Chapter 3

"So, you take a boat to get to school?" Ginny questioned, trying to remember if Emma had ever said anything about that in her letters.

Wosret nodded. "It starts up in Alexandria and goes all the way down to Luxor, from there we take carriages to Nile's Edge."

By that time, the rest of the houses were there too; most of who were gaping at the large yacht before them. Draco and the rest of the Slytherins were just looking bored though.

… … ……

Emma and her mother were slightly late as they entered an abandoned alleyway. They had to stop at Zalika and Chris's house to pick up their things, for some odd reason.

"On, wait up!" Emma called, holding two owl cages in her hands and Midnight on her shoulder.

Bastet, who was carrying a trunk in each of her hands and one in her long, tabby coloured tail, looked over her half-moon glasses at her daughter.

"If I wait up for you, then we will miss the boat and we will have to take the stagecoach. You know how I feel about those unsafe things, a Muggle car is far more safe than those rickety things."

Emma rolled her eyes once more as the two phased through the brick wall at the end of the alley onto the dock. Her cat eyes scanned over the crowed of people for a familiar face, hoping that it was either one of the Invaders or Ginny.

Bastet set the luggage she was carrying onto the floor and took a deep breath in, her cat ears twitching slightly at the top of her head.

"Well if it isn't the half-blood, and the mother of the half-blood." A cold, snobbish sounding female voice rang over all the other voices of the station, which suddenly became very, quiet.

Emma's face took on an expressionless look, while Bastet just smiled down at the girl.

"Masa'a AlKair, Nefret." Bastet replied. She looked behind Nefret and smiled once more. "And to you too, Mrs. Kingston, always a pleasure to see you."

Nefret's mother stepped behind her daughter and gave the cat goddess a sour smile. "Good morning, Bastet."

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Wosret used his enhanced eyesight to try and locate his friends, but there was no luck so far.

Meanwhile, Ginny was trying to do the same, except she was looking for Emma, but it was rather hard to do so, because nearly everyone was taller than her and both Harry and Ron were in front of her.

"Can you two please move? I can't see." Ginny stated, trying to shove the two out of her way.

"Well if it isn't the half-blood, and the mother of the half-blood." A cold, snobbish sounding female voice rang over all the other voices of the station, which suddenly became very, quiet.

Wosret turned his gaze over to the source to see the arch foe of the Invaders: Nefret Kingston.

The short blond girl flipped her long hair over her shoulder as she continued her conversation with the two.

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered to his friends and little sister. "It's a female version of Draco."

"Where's your little friends, Kiwuemu?" Nefret taunted, smirking at a smaller girl in front of her, standing next to a tall, feline like figure with bright orange hair and a tail, with her ears atop her head.

"We're right here, Nefret." Wosret spat out the last word as if it were bitter to the taste as he took long strides over to the small clearing the others on the platform had made for them. "Leave them alone."

A jackal leapt in front of the group and snarled viciously at the witch.

Nefret and her mother just laughed. "Is this as good as it's going to get, Kiwuemu? Where's your leader, I bet you she's gotten cooler friends than you by now. Ever since she got that blasted scar last year, she's been acting like a big shot."

No sooner had those words left her mouth, that a loud roar echoed through the large room, resembling that of a panther. The group of four backed up a few feet, just in time to let a falling cloud of black smoke drop in front of them.

"That is the last time I let you travel through time." A boy with spiky black hair stated. The girl groaned and sat up, shaking her head slightly. The two looked up to Nefret and her mother.

"What do you want Nefret?" the girl asked quietly, standing up with the help of Wosret, seeing as she was in a voluminous old-fashioned dress and high-heeled shoes.

"To rid the world of useless Muggle borns, half immortals and anything else that isn't a pure blood. Please tell me where I go wrong." A girl with short, sandy blond hair replied, walking over to the circle.

The trio looked suspiciously at her, wondering if she was being sarcastic or not. Harry was wondering what scar Nefret was talking about.

Dozens of hushed whispers filled the dock as their eyes came to rest of the newcomer. Nefret and her mother stuck up their noses and began to walk away.

"Break it up people! Nothing to see here anymore!" Wosret stated loudly, shooing the students away. Most things went back to normal, but as Nefret was passing those from the Gryffindor house, she stopped suddenly and got an evil smile on her face.

