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Chapter Two – Ancient Egypt?

Darkness turned to light. He was awoken by rays of sun from somewhere above him, which shone on his face, making him open his eyes. The minute his head came into focus, Harry immediately noticed two things. The first was that he had a terrible headache. He felt as if his head was splitting in two; he had to close his eyes again to try and block out the pain. The second thing he noticed was that he was lying on something large and soft. He sat bolt upright and became worried that he was late for class, until he remembered the events in the Potions classroom. He was now fully awake, and inspected his surroundings. He was sat in a large bed surrounded by translucent hangings. He pulled them aside and looked around the room. It was quite large, but not overly sized as the bed took up most of the room. The walls were strangely decorated; they were covered with many patterns and symbols. A few paintings and carpets hung around the room and there were also many statues and pillars stood in places. Most things in the room were gold, and it made Harry feel like a King. To the left of him was a small archway, big enough for one person to pass through, which had a translucent curtain instead of a door.

A second later, a dark haired young girl of about fifteen walked through the curtain carrying a golden tray. She was wearing a white tunic, which came down to her knees and had shabby brown sandals on. The girl set the tray on a table beside the bed and turned to Harry who looked at her stupidly. The girl, who did not look surprised to see him, bowed slightly and said "I have brought you breakfast, my Prince." She motioned towards the tray. "I hope you will enjoy it." Harry was, to say the least, very confused.

"Wait." He said. "Did you just call me 'my Prince'?"

The girl looked horrified. "Oh, I am so sorry! Would you prefer it if I called you Prince Tjaroy?"

"Why would you call me that?" Harry asked.

"Well, that is your name, is it not?"

Harry was about to say no, when he stopped. He was getting treated like a Prince. Why should he deny himself that? It would certainly make a change from his treatment at the Dursley's.

"Yes of course," he said. "What is your name again?"

The girl looked surprised having being asked such a thing from a Prince, but answered, "My name is Rhoetta, Prince."

"Rhoetta. What a nice name," Harry smiled.

Rhoetta blushed and made her way towards the curtained exit. "If you need anything, my quarters are the second of the servants."

Harry thanked her and she left with a slight bounce in her step. Harry had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he wasn't complaining. He reached over and peered into the golden tray. On it was a bowl of fruit, a few slices of bread and a silver goblet filled with water. It was then that he suddenly realised he was rather hungry. After two minutes he had eaten and drank the entire contents of the tray, and was still hungry. He got out of bed and circled the room, taking a closer look at everything there. When he came across a wall mirror, he stopped and looked at his reflection. Although it was not his reflection. Instead of Harry Potter, with his messy black hair, sparkling green eyes and scruffy glasses staring back at him, it was a handsome young man about eighteen years old, with short brown hair, brown eyes and skin slightly more tanned than Harry's. He had to admit; he wasn't at all bad looking. In fact, he was quite stunning. Now he knew why the servant girl Rhoetta had blushed when he said he liked her name.

Suddenly, Harry had a thought completely out of the blue. Where is Malfoy?

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Draco Malfoy had always got what he wanted. He was treated like a King non-stop, at home and even at school. He had seen and done many things some couldn't even dream of. But when he opened his eyes, and was in full view of his surroundings, it was safe to say he had never seen anything like it in his life. The bed he was in was huge; enough to sleep four people at least, and only took up a quarter of the room. The walls were decorated with patterns and symbols and all around the room stood objects that looked priceless. Most things were gold; but whether it was real gold or not he couldn't tell. Draco was about to get out of bed when a servant girl came elegantly through the door. She noticed Draco sat at the end of the bed and gave a gleaming smile.

"You're up, then," the girl said shortly and stalked over towards him. "Rhoetta has told me the Prince is up; I presume you'll want to see him later?"

Draco looked at her oddly and said, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? You're kidding, right?" When Draco just looked at her blankly, the girl sighed. "You must have had a little too much wine last night. I'm Irikara. Kara? Your first maiden and best friend? Does that ring a bell?"

Of course Draco didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but nodded anyway, then ultimately decided that was a bad idea. A sharp pain shot through his head, and he clutched it protectively.

Kara shook her head, bemused. "Definatly too much wine." She walked towards the doorway and turned around.

"By the way, I brought you breakfast earlier. It's over there." She pointed to a wooden table beside the bed. "Eat that, then you'd better get dressed. I'm sure Prince Tjaroy is waiting to see you." With that, she disappeared. Draco, who was slightly shocked, decided he had nothing to loose, and took her advice. He ate the full contents of the breakfast (fruit, bread and water), and then managed to find a pile of beautiful clothes in a large trunk at the foot of the bed. When he saw the tunics and dresses, he made a large wailing noise.

"What the hell is this?" he asked himself, holding up a slightly effeminate piece of underclothing. He dropped it in a flash, and rushed over to a mirror hanging on the wall. He almost fainted in shock. Not only was he a completely different person, he was also a completely different gender.

