"Well, I rather enjoyed the boats," Harry murmurs to his twin.
She grins back at him. "I loved the view of the castle and lake with the rising moon," she whispers. "It reminded me of home, a little, and the Nile."
He nods. "It makes everything seem more… peaceful."
McGonagall opens the doors to admit the horde of eleven-year-olds standing behind Hagrid. "Thank you, Hagrid." She gestures for the children to follow her in, and they marvel at the simply enormous entrance hall, lined with the moving pictures and spotted with few windows to the dark outside world. They soon enter a room across from what they can assume to be the Great Hall, voices echoing out and into the smaller room they all cram into before the Professor closes the door gently, cutting off most of the noise. "Welcome to Hogwarts. In a few moments, I will lead you into the Great Hall, where you will be sorted into one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Each house has a history of its own, and values different traits the most. Your housemates will be as your family while you are here, and you will all be expected to behave as such. Good behavior, and work well done will earn your house points, and any kind of rule-breaking or misbehavior will lose your house points, which will be tallied at the end of the year to determine which house will win the House Cup in the annual competition." She casts a stern glare around the room, her eyes softening slightly when she sees the smiles of Harry and Ivy, and the respectful nod from Draco. "I will be back in a moment. Do make yourselves presentable."
"Well, I know I'm going to Gryffindor," a loud voice the three recall from earlier pipes up right behind them. The turn to face Ron once more, faces blank but eyes hard. "Where do you suppose you'll go, huh? With the Puffs, Rania, Ammon?" he asks with a sneer.
Ivy smiles pleasantly, but her eyes glint with danger. "I feel that I might prefer Slytherin, actually," she answers him.
"Slytherin," Harry answers quickly, grinning at the reddening face of the Weasley boy. "What? Big bad lion got your tongue?"
He earns a sneer in return, before his gaze falls onto the matching bags the twins carry. "I suppose you're nothing but slimy snakes, already playing teacher's pet! Got a bunch of books in there?" he spits, making a grab for Ivy's bag.
As his hand hovers inches over the strap of her bag, she draws a blackened dagger, emeralds matching her eyes embedded in the hilt, the blade tilted so the light barely catches the inscription on the blade, yet leaving it unable to be read. "You're lucky we aren't home in Cairo," she whispers dangerously. "I would have every right to cut off this hand and keep it as a trophy for daring to touch what does not belong to you."
Harry rests a hand on her shoulder, not truly trying to pull her away. "Ardeth will hear of this, as will Lord Malfoy and his parents, if Anubis does not punish Weasley himself for this second infraction."
The door opens, and McGonagall walks in to find the room deadly silent, all eyes on the twins and the youngest Weasley boy, a very familiar blade in the hand of the girl pressed against the redhead's wrist as it hovers over her bag.
"Mr. Weasley, Bahira, that is enough," she orders them, and Ivy steps away from the offending boy, his mouth already open. "I will not hear of your excuses Mr. Weasley, she was well within her rights to take that hand for whatever reason you were reaching for her. You will come to my office with me after the Welcoming Feast is over."
Most of the students gape at that, and one girl, right next to Ron, pipes up. "What about her? Why isn't she going to be punished for having a weapon?"
McGonagall turns a stern glare on the girl. "She has special circumstances, and has permission to carry that weapon, as does her brother to carry a similar weapon. Now, come along, and no more questions." She turns and leads them out of the room, Harry and Ivy right behind her at her discrete gesture for them to join her. "I will speak with your Head of House about what has happened and what to expect once you've been sorted, unless it is Professor Snape."
They smile up at her, Ivy resting her hand in Harry's. "Thank you, Auntie Min."
She schools her face into her usual stern mask as they enter the Great Hall. Though she cracks a smirk when she hears Ivy and Harry grumble about overprotective Medjai to one another, seeing Ardeth sitting next to Sirius Black at the Head Table, matching grins on their faces as they wave innocently at the twins. "I do hope you like the surprise, children?" she whispers to them.
They merely hide their pouts behind her back, making the two men struggle to hide their laughter, much to the annoyance of Severus and Dumbledore. "You're evil," they mutter in unison, giving her trouble with hiding her own amusement.
She composes herself as she leads them to a stop at the front of the room, just in front of the raised dais and the Head Table. Not thoroughly impressed with the Sorting Hat's song, but more so with what the Founders had done to make it so interesting, they are caught up in conversation when McGonagall clears her throat once more. "Harry Potter-Bey-Carnahan-O'Connell-Black," she calls out.
Whispers of his name echo through the hall as he steps forward, sitting gracefully on the stool as McGonagall settles the Hat over his eyes.
"Well hello there, a reincarnation of one of the ancient priests of Egypt," it greets him, fascinatingly enough speaking to Harry in Ancient Egyptian. "I've never had the pleasure of sorting anyone who once held a station such as yours in one life and again in this, nor will I find another quite like your dearest sister, or even her protector Ardeth. Now, I see that you have your heart set on remaining with your sister, and I can already see that you will be in the same House. There is plenty of loyalty, Helga would have been proud of that; wisdom, you have so much and the desire to learn you could have kept up with even Rowena; bravery, the courage to do whatever it takes to protect your family, Godric would have liked that, as well as the mischief I see you planning for the Medjai and your godfather. The cunning, ambition and tactical mind, however, assures me that Salazar would have been most thrilled with your arrival. Better be SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouts after having spoken its fill.
McGonagall lifts the hat and smiles at him as he walks down to sit next to Draco in the silent hall, before whispers of him being dark echo from the other tables, the Slytherin table welcoming him with nods and almost nonexistent smiles.
"Ivy-Bahira Potter-Bey-Carnahan-O'Connell-Black!" she calls, giving the girl a smile as she glides up to the stool, before placing the Hat on her head.
"Hello, I am honored to have one such as yourself and your brother in this school," it greets her, gaining a small laugh from her that confuses the entire hall. "Now, I do see you are much like your brother, but also your own person. I see the love and loyalty to your family and to Egypt, Helga would have loved you for that, and for coming so far away. You've quite the thirst for knowledge, but the wisdom to understand that there is much more yet to learn and discover, Rowena would have enjoyed having tea with you. The courage to do what you must carries over from your past life, Godric might have even had a hard time letting you go from his House. But I see the endless patience, and the tactical mind you share with your brother to bide your time, something Godric would have had to let Salazar have you in his house for. Yes, it better be SLYTHERIN!" it shouts once again, and the entire Slytherin table cheers, having all recognized the names she and her brother carry, but having been unsure of how to welcome him properly.
Grinning, she glides down to sit in the empty space to Harry's right, where he greets her with a grin and a hug. "It said we would be in the same house!" he whispers in her ear to be hard over the slowly calming table.
She pulls away with a laugh. "Did you ever truly doubt it?"
"Just for a second," he answers sheepishly.
Okay, just to stop the questions about the events during the time-skip, here is a note:
I will be writing flashbacks and possible journal entries about what happened either when they become relevant, or whenever I feel like it.
If you want a one-shot series to flesh out this story more, vote on my profile for it. When I reach twenty or more votes, I'll start it.
To Jully Reed:
That is not helpful at all. This is fanfiction, and I write it this way for a reason. I have it set up like this so that those familiar with the movie can fill in the blanks with the parts from the actual story, and it makes my life easier when it comes to adaptation. Things will be more detailed as we go now that the story is really showing the divergence.
To everyone else: I don't mean to come off as a total bitch, but I want constructive criticism that does not offend me. If you are going to complain, do it in a PM, so I won't have to bring everyone into our problems, or just don't bother reading my stories. There is something called not clicking a link, you should try it sometime.