Oh my god guys, so many favourites and follows :D You've no idea how happy this makes me. Okay, so before the next chapter here I thought I'd explain a bit as to how this fic came about. So I was requested to write this fic by someone on Facebook. Apparently she likes my other fics and wanted me to write one where Harry became a master of death, death being Anubis.

Since I'm grounded and don't have much else to do (hahahahaha) I chose to take the challenge. So this is the product of my imagination and someone else's prompt. Hope y'all like it.

Back at the tents Harry wasn't surprised when Hermione and Ron cornered him in his tent. "What really happened Harry?"

"You're not going to believe this…"

"We'll be the judge of that. C'mon Harry, tell us."

He told them everything that happened to him, omitting finding the amulet. Something inside him told him not to tell them about it.

"So you speak to a goddess and you didn't even find any treasure of any sort?" Ron looked at him as if he got ripped off.

Harry shook his head. "I may have just been imagining it. You know how that happens sometimes."

"Harry, you always believe that you see things for a reason. Nagini's attack on Mr Weasley is a prime example. Maybe this was a vision of some sort. Ancient Egypt was full of magic. Wizards were everywhere. How else do you think the pyramids were formed?"

"You're being ridiculous Hermione."

"You don't pay attention in History."

"It's impossible to pay attention to Professor Binns, Hermione," Ron interjected.

Harry laughed. "Okay, maybe the magic just put me in a trance, if you will. Whatever the reason it happened, I didn't find anything and I wasn't cursed. Who knows?" He shrugged and dropped the subject.

Hermione looked like she wanted to argue it further but let it drop as well.

Later that night when everyone was sleeping Harry snuck out of the tent that he was sharing with Ron and headed back towards the tomb.

"Back again boy? Why"

"I need to know what this means. I was hoping that if I searched the room again I might find something."

Wadjet hissed in laughter, or at least what Harry interpreted as laughter. "Foolish boy. You need only ask what that is. All the gods know what it is."

Harry paused and looked down at the cobra at his feet. "What is it then?" He pulled out the amulet. The diamond winked at him in the moonlight.

"That is Anapa's amulet. He hid it a long, long time ago from mortals and gods alike."

"Who is Anapa? The god of diamonds and gold?"

Wadjet laughed again. "Oh no. He's far more important than that. He is…how do you say? Anubis. Yes, I believe it translates to Anubis."

Harry nearly dropped the chunk of gold in the sand.

Anubis.

He held an amulet that belonged to Anubis. "You're not joking are you?" he asked warily of the snake goddess.

"Why would I do that? Summon him. You'll see that I am not lying."

"Summon him how?"

"How should I know? Just say his name."

"Anubis…?"

"With conviction boy, like you mean it."

"Anubis, I summon you."

Nothing happened as Harry stood out in the desert with the cobra. "Hmm, maybe it's a fake…" the snake muttered to herself.

The wind picked up blowing dust and dirt around Harry like a mini tornado. He pulled out his wand and stood at the ready. The wind whipped his hair about his face and he got sand in his eyes a few time. He rubbed the sand out of his watering eyes and growled in frustration.

"What do you want? I was just in the middle of a New Orleans Jazz Funeral," said a boy that was standing not five feet from Harry. He had long shaggy black hair, caramel skin, and brown eyes. He wore a leather jacket that had probably seen better days, a shirt with what looked to be a skeletal angel of sorts on it, and a pair of dark jeans.

Harry blinked. Was this the jackal-headed god of the dead? He looked so…young, and not jackal-headed. "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? You summoned me, what do you want?"

"You're Anubis?" Harry asked, just to make sure.

Anubis rolled his eyes. "Osiris, I'm dealing with an idiot," he mumbled. "Yes, I'm Anubis. Who are you and what do you want?"

"I'm Harry Potter. I just wanted to see if Wadjet here was right when she said that this was your amulet." He held up the golden carving of the god's head. Well, his jackal head.

Anubis looked down at the amulet. His eyes got stormy quickly. "Where'd you get that?"

"I found it. In that tomb over there. There was a secret chamber that I found and this was in it."

"Ah-hem. I helped you find it. Don't forget that."

"Right, Wadjet kind of pushed me into the room."

