You should know the drill, I do not own either works
Kingsley closed the book and looked around the room; it was getting late and many of the order looked to be about to fall asleep.
"That is the end of the chapter, maybe we should all get some sleep now?"
"Yes. That's a wonderful idea Kingsley. Off to bed now children," said Molly as she herded all the children (Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Fred, and George) off to bed.
When she came back down the rest of the order members were seated more closely around the table looking towards Lupin, she took a seat by her husband and waited in silence for Remus to speak.
"What is it Lupin? You've been thinking about something all night," spoke Moody
"It's just...I have an idea on what exactly we're dealing with here."
"What? With the book or You-Know-Who?," exclaimed Sirius.
"The book, it's just a theory about what type of magic we're dealing with..."
From down the table Bill Weasly gave a small gasp when he came to the same conclusion the ex-professor did, "You don't mean...?"
"Yes, I do. Do you think so too?"
" I hate to say it, but it does make sense. There are too many coincidences for it not to be true honestly."
"Sorry to break in, but do either of you care to explain what you're talking about?" asked Arthur
" Oh, sorry, um, well...I only know this because you hear a lot of things on the streets when you're constantly looking for work and Bill probably knows of this since he works in Egypt..."
"go on," prompted Tonks
"I thi - we think that the magic they are using stems from their Gods"
"I'm sorry, but what?" exclaimed Sirius from beside Remus
A lot of the order was looking at both Bill and Remus like they had grown an extra head..or three
Bill started to explain what he knew, "the Egyptians believed in a number of Gods and Goddesses, they all served a different purpose. But anyways in the legends there were always these people who were...special, they were called magicians and it was believed that they had magic from the Gods themselves."
Mad-eye looked around the table before making eye contact with Tonks and Kingsley, "actually your theories may not be so far off, there are theories suggesting that we as wizards got our magic from the Greek goddess of magic."
"And if one exists, why not the other?" added in Kingsley.
Silence swept over the room as this information was digested.
"Well ,we'll find out about all this sooner or later right? Let's all go to bed." Said Mr. Weasly.
Harry woke up to the best smell in the world in his opinion and that was Molly Weasley's cooking.
When he got downstairs, everyone was already down there and dressed, just starting to eat, "Morning." was heard throughout the room. Breakfast was relatively silent as everyone ate and when they were done Kingsley got the book from where he put it last night.
"Who wishes to read today?"
Instantly Remus, Tonks, Sirius, and Hermione put their hands up. " How about you Miss. Granger," said Kingsley as he handed the book over the Hermione.
She quickly turned to the right chapter and began to read
An Explosion for Christmas
I'd been to the British museum before. In fact I've been in more museums than I like to admit- it makes me sound like a total geek.
Hermione stopped reading for a moment and said, "There is nothing wrong with being a geek."
Anyway, the museum was closed
"Obviously"
and completely dark, but the curator and two security guards were waiting for us on the front steps.
"Dr. Kane!" The curator was a greasy little dude in a cheap suit. I'd seen mummies with more hair and better teeth.
"Ah, EWW. Hasn't this guy heard of a little something called personal hygiene?" Gagged Ginny.
He shook my dad's hand like he was meeting a rock star.
Harry knew how that felt all to clearly and how annoying it could get
"Your last paper in Imhotep
"who" asked Charlie, but nobody really knew
-brilliant! I don't know how you translated those spells!"
"Im-ho-who?"
"That's my question!"
"shut up, maybe we'll get the answer," said Bill.
Sadie turned to me.
"Imhotep," I said. "High priest, architect. Some say he was a magician. Designed the first step pyramid. You know?"
"Don't know," Sadie said. "Don't care. But thanks."
"Rude"
Dad expressed his gratitude to the curator for hosting us on a holiday. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. "Dr. Martin, I'd like you to meet Carter and Sadie."
"Ah! Your son, obviously, and-"
The curator looked hesitantly at Sadie. "And this young lady?"
"My daughter," Dad said.
Dr. Martin's stair went temporarily blank. Doesn't matter how open-minded or polite people think they are, there's always that moment of confusion that flashes across their faces when they realize Sadie is part of our family. I hate it, but over the years I've grown to expect it.
"That would be really annoying.."
The curator regained his smile. "Yes, yes, of course. Right this way, Dr. Kane. We're very honoured!"
The security guards locked the doors behind us. They took our luggage, then one of them reached for Dad's workbag.
