Saga Side Story: Treasures of Egypt
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this except the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: This story was inspired by the movie-trilogy 'The Mummy', 'The Mummy Returns' and 'The Scorpion King'. I have taken some things from the movies, like the Medjai and Ardeth himself, but I am not making any money from this, so don't flame.
I also know that Set and Selket aren't evil, but in my story they are. If this offends someone please accept my appologies.
Thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter One
It had been a week since Blaise broke up with him, and Harry had buried himself in his work. His friends and co-workers became so worried that one day they just forced him into his coat and nearly threw him out on the street.
"And don't come back until you're completely smashed!" Draco growled before slamming the door in his face.
Harry had shaken his head in amusement, and started to drag along the streets. Luckily London was a very big town, and you could walk for hours on end before having to cross your own trail.
After having walked for a few hours, Harry had entered a pub called the Red Lion. And now, hours later, he was still in the same pub, nursing his first beer and looking at the TV in the corner.
"...three archaeologists have disappeared with their workers." The news- reader said. "Apparently they were searching for the legendary oasis of Ankh-Torom, and were last seen in a small village two weeks ago. No one have heard anything from them..."
Harry tuned the reader out as his thoughts began to fly. 'Ankh-Torom. Now where have I heard that before?' he thought to himself. 'Back to the HQ it is.' He paid for the drink and hurried outside. This time he didn't bother to walk all the way back, but apparated straight into the middle of his office.
Draco, who had taken over the office while Harry was getting drunk, jumped and fell off his chair when he saw a perfectly sober Harry Potter appear out of nowhere. "Jesus! Potter, I thought you were supposed to get drunk, not scare the shit out of people!"
"You're a wizard Draco, surely you know about apparating and disapparating?" Harry replied and hurried over to his private library. The bickering with Draco was a second nature to him now, and both knew that the other didn't mean what he said. The Red Dragons would be getting worried if the two of them didn't argue all the time.
"But... but what are you doing here?" Draco asked as he got to his feet and picked up the chair.
"Something has caught me attention." Harry said absentmindedly. "Where are you?" he mumbled as he searched through the books.
"You aren't thinking of kicking the bucket as the Americans would've said, are you? Because if you are, I am calling everyone in here and then you'd have to listen to one of Hermione's lectures." Draco threatened.
"No, no, I'm not. I'm searching for a book. Gotcha!" Harry grinned. "Oh, and Draco, would you be so kind and contact Bill Weasley and ask him to find out everything he can about these missing archaeologists?"
"Sure. What missing archaeologists?"
"He will know what I'm talking about." Harry said as he headed into the small living-room connected to his office.
"Yes, but I don't." Draco growled and headed out of the room. Harry got weirder and weirder every day.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"Ankh-Torom," Harry muttered while looking through the book on ancient Egypt. "Where are you Ankh-Torom?" This was the fourth book he had dug up in one of the huge libraries that belonged to the Red Dragons Order.
He was currently sitting on a airplane headed for Cairo. On the airport he would meet up with Bill Weasley and together they would travel to the last village the group of archaeologists had passed through before disappearing. In the days following the news on the TV there had been nothing about the archaeologists, and Harry had used this time to research ancient Egypt and everything he could find about Ankh-Torom. The disappointing thing was that there was very little about the oasis, but from what he could gather it was a place not to mess around with. If one took the word 'torom' and changed around on the letters, one got 'morto', which meant death.
"We'll be landing in a few moments," the captains voice sounded through the plane. "Please put everything away, turn off mobile phones and computers, and put on your seat belt. Thank you."
Harry sighed and put the book away. He wasn't fond of travelling like a muggle, but Bill had warned him about apparating to Egypt. Something or someone was sucking all the magic out of the land. Wizards lost their powers within the night, and Bill himself could hardly perform a Lighting Spell these days, where before he had been able to do the most difficult of charms and hexes. Harry shook his head. This was bad, but did Fudge or anyone else listen to him? No, of course not!
