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A/N - I just want to say a big thank you to those people who reviewed. I really appreciate it. And because of you guys, I was inspired to write another chapter for your reading pleasure! So I hope you enjoy it, and please review, I really like knowing what you think of this story!

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Chapter Three – Tomorrow's Another Day

Harry and Draco whipped their heads round to see whom the voice belonged to. In the doorway stood a very pretty girl; maybe about sixteen, the same age as the two of them. She was quite tall, only slightly smaller than Harry and had wavy golden hair, blue eyes and pale skin. The two boys just stared at her in shock.

"Who are you?" Harry asked finally. The girl stepped further into the room.

"My name is Hettimenhu, but everyone calls me Hetti." She replied. "And you are…?"

"I'm Harry, and that's Mal…Draco," Harry said. "So do you work here like Rhoetta?"

Hetti smiled. "No. I am Translator-of-the-god, one of the Five. Now-"

"Hold on," Draco interrupted. "What are 'the Five'?"

"What are the Five? You can't let anyone know you've been asking that. They'd think you were mad! Everyone knows who the Five are." Looking at their blank faces, she sighed. "Well, anyone who lives here, anyway. The Five are very important people who each have a certain job to do every so often for the God." Hetti explained. "Of course we all know there is more than one, but we speak and give offerings only to the King of Gods - Amun. The Five are in rank order of importance and powerfulness. The first and lowest rank of the Five is Embroidess-of-the-god, then Clother-of-the-god, then Bearer-to-the-god, then Translator-of-the-god then finally Speaker-to-the-god. All of the Five live in a separate room from the servants in the southern part of the palace."

"Right, I think we just about got that." Harry said.

"Yeah, yeah that's all well and good, now back to us," Draco said. "How much did you hear?" he eyed Hetti suspiciously.

The girl rubbed the back of her neck, looking sheepish. "Um, all of it?"

"And you don't think it's weird or anything?"

"Well of course I do, but I can tell it's the truth. Besides, anyone who lived here wouldn't ask such a stupid question as 'What are the Five?'" Draco flushed a little.

"So, you think you can do something to get us back home?" Harry asked.

"Well sort of, but there's a problem," Hetti said. "My father is a rather powerful wizard, so he might be able to help."

"So what's the problem?" Draco enquired.

"Erm, well he's travelling at the moment and won't be back until the day after tomorrow."

Draco sighed. "Great," he said unenthusiastically. "Just what we need. Two more days in a place that we know nothing about."

"I could always fill you in," Hetti suggested. "I know pretty much everything there is to know around here."

"OK then," Harry said, sitting on the bed, followed closely by Draco who sat next to him. "Shoot."

"Right. Let's see." Hetti started. "As you know Draco, you're Nefertiri. Nefertiri is the daughter of Sobekneferu, the Queen of Egypt. You have a young sister named Nebetya who is the youngest girl in the palace at eleven. Harry, Prince Tjaroy's family lives a few cities away. His mother is called Hatmehyt, but she is not a Queen, obviously, and you are not actually a Prince yet. But you will be when-" She suddenly stopped, as if afraid of what she was about to say.

"Go on." Harry urged. "When what?"

"When you marry Princess Nefertiri. You two are in love."

It took a moment or two for the information to sink in, and when it did there was a huge cry of "WHAT?" from both boys.

"Shhh!" Hettie said. "Be quiet!"

Draco was fuming. "Be quiet? BE QUIET? How can I be quiet when I'll be shacking up with Potter here in…um how long?"

"Ten days."

"Thanks. How can I be quiet, when I'm shacking up with Potter here in only ten days time!"

Hetti sighed. "Don't worry. I'm sure we'll be able to send you home before then. We just have to wait two days until my father comes back, that's all."

"That's all, indeed," Harry muttered.

"Look, all you have to do is pretend to be a couple. The tradition around here is that couples, especially royal ones, don't really show affection in public. At the feast tomorrow, you just-"

"Wait a minute," Draco interrupted. "What feast would this be?"

"Tradition is that before two people get married they invite both their families round together for a big feast. But in this case, as you're royal, it'll be both your families and other important people in the city as well, such as the Five, first maidens and servants."

"Oh," said Harry. "Sort of like an engagement party, then," he added to Draco.

"Anyway," Hetti continued. "As I was saying. At the feast you'll just have to sit together at the top of the main table, look like you're madly in love and dance together. Hopefully no one will notice anything amiss. But if you need help, I'll be at the top table a few chairs down with the rest of the Five, so just ask to speak to me."

"OK. So what do we do until then?" Harry asked.

"Well, for the next few hours, anything you like. But I just remembered, tonight we're making an offering to the God."

Harry and Draco looked anxious. "Er, it's not a human offering is it?"

Hetti scoffed. "Absolutely not. We're not savages. It'll just be gold, jewellery, and little things of great value, stuff like that. Don't worry, it'll not be for long, maybe an hour or less. You won't have to do much, just do as I say."

"Ok thanks," Draco said.

"No problem. Do what you want now. I'll come for you when it's nearly time so I can help you prepare." After she'd said that, she left through the arched doorway.

