The Mummy: Rise of an Empire
Ch. 1 The search
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Ch. 1 The search
Mesopotamia
The Cradle of Civilization
Currently known as Iraq
The sun bore its awesome, heated rays upon the desert, making the air blistering hot. For almost ten years, he'd been searching for her, his Queen. He knew he'd had to go to great lengths just to find her, and in the ten years since he left the world of Magic, she was all he had thought about.
Time passed relatively fast, what with him returning to Muggle or Mundane schooling using various aliases in order to throw off those whom persued him relentlessly in order to try and coerce him to forgive them of their trespasses against him. Having taken private courses in both worlds, mastering his mind, magic, and himself, improved his capabilities to a sharp point like an acid etched blade.
He now stood at 6'1 in height, muscles that would and often did, make many women he'd pass by and or come into contact with, swoon with lust and some men to look upon him with envy. But he turned them all down, for his heart would only belong to another.
He wasn't huge by any means. His body had an even greater mass than that of a swimmer, but less than someone like Hollywoods A-List Celebrities like Arnold or Stallone.
Flashback
Many years under extensive training of the body and mind had him become just one of the smartest men in the world. He was also one of its most dangerous.
Under the tutelage of several Masters of their own craft, Harry James Potter studied basic fighting styles from Shadow Boxing, to Tae Kwan Do, Karate, Jui Jitsu, Akido, and Keysi or KFM. He had undergone Survivalist Training after meeting with former Military Officers whom were now top notch mercenaries whom worked for the Governments when needed for off the books special missions. He learned much during his training in what time he spent with them. Though it felt like being in Hell during the training period, he learned to adapt, to live off of the land, study maps, terrains, and learned to read a compass. During a visit to a Buddhist Temple, he learned to center himself and to merge his mind and magic in a manner where wandless magic became as easy as breathing. As a friend of the Monks, he even learned to harness the magic of Nature itself in order to refill his inner Magical Core should he ever exhaust himself and deplete his energy reserves.
For educational studies, he studied History, Philosophy, Drama, Medicine, Computer Engineering, Science, Math, Advanced Data Engineering, Neurological Sciences, and Linguistics. The last of which enabled him to learn over a dozen languages, some of which were said to be Dead, and or no longer used within Modern Society. He earned Masteries and Doctorates in all of these fields, but as a way of doing so in order to learn more, he was forced to use Time Turners he acquired with the help of unnamed associates. This took off several years of his adult life, but at least he didn't tire himself out as a former friend had, nor did he allow himself to accidentally run into himself as he knew well enough the repercussions of playing with time and the risks it involved.
Having planned ahead, he ensured he followed the plan step by step, so as to not cause a Paradox, and erase himself from the timeline altogether.
He returned to Britain for a time as nearing his 8th year away from the Wizarding World, he had felt a pull on his magic. Still learning to master his mental defenses at the time, he realized that whatever it was that attached itself to his magic, did so out of desperation.
Harry had developed and studied a much newer form of 'Apparition' during his time away from Britain. The newest form, he called Shadow Travel. To him, it was more like walking into a shadow, and coming out in another shadowed area in a different location, enabling him to go from 'Point A' to 'Point B' in under a second, without the side effects that Apparition has on others, such as nausea, vomiting, etc.
Stepping out of the shadows near to where he felt the pull, he noticed the pull getting even stronger as something dark, and Deathly cool, pulled at his core at the same time as the original pulled tighter at the time of his arrival.
He noticed several individuals standing before a rundown shack, while others stood at the door, looking in, all the while, he himself hid behind a tree, cautiously watching. Thankfully, it was late in the evening. The darkness of the night sky, barely hinted at these people as he recognized quite a few of those who were watching out for unsuspecting guests.
He recognized the scarred visage of Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, standing at the door, looking inward. Harry mentally cursed as he nearly forgot to conceal himself as the former Aurors Magical eye could possibly see behind him upon his arrival, and at a distance, what no others could. Hopefully, Moody had yet to catch onto the fact that he had just arrived as he quickly cast the most advanced 'Concealment Spell' in his arsenal of spells, upon his person before the Former Auror could be alerted to his presence.