The plane landed smoothly, and ten minutes later Harry was carrying his small sack over one shoulder. He was dressed in a blue short-sleeved shirt, and faded blue jeans. His scar was hidden with his Shape-Shifting ability, and he was wearing dark sunglasses to hide his eyes. He didn't look any different from all the other tourists walking around him.
"Harry!" the call came from somewhere to the side.
Harry turned and grinned when he saw the tall, long-haired red-headed man waving. "Bill! Wonderful to see you!"
Bill grinned as well, the fang-earring glittering in the sun. "You too, Harry, you too." They started to walk towards Bills jeep that stood parked a few streets away from the airport. "Anything new with the Red Dragons?"
"Not really, no. Sirius and Severus are still at each others throats. Athan and Zev are not speaking to each other for some strange reason, though I'm grateful for it as it means that they are not fighting. Salazar is still his crazy self, and the rest is, as they say, history. Molly and the others send their greetings, though."
"Yep, nothing's changed." Bill laughed.
Harry shook his head and threw his bag in the backseat of the jeep. Bill hadn't changed much, even if he was soon to fill fifty years, he looked like a thirty year old man.
Harry got into the car. "So, what can you tell me?"
"Nothing much except for the fact that the archaeologists visited six villages before setting out towards Ankh-Torom, and that they got five men from each village. But I don't think it can help you much." The red-head replied.
"You never know," Harry said. "How long will it take to reach the outmost of these villages?"
"A few hours. I've already got a camel waiting for you there and a falcon by the name of Osiris for you to send messages with."
"You're not coming with me?" the green-eyed man asked.
Bill shook his head. "Can't, they need me at a dig, and I don't dare to go into the desert without my magical powers."
"Yes, anything new on that while we're at it?"
"Elemental magic is completely safe to use, where you are at an advantage. It is unsafe to even try the simplest of spells these days, so we have to do things the muggle way. I hope that you find those archaeologists Harry, because I have a feeling that this disappearing of magic has something to do with them."
Harry just nodded and looked ahead again. Things got more and more complicated by the second.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"So, what did you get out of these people?" Harry asked. He and Bill were sitting in a small bar in the last village. People there were avoiding them like the plague.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Bill replied. "Once I mentioned the archaeologists everyone shut up tighter than a goblins money-belt."
"And the other five villages?"
"Nothing there as well. A completely impossible feat." The red-head shook his head. "You're not getting help out of these people Harry. Even the camel cost me much, and I had to take from the Red Dragons Founds. The falcon, Osiris, belongs to me." Bills paid for the drink they had had - there was no bartender around to accept the money - and the two of them went outside.
At the edge of town stood a camel. It wasn't loaded down with everything you'd expect a normal person to carry with themselves on a trip into the desert, but then again when had Harry been considered normal? He didn't need any water to load down the animal as he could call it up fresh from the ground due to his Elemental powers. He didn't need much food as he could make a tree grow in the blink of an eye, and seconds later he would have a banana or apples or whatever to eat. However, the camel was going to carry a bit of dried meat, enough for two weeks by Harry's estimations.
"Are you sure about this Harry?" Bill asked as Harry put on a light robe with cuts up to the waist so that it was easy to move and fight in. He put on one of the turban-like hats and covered his nose and mouth with a piece of cloth. The sunglasses still hid his eyes. "Why has this caught your attention? Archaeologists get lost in the desert all the time."
"I don't know Bill," Harry replied and got into the saddle. "But when I find out you'll be the first to know." The camel stood up and started to walk.
"Just be careful Harry." Bill said quietly as he watched his friend ride off into the deadly desert.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, what do you think?
Thanks to:
SSSRoaB, chaser1, Dragon-Revenge, athenakitty, aerinoutlander, zimagesto, hermionepotter141, HarryPotter21, misty43, insanechildfanfic, twin demonic angels, No, Wood is not a stick, daniboy, Chicken Stars and daemonwolf.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this except the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: This story was inspired by the movie-trilogy 'The Mummy', 'The Mummy Returns' and 'The Scorpion King'. I have taken some things from the movies, like the Medjai and Ardeth himself, but I am not making any money from this, so don't flame.