"You do know that Nile's Edge doesn't accept Mudbloods, right?" Nefret questioned, looking straight at Hermione.

The witch began to turn red, out of both embarrassment and anger.

"Leave her alone," Ron stated, reaching for his wand. The jackal ran in between Nefret and the Gryffindors, its teeth were bared and it was snarling loudly.

The blond rolled her eyes and walked away with her mother.

"Quit showing off and shift back, Nakhte." The girl with sandy blond hair stated, walking over to the newcomers.

Those from Gryffindor watched in a mixture of amazement and horror as the jackal stood up and shifted into a tall, very muscular boy with curly black hair, wearing a black galabaya –rather impractical for that climate–, a pair of loose, black pants, and leather sandals.

"Why, am I just too cute for you to resist when I'm a jackal?" the boy questioned, smirking seductively.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I smack it off, Nakhte." The leader turned to the Gryffindors and was about to say something, when a group of first years came running over to her.

"Miw-Sher!" one of them cried out, nearly throwing herself to the young goddess's feet. "Will you grace us with the sight of the scar, which you fought bravely in battle for?"

"Unless you want to fall down dead at the sight of it, I suggest you don't." The girl, Miw-Sher stated coldly, baring her teeth at the younger children.

Many of them screamed in fright and ran away back to their parents.

"You didn't have to scare the little buggers away, Kitty." Wosret said, throwing an arm around his friend.

"That's nice, who're you four?" Kitty asked, looking over the newcomers with curious green eyes, shaking off Wosret's arm.

"I'm Ginny Weasley…" the young redhead began, when she was cut off by a loud shriek.

"Ginny!" Emma cried, pushing aside Nakhte and Chris out of the way. The two immediately walked off towards the ship, chirping like birds.

"Well… that was odd." Ron stated, watching the retreating figure of his little sister.

"No, what's odd is your clothes." Nakhte said, looking over Zalika with confusion written all over his face. "Where in time were you?"

Zalika was about to reply, but closed her mouth once more as she looked wearily over to the trio.

"Back to introductions – who are the rest of you?" Chris asked, gesturing for the trio to continue.

"I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter, as in the son of James Potter?" Kitty asked, her eyes wide and her ears twitching at the top of her head.

Harry looked surprised, he was so used to people asking is he was: "The one/boy who lived" or something like that.

"Umm… yeah." He stuttered his reply.

"That is so cool!" Nakhte said loudly, picking up a trunk at his feet with an Ankh on one side and a large jackal on the other. "You two are definitely sharing a cabin with Wosret, Chris and I, the girls are too boring."

"Like you're interesting." Kitty muttered. Zalika tried to hide her laugh with a very fake cough. "You can sit with us, Hermione, we'll be even more interesting. Lika, you really need to change, people are staring at you more than usual."

Said teen blushed and began to search for her bag.

"Here you are Zalika, yours too Chris." Bastet said, walking over to the group with all the bags, plus two owl cages hovering beside her.

"Shokran gazillan, Bastet." Zalika replied quietly, taking her trunk and the cage with the sand coloured owl. Chris took the remaining owl and one of the other bags.

"Could you give this to my ibna, she failed to grab it before." Bastet said, handing the extra trunk in her tail to Kitty, who nodded in return. "You all should come over to my house next weekend for supper, before those from London must go back."

"We'd all love to, ma'am." Nakhte replied.

Bastet turned to the trio and gazed at them over her half-moon glasses. "Forgive my rudeness, I am Bastet, Goddess of Cats."

"Quite alright, Ms. Bastet." Hermione said. A loud whistle broke the conversation, though.

"Get to the ship, the lot of you." Bastet stated, shooing the teens towards the boat. "Don't want to miss it. Keep safe!"

Emma came running out of no where and gave her mother a large hug, before bolting back towards the ship. "Love you On! See you next weekend!"

"Don't you worry, Bastet. I'll keep an eye on all of them!" Nakhte replied, waving farewell to the goddess.

"I'm sure you will, Nakhte." Bastet said under her breath, continuing to wave at the small figures walking up the long ramp to board the ship. "I'm sure you will."

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