Anubis glared down at the cobra. He made the phrase 'if looks could kill' literal. Harry supressed the urge to shiver. "You stupid snake! What part of 'should be kept from all humanity forever' did you not understand? That thing is dangerous." He pointed at the amulet in Harry's hand. "I should've destroyed it…"

"Why is it so dangerous? It's just a magical amulet that lets me summon you."

"Oh good, he doesn't know what it fully does," the god said under his breath. "Look, just give me back the amulet and I'll make sure you live a long life." He held out his hand for Harry to place the amulet in.

Harry looked down at the hunk of gold in his hand. It wasn't like he needed the money or the fame of finding this ancient artefact. He just wanted it. "What does this thing do other than let me summon you?"

"Nothing of importance, now hand‒"

"Tell me!"

Anubis gritted his teeth like he was trying to fight against someone forcing him to do something. "It allows you to control my every action, my words, and my powers. Basically you become my master of sorts."

Wadjet let out a sound that sounded strangely like a whistle. "Wow, I knew the thing had power but I didn't know it had that much power. So that's why you hid it so well."

"Well duh, I didn't want anyone to find it. I prefer to not be someone else's puppet," Anubis snapped.

"Well who said I'd treat you like a puppet?"

"Who said you were keeping the amulet?"

"Boys, stop before you start arguing and then half of a country dies. Remember what happened last time you got pissed off Anapa?"

"Yeah…"

"What'd he do?"

"You've heard of the Black Plague right? That was his fault."

"It wasn't really my fault. The disease was there I just let people die because of it."

Harry stared incredulously at Anubis. "You let those people die because you were mad?"

"Yes. I had to vent it out in some way."

"But…you killed thousands of people."

"Yes."

"Don't you feel guilty about it? Remorseful in the least?"

"Nope. Look, I see mortals differently than you. I am eternal. Death will always be here as long as there is life. It doesn't bother me how many people die, or why they die. Not even how they die. Mortals are just a speck of dust in the universe. Their lives are so short and unimportant that I just don't care."

"Anapa, maybe you should stop. There are some things that mortals shouldn't know about the universe and its functions."

Anubis sighed and turned away from Harry. "Just give me back my amulet and you won't see me again until it's time for your judgement."

"No."

Anubis turned back around to face Harry. "What did you say?"

"I said no."

He closed the distance between them in two strides. "Listen up mortal, you are to give me my amulet back this instant and be lucky that you're still alive at the moment."

"You won't kill me."

Anubis growled. "Be careful with your words."

"Anubis, you will not kill me while I have possession of this amulet," Harry said, his words powerful and demanding. Even though he was shaking on the inside he was surprisingly calm on the outside.

Anubis cursed at him in ancient Egyptian. Even Wadjet cringed at his words. "He's not very fond of you right now Harry Potter."

"Hardly anyone ever is."

"You should tread carefully. Anapa may not look it but he's big on making people pay for their trespasses. He is the one who weighs your heart against a feather in the afterlife."

"You are going to pay for what you just said Harry Potter."

Harry shrugged and turned away from the celestial beings. He was aware of Wadjet following him as he walked back to the tent.

"Well, he does not like the way you just treated him. Remember he is a god."

"I don't care if he likes me or not. Did you hear what he said? He killed thousands of people just because he was having a temper tantrum. He may be an all-powerful god and all but that is no way to take out your frustrations."

"I agree completely, but what do you plan to do about it? Anapa has a point. Mortals are just a speck of dust in the infinite universe."

"I'll teach him a better way to take out his anger. Maybe I'll also show him that we mortals aren't so below him."

Wadjet fell silent in thought. "Harry, it's not that we gods think you mortals so far below us that you hold no significance. Mortals have always helped our existence continue. If there were no mortals left, where would we be?"

"He certainly didn't act that way."

"Anapa has always been a bit of a pessimist. You can figure why, I'm sure."

"I guess it comes with the territory of being the god of death."

"Well that and he's always surrounded by mourners. You heard what he said when he showed up. He was in the middle of a funeral. He definitely doesn't have the happiest of existences."

Harry didn't want to sympathize with the death god. He wanted to teach him a lesson.

Soooo? What'd y'all think? I like the little twist at the end. By the way, if some of y'all were wondering where Ginny is the answer is: I have no bloody clue lol. I completely forgot about her, so we'll say that she opted to stay in England with a friend.

The next chapter will be coming god-knows-when so don't hate me if I don't update within a week.

-JAFB