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 Two
Harry didn't need a compass for this journey. The Wind and Air told him everything. The Element told him where the archaeologists had travelled, and the way to the Ankh-Torom oasis. Therefore he wasn't tricked by the fake trails that the Medjai put out during the night.
First time Harry had come across one of their misleading clues, was a few hours ride from the village. He had stopped the camel and looked down at the pretty new caps that would surely have come from one of the archaeologists. Air, however, told him it didn't belong to them, but was set out by a Medjai trainee. The Earth had confirmed this, and had whispered to him that they were trying to mislead him to keep him from discovering the oasis. Harry shook his head as he passed another fake clue. A water-mug without water. The Medjai were getting desperate, which meant that he was getting close.
He had been in this desert for four days now, and it was bloody boring. Every night he would call up some water for the camel and himself, and he would call up a banana-tree to eat after the dried meat. Then he built the fire, and went to sleep leaning against the camel. Osiris would keep guard through the night if he wasn't delivering messages. Bill kept him updated on the magical-situation, and whatever else that happened in the world. The magic was almost completely gone from the Egyptian people, and Harry himself could feel something eating away at his powers. He had to hurry up to find this thing or he would end up loosing his own powers. Not that he needed them much anymore as Voldemort was good and dead, but he would still like to keep them.
"There, there," he said to the camel. "Nothing to worry about." The animal had become really nervous this morning, and it still hadn't calmed down. In fact, Harry was getting worried himself. There was something big and evil somewhere in his path, and it couldn't be anything else but Ankh-Torom.
A sharp cry made him look up. Osiris was returning, but this time without a letter. That was weird.
"What happened to you, my friend?" Harry muttered as the falcon landed on his outstretched arm. He spared a second to look carefully at the birds legs. Perhaps Bill had sent a hidden message? But he found nothing. That left only the Medjai. "You poor bird." He mumbled. "Fly off and follow me at a safe distance, or go home to Bill."
The falcon looked at him for a second, before taking to the air again. Harry shook his head and looked up again. The sun was setting quickly, and it was time to make camp. He got off the camel and gathered the last of the wood he had taken with him on the trip. A small gesture later and a nice little fire sprung to life. The camel laid down, and Harry himself sat down close to the fire. He didn't call up any water, nor any trees, there was just something that kept him from doing anything but stare into the flames.
It wasn't until late at night when he heard the sound of silent hoofs on the sand, that Harry rose from the trance or whatever it had been. The fire was still cracking merrily, and the camel was looking around. He heard the hoof beats again, and stood up. It appeared as thought the inevitable meeting between himself and the Medjai was going to happen.
Harry grabbed a sword and a gun with unlimited access to bullets that only knocked you out for a few hours. Or, better said, it was supposed to be unlimited, but with this magic-issue there was some doubt about that. He just hoped that the gun worked as it was charmed to, or he would be in big trouble. He took off the robe and sunglasses for perfect agility and sight and, after thanking Arana another time for the leyrie-blood, he got ready.
The Medjai came swiftly and silently. They were dressed in dark clothes, and their horses didn't make a sound. The riders were shocked however, when they found Harry completely awake and ready to fight them. The shock was over faster than one could blink, and a second later they charged and Harry had his hands full trying to keep the swords from reaching him or jumping away from bullets and daggers coming in his direction.
But no matter how much Harry fought, the Medjai proved to be a bit more than he could handle. They were very skilled fighters, and they were many, while there was only one Harry. So the end result was that Harry ended up bound and held up by two of the Medjai.
*~~*Do not fight.*~~* A voice whispered in his mind. It wasn't the same voice that had annoyed him to hell during his fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts, nor was it Fate or Destiny. This was someone else. *~~*Trust me young warrior. Do not fight them.*~~*
Harry shrugged mentally and decided to do as the voice told him to. So far the voices in his head had been quite helpful.
One of the Medjai, a man around the age of thirty with a stubble and shoulder-long wavy hair, got off his horse and made his way towards Harry. His eyes were black, the same colour of his hair and beard, and he had the customary Medjai tattoos on his face and forehead.
"You are a good fighter," the man said. He spoke with an accent, but it fit him. "And you are a smart one, avoiding all our traps. However, nothing you know or can do would have helped you if you had reached the oasis of Ankh- Torom."