He even recognized Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and some of his ex-friends such as Hermione and Ronald. Sirius was no where to be seen, and his senses had caught onto the fact that he had arrived at a most pivotal moment of his life as two, very powerful forces were growing stronger upon his arrival. He noticed that the power was on a similar magical wave length as that of his families cloak that resided within his pocket.
The feeling in his core was getting stronger, as the visage of Albus Dumbledore had walked out of the shack with an wooden box in hand. He was being aided to stand by the hand of the dark skinned African-European Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
The box was thin, and looked mightily important in the hands of the old man as he held it tightly to his chest, while being aided to stand.
"Well Albus, did you find what you were looking for?" the scarred Veteran Auror asked, or more like demanded.
"Alas Alastor, I did." The old man pulled the box from his chest with a shaking hand as with the other, he released the one who aided him to stand. Placing the other hand on the box, he slowly opened it, the creaking of the worn metal joints sounding as if the metal was rusted.
Harry felt a pulse in his magic that caused him to gasp. Grasping the area of his chest where his core was located, just over his heart, an unusual Phenomenom occurred. Just as Mad-Eye began to react and berate the old man on his foolishness of opening a possibly dangerous object, his hand coming to slam down on the lid of the box, a black object, no bigger than a normal rock, jumped out of the box.
It hovered in the air a moment, but was not alone. It was joined a moment later with a wand. But not just any wand. No, this wand was the familiar wand that belonged to the old man himself.
"Damn it, Albus. Haven't you learned anything in your long life? You just don't open a strange box all 'Willy Nilly', you fool." the Auror yelled.
Both objects hovered in the air before the entire crowd. The old man ignored the indignant rant from his peer as he made to reach out in order to grasp both objects. They rose in the air even higher, just out of reach of the old man. "No." he groaned.
Suddenly, the wand and black stone-like object began to rotate around one another before blasting off towards the tree Harry stood beside. His eyes 'bug-eyed' out as they then dematerialized into a dark gray-like mass or particles that upon contact, entered his very being. He was physically frozen with fear as the process had both stone and wand particulates enter his very being from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
He didn't notice as another mass of similar particulates flowed from a pocket in the coat he wore, as they flowed around his body before entering his center torso, being absorbed through his clothing, and entering his very being.
The event was very excruciating all the same as just as quick as it happened, it stopped. Dropping to his knees, weaker physically than he was magically, Harry groaned as he painfully made to rise to his hands and knees moments later.
It was the Ex-Auror who noticed and recognized him first as he growled out, "Potter? Potter's here!"
"Wha...Harry?" Hermione gasped as she too then noticed the darkened visage of a cloaked individual kneeling beside a shadowed tree. "Harry." she cried out as she dashed off towards him.
"'Mione, wait. We're not sure it's really him." Ronald made out as he made to follow the girl.
"It is. It has to be." she cried out as she drew ever nearer to her former best friend.
Harry managed to raise his head, seeing the girl draw closer. "Stupid girl." he muttered as he managed to merge himself with the shadows, and disappeared.
Seeing this, Hermione shouted, "No. Harry!" she screamed his name several times as she fell to her knees at the last place Harry was. She wept loudly as the others drew up to her all the while Ronald, came upon her and pulled her into his arms. He held onto her, running his hand over her long brown hair. She grasped at his shirt as if it was a life line, the tears ever flowing down both of her cheeks as she wept.
It would take another few months before she became obsessive for the friendship she once held for her friend. Her friends and family wanted to drag her before a group of Doctors in order to get her the help she so desperately needed. She pulled away from both groups as well as Ronald, driving herself mad with finding her friend. Hermione Granger, in her grief, finished her studies in both Magic and Non-Magical schooling. She left the Wizarding Realm, intent on doing whatever she could to get her friend back, by any means necessary.
