

"Don't touch me you bastard!" he heard a poor and desperate voice yell out from where the drunk Indians were.

He turned around quickly and noticed that sometime when he was day- dreaming the woman must have walked in. He frowned when he noticed what was going on.

"Oh c'mon Omorose!" one of the men said, "We were just playin'!"

"Well I'm not a toy!" she screamed and tried to break loose of his tight grip around her bare waist.

"If you're that eager to get away from me then here!" the man said while pushing her harshly into another muscular man who held her so tightly while other men started pouring beer down her throat. She coughed and spat some of it out but they held her head back for more.

She coughed and coughed and kicked and smacked while the drunk men just laughed. They ignored the fact that she was getting sick, queesy, and weaker by the second.

"Hey!" Harry screamed angrily while cutting his way through the crowd, "Let her go!"

A man stepped forward, "Now why, may I ask, Mr. Potter, we should?" he asked sarcastically.

Just then the girl started choking. "Drop her now" -- he took out his wand and pointed it at his throat-- "or I will make you drop her!" Harry ordered. The man seemed in deep thought; he glanced at a few of his friends, as if asking them for advice. "Just drop her man. " one of them answered, "Yea, Wosret, she's not worth it."

Wosret scowled, and dropped the girl who's eyes went in the back of her head and she fell on the floor, unconscious. Everyone moved away, afraid of what Harry would do, seeing that she was senseless..

Harry calmly put his wand back in his pocket, knelt down, picked her up, and carried her out of the bar.

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If you're wondering why I chose such odd names for my new characters in this chapter, it's because they're Egyptian. Here's their meanings:

Omorose: Beautiful

Wosret: Powerful One

R/R! ~OceanGirl28