"You want to bet on that one?" Harry grinned, and suddenly a ring of fire cut himself and the three Medjai away from the rest. The two men holding him, let go in shock and the man in front of him looked around in surprise. "Trust me, my friend, I am not as defenceless as I look."
The man turned back to him and studied him. When their eyes met, black against incredible green, his eyes widened slightly. He said something in Arabian to his two fellows, then raised his hand. Harry smirked as the fire he had put up disappeared. So, these Medjai weren't complete muggles after all.
"I think," the man said. "We need to talk."
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
His name was Ardeth. He was a descendant of the ancient warrior-people that had guarded Ankh-Torom, and other places in Egypt, for centuries. It was their duty to keep people from discovering these places as most of them had a curse or something similar thrown over them. All this Harry took in calmly, as if it was everyday news. And to him it was, but Ardeth - who didn't believe Harry was anything else but an Elemental - seemed a bit surprised at this.
"You are not scare or worried?" the man finally asked.
"No, not really. You could say that I am used to these things happening." Harry grinned. "Now I have a question for you," he continued. "You had the perfect chance to kill me, even if you were surrounded by fire, what made you change your mind?"
"Your green eyes." Ardeth replied. "In ancient Egypt it was believed that people with green eyes were powerful wizards, or messengers from the gods. I am not about to break the old beliefs."
"So you and your people think I am a messenger from the gods?" Harry asked in amusement. All around, hidden in the night, were the rest of the Medjai's, keeping guard. They were difficult to see, even with the fire, but Harry wasn't having as much trouble as one would have expected. The leyrie-blood was really useful sometimes.
Ardeth shrugged. "I don't want to test the theory. What are you doing here in the middle of the desert?"
Harry chuckled quietly. "My friend, you already know what I am doing here, or else you and your people wouldn't have gone to such extremes to keep me away from my destination."
"You aren't stupid, that is sure." The man sighed. "You are searching for the archaeologists, aren't you?"
"More or less."
"You are a fool for even thinking about it."
"I didn't say that was the whole reason for me to search for the oasis." Harry pointed out.
The Medjai nodded. "And what might the other reason be? What is it that makes you search for such a place as Ankh-Torom? With all the legends flying around connected to the oasis, it'd be enough to make many men run screaming into the night."
"The legends and tales are fewer than you think," the green-eyed man replied. "I had to search all over the world for information on the oasis. And the little that I have sound mostly like some sort of fairytale."
This seemed to worry the other man. "Not good," he mumbled and shook his head. Then he looked up again and studied Harry. "We cannot stop you form going in, can we?"
"You can't." Harry confirmed.
Ardeth went back to thinking, and a silence stretched between the two of them. Now and then one of the Medjai's horses would snort, and Harry could sometimes hear the silent footfalls of the men keeping guard. Otherwise the night was silent, too silent. There was some sort of magical silence creeping over the desert, and Harry could feel it penetrate him and mix with his powers. It was not a good feeling.
Harry shook his head. This was bad, really bad. As he now was the bearer of the Magical Core the thing sucking all the magic out of Egypt, could suck all the magic out of every wizard and witch in the world. He needed to stop this before it went too far.
As the sun began to rise, Ardeth looked up from the flames. "I will come with you."
Harry shook his head. "Excuse me?"
"I'm going with you."
"With me? To Ankh-Torom?" he received nods as answers to both questions. "Why? I thought you feared the place."
"I do, every sane man does." Ardeth replied and whistled. A second later his horse came over to him and he got on. "But you will not make it out alive without my help, my friend."
Harry got onto his camel, and the animal stood up. "There must be more than that driving you to come with me."
Ardeth said something to his people, who rode off again, then turned back to Harry. "There is more, my friend. I'll tell you about it on the way."
Harry stared at the man for another while, trying to make up his mind.
*~~*Accept his company,*~~* the voice was back. *~~*You will need his help. Now and in the future.*~~*
"Alright, start talking." Harry's green eyes flashed in the rising sun as the two of them started to ride again.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, that's done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
PhoenixTears101, hermionepotter141, Jess16, Chicken Stars, daemonwolf, Dragon Tamer47, EclipseAzNGTX, insanechildfanfic, HarryPotter21, misty43, zimagesto, GunSmoke2 and SSSRoaB.