"He's probably hiding the explosives in there," said Fred rather confidently
"Why would he have explosives?" asked Tonks
"Well if you think about it, "Said George," This guy, Carter, said that his dad blew up the British museum and that's were there at now."
"Ah, no," Dad said with a tight smile. "I'll keep this one."
"Because there's explosives in there!" shouted both Fred and George
The guards stayed in the foyer as we followed the curator into the Great Court. It was ominous at night. Dim light from the glass-domed ceiling cast crosshatched shadows across the walls like a giant spider web.
Ron visibly shuddered at the mention of spiders even though it was only mentioned in a book.
Our footsteps clicked on the white marble floor.
"So," Dad said," the stone."
"What stone? HMMMMM!"
"Sirius? What are you doing?"
"...nothing"
"Yes!" the curator said. "Though I can't imagine what new information you could glean from it. It's been studied to death- our most famous artefact, of course."
"Of course," Dad said. "But you may be surprised."
BANG!
BAM!
POW!
Fireworks started going off in the living room scaring everyone, Fred and George looked at each other in horror
"Did you put them by the fire place George?"
"No...they were in the laundry bag by me bed remember?"
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLY! ARE YOU RESPONCIBLT FOR ~BAND BAM POW BANG~ THIS?" SCREAMED Mrs. Weasly over the noise being interrupted by more fireworks going off.
"We didn't mean to mum," said Fred
"They weren't suppose to be in the living room, honest mum; they were in my laundry bag.." said George.
The fireworks were finally stopped and Fred and George explained where they left the fireworks and Mr. Weasly remembered seeing Kreacher move Georges bag into the living room to do the laundry.
"well no body got hurt did they?" asked Mrs. Weasly?
"No" was heard around the room and Fred and George were spared punishment.
"What's he on about now?" Sadie whispered to me. I didn't answer. I had a sneaking suspicion what stone they were talking about, but I couldn't figure out why Dad would drag us out on Christmas Eve to see it.I wondered what he'd been about to tell us at Cleopatra's Needle
"probably something about their mom.." muttered Ron
-something about our mother and the night she died. And why did he keep glancing around as if he expected those strange people we'd seen at the Needle to pop up again? We were locked in a museum surrounded by guards and high-tech security. Nobody could bother us in here- I hoped.
"he jinxed it" was Tonks deadpanned reply to what Hermione had just read
We turned left into the Egyptian wing. The walls were lined with massive statues of the pharaohs and gods, but dad bypassed them all and went straight for the main attraction in the middle of the room.
"That's just screaming 'COME STEALL ME!' " said Sirius
"Beautiful," my father murmured. "And it's not a replica?"
"No, no," the curator promised. "We don't always keep the actual stone on display, but for you- this is quite real."
We were staring at a slab of dark gray rock about three feet tall and two feet wide. It sat on a pedestal, encased in a glass box. The flat surface of the stone was chiselled with three distinct bands of writing. The top part was Ancient Egyptian picture writing: hieroglyphics.
"It must be the Rosetta Stone." said Bill
"um..what's that?" asked Harry
"It was the key to figuring out hieroglyphics Harry," supplied Hermione
The middle section... I had to rack my brain to remember what my dad called it: Demotic, a kind of writing from the period when the Greeks controlled Egypt and a lot of the Greek words got mixed into Egyptian. The last lines were in Greek.
"yep, it's the Rosetta Stone."
"The Rosetta Stone," I said.
"Thanks Bill, 'cause the book didn't just tell us"
Bill blushed a little at the comment
"Isn't that a computer program?" Sadie asked.
I wanted to tell her how stupid she was, but the curator cut me off with a nervous laugh. "Young lady, the Rosetta Stone was the key to deciphering hieroglyphics! It was discovered by Napoleon's army in 1799 and-"
"Oh, right," Sadie said. "I remember now."
"yea sure she does," though Harry and just about everyone else
they all knew that she was just trying to get the curator to stop talking.
I knew she was just saying that to shut him up, but my dad wouldn't let it go.
"Sadie." he said, "Until this stone was discovered, regular mortals...
"He almost messed up..." muttered Kingsley with a frown.
Meanwhile Remus was finding it harder and harder to deny what he thought what may be happening, even though the other adults knew what he thought was happening, he still did not want this to be true; after all if these gods were real then what other gods were real?
er, I mean, no one had been able to read hieroglyphics for centuries. The written language of Egypt had been completely forgotten. Then an Englishman named Thomas Young proved that the Rosetta Stone's three languages all conveyed the same message. A Frenchman named Champollion took up the work and cracked the code of hieroglyphics."