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After about an hour of lounging about in Draco's room, the pair decided to wander the palace. There were many rooms, some occupied, some not and a lot of them were completely void of décor, furniture and other such things. Although every now and then they came across an interesting room, or statue or something and they even started trying to work out how to translate the patterns and symbols on the walls, which were no doubt hieroglyphics.

It was a while later when Harry suddenly realised he was hungry again. His stomach gave a low growl, earning a snicker from Draco.

"I see you're getting a bit hungry, eh Potter?" he said, clear amusement in his voice.

Harry scowled. "Well what do you expect with only a bit of fruit, bread and some water for breakfast?"

"I see you're point."

"These people are probably in a famine, or something." Harry guessed.

"A famine. What's that?" Draco asked, confused.

Harry was rather amused at this. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Mr. I-Get-Everything-I-Want doesn't know what a famine is."

Draco scowled. "Just tell me Potter,"

"Ok, ok. A famine is a shortage of food."

"A shortage of food?"

"Yeah. In Ancient Egypt, most people living in the cities are very poor. The weather makes it hard for them to grow their own food, and they don't have enough money to buy from those people who are lucky enough to be able to." Harry explained. "I suppose that what we had for breakfast would be double, even treble of what some people get. I'm guessing that because we're royalty, we can afford it. There's probably a large plot of land somewhere near here, to grow food just for the people in the palace."

"Wow." Draco said, awed. "I never knew things were like that."

"Yeah, and there are people as poor as that in our time, too. In the poorer countries. You know, like Africa? They have very little food, and collapsing houses. I always feel lucky that I have a stable roof over my head and a school to go to. Over there they can't afford to take their children to school."

Harry's words sunk into Draco like a shipwreck. "I had no idea," he said.

"Makes us realise how lucky we are, eh?" Harry grinned.

Draco smiled back. "Yeah," he said.

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Back in Hogwarts in the present time, there was chaos in the Potions classroom. Hermione had noticed them first. She and Pansy had just finished their potion, and had bottled them up. Hermione was sat bored looking round the classroom. Everyone else was still working, but she thought that Harry was being rather quiet, to say he was working with Malfoy. She glanced over to see if they were all right, and saw that they were missing. She found it odd that their potion bottles were stood on their desk, and were only half full. Hermione walked over curiously, and upon closer inspection, she saw that they were pink. Not purple. That was definatly not good. She walked closer and closer until she was behind the desk itself and peered down onto the stone floor. She screamed. Everyone stopped what he or she was doing and rushed over to her. All she could do was shakily point towards the floor, and everyone got a glimpse of what had caused her shocked outburst. Snape, noticing the crowd gathered, strode over.

"What in Merlin's name is going-" he stopped there. For he had just noticed what everyone was looking at. There, on the floor was an unconscious Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, wrapped up in each other's arms.

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Back in Ancient Egypt, Harry and Draco were in their respective rooms, getting ready for the offering that was taking place later on that night. Hetti had already been round and shown them what to wear, and also tried filling them in on how to act at the offering. They didn't get the hang of it. Hetti had just given up after a while.

"If there's something you need, then just ask me. Make sure no one's listening, though. We don't want anybody finding out you're asking for help from me." She'd said. The two boys just nodded, and with that, she left hastily to get ready herself.

Draco, who had felt rather silly wearing girl's clothing, finished brushing his hair, and went over to Harry's room. Harry, who had heard him arriving, beckoned him in.

"Hetti should be here any minute," Harry told Draco. "She said she'd take us to the place where the offering is at."

Draco smoothed down the creases in his dress. "I hope this thing is over soon." He said. "The less time we have to pretend we're a couple, the better."

"Amen to that." Harry agreed, just as Hetti came waltzing in through the doorway.

"Hello, boys. I hope you are ready?" She looked from Harry to Draco approvingly. They nodded. They followed her out of the door, down a few corridors, until finally they came to what looked like the entrance to the Palace. Stood there chattering away were four more teenage girls, who were wearing the same attire as Hetti.

"The rest of the Five," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. Draco rolled his eyes. As if he didn't know that.

"Yes. I can see that, Potter." He hissed under his breath. "I, unlike you, am not blind."

Harry didn't say anything to that. He didn't want to start a fight with Draco when the Five were watching. It would get slightly suspicious. Instead, he just smiled at the girls, and nudged Draco to let him know to do the same. He did. The group of seven opened the huge entrance doors and stepped outside. When they did, Harry and Draco's jaws dropped. A litter, Draco thought bitterly. A bleeding litter!

One of the girls motioned for Harry and Draco to climb in, and so they did. The girl made a move to get in after them, but Hetti rested a hand on her shoulder.

"I will accompany the Prince and Princess," she ordered softly. The girl was puzzled for a moment, but eventually let Hetti pass, who then opened up the curtains and went inside. A moment after she had sat down, the three of them could feel themselves moving slowly forward. Hetti could see the nervousness on the other two's faces.

"Do not worry. The offering will not last long. You will be fine, if you do as I instruct." She assured them "It is tomorrow you need to worry about the most. But, tomorrow is another day."

Harry sat back in his seat and looked outside the curtains. "Yeah," he muttered to himself. "Tomorrow's another day."

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