"A woman!" He exclaimed. "I'm an effing woman!"

Indeed he was a woman, although she was more like a young girl, maybe around sixteen or seventeen. Although he had to admit, she was a very pretty girl. She had long black hair, just past the shoulders, with deep ocean blue eyes and a few freckles around her nose and had olive skin that almost made her glow. Draco prodded his face as if he couldn't believe this was what he looked like. At least I'm not ugly, he thought. He also found it rather peculiar that he still felt like he had his old body, as he could feel that he had certain bodily parts that women did not.

He rummaged through the trunk of clothes, and in the end settled on a long white tunic reaching his knees with a strap on his right shoulder and wore a pair of nice brown sandals.

Relatively pleased with his appearance, Draco decided to explore the house, or wherever he was, and try looking for Harry at the same time. He stepped out of the room, and came across a small corridor decorated the same as the bedroom. Two directions; left or right. Draco took a stab in the dark and went left. He kept walking, passing many doors on the way, until he came to what looked like an Embroidery room. He peered inside to see about ten girls between the ages of thirteen and eighteen sewing and making clothes. He entered the room and swallowed nervously when all the girls looked towards him. The one nearest stood up and curtseyed before saying "Princess Nefertiri. What brings you here, my Lady?" I'm a princess? Draco thought. How cool.

"Um, would you happen to know where Prince Tjaroy might be?" he asked remembering what Kara had said.

"Yes Lady, he was here a few minutes ago. I told him you would be looking for him, and so I sent him to your room," the girl said.

"Oh, OK. Thank you…what's your name?" he inquired.

"My name is Helena, Lady," she replied.

"Helena." Draco echoed. "Thank you Helena."

He turned and left the room, turning to head back the way he came. Once outside the door, he took a deep breath, and entered the room he left earlier, only to come face-to-face with…

"Potter." Draco said bitterly.

"Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed. "You're Princess Nefertiri?"

When Draco shrugged Harry couldn't hold back his laughter. "You're…a…woman…oh…my…god!" he said in between bits of laughter.

Draco huffed. "Shut up, will you!" he demanded. "I'll have you know I'm a very good-looking woman!"

Harry snorted in amusement.

"I suppose I'm right in guessing you're Prince Tjaroy?" Draco asked eying Harry critically.

Harry nodded.

"Maybe they're brother and sister then?" Draco guessed.

"Maybe. Tjaroy's not such a bad looker, either," Harry said.

"Makes a change for you then, eh Potter?" Draco said smugly, although deep down he knew he didn't mean it. Everyone, including Draco, knew that Harry was one of the best looking boys at Hogwarts. Aside from him, of course.

Harry, not taking Draco's comment seriously, grinned. "I guess so," he said.

"So what do we do now, then?" asked Draco expectedly.

"Find a way out of here back home, I suppose." Harry replied.

"And where exactly is 'here'?"

"Well, judging from the surroundings and the people's attire, I'd say we're in Ancient Egypt." Harry guessed.

"Ancient Egypt!" Draco exclaimed. "How the hell did we get here?"

"The potion. We obviously did something wrong." Harry said. "I told you we should have got it checked out by Snape." He looked at Draco accusingly.

"What are you looking at me like that for? You're the one who fetched the ingredients." Draco snapped.

"Well you're the potions expert, you should have checked before you added them!" Harry retorted angrily.

"Yes, alright, blame it all on me then!" Draco was fuming. "So tell me, what plan has the great Harry Potter got to save us this time then?"

"Stuff it, Malfoy. Lets just calm down, OK?" Harry said.

"Calm down, calm down? I'll give you calm-"

"Malfoy!" Harry barked. "Just shut up will you? I'm trying to think!"

"Well, there's a first time for everything," Malfoy smirked.

Harry rubbed his temples. "Look, lets just think. What do we know?"

"Apart from the fact that we're stuck in Ancient Egypt?" Draco tried.

"Yes, apart from that."

"Um ok…" Draco said thoughtfully. "What else do we know…"

"We're in someone else's body?"

"No," Draco shook his head. "I've got it. We're in our own bodies; when I look at you I see your real appearance and vice versa."

"Riiight" Harry said slowly. "Go on."

"But when we look in the mirror, we see what all the people from this time must see us as. So in theory, we're in our own bodies, but everyone here sees us as Nefertiri and Tjaroy. Which is kinda weird, but that's got to be what's going on."

Harry looked at him with growing admiration. "You really are quite smart." He mused.

"Of course I am," Draco said smugly.

"Ok, now that's sorted, we need to find a way to get back home to the future," Harry said.

"I think I can help you with that," a voice whispered from the doorway.

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Ok, people there's chapter two for you! Remember, this is my first fan fiction story, so if it's not very good, you know why. Oh, and let me know if you think this story is worth me carrying on with! There's no point me writing it if you don't like it! Please review it helps me write quicker if I know some people out there like my story and are waiting to read the next chapter! Love you all, and bye for now!