"This sounds like one of Binns leasons..." muttered Sirius with a few others agreeing with him.
Sadie chewed her gum, unimpressed. "What's it say, then?"
Dad shrugged. "Nothing important.
"...really?!" asked/demanded Sirius.
"calm down Sirius, it's not that big of a deal." said Tonks
"Not that big of a deal! NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL!" yelled Black, "I just felt like I was back in school! This! This is a big deal!"
For the sake of everyone's sanity Hermione just kept on reading
It's basically a thank-you letter from some priests to King Potlemy V. When it was first carved, the stone was no big deal. But over the centuries...over the centuries it has become a powerful symbol. Perhaps the most important connection between Ancient Egypt and the modern world. I was a fool not to realize its potential sooner."
Everyone started to lean forward as it seemed that the book was starting to pick up
He'd lost me, and apparently the curator too.
"Dr. Kane?" he asked. " Are you feeling quite all right?"
Dad breathed deeply. "My apologies, Dr. Martin. I was just...thinking aloud. If I could have the glass removed? And if you could bring me the papers I asked for from your archives."
"He doesn't need the papers, he just wants to be alone with this stone" said Fred
When everyone turned to look at the teen he blushed, but started to elaborate, "Obviously he wants it for some reason, I mean he did just rambled about its great potential, and asking for the papers after asking for the glass down? He wants the stone"
George was just a little shocked about how deeply his brother's mind had thought of this little part that everyone, including himself, just looked over
Dr. Martin nodded. He pressed a code into a small remote control, and the front of the glass box clicked open.
"It will take a few minutes to retrieve the notes," Dr. Martin said. "For anyone else, I would hesitate to grant unguarded access to the stone, as you've requested. I trust you'll be careful."
"He jinxed it"
He glanced at us kids like we were troublemakers.
"We'll be careful," Dad promised.
"Double jinxed"
As soon as Dr. Martin's steps receded, Dad turned to us with a frantic look in his eyes. "Children, this is very important. You have to stay out of this room."
He slipped his workbag off his shoulder and unzipped it just enough to pull out a bike chain and padlock. "Follow Dr. Martin. You'll find his office at the end of the Great Court on the left. There's only one entrance. Once he's inside, wrap this around the door handles and lock it tight. We need to delay him."
Ron noticed that he was starting to lean closer to Hermione as she read and blushed as he slowly leaned back in his seat, he looked around to see if anyone noticed and luckily it looked like no one did.
"You want us to lock him in?" Sadie asked, suddenly interested. "Brilliant!"
Everyone chuckled a little at this Sadie's antics
"Dad," I said, "what's going on?"
"We don't have enough time for explanations," he said. "This will be our only chance. They're coming."
"Who's coming!?" asked Mad-eye
"Who knows, it's probably those people from before though," replied Tonks
"Who's coming?" Sadie asked.
He took Sadie by the shoulders. "Sweetheart, I love you. And I'm sorry... I'm sorry for many things, but there's no time now. If this works, I promise I'll make everything better for all of us. Carter, you're my brave man. You have to trust me. Remember, lock up Dr. Martin. Then stay out of this room!"
"Why..." Ginny gulped, "why does this feel like a goodbye?"
"That's because it probably is dear, remember the title of the chapter.." replied Mrs. Weasly
Chaining the curators' door was easy. But as soon as we'd finished, we looked back the way we'd come and saw blue light streaming from the Egyptian gallery,
"That'd definitely magic," said Kingsley, "and powerful magic too."
as if our dad had installed a giant glowing aquarium.
Sadie locked eyes with me. "Honestly, do you have any idea what he's up to?"
"None," I said."But he's been acting strange lately. Thinking a lot about Mom. He keeps her picture..."
I didn't want to say more. Fortunately Sadie nodded like she understood.
"What's in his workbag?" she asked.
"I don't know. He told me never to look."
"And he never did?" asked Lupin.
"this guy is hopeless," said Sirius.
Sadie raised an eyebrow. "And you never did? God, that is so like you Carter. You're hopeless."
Everyone laughed at the fact that the two Muraders just said pretty much the same thing as Sadie
I wanted to defend myself, but just then a tremor shook the floor.
Startled, Sadie grabbed my arm. "He told us to stay put. I suppose you're going to follow that order too?"