In the process, she came across a woman much like herself, named Jennifer Halsey. Both got along like as if old friends. In time, the woman known as Dr. Halsey would introduce Hermione to an Associate of hers named Dr. Henry Jekyll.
The man was more than familiar with the Wizarding Realm, and aided Hermione psychologically to the best of his abilities. Like Jenny, he took Hermione under his confidence and taught her much, and in time, she too looked to the man as her last hope in finding and aiding her lost friend the correct way.
Hermione would be introduced alongside Jenny, to the organization known as Prodigium. Upon officially entering the Headquarters of the place, her hands tingled and her mouth watered, just looking at all of the knowledge that the organization hoarded since its conception. She felt and believed that, somewhere within the extensive library within its walls, was the answer to her problems.
The old man, Albus Dumbledore refused to speak on what happened when the stone and wand became one with her former friend. His secrets held close to his chest so much, that the remaining group of friends and associates he may have had, dwindled to almost non-existence. Only a handful, counted on one hand, remained steadfastly loyal to the aged wizard. But even that was weakening over time.
On June 9th, 2017, everything anyone ever knew, everything they thought they believed in, would come crashing down.
Flashback Ends
Now in Iraq, formerly known as Mesopotamia, Harry Potter, being under the effects of the invisibility cloaks power since figuring out what happened to him two and a half years prior, stood on top of a large desert stone object, observing two men in whom he had been following for several days now. He was heavily clothed in order to shield him from the effects of the deserts sun and heat. The air though dry, was also somewhat windy. With his magic, he was able to estimate that the winds were just under thirty miles per hour. He added several cooling charms to his body to aid himself in ensuring that he did not suffer a heat stroke. This, plus a steady usage of 'Drying Charms' on his body and clothes, kept him from sweating and stinking profusely, thus, not giving away his position should he move from where he stood. He shivered at the mental implications of feeling uncomfortably stinky and wet with his bodys sweat. He crouched on the rock as he watched both men, also under several layers of clothes that protected their bodies from the suns rays, observed the small village down below with the man in the red turban looking through a pair of binoculars.
His eyes, after undergoing special Magical enhancements, zoomed outwards towards the same thing the two men observed as a group of Iraqi Insurgents attacked a now empty village, destroying hundreds of thousands of years worth of historical monuments while pillaging the village of left behind valuables, from food, to clothing, jewelry, and more.
Nick Morton, and his long time friend and brother in arms, Chris Vail, watched these events take place. They were standing above a precipice within the mountains over looking the small town, as the destruction and over running of the town take place. Some of the Insurgents were destroying an Ancient stone statue of a pair of Ancient Egyptian Lion Gargoyles that sat on either side of a forgotten King of the Ancient Period, with Russian AK-47's. He bristled angrily at the audacity of these men, as thousands of years worth of history, were now lying in ruin upon the sands of the ground they stood upon. Thousands of years worth of history, gone because of mans cruelty.
Harry had felt that these two men would lead him to what he sought. It was a feeling he envisioned just days earlier as something...elusive, forced him to follow and observe these two men. Somehow, the Fates felt that Morton and Vail would lead him to his quarry, and would finally put an end to his journey. Thus ending his loneliness. He did not know of the fact that his journey would lead him full circle once more, back home to Europe, and back into the same conflict that he had been running from since he left the British Isles the first time.
The Insurgents advanced as they tore into the statues with wild abandon and want, not caring for the loss of history they caused with their weapons and villainy.
Some even shouted in what Harry noticed was Arabaic. With this in mind, he had an idea of which group of Insurgents these men were, and whom they followed. He didn't need to worry, he'd deal with these men all in good time, once his Queen was once more back among the Physical World.
There were even men on either side of the site with sledge hammers in hand, bringing down an nearly eradicated wall that barely stood. Others were either standing in the bed of a truck, using their weapons to shoot the statues from afar, or others sitting inside the cab, smoking and laughing at the fun they were having as if it was an everyday thing to them.
