A Past Love Returns
Disclaimer - None of it's mine! Or is it….checks papers of ownership to see they say something about how it IS NOT the property of Ven Valerius and it IS the property of JK and whoever really . Okay, so maybe it isn't mine… but most of the plot is.
Standard AN : This is where the actual slash comes in. I apologize if I have disappointed anyone for how the last one ended. But this isn't ten years later….more like 15 I liked the character of Alex O'Connell but didn't like the third Mummy Movie - Hands up…. who liked it? Anyway, Harry is officially Immortal. So when Imhotep was reincarnated, the Gods gave his reincarnation the immortality.
Personal AN: WRITERS BLOCK BLOWS! I didn't want to submit this until I had something more than three lines for the next chapter but, I guess you'll deal.
Chapter 4
An: I'm adding in a slight cameo of Indiana Jones simply because it helps explain something. Sorry if you don't like the brown Fedora!
Chapter four
Harry groaned as he held his hands, the pain was comparable to when his and Haru's memories had merged three years ago. He curled into the fetal position and was only barely aware of the fact that his lover was holding him and calling his name.
He saw Ramses in a suit… a suit?
He saw his brother teaching in Syria.
Teaching in Connecticut.
Coming to Cairo with a man with a scruffy beard and a fedora - separating at Giza.
He would go to Cairo, find his brother and then… he'd hit him!
Harry opened his eyes, not knowing it had only been a mere few hours or that it had been naught but stressful for his lover whose upper body lay on their bed where Harry'd evidently been moved. He was sitting in a hard wooden chair that they kept in the room at the desk they hardly ever used.
"Isaac?" he said hoarsely, his throat felt like sandpaper.
Isaac immediately sprang awake and saw Harry awake on their bed underneath the dark blue and dark red postage quilt Mrs. Weasley had given Harry the Christmas after the war ended - it was about a month after Evy and Rick got engaged. "Harry!"
"Isaac? What happened to me?" he asked sleepily.
"You just fell, what happened to you?"
Harry closed his eyes, "I don't know, I just... I don't know what happened to me. I was kind of hoping that you might know." he said as he sighed.
"Did you see anything? Was it a vision?"
Harry nodded, "I saw Ramses."
"What?"
"Ramses."
"As in little brother from your past life Ramses?" Isaac asked. "Harry, that's impossible."
Harry nodded, "I know it's impossible but I also saw him teaching at a school in the States."
"The States?"
Harry nodded and then frowned, "I don't even know how I knew that."
"Well, where is he?"
"Cairo."
"So you'll come with me to the Opera?" he asked eagerly.
Harry grinned, "If I must." he said as though it were a great burden to admit.
Isaac leaned down and kissed him lightly on his lips. "Thank you."
"Enjoy it while it lasts, my brother didn't look a day over twenty five." he said as his eyes hardened.
"But his reign-"
"Magic could have given the outward appearance that he was aging."
"And his Sarcophagus? It was found over thirty years ago."
Harry scoffed, "Find a lonely old man and make sure that he dies while Ramses the Great lives on for eternity."
"He's immortal? Like us?"
Harry nodded, "Like us."
IN ENGLAND
Mr. Hafez suffered as Imhotep took out his rage on the priest/ Curator, it wasn't his fault that none of the O'Connells were in England - even if the lot of them were on their way to Egypt with all haste.
Meanwhile...
Ramsey Haru (In honor of his fallen brother) Isidoros walked through the streets of Cairo, it had been almost three thousand years since he left his home in search of finding something that would keep him away from his home and the memories that came with it.
From where he stood he could clearly see the Pyramids and the Sphinx, he could remember his older brother telling him about how the people had clamored to work after their father ordered the temples to be restored. The people had not had much use for slaves back then, when the Pharaoh asked the people to jump - the people asked how high.
The world he had known was gone.
He still remembered his brother.
FLASHBACK
Haru and Ramses fought viciously against each other, in a rhythm that belied their own experience with each other's strengths and weaknesses. They were fluid, their swords hitting each other with a beautiful CLANG and a sort of Swishing noise when their blades met and they moved them to try to disarm their opponent.
Haru was sweating and fighting viciously, even after Master Oded entered the fight to allow the younger Prince a chance to breathe while the older one worked off his anger issues.
It was less than a month after their father had taken a mistress and while Ramses was angered by what his father was doing - he hadn't gone to the extent that Haru was. Fighting at every turn and looking for ways to avoid their father.
He stepped back and Nefertiri walked into the room. She looked enough like their mother in her physical stature that Haru was saddened when he saw their older sister. But she truly had their father's spirit in her, she was determined to never marry and be a wise Princess of Egypt. It was something both Princes supported as they knew their sister well.
"Nefertiri." he said as his sister walked in and she looked to her brother who was still fighting Master Oded as ferociously as he had when they first began.
"He is still fighting."
"He just began, my sister."
She shook her head, her golden circlet over the black wig she wore evident as well as the gold jewelry on her arms. It looked as though she was going to visit their father soon. "I suppose that it is better that he fights Master Oded then kills Anck-Su-Namun."
"It isn't as though father would blame him, he knows our brother does not do things without just cause."
Nefertiri nodded, "There are just some things that I wish I had the freedom to do that our brother does without thought for the consequence."
"Like Father's last High Priest?" Ramses asked, he knew that Imir had professed his desire to marry Her Highness. She had tried to warn their father - fortunately, Haru killed him first.
She nodded, "Yes." she said as they heard a violent clang and turned to see Haru and Oded with their blades extended and on each other's necks. A draw.
"Bravo!" she exclaimed and took a cloth for her brother and brought it over to him.
Haru grinned as he wiped the sweat out of his eyes, smearing the kohl around them - he would need to get it re-done after cleaning the sticky sweat off of him. "My thanks, Nefertiri."
She nodded and smiled, not hugging him as she had no desire to smell unpleasant when she went to talk to their father.
"Are you to meet Father?" he asked as he gave his blade to a servant wearing a black leather kilt (1).
She nodded, "It is about my own training, I am to suppose."
He nodded himself, "If there is any trouble, you will tell me?"
She grinned, "Yes."
FLASHBACK
He was a Prince of Egypt devoted to his kingdom and his people.
His brother would not soon be forgotten.
Ramses the Great would not allow it.
(1) - you know what I'm talking about. They're what the Ancient Egyptian males wore back in the day. I couldn't think of any other word for it.