"Yes, they should follow this order," snapped Mrs. Weasly
"It would be very dangerous for them if they went in there, even more so if they didn't know about magic; which they probably don't." Said Mr. Weasly
Actually, that order was sounding pretty good to me, but Sadie sprinted down the hall, and after a moment's hesitation, I ran after her.
"Let's hope they're going to be okay." said Tonks
Remus put a hand on his wife's shoulder as Hermione continued to read
When we reach the entrance of the Egyptian gallery, we stopped dead in out tracks. Our dad stood in front of the Rosetta Stone with his back to us. A blue circle glowed on the floor around him,
"Is that magic?" asked Fred, he was looking at his dad but it was Lupin that answered him,
"Yes, we believe that it is their...culture's...unique magic"
all of the "children" noticed that the adults were glancing from one another like they were having a silent conversation; and because, magic, they most likely were
as if someone had switched on hidden neon tubes in the floor.
My dad had thrown off his overcoat.
"Things just got serious," yelled Sirius!
His workbag lay open at his feet, revealing a wooden box about two feet long, painted with Egyptian images.
the tension in the room was starting to rise as more things were coming to light
"What's he holding?" Sadie whispered to me. "Is that a boomerang?"
Sure enough, when Dad raised his hand, he was brandishing a curved white stick. It did look like a boomerang. But instead of throwing the stick, he touched it to the Rosetta Stone. Sadie caught her breath. Dad was writing on the stone.
"Whoa. Writing? On a stone?"
"That is what it said Bill."
Wherever the boomerang made contact, glowing blue lines appeared on the granite. Hieroglyphs.
It made no sense. How could he write glowing words with a stick?
'yea, how?' was in everyone's mind before they clued in that the 'boomerang' was probably a wand
But the image was bright and clear: ram's horns above a box and an X.
Hermione showed the picture around the room
"Open," Sadie murmured.
"How'd she know that? I barely know that!" exclaimed Bill
"maybe it'll be explained?" said George, though he didn't sound too sure
I stared at her, because it sounded like she had just translated the word, but that was impossible. I'd been hanging around Dad for years, and even I could read only a few hieroglyphs. They were serious hard to learn.
Dad raised his arms. He chanted: "Wo-seer, i-ei." And two more hieroglyphic symbols burned blue against the surface of the Rosetta Stone.
Again Hermione showed the picture around the room, this time Bill looked more closely at it, trying to figure out what it was.
"OK, so it involves the God of the dead, that much I could get."
"Wait! God? as in capital G God?" asked Harry.
"God of the dead? as in there's other gods for other things?" Ron also asked.
On impulse they looked towards Hermione for an answer, but it was Tonks that answered this time, "Yes, Harry with a capital G and Ron there are tons of Egyptian Gods in the myths; like the God of the dead, the Sky, the Sun and moon, even one for crocodiles."
Seeing some of the looks the other adults were throwing her she clarified on how she knew this, " I learned a little of them in one of my classes at school, not a whole lot though."
As stunned as I was, I recognized the first symbol. It was the name of the Egyptian god of the dead.
"Wo-seer," I whispered. I'd never heard it pronounced that way, But I knew what it meant, "Osiris."
"Osiris, come," Sadie said,
"Again, how does she know this!" Bill asked.
as if in a trance. Then her eyes widened. "No!" she shouted. "Dad, no!"
"Wow, you'd think he was actually calling this dude, "Fred joked.
To themselves the adults were wondering if he really was
Our father turned in surprise. He started to say, "Children-"
But it was too late. The ground rumbled. The blue light turned to searing white, and the Rosetta Stone exploded.
"BANG!" Screamed Ginny
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was laughter- horrible, gleeful laughter mixed with the blare of the museum's security alarms.
"That's weird, maybe their dad really is insane?" said Charlie
"Hmm, something tells me it's not their dad that's laughing." muttered Mad-eye
I felt like I'd just been run over like a tractor.
All the quidditch players knew how this felt
I sat up, dazed, and spit a piece of Rosetta Stone out of my mouth. The gallery was in ruins. Waves of fire rippled in pools along the floor. Giant statues had toppled. Sarcophagi had been knocked off their pedestals. Pieces of the Rosetta Stone had exploded outward with such force that they'd embedded themselves in the columns, the walls, the other exhibits.
Sadie was passed out next to me,
Mrs. Weasly started to fret for both Sadie and Carter, even though she had never met them she was still worried about them
but she looked unharmed.