With a pair of binoculars in hand, Nick Morton, wearing a red turban, a sack cloth-like robe over his more civilian-esque clothing and tan, fingerless gloves, clutching a set of papers and a map in his hands, Morton looked back upon the scene within the village. Mr. Vail too wore similar get up with a tan turban.
It was after those same vagrants finished with their destruction and joined their fellow defilers, that Vail decided to speak, "Out of luck, huh Sarge? The civilians are gone. It's filled with Insurgents down there."
Morton didn't say a thing as he lowered his hands, and once more, concentrated his efforts on studying the map in his hands as well as the letter explaining things. Information that belonged to another.
He'd stolen it from one Dr. Jennifer Halsey, whom Harry had little to no knowledge of, nor was he aware that she was connected to his former friend. Of course, Morton had to use the age old 'James Bond-ish' way or charms to get the woman into his bed before stealing the map and letter currently in his grasp.
Harry was impressed with the mans audacity, and knew that when the time came for the two to meet again, well the other age old saying for women everywhere, 'Hell hath no Fury' would take on a whole new meaning. He smirked at the sudden vision of exactly how the good Dr. might react once she and Mr. Morton met up again.
"I guess we're too late." Vail continued without pause.
Looking to the letter stolen from Dr. Halsey, Morton then looked to his friend, "We can do this." Nick Morton turned and quickly began to make his way down the rocky path, away from the mountains precipice, towards a set of horses hidden from view.
Harry stood and followed from above the rocks, as Vail too followed Morton. He driveled on, trying to change his friends mind.
"Oh no, no, no! We are too late. Command thinks we are doing advanced recon a hundred miles from here."
Stopping beside the dark coated beasts, Vail pointed at Nick, "Sarge, you're not going down there."
Morton, whom was by now, placing the map and letter within a sack within the saddle, turned and responded, "You're right, I'm not. We are."
"At least call in an airstrike." the now pleading companion begged.
Lowering the shawl covering his face, Morton replied, "Airstrike? Bad idea."
"A little one. Just...Maybe they'll run off."
"And then Command will know where we are..."
"and we'll do 20 years in Leavenworth for looting." Vail finished.
"Hey, what'd I tell you? We are not looters." Morton said suddenly, without any real heat. "We are liberators of precious Antiquities." Vail said the same thing simultaneously at the end of Mortons poor attempt at ending the argument.
"Right."
"Right." Morton said as well in return.
"But we don't even know what's down there."
Showing the map, still in his hand, Morton responded with, "Haram! Haram is what is down there. Treasure."
"No," Vail disagreed. "The translator said, 'Haram' means 'Forbidden Knowledge!' Like a Curse."
Rolling his eyes and waving a hand every which way, Morton scoffed, "Around here, that's just another word for 'Treasure!' And this guy, this Henry guy, he seems to want it pretty bad. Well, now he's gonna have to pay double." Hefting himself onto the saddle of his horse, Nick Morton then commanded his friend to "Mount Up!"
With a shake of his head, Chris Vail said, "No sir, I ain't going on this one."
"What?" Morton said in mock shock as he moved his horse away.
"I'm not going." Vail reiterated.
"Vail." Pulling out a knife and holding it out, Morton merely smirked.
"What are you going to do? You going to stab me with that?"
Morton did not answer, merely rode up beside his friends horse, and sliced the water sack Vail had hanging from the saddle of his own horse.
Quickly running to the horses side and seeing what Nick had done, Vail cried out, "Oh no, no, no. You crazy bastard. It's a full days ride to the nearest water!"
Harry had to stifle a laugh from where he was crouched, liking this Morton guy all the more at the slick move he pulled to get his friend to comply.
Turning back with a shit eating grin, Morton rode back to his friend, "The nearest water, is right down in that village. Come on, Vail." he said a he turned his horse right back around. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
If he could have, the look upon his face would have cut through Morton, killing him on the spot as Vail then hollered out, "Well, that's just great, Nick. That's just great!"
