A I couldn't wait! Darn it! This is what happens when I write down chapters faster then I upload them. As soon as I finish a chapter I want to post it so badly! This was supposed to come out tomorrow morning.

But nnoooo! My stupid muse is screaming "UPLOAD IT YOU STUPID SLAVE! UPLOAD MY STORY NOW OR I WILL QUITE ON YOU!"

…so you can imagine who won that argument.

Well I imagine that none of you have any complaints so enough of my rambling!

Onward towards brilliance~

"Boy! Hurry up we're going to be late!"

Harry rolled his eyes as his uncle roared from the living room. Another dull day at the Dursleys, the monotone day only changed by the Dursleys deciding to go to a huge theme park for Dudley's 17th birthday and because they didn't want to leave Harry in charge of the house they were reluctantly taking him along.

Not that he'd be going to the theme park with them. No that would be way too generous of them. Instead they were dropping him off at a museum along the way.

Harry had already been at the Dursleys for several weeks, it had been a very hot and dull summer so far. The only good that the heat did for Harry was that he was able to sleep outside somewhat comfortably. He'd been locked out more often than not this year. Not that he minded, it was a lot better than sleeping on his lumpy bed and listening to his uncle and cousin bring down the house with their snores.

His birthday would be coming up soon, he still hadn't heard anything from the order or his godfather, and the meddling candy eater had taken Hedwig away from him at the end of the school year so he couldn't owl anyone to come and get him.

As to what Harry was doing right now he was doing his best to piss off his uncle. He was bored and Uncle Vernon sometimes turned as many colors as the ones in the sky.

Harry was up in his room resting on the lumpy bed, he'd been sent there two days ago for snapping at Dudley and kicking him in the shin when Harry had seen him harassing one of Miss Figgs cats. The poor cat had had her tail broken and her ear torn before Harry had gotten there.

If you want my option I had gone easy on the porker, I could have aimed a bit higher up then the shin. Harry snickered.

"BOY!"

Harry sighed as he finally got up; it seemed that his uncle was reaching his boiling point. If Harry wanted to avoid a bruise or six he'd better get down there before Mt. Vernon erupted.

To be truthfully Harry was looking forward to the museum, he'd never been to one before and he couldn't help but be excited about it. Pulling one of Mrs. Weasley's sweaters on, he quickly pocked his wand in his front pants pocket.

I really need to get a wand holster, one of these days I'm going to need to get my wand fast and have it get stuck. Hah! What a fitting end for the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Die-A-Pathetic-Death.

Walking regally down the stairs Harry ignored his blustering uncle and walked out the door towards the waiting car.

Getting in the backseat Harry couldn't resist a taunt or two to his mauve uncle who was still waiting in the doorway.

"Come on Vernon what's with the wait up?"

Two roars later and a smack upside his head and they were on their way towards London.

Staring out of the window Harry ignored Dudley who was sitting beside him with Piers Polkiss, both of them gossiping and talking loudly.

After a long drive of being squished and elbowed they finally arrived in front of The British Museum.

Wow it's so big, I didn't know they were going to drop me off here! This is going to be great. Harry gazed up in amazement as he ignored his uncle holler out that they'd pick him up tomorrow evening before driving off.

Nevermind the fact that the museum closed at 5:30 and it was already noon, also Harry didn't have any money on him to get a room for the night either.

Sometimes Harry Potter really disliked his relatives.

Sighing Harry turned his eyes away from the empty road and back to the huge building in front of him.

He was once again mesmerized by the beauty of it, the huge white columns towered so high up and the marble etching and statues were…well let's just say that Harry's eyes hadn't been this huge since he he'd been eleven and had meet Hagrid for the first time. Of course anyone's eyes would have bugged out when they meet Hagrid for the first time, that man was huge!

Walking up the white stairs Harry was glad to see that admittance was free of charge, because even if the Dursley's knew that it would have cost him money to get in they wouldn't have given him any anyway.

Because it was a Friday the museum seemed to be packed full with people, groups of tourists and school children and families wandered about. Harry maneuvered around the still standing groups as he gaped at the hugeness of the first floor room.

Walking forward he saw that right in front of him there was some kind of reading room, it was a circular room right smack down in the middle. While Harry was interested about it he really wanted to look at some of the exhibits first. If he had time he'd go back to the reading room and listen in to some of the lectures.

To his far right was a door leading to some kind of themed exhibit, a large signed said Enlightenment

Interesting sounding but Harry really didn't need any kind of enlightenment, he got enough of that from the wizarding world and most of it was a false kind of enlightenment anyway.