I also know that Set and Selket aren't evil, but in my story they are. If this offends someone please accept my appologies.
Thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter One
It had been a week since Blaise broke up with him, and Harry had buried himself in his work. His friends and co-workers became so worried that one day they just forced him into his coat and nearly threw him out on the street.
"And don't come back until you're completely smashed!" Draco growled before slamming the door in his face.
Harry had shaken his head in amusement, and started to drag along the streets. Luckily London was a very big town, and you could walk for hours on end before having to cross your own trail.
After having walked for a few hours, Harry had entered a pub called the Red Lion. And now, hours later, he was still in the same pub, nursing his first beer and looking at the TV in the corner.
"...three archaeologists have disappeared with their workers." The news- reader said. "Apparently they were searching for the legendary oasis of Ankh-Torom, and were last seen in a small village two weeks ago. No one have heard anything from them..."
Harry tuned the reader out as his thoughts began to fly. 'Ankh-Torom. Now where have I heard that before?' he thought to himself. 'Back to the HQ it is.' He paid for the drink and hurried outside. This time he didn't bother to walk all the way back, but apparated straight into the middle of his office.
Draco, who had taken over the office while Harry was getting drunk, jumped and fell off his chair when he saw a perfectly sober Harry Potter appear out of nowhere. "Jesus! Potter, I thought you were supposed to get drunk, not scare the shit out of people!"
"You're a wizard Draco, surely you know about apparating and disapparating?" Harry replied and hurried over to his private library. The bickering with Draco was a second nature to him now, and both knew that the other didn't mean what he said. The Red Dragons would be getting worried if the two of them didn't argue all the time.
"But... but what are you doing here?" Draco asked as he got to his feet and picked up the chair.
"Something has caught me attention." Harry said absentmindedly. "Where are you?" he mumbled as he searched through the books.
"You aren't thinking of kicking the bucket as the Americans would've said, are you? Because if you are, I am calling everyone in here and then you'd have to listen to one of Hermione's lectures." Draco threatened.
"No, no, I'm not. I'm searching for a book. Gotcha!" Harry grinned. "Oh, and Draco, would you be so kind and contact Bill Weasley and ask him to find out everything he can about these missing archaeologists?"
"Sure. What missing archaeologists?"
"He will know what I'm talking about." Harry said as he headed into the small living-room connected to his office.
"Yes, but I don't." Draco growled and headed out of the room. Harry got weirder and weirder every day.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"Ankh-Torom," Harry muttered while looking through the book on ancient Egypt. "Where are you Ankh-Torom?" This was the fourth book he had dug up in one of the huge libraries that belonged to the Red Dragons Order.
He was currently sitting on a airplane headed for Cairo. On the airport he would meet up with Bill Weasley and together they would travel to the last village the group of archaeologists had passed through before disappearing. In the days following the news on the TV there had been nothing about the archaeologists, and Harry had used this time to research ancient Egypt and everything he could find about Ankh-Torom. The disappointing thing was that there was very little about the oasis, but from what he could gather it was a place not to mess around with. If one took the word 'torom' and changed around on the letters, one got 'morto', which meant death.
"We'll be landing in a few moments," the captains voice sounded through the plane. "Please put everything away, turn off mobile phones and computers, and put on your seat belt. Thank you."
Harry sighed and put the book away. He wasn't fond of travelling like a muggle, but Bill had warned him about apparating to Egypt. Something or someone was sucking all the magic out of the land. Wizards lost their powers within the night, and Bill himself could hardly perform a Lighting Spell these days, where before he had been able to do the most difficult of charms and hexes. Harry shook his head. This was bad, but did Fudge or anyone else listen to him? No, of course not!