"Come on," Nick slurred with excitement in his tone, "slip in, slip out, just like we always do."
'This should be fun.' Harry thought as Vail had lost the battle of wits with his compatriot and saddled up. But taking pity on the guy, he waved an invisible hand, sealing the water sack, while at the same time, re-filling it with precious, ice cold water. The man would not notice until they entered the terrorist infected town.
Because there was no shadow in which to walk through, Harry was forced to resort to altering his form into that of a Peregrine Falcon once Morton and Vail were far enough away to allow Harry to drop his cloaking abilities.
Lifting off into the air with just a few flaps from is wings, Harry allowed the wind currents to aid him in reaching the town much faster. He enjoyed the freedom of flight, even when it was under his own power. Having found and mastered his Animagus form several years ago after claiming his vaults and retrieving the journals of his father, the freedom of the flight, the air brushing through his wings. There was nothing on Earth quite like it.
At least as far as he was concerned. And that's saying something.
The flight to the small village would have been short, but first, Harry had something he had to do first. Hovering where the now destroyed statues were once occupied, he resumed his human form. The moment his footing touched the ground, he raised both hands in the air, calling on his magic to aid him. The chunks of stone littering the ground rose up and began to reform. As the statues began to retake shape, several stragglers turned and noticed the spectacle of magic.
Not believing what their eyes were seeing, they quickly came around the statues and found the source of the magical display of power.
Both raised their weapons at the unknown man, hollering in their native tongue, but Harry didn't care as he freed one of his raised arms and with a wave of his hand, one of the men found himself unable to move, his weapon falling from his grasp. His arms outstretched, the now scared Insurgent looked at Harry with fear in his eyes. With his left hand curled into a fist, Harry pulled back with a jerk.
The Insurgent by then, unable to grasp his throat from the magic holding his body in place in a stiff or petrified posture, as he stood choking on his own organs. Blood could be seen staining the tan shawl covering his mouth. His life's precious fluid came out in massive spurts before the shawl fell from the weight of his life blood weighing it down, and the then sight of the mans organs spilling from his mouth.
His heart was the last to fall out upon the desert sands as Harrys 'Organ Expelling Curse' had slowly killed the man, extricating his organs from within his body, just as the curse implied.
The other individual had watched his comrade die horribly as he first fell to his knees and then fell face first upon the ground, his blood and guts literally all over the desert sands. The gun shook in his hands as he turned to the one whom killed his fellow Insurgent when the man before him, flattened his hand, fingers splayed, palm down, and made a swiping motion towards him.
Blood too flowed from the mans lips with a single 'cough', his eyes wide, but only for a moment as his head fell back and landed on the ground with a soft 'thud'. His body fell forward and also hit the ground a second later. The gun still in the mans hand, Harry knew that the body could force the hands trigger finger to squeeze the said trigger at any moment, so he summoned it, and any other weapons the two hand on hand. He vanished the bodies and placed both individuals weapons and their ammo into a pile, while summoning any blades they had on hand or on their person. Being a lover of blades, he preferred them to guns. "Obi Wan was right. So uncivilized." Snapping a finger, a tongue of flame came into existence. Pointing the same hand at the pile of guns and whatever ammo the men had on hand, he melted them with a continuous, flowing stream of fire, leaving nothing but a steaming pile of molten slag behind once he dispelled the flames.
Taking a moment to come to a realization of what he had done as he gazed upon his hands, he then figured he shouldn't care, as these men were Terrorists. They came upon and ran innocent people from their village homes as if it was their right, destroyed precious, historical sites, and cared not for what they had done. He also could feel the stench of Death upon their hands, as no doubt, innocents were slain for their selfishness and greed. So, he could not bring himself to care for the taking of two, despicable, low life, piece of trash that didn't deserve the very air they breathed.
His attention was then drawn to the sound of gun fire a moment later, causing him to turn towards the village. His eyes zooming in, he noticed that the two American Soldiers/ Con Artists had lost the element of surprise.