Molly silently sighed in relief that the child was alright
I shook her shoulder, and she grunted, "Ugh."
"Ha! Sounds like your kind of girl Fred," Joked his twin
In front of us, where the Rosetta Stone had been, stood a smoking, sheared-off pedestal. The floor was blackened in a starburst pattern, except for the glowing blue circle around our father.
He was facing our direction, but he didn't seem to be looking at us. A bloody cut ran across his scalp. He gripped the boomerang tightly.
I didn't understand what he was looking at. Then the horrible laughter echoed around the room again, and I realized it was coming from right in front of me.
"DANGIT REMUS! Why can't you be wrong for once!" flipped Sirius
Something stood between our father and us. At first, I could barely make it out- just a flicker of heat. But as I concentrated, it took on a vague form- the fiery outline of a man.
He was taller than Dad, and his laugh cut through me like a chainsaw.
"Well done," He said to my father. "Very well done, Julius."
"You were not summoned!" My father's voice trembled. He held up the boomerang, but the fiery man flicked one finger, and the stick flew from Dad's hand, shattering against the wall.
"was that wand less magic?" Asked Hermione but she received no answer.
"I am never summoned, Julius," the man purred
Bill looked like someone just told him that the Dark Lord was personally looking for him, it was obvious he knew who this guy was, but he wasn't sharing
"But when you open a door, you must be prepared for guests to walk through."
Kingsley silently nodded at this metaphor
"Back to the Duat!"
"Back to the what?" asked Charlie
"The Duat, is the realm of the god Osiris and the residence of other gods and supernatural beings. It is the region through which the sun god Ra travels from west to east during the night, and where he battled Apep. It also was the place where people's souls went after death for judgement, though that was not the full extent of the afterlife." Explained Bill.
My father roared. "I have the power of the Great King!"
"Oh, scary," the fiery man said with amusement. "And even if you knew how to use that power, which you do not, he was never my match. I am the strongest. Now you will share his fate."
"That doesn't sound to good," said Mr. Weasly.
I couldn't make sense of anything, but I knew that I had to help my dad. I tried to pick up the nearest chunk of stone, but I was so terrified my fingers felt frozen and numb. My hands were useless.
Dad shot me a silent look of warning: Get out. I realized he was intentionally keeping the fiery man's back to us, hoping Sadie and I would escape unnoticed.
"GO" was running through everyone's mind
Sadie was still groggy. I managed to drag her behind a column, into the shadows. When she started to protest, I clamped my hand over her mouth. That woke her up. She saw what was happening and stopped fighting.
Alarms blared. Fire circled around the doorway of the gallery. The guards had to be on their way, but I wasn't sure if that was a good thing for us.
"Probably not." said Harry
Dad crouched to the floor, keeping his eyes on the enemy,
"Good," muttered Moody
and opened his painted wooden box. He brought out a small rod like a ruler. He muttered something under his breath and the rod elongated into a wooden staff as tall as he was.
"They use staffs and wands? What else do they use? Swords?" Cried Tonks
Around the table there was some agreeing with her, just the idea of using a staff or sword was such a foreign concept to them, maybe at some point in wizarding history they had used them but definitely not now when wands were so much easier.
Harry had started to snicker and then started to laugh as he thought about them using staffs, Ron wanted to know what was so funny, "oh, it's nothing Ron. I just kind of imagined Dumbledore using a staff, but then he'd look way to0 much like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings!"
"What's lord of the ring mate?"
"Muggle play. It's just a Muggle play." Came the slight disappointment, honestly, sometimes these purebloods were missing out on such great things!
Sadie made a squeaking sound. I couldn't believe my eyes either, but things only got weirder.
Hermione stopped for a moment in the reading and quietly muttered, "They always do."
Silently Harry was agreeing with her.
Dad through his staff at the fiery man's feet ,and it changed into an enormous serpent- ten feet long and as big around as I was- with coppery scales and glowing red eyes. It lunged at the fiery man who effortlessly grabbed the serpent by its neck.
"Well, I don't recall Gandalf's staff doing that at any point!" Exclaimed Granger.
The man's hand burst into white-hot flames, and the snake burned to ashes.
"An old trick, Julius." the fiery man chided.
My dad glanced at us, silently urging us again to run. Part of me refused to believe any of this was real. Maybe I was unconscious, having a nightmare.
Cause for some laughs at that hope.