The plane landed smoothly, and ten minutes later Harry was carrying his small sack over one shoulder. He was dressed in a blue short-sleeved shirt, and faded blue jeans. His scar was hidden with his Shape-Shifting ability, and he was wearing dark sunglasses to hide his eyes. He didn't look any different from all the other tourists walking around him.
"Harry!" the call came from somewhere to the side.
Harry turned and grinned when he saw the tall, long-haired red-headed man waving. "Bill! Wonderful to see you!"
Bill grinned as well, the fang-earring glittering in the sun. "You too, Harry, you too." They started to walk towards Bills jeep that stood parked a few streets away from the airport. "Anything new with the Red Dragons?"
"Not really, no. Sirius and Severus are still at each others throats. Athan and Zev are not speaking to each other for some strange reason, though I'm grateful for it as it means that they are not fighting. Salazar is still his crazy self, and the rest is, as they say, history. Molly and the others send their greetings, though."
"Yep, nothing's changed." Bill laughed.
Harry shook his head and threw his bag in the backseat of the jeep. Bill hadn't changed much, even if he was soon to fill fifty years, he looked like a thirty year old man.
Harry got into the car. "So, what can you tell me?"
"Nothing much except for the fact that the archaeologists visited six villages before setting out towards Ankh-Torom, and that they got five men from each village. But I don't think it can help you much." The red-head replied.
"You never know," Harry said. "How long will it take to reach the outmost of these villages?"
"A few hours. I've already got a camel waiting for you there and a falcon by the name of Osiris for you to send messages with."
"You're not coming with me?" the green-eyed man asked.
Bill shook his head. "Can't, they need me at a dig, and I don't dare to go into the desert without my magical powers."
"Yes, anything new on that while we're at it?"
"Elemental magic is completely safe to use, where you are at an advantage. It is unsafe to even try the simplest of spells these days, so we have to do things the muggle way. I hope that you find those archaeologists Harry, because I have a feeling that this disappearing of magic has something to do with them."
Harry just nodded and looked ahead again. Things got more and more complicated by the second.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"So, what did you get out of these people?" Harry asked. He and Bill were sitting in a small bar in the last village. People there were avoiding them like the plague.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Bill replied. "Once I mentioned the archaeologists everyone shut up tighter than a goblins money-belt."
"And the other five villages?"
"Nothing there as well. A completely impossible feat." The red-head shook his head. "You're not getting help out of these people Harry. Even the camel cost me much, and I had to take from the Red Dragons Founds. The falcon, Osiris, belongs to me." Bills paid for the drink they had had - there was no bartender around to accept the money - and the two of them went outside.
At the edge of town stood a camel. It wasn't loaded down with everything you'd expect a normal person to carry with themselves on a trip into the desert, but then again when had Harry been considered normal? He didn't need any water to load down the animal as he could call it up fresh from the ground due to his Elemental powers. He didn't need much food as he could make a tree grow in the blink of an eye, and seconds later he would have a banana or apples or whatever to eat. However, the camel was going to carry a bit of dried meat, enough for two weeks by Harry's estimations.
"Are you sure about this Harry?" Bill asked as Harry put on a light robe with cuts up to the waist so that it was easy to move and fight in. He put on one of the turban-like hats and covered his nose and mouth with a piece of cloth. The sunglasses still hid his eyes. "Why has this caught your attention? Archaeologists get lost in the desert all the time."
"I don't know Bill," Harry replied and got into the saddle. "But when I find out you'll be the first to know." The camel stood up and started to walk.
"Just be careful Harry." Bill said quietly as he watched his friend ride off into the deadly desert.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, what do you think?
Thanks to:
SSSRoaB, chaser1, Dragon-Revenge, athenakitty, aerinoutlander, zimagesto, hermionepotter141, HarryPotter21, misty43, insanechildfanfic, twin demonic angels, No, Wood is not a stick, daniboy, Chicken Stars and daemonwolf.