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 Two
Harry didn't need a compass for this journey. The Wind and Air told him everything. The Element told him where the archaeologists had travelled, and the way to the Ankh-Torom oasis. Therefore he wasn't tricked by the fake trails that the Medjai put out during the night.
First time Harry had come across one of their misleading clues, was a few hours ride from the village. He had stopped the camel and looked down at the pretty new caps that would surely have come from one of the archaeologists. Air, however, told him it didn't belong to them, but was set out by a Medjai trainee. The Earth had confirmed this, and had whispered to him that they were trying to mislead him to keep him from discovering the oasis. Harry shook his head as he passed another fake clue. A water-mug without water. The Medjai were getting desperate, which meant that he was getting close.
He had been in this desert for four days now, and it was bloody boring. Every night he would call up some water for the camel and himself, and he would call up a banana-tree to eat after the dried meat. Then he built the fire, and went to sleep leaning against the camel. Osiris would keep guard through the night if he wasn't delivering messages. Bill kept him updated on the magical-situation, and whatever else that happened in the world. The magic was almost completely gone from the Egyptian people, and Harry himself could feel something eating away at his powers. He had to hurry up to find this thing or he would end up loosing his own powers. Not that he needed them much anymore as Voldemort was good and dead, but he would still like to keep them.
"There, there," he said to the camel. "Nothing to worry about." The animal had become really nervous this morning, and it still hadn't calmed down. In fact, Harry was getting worried himself. There was something big and evil somewhere in his path, and it couldn't be anything else but Ankh-Torom.
A sharp cry made him look up. Osiris was returning, but this time without a letter. That was weird.
"What happened to you, my friend?" Harry muttered as the falcon landed on his outstretched arm. He spared a second to look carefully at the birds legs. Perhaps Bill had sent a hidden message? But he found nothing. That left only the Medjai. "You poor bird." He mumbled. "Fly off and follow me at a safe distance, or go home to Bill."
The falcon looked at him for a second, before taking to the air again. Harry shook his head and looked up again. The sun was setting quickly, and it was time to make camp. He got off the camel and gathered the last of the wood he had taken with him on the trip. A small gesture later and a nice little fire sprung to life. The camel laid down, and Harry himself sat down close to the fire. He didn't call up any water, nor any trees, there was just something that kept him from doing anything but stare into the flames.
It wasn't until late at night when he heard the sound of silent hoofs on the sand, that Harry rose from the trance or whatever it had been. The fire was still cracking merrily, and the camel was looking around. He heard the hoof beats again, and stood up. It appeared as thought the inevitable meeting between himself and the Medjai was going to happen.
Harry grabbed a sword and a gun with unlimited access to bullets that only knocked you out for a few hours. Or, better said, it was supposed to be unlimited, but with this magic-issue there was some doubt about that. He just hoped that the gun worked as it was charmed to, or he would be in big trouble. He took off the robe and sunglasses for perfect agility and sight and, after thanking Arana another time for the leyrie-blood, he got ready.
The Medjai came swiftly and silently. They were dressed in dark clothes, and their horses didn't make a sound. The riders were shocked however, when they found Harry completely awake and ready to fight them. The shock was over faster than one could blink, and a second later they charged and Harry had his hands full trying to keep the swords from reaching him or jumping away from bullets and daggers coming in his direction.
But no matter how much Harry fought, the Medjai proved to be a bit more than he could handle. They were very skilled fighters, and they were many, while there was only one Harry. So the end result was that Harry ended up bound and held up by two of the Medjai.
*~~*Do not fight.*~~* A voice whispered in his mind. It wasn't the same voice that had annoyed him to hell during his fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts, nor was it Fate or Destiny. This was someone else. *~~*Trust me young warrior. Do not fight them.*~~*
Harry shrugged mentally and decided to do as the voice told him to. So far the voices in his head had been quite helpful.
One of the Medjai, a man around the age of thirty with a stubble and shoulder-long wavy hair, got off his horse and made his way towards Harry. His eyes were black, the same colour of his hair and beard, and he had the customary Medjai tattoos on his face and forehead.
"You are a good fighter," the man said. He spoke with an accent, but it fit him. "And you are a smart one, avoiding all our traps. However, nothing you know or can do would have helped you if you had reached the oasis of Ankh- Torom."