Next to me, Sadie picked up a chunk of stone.
"How many?" my dad asked quickly, trying to keep the fiery man's attention. "How many did I release?"
"Yea...how many?" asked Bill and Lupin
"Why, all five,"
this one little sentence caused Bill Weasley to drop his head onto the table in front of him
the man said, as if explaining something to a child. "You should know we're a package deal, Julius. Soon I'll release even more, and they'll be very grateful. I shall be named King again."
"WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?" muttered Bill, each why accompanied by a head smack to the table.
The teenagers were really starting to question what was going on, in fact, if Hermione wasn't the one reading she most likely would be demanding answers, but now it was coming to the point where all of them would and will
"The Demon Days," my father said. "They'll stop you before it's too late."
The fiery man laughed. "You think the House can stop me? Those old fools can't even stop arguing among themselves. Now let the story be told anew. And this time you shall never rise!"
"What does that mean?"
"What house?"
"What are the demon days?" These were some of the questions that were currently being yelled by the teens to the adults (mostly Bill) but none of them answered.
The fiery man waved his hand. The blue circle at Dad's feet went dark. Dad grabbed for his toolbox, but it skittered across the floor.
"Good bye, Osiris," the fiery man said.
no body spoke but they were all thinking one thing, 'the heck is going on?!'
With another flick of his hand, he conjured a glowing coffin around our dad. At first it was transparent, but as our father struggled and pounded on its sides, the coffin became more and more solid- a golden Egyptian sarcophagus inlaid with jewels. My dad caught my eyes one last time, and mouthed the word Run! before the coffin sank into the floor, as if the ground had turned to water.
"Bloody hell!" whispered someone
"Dad!" I screamed.
Sadie threw her stone, but it sailed harmlessly through the fiery man's head. He turned, and for one terrible moment, his face appeared in the flames. What I saw made no sense. It was as if someone had superimposed two different faces on top of each other- one almost human, with pale skin, cruel, angular features, and glowing red eyes, the other like an animal with dark fur and sharp fangs. Worse than a dog, or a wolf or a lion- some animal I'd never seen before. Those red eyes stared at me, and I knew I was going to die.
Molly and Tonks both epped a little at that, thinking of the poor children.
Behind me, heavy footsteps echoed on the marble floor of the Great Court. Voices were barking orders. The security guards, maybe the police- but they'd never get here in time. The fiery man lunged at us.
A few inches from my face, something shoved him backward. The air sparked with electricity. The amulet around my neck grew uncomfortably hot. The fiery man hissed, regarding me more carefully. "So...it's you."
"Can somebody PLEASE explain what is going on! It's obvious you guys at least have an idea," yelled a fed up Harry.
"We will Harry, don't worry. But let's wait till the end of this chapter Ok?" said Sirius
The building shook again. At the opposite end of the room, part of the wall exploded in a brilliant flash of light. Two people stepped through the gap- the man and the girl we'd seen at the Needle, their robes swirling around them. Both of them held staffs.
The fiery man snarled. He looked at me one last time and said, "Soon, boy."
Then the entire room erupted in flames. A blast of heat sucked all the air out of my lungs and I crumpled to the floor. The last thing I remember, the man with the forked beard and the girl in the blue were standing over me. I heard the security guards running and shouting, getting closer. The girl crouched over me and drew a long curved knife from her belt.
"We must act quickly," she told the man.
"Not yet," he said with some reluctance. His thick accent sounded French. "We must be sure before we destroy them."
I closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.
Hermione snapped the book shut and proclaimed, "Chapters over, now explain."
It was time to get down to business and no one had any idea on how to explain this.
"OK, so you know how they were talking about Osiris, God of the Dead? Well, he was one of five children to the sky Goddess and his other siblings were Isis, Horus, Nephthys, and the last one Set. I believe that the 'fiery man' is Set." explained Bill
"That's not possible though! Egyptian Gods don't exist!" was yelled at him by the teens.
"Look, we don't understand all of this ourselves ok. But their Gods were always closely tied with their magic, so it does make sense. The book will probably explain more later." said Lupin.
There were a lot of sceptical looks cast between the teens, this was a lot to take in, in one morning.
"Look, we've read our morning away, why don't we take a break this afternoon ok? Then we'll do a full day of reading tomorrow," spoke Molly trying to diffuse the tension in the air.
Hermione put the book on the table and went with Ron and Harry up to the boys shared bedroom, everyone else slowly left the room as well.