Turning back towards his front he looked at the doors on the other side of the room, a signed once again showed that the room beyond the door was another themed exhibit. This one was titled Living and Dying

Wow so cheery sounding. Harry really had enough of dying thank you very much so he ignored that door and looked over to his left now.

Ancient Egypt

Ok now I know where I want to start! Harry practically skipped towards those doors. He loved ancient history, not that anyone knew that. When he went to primary school before he turned eleven he had spent a lot of time in the small school library looking at any and all history books that the small school had.

The librarian there had been very supportive of his interest and helped him out when he went looking for a particular topic; she'd even ordered a few books for him to read that wouldn't have been found in a small children school.

The books that she ordered for him would do better in some kind of university.

Harry had greatly enjoyed them.

Walking into the exhibit the first thing Harry came into contact with was the Rosetta Stone.

Gazing up at the huge stone tablet Harry looked at the hieroglyphs. The entire slab of stone was filled with worded drawings. This was where modern language originated from.

This is breathtaking; it's a great piece of our history as human beings. Well at least the Muggle side of it. I doubt the wizards would appreciate this as much. It'd probably still be in the ground around the town of el-Rashid. Still to have Greek lettering and Egyptian hieroglyphs and who knows what else all on this tablet. I wonder who created such a thing.

Harry moved over to a display case to read up on it.

Ah priests, well no wonder. Harry smirked before glancing at the stone again before turning away to check out the rest of the exhibit.

But before he could fully turn away something weird happened and not the usual kind of weird that happened to him often.

As he turned movement at the corner of his eye made him freeze. It wasn't like the movement of a person…no it was something else.

The markings on the Rosetta Stone were changing.

And not just moving and changing. They were translating.

What the heck? Harry turned around fully, but instead of the lettering turning back into their original state the stone continued to change.

Harry glance frantically at the people around him to see if anyone else had noticed this phenomenon but everyone just continued to mind their own business. Not paying any attention to the changing stone or the boy who was freaking out.

Something strange was definitely happening.

And it seemed that once again he was in the thick of it.

Typical

Harry sighed as he gave up panicking, what was the point of doing that anyway? The only thing it accomplished was to make him look stupid and clueless. Not to mention that it was hard work to keep at it when he didn't truly feel panicked inside.

Walking up closer to the stone Harry decided to wait and let the stone finish translating itself before he investigated. The translated words looked like English but since Parseltongue looked like English to him he didn't make any assumptions that what he was reading was truly the English word.

Everything translated on the stone. The Greek lettering, the Egyptian hieroglyphs, everything.

So once it was done Harry did the only sensible thing, he read.

He stood there and read for what seemed like hours but was more like 30 minutes.

He didn't read all of the stone-there was so much-but what he did read greatly interested him. He ignored the parts that had already been translated by the rest of the human race and focused on parts that had been too difficult to translate. Words that no one had ever read, except for the maker of the words.

It kind of read like a diary which was odd but Harry continued to read regardless. It spoke of danger and peace, of a tyrant who had overthrown a king and took over his people. It never gave any kind of names, only titles.

One word though kept on getting repeated over and over in the chronicle.

Doctor

A strange word for that time, healers were called just that, Healers the word doctor hadn't even been invented yet. But for some reason it was here.

Whenever Harry came across that word-Doctor-he felt his heart give a flutter, it was like it recognized that word and responded to it. His heart ached with pain and longing.

The same pain and longing he got whenever he stared up at the stars.

Harry shook his head and closed his eyes, it hurt and he hated that. He was confused and if there was one thing he hated and loved more than anything was to be presented with a problem or puzzle.

But this was different. It hurt.

Harry shook his head one more time like he was trying to shake out the feelings that welled up in him and tried to concentrate on the puzzle that was in front of him.

Harry could blame the lettering changing to some kind of accidental magic of his, it happened often enough were that sounded the most plausible.

Added with the fact that only he seemed to be able to read the newly translated words helped that theory.

Damn if this is what happens in the first exhibit I go into I'm kinda afraid to find out what will happen when I go into the others.

He also noticed that he was getting no few strange looks from the people walking by. Only then did Harry notice that he'd been standing in the same spot for almost an hour now, not to mention that he'd been staring intently at the stone for some time.

It would probably be best if he left before someone got the wrong idea and called security.

Still what was written on that tablet of stone…was a story of epic proportions.

It sounds even more fanatically magical then my own life story heh if that's even possible.

With one last look Harry walked away from the tablet, what he failed to realize though as he walked away was that the moment he had looked away from the lettering of the Rosetta Stone the translated words glowed a bright golden color before restoring themselves.

Heheh[I'm smirking and laughing so hard right now]

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