"You want to bet on that one?" Harry grinned, and suddenly a ring of fire cut himself and the three Medjai away from the rest. The two men holding him, let go in shock and the man in front of him looked around in surprise. "Trust me, my friend, I am not as defenceless as I look."
The man turned back to him and studied him. When their eyes met, black against incredible green, his eyes widened slightly. He said something in Arabian to his two fellows, then raised his hand. Harry smirked as the fire he had put up disappeared. So, these Medjai weren't complete muggles after all.
"I think," the man said. "We need to talk."
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
His name was Ardeth. He was a descendant of the ancient warrior-people that had guarded Ankh-Torom, and other places in Egypt, for centuries. It was their duty to keep people from discovering these places as most of them had a curse or something similar thrown over them. All this Harry took in calmly, as if it was everyday news. And to him it was, but Ardeth - who didn't believe Harry was anything else but an Elemental - seemed a bit surprised at this.
"You are not scare or worried?" the man finally asked.
"No, not really. You could say that I am used to these things happening." Harry grinned. "Now I have a question for you," he continued. "You had the perfect chance to kill me, even if you were surrounded by fire, what made you change your mind?"
"Your green eyes." Ardeth replied. "In ancient Egypt it was believed that people with green eyes were powerful wizards, or messengers from the gods. I am not about to break the old beliefs."
"So you and your people think I am a messenger from the gods?" Harry asked in amusement. All around, hidden in the night, were the rest of the Medjai's, keeping guard. They were difficult to see, even with the fire, but Harry wasn't having as much trouble as one would have expected. The leyrie-blood was really useful sometimes.
Ardeth shrugged. "I don't want to test the theory. What are you doing here in the middle of the desert?"
Harry chuckled quietly. "My friend, you already know what I am doing here, or else you and your people wouldn't have gone to such extremes to keep me away from my destination."
"You aren't stupid, that is sure." The man sighed. "You are searching for the archaeologists, aren't you?"
"More or less."
"You are a fool for even thinking about it."
"I didn't say that was the whole reason for me to search for the oasis." Harry pointed out.
The Medjai nodded. "And what might the other reason be? What is it that makes you search for such a place as Ankh-Torom? With all the legends flying around connected to the oasis, it'd be enough to make many men run screaming into the night."
"The legends and tales are fewer than you think," the green-eyed man replied. "I had to search all over the world for information on the oasis. And the little that I have sound mostly like some sort of fairytale."
This seemed to worry the other man. "Not good," he mumbled and shook his head. Then he looked up again and studied Harry. "We cannot stop you form going in, can we?"
"You can't." Harry confirmed.
Ardeth went back to thinking, and a silence stretched between the two of them. Now and then one of the Medjai's horses would snort, and Harry could sometimes hear the silent footfalls of the men keeping guard. Otherwise the night was silent, too silent. There was some sort of magical silence creeping over the desert, and Harry could feel it penetrate him and mix with his powers. It was not a good feeling.
Harry shook his head. This was bad, really bad. As he now was the bearer of the Magical Core the thing sucking all the magic out of Egypt, could suck all the magic out of every wizard and witch in the world. He needed to stop this before it went too far.
As the sun began to rise, Ardeth looked up from the flames. "I will come with you."
Harry shook his head. "Excuse me?"
"I'm going with you."
"With me? To Ankh-Torom?" he received nods as answers to both questions. "Why? I thought you feared the place."
"I do, every sane man does." Ardeth replied and whistled. A second later his horse came over to him and he got on. "But you will not make it out alive without my help, my friend."
Harry got onto his camel, and the animal stood up. "There must be more than that driving you to come with me."
Ardeth said something to his people, who rode off again, then turned back to Harry. "There is more, my friend. I'll tell you about it on the way."
Harry stared at the man for another while, trying to make up his mind.
*~~*Accept his company,*~~* the voice was back. *~~*You will need his help. Now and in the future.*~~*
"Alright, start talking." Harry's green eyes flashed in the rising sun as the two of them started to ride again.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, that's done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
PhoenixTears101, hermionepotter141, Jess16, Chicken Stars, daemonwolf, Dragon Tamer47, EclipseAzNGTX, insanechildfanfic, HarryPotter21, misty43, zimagesto, GunSmoke2 and SSSRoaB.