Both were currently forced on the defensive as they came upon a back alleyway, while taking heavy fire.
"Americans!?" he said as he now had a shadow to walk into since he restored the wall. He came out of another within the alleyway, barely seeing Morton and Vail crash into a door. Harry managed to exit the shadows behind a lone Insurgent falling behind the others.
Grabbing the guy around the neck with one arm, he managed to secure the guys weapon by bringing up his weapons hand that occupied the AK-47. With the arm brought to bare on the mans comrades, and with a single electrical jolt from his fingers into the the Insurgent arm, straight through to his hand, he fired on the others.
Unfortunately, he managed to take out three before the remaining men overcame their shock at seeing one of their own being manhandled in a choke hold and his weapon turned on them. They considered their comrade compromised as they took defensive positions behind several objects acting as shields, only then to return fire.
Harry himself used his captives body as a shield as he held him for a moment, the body being struck repeatedly from behind by a volley of bullets, before pushing the guy forward, his body dancing about as it was being fired upon from multiple angles. He had enough shadow beneath his feet, that Harry fell backwards and disappeared.
The firing stopped as the others looked and saw their fallen comrades, including the formerly compromised dead one. One of the Insurgents, feeling a bit daring, slowly walked to and came upon the one who fired upon he and the others, nudging him with the barrel of his weapon.
The guys blood was flowing steadily out of him from over dozens of bullet holes. He turned back to say something to the others when a set of hands came from beneath the sands, and dragged him under. He shouted and screamed helplessly as only his right hand remained visible as he quickly sank beneath the ground.
The last few men screamed as they watched this happen, their minds going back to the legends regarding such things, with men being dragged beneath the sands to suffer a cruel fate. The lone hand above the sand was twitching helplessly for a few moments more before it slowed and stilled, showing that his Death had arrived.
Another man screamed as he was too grabbed, but he was pulled into a wall. His face was the only thing to be noticed as he seemed to have merged with the said wall. Though a face could be seen, he was now entirely stone, his face forever frozen in a silent, horrific scream.
The final two men were smarter and began to run, unfortunately, the least fastest lost his footing and was pulled back into the shadows, screaming out in fear, until he too was silenced forever.
The final one, managed to exit the alleyway, turning to shoot anything and everything within the alleyway.
The others within the center of the village saw this man, wondering what had become of the others and why their man was firing randomly into a now unoccupied alleyway. The moment his weapon began to 'click, click, click,' he knew his weapon had run out of ammo. His breathing was labored as his blood pumped heavily within his veins, the Adrenalin taking over. He then began to laugh as if he survived what his comrades could not.
He made to turn around and wander over to his other colleagues when a blade of sand flew up behind and through him. Silence reigned for a moment, not one gun firing though it could be said that an American voice from a roof overhead had called in an 'Airstrike', just as they ceased firing.
The lone survivor of the bizarre events was no longer a survivor as a seam opened around his neck, blood beginning to flow dramatically. His weapon fell from his now dead fingers as he too fell forwards while his severed head fell back and onto the grounds, rolling several feet from the now deceased Insurgents body.
Forgetting the men on the roof, the remaining Insurgents began to concentrate their fire on the alleyway when four missiles fell upon them, instantly neutralizing them, an American drone flying overhead. A giant ball of flame shot up from the villages surface and into the air, followed by heavy black smoke.
Fire began to consume the village as the vehicle of the Insurgents exploded into the air, and crashed back down onto the ground.
The last of the surviving Insurgents, were now running outside the walls of the village, some even having acquired transportation or two and were driving off in a hurry as if being chased by the Hounds of Hell itself.
The two men on the roof, once the sound of the explosion quieted down, crawled over to the edge of the building they stood upon. Gazing about and seeing the results of the 'Airstrikes' missiles, it was Chris Vail who rose up and sat on his knees, raising his head to the sky as he laughed in joy, "Huh," he said, and with a cry of relief, he shouted, "I am still alive! Ahahaha..."
