Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these stories.

A/N: Written for the Quidditch League Competition, Written for the Wand Wood Competition, Written for the Relationship Bingo Challenge, Written for the If You Dare Continued Challenge.

Prompts: (Word) Decision, (Word) Blushing, (Dialogue) "Do what you want.", write about an act of trickery or betrayal (Silver Lime), No Romance!, Future.

Conquering Egypt

Harry dared not raise his head in the presence of the female Pharaoh Cleopatra; he knew what would happen if he heart pounded against his chest while he stared at the floor with blurry eye sight, his glasses lost in the desert sand months ago when he first arrived in the past. Doing his best to ignore the Egyptian soldiers running around the ship, Harry sat stone still on the soft red cushion at the feet of his Pharaoh, a thick piece of material around his neck like a collar while another second piece of leather was tied to his collar and the other end was held by Pharaoh Cleopatra herself like a dog's leash.

'I cannot believe that everything the Dursley's made me do has come in handy'Harry thought, only to freeze when he felt a hand start playing with his hair as if he were a common dog.

"My beloved will be so happy to know that he will be able to take over Egypt, together we will create a new Roman Egypt with our armies and rule it as wife and husband," Cleopatra said with a laugh that sent shivers down every single slaves spine, "We will not even have to take part in the fighting if my plan works out."

'I hate this woman, if I ever manage to get back to my time I am making sure everyone knows what sort of woman she is' Harry thought angrily, making sure to keep his face blank.

The sound of clinging metal caught his attention, and Harry felt his world shrinking even more. His emerald green eyes traveled away from the floor and rook in the simply white rag that covered him, though it offered little modesty. His whole body had been scrubbed and washed, which was rare for a slave as normally there would be no reason for them to bathe due to their dirty work, while his hair was washed every other day. According to the few slaves who Harry got on with Cleopatra saw him and his exotic looks as some sort of animal and not a human. Harry wasn't sure if he should be happy or not about this revelation.

"My Pharaoh the other ships are on the horizon!" the voice of a gladiator shouted out from the tip of the ship, making every slave on board the vessel shiver.

"Then turn the ship towards our hiding spot," Cleopatra replied as she kept a tight hold on Harry's leash with one hand while the other gave a sharp tug to his hair. "What do you think my slave? What do you think of my decision? You have permission to speak to your wonderful beautiful queen."

"I think that your idea on how to help the Romans conquer Egypt is a wonderful one my beautiful Pharaoh," Harry replied quickly as he recited the words he had been practicing in his head, he had seen what happened to the other slaves who had been in his position before and he did not want the same thing to happen to him while he tried to find a way home, "You are very wise my Pharaoh."

A few seconds later the tugging feeling in Harry's hair stopped and the hand was removed making Harry let out a small unnoticeable sigh of relief.

"It looks like my favorite slave speaks wise words that prove his loyalty to his beautiful Pharaoh," Cleopatra said happily as she preened like a peacock under Harry's words, "Guards, how long will it be until my beloved Octavian conquers Egypt?"

"A day or two my Queen," the nearest guard replied as he knelt down in front of Cleopatra with his head lowered.

A soft thoughtful caught Harry's attention. "Your bulging muscles are causing your blushing queen to feel certain you like me to reward you for your loyalty during this important battle?"

"Do what you want my Queen," Harry heard the guard say, his voice calm and emotionless.

Braving a look quickly upwards Harry found his lips turn into a slight smile when he spotted the blurry disgusted expression on the guards face before it quickly disappeared. It seemed to Harry that by now even the guards had realized the turn of bad luck all of Cleopatra's lovers and husbands went under, no matter how closely related they were or what sort of slaves and servants, no matter how loyal, that would be buried with the men when they died they always had a turn of sudden bad luck when they met Cleopatra. Harry was very thankful for all history books Hermione had made his read for his history test.

Several of the laws and beliefs Harry had read about had turned out to be true. In Ancient Egypt Cleopatra killed her lovers whenever she grew board of them or if a better stronger lover came along which was how Harry found himself aboard a ship that would help a Roman leader and Cleopatra to conquer Egypt. Another belief was that when someone died their slaves and servants would be buried alive with them to serve them in the afterlife.

"Dismissed, inform me when the battle is over and my beloved Roman has conquered Egypt,"Cleopatra said with a wave of her hand, even though she was from Egypt Cleopatra had found herself preferring the Roman way of life after she had spent several years in Roman before she became Pharaoh, "Soon my beautiful homeland will fall under my powerful might."

As the guard stood up and left Harry a ray of sunlight bounced off of his armor giving off the impression of a Golden Snitch making Harry feel homesick, all of the months he had spent being forced to pretend he was a lost slave who had gotten lost in the desert finally caught up to him. Emotions began to bubble inside of him as he tried to control them, he knew no good would come of allowing them to rule him because he had seen what had happened to the last slave that finally snapped and told Cleopatra to carry her own milk for the baths she so loved to bathe in as she thought it would help her to keep her good looks.

"During this stressful time of the Romans conquering Egypt I find it so relaxing to talk to you my dear slave," Cleopatra said as she started to run her hand through Harry's messy black hair again, "The Gods have given me a great blessing in the form of you;I am able to tell you everything as you do not understand our language beyond a few key words."

'Keep thinking that woman and I won't tell you that I placed a translator spell on myself before I was found' Harry thought to himself, forcing himself to sit still and allow Cleopatra to do as she wished. 'When I get back to the future I am going to make sure that all but a few time travelling devices are destroyed so no one else will find themselves in my position.'

"This is the beginning of a new era," Cleopatra said smugly as she lounged on her gold throne and watched her servants, slaves and guards move across the ship busily doing her bidding,"When we sail back to Egypt it will be under the rule of the Romans."

'How much more of this can I take?'Harry thought to himself as he nodded his head slightly in the same manner he always did whenever Cleopatra talked to him 'If things keep going on like they are now I...I dread to think what I might be reduced to doing.'

Lost in his worry and the stress of having to act like a perfect slave Harry never noticed the soft golden glow that began to surround him. He never noticed that his magic was beginning to answer his desperate plea to go home.

End.