See prologue for disclaimer.
Chapter 2
"Ow!"
The bus jerked to a halt at the exclamation from the stairwell. The bus's passengers and driver turned swiftly, and all of them lifted their weapons that had only moments before been engaged in a fierce battle.
The weapons were all pointed at the figure that had miraculously appeared at the bottom of the stairwell. As the momentum carried the figure forward, the passengers immediately adjusted their weapons so that they were all aimed at whoever or whatever had fallen from what had previously been an unoccupied and totally destroyed top deck.
The first thing Hermione Granger saw when she opened was a pair of black boots. She blinked.
"Boots are still there." She muttered. "Not a dream." She touched her forehead, feeling the prominent bruise that was already developing there and winced. "Ouch."
She put her hands out in front of her to support her weight as she attempted to get to her feet. As she did so, her line of vision trained on the boots was broken by what looked like a rather large gun. Aimed for her forehead.
She adjusted her gaze upwards and was confronted by possibly one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. Unfortunately for her, he still had his gun aimed at her and was scowling fiercely.
"Errr. Hello? Can I help you?" She asked hesitantly. Hermione's manners had never deserted her, even during the final battle with Voldemort, and this stood her in good stead now.
"Where did you come from?" The man demanded.
"Err..." Hermione's brain malfunctioned for a moment. Even his voice was incredible, deep and sensuous. Fortunately for Hermione, as the man was glaring at her, her sense of self-preservation kicked in and she answered. "I came from the top deck?"
Unfortunately, even her self-preservation couldn't help her with this man.
The man scowled, before speaking. "The top deck," he pronounced as though the words were foreign to him, Hermione noted, "was destroyed, by the work of Imhotep." He glared at her suspiciously. "Perhaps you are another of his creatures sent here to destroy us!"
"Alright alright," Interrupted a blonde man, "You – back off." He pointed at the man whose gun was still aimed at Hermione's head. "And you." The blonde man lent down and hauled Hermione to her feet. "Explain. Now."
"Well, honestly!" Hermione exclaimed, shaking off the blonde man's hand from where it had gripped her arm and smoothing down her clothes. "I just told you where I came from." She surreptiously began to get to her wand. 'A quick Obliviate' she thought 'and I can get away from these people with their guns.' "And would you mind not pointing that in my face? It's awfully rude." She gestured at the gun held by the dark haired man and glared back at him.
"Your clothing is strange." The dark haired man stated. "Where do you come from?" He noticed her hand moving towards her pocket. "Do not..."
"Obliviate!"
Three of the adults froze.
Two remained conscious.
Hermione gulped.
Her day was not getting any better.
I've checked the spelling of Bay/Bey as I am well aware that there is more than one spelling for the name – on my Mummy Returns dvd it says Bay – therefore that's what it will be in this. I now possess all three of the Mummy films on dvd. chuckles Comments are more than welcome.