Nick just turned to his friend as if to berate him, when a rumble sounded. The roof of the building on which they stood near the side of, began to crumble, bringing the roof beneath their feet, down beneath them, tilted to the side.
Both men tried to steady themselves and move, but gravity and forces outside of their control took over as the roof, intact as it was, slid forward. Nick and Chris both lost their footing, rolling forward towards the center of the village.
Neither individual could control what happened next as the ground that was turned into a blackened crater, caved in on itself. The remaining debris and sand tilted towards the hole within the Earth. A pit was then revealed as Vail had just managed to not fall through, a face of a silently screaming woman could be seen within the crevice of the pit.
Both failed to see a darkened, Avion shaped, creature fly into the pit after the crater gave way and became something none would ever had hoped to find.
As Harry flew into the darkened Earth, his right eye caught onto the visage of a familiar stone face of an ever screaming figure. The design of the screaming figure was obviously Egyptian, despite Egypt being a thousand miles in a slightly different direction.
The moment he touched down, he felt the last vestiges of a set of wards he could not identify and were so weak, they easily crumbled the moment he touched down. He then changed into his human form once more, and began to examine the cave-like catacombs. The place he found himself in was vast. He paused as he then felt and noticed a small number of dark figures on either side of and others before him.
Not shaken, even in the slightest, he brought his hands together and breathed into them. A bright light shined within his enclosed palms, showing the redness of the blood beneath his skin as the light brightened considerably.
He then pulled his enclosed hands away and tossed them upwards, becoming a multitude of eight, very small orbs of light. Each one hovered above and spread out, bringing light into the darkened catacombs. He almost stumbled back as he found that the darkened shapes on either set of him, were in fact statues of the Egyptian God Thoth. Each statue was depicted as being on their knees, holding bowls that over flowed with an unknown form of liquid.
Looking up, Harry noticed stalactites above, dripping with a silvery liquid. He let a few drops fall into his right hand. His eyes widened as he realized what the said liquid was, Mercury.
"Incompetent idiots." he muttered to himself as he tilted his hand and let the Mercury fall upon the flooring of the catacombs. But as the liquid fell from his hand, he noticed it fell into a square shaped canal system. He visually followed the course of the said canals as it led into another chamber.
He then felt her before he even entered the chamber. Quickening his pace, he noticed how much smaller the room was compared to the tomb outside of the chamber. Another set of eight balls of light were sent into the air, when he noticed six statues of another Egyptian God, Anubis. All of whom were facing inward towards a pool of ever flowing Mercury. Chiseled steps led further into the now identified prison of his beloved.
The cavern adjoining the Antichamber was man made from what Harry could tell. Dried up, web covered husks or bodies of Priests of Amun from the Temple in Thebes, from what he could make out after his eyes noticed the pleated skirts and scarab signet rings, littered the place. All with their jewelry, and several with still rusting weapons. The canal he noticed, led from the Antichamber, into the pool of Mercury.
His beloveds prison was in fact a Ritual Well, filled with the poisonous liquid. Surrounding the statues and well, was a ritual barrier chain, meant to aid the Mercury and keep her contained below the Mercury filled wells surface.
There were inscriptions upon the chain, warning intruders to stay out, lest misfortune fall upon them.
His eyes could not find any Canopic jars or Shabtis, not a single provision anywhere, made for someones journey to the Underworld. This place was meant to be worse than Death for a single person, back in the Ancient Times.
Three chains were dipped into the well, meant to keep his Beloved below. His eyes followed the chains and noticed how they worked to keep her down. He spotted a pulley system and decided that the woman beneath the Mercury had suffered for long enough.
Looking at the statues of Anubis, he spoke softly with utmost respect, "Forgive me, Lord Anubis." Holding out an outstretched hand, he unleashed a 'Blasting Curse', destroying a single link in the chain with a 'snap'. Without the chain being intact, the weighted, rectangular blