Curse of a Breaker
Statues of the greatest Egyptian witches and wizards through the ages lined the Entrance Hall of the Ministry. Looking around it was as if they were judging you worthy or not to enter the building. Bill just looked at the fine craft work that had gone into them. He had been there before and had been totally awed. Now though he had more important business to attend to.
Walking up the stone steps he found the security man. He handed his wand over for him to measure and whatnot. When he had it back in his hand he moved over to the elevators. He clicked the button for the fourth floor and stood there waiting until the doors opened.
"Can I help you?"
He looked at the young witch sat at the desk. She didn't look more than sixteen. He smiled looking down at her desk. There was a teen magazine open leaving him to believe that she was bored.
"I've come to see Tibbo."
"Have you got an appointment?"
"No but I'm a friend."
"I'm sorry but Mr. Tibbo doesn't see anybody without an appointment."
Bill smiled openly now. Oh this was too easy.
"You been here long?"
"First day why?"
"It's Miss Tibbo not mister."
"Oh well –"
"And I'm her fiancé. I've come to tell her that her mother has invited us for dinner, so she has to finish on time."
"Really."
"Yes. Could you please tell her it's Bill. She'll see me."
The girl stood up and headed into the offices. Bill picked up the magazine and looked at the picture of Lockhart. He laughed gently remembering what Ron had told him about the man. Useless want to be.
"Umm … Sir Miss Tibbo said to go through."
"Thank you."
Bill walked passed the young girl and headed down the corridor. He stopped outside a door and grinned looking inside.
"Tibbo good to see you again."
"Fiancé really Weasley and have you told Os that."
"You think I'm going to tell my mate that I want to get with his misses forget it."
She laughed and waved for Bill to come inside. Yasmin Tibbo was engaged to Bill's friend and colleague Osma. Bill had to admit that she was a great woman, knew how to take a joke and wasn't annoyed when Bill and Osma got so drunk they ended up sleeping on her living room floor.
She pointed to a seat opposite her as she finished dictating her letter. Her blue eyes twinkled contrasting with her tanned skin. She waved her left hand as she tried to think of the words she needed as her right hand went through her dirty blonde hair. Yes Yasmin didn't look like your typical Egyptian she had inherited her English mother's looks not her Egyptian fathers.
Fussing a little in his seat he smiled as the quill fell to the desk.
"Right then Weasley what you want?"
"Need your help Tibbo."
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment then nodded.
"What you need?"
"Information on a man named Ramah Bablak."
She looked a little apprehensive and then stood up and headed out of the room. Bill had to admit there were advantages to having friends in the Ministry especially when they worked with the tracking of wizards and witches. Ten minutes passed before she returned.
"Weasley why'd you want information on Bablak?"
"I did a job for him."
Nothing else was needed to be said. She understood that it was something important but something she didn't need to know. Carefully she flicked open the folder and looked at Bill eyes wide.
"This is bad."
"What?"
"He's Bomani Bablak's son."
"Who?"
"You know the story about how the government was set up from the monarchy only thirty years ago right."
"Yeah you and Os told me all about it."
"Yes well remember the resistance that tried to stop it, tried to restore the monarchy."
"Yeah."
"Bomani Bablak was the leader."
Bill's hand went to his mouth. He'd already been told about Ramah's father but not that he had been the leader. Tibbo had told him about the fighting and how the leader of the resistance had been especially difficult. In the end he had been killed by those fighting for government. It had been the only way to stop him.
"Tibbo does it say anything else?"
"Ramah was married but is divorced. Says that he tried to murder his wife. Oh and here's something else. He's head of an antiques business, got offices here in Cairo, Luxor and Aswan."
"Anything else."
"No. Weasley why the interest? Tell me the truth; I might be able to help."
"The udjat, he has it."
"How'd you know?"
"I stole it and gave it to him."
"WEASLEY!"
"No Tibbo it's not like that. You know Samah, I'm his collector. I get passed the curses for him. He gives me some money and I send it home. He introduced me to Ramah and I thought he was like him. But I didn't know that the udjat was the eye of Horus. If I had I wouldn't have taken it."
"We have to get it back."
"I know that's why I'm here. I spoke to his ex-wife and she told me that he intends to finish his father's work."
Tibbo fell back into her chair. She had paled considerably in the seconds since he had spoken.
"Bill we can't let him. But if he's got hold of the udjat then it's going to be hard."
"I think it might be worse than that."
Her blue eyes locked on his and he took a deep breath.
"His wife said that he's going after something called 'the bow of the gods'."
"That doesn't exist Bill."
"Oh like the eye of Horus doesn't exist?"
Now she laughed lightly picking up a quill. She scribbled a note and sent the memo from her room.
"Have you heard of the bow of the gods before Weasley?"
"Masika told me that it's a weapon of some kind."
"Yes. It was the weapon of the ancient world. Or at least that's what the legends say."
He sat in his chair as she crossed her fingers in front of her chin. He had learnt long ago the signs she showed before going into some ancient story her father had told her when she was little.
"The bow of the gods belonged to the greatest wizard of ancient times. The pharaoh Ramsses II. The muggles say that he was one of the best pharaohs of all time. They claim that he was this fantastic king who lived a long life because he died when he was in his nineties."
"That's not all that old for a wizard."
"Is for a muggle though. But he was one of those wizards who thought he was fantastic. I mean he had loads of wives and something like a hundred to two hundred children."
"Wow and I thought my family was big."
"Yes well you know Ramsses was a lot like you. Not only big family but he was a red head too. It meant of course that the muggles thought he was like their god Set –"
"I've heard of him. Isn't he the god that everyone makes fun of? The one that isn't all that important. Os always compares me to him."
"Yeah. But the thing with Ramsses is that he was a great fighter. During his reign the Hittite wizards were trying to take the land from the Egyptian ones. Fifteen years they fought for and Ramsses won, but only because of the bow of the gods."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. But I know legend says it was powerful. I mean in the first battle his people fled and left him to face them. He survived though and he always claimed it was down to the bow of the gods. But I don't know."
A memo flew into the room and they both looked up. It landed neatly on Tippo's desk and she opened it. Her mouth dropped and her eyes snapped to Bill's.
"It's real."
"What?"
"The bow of the gods it's real."
"How do you –"
"Doesn't matter. Look you said that Ramah is going after it. I need to inform the Aurors."
"No! I'll track it down. This is personal."
"Bill –"
"It's final Yasmin. Where?"
"There's a scroll with the location. The scroll can be found in Aswan in Ramsses' temple, Abu Simbel."
I know this chapter is all over the place. But I needed to get someone to give Bill all the information that he needed to know so that he could really start tracking Ramah down. Now I don't have anymore written for this yet the next post will probably be in two weeks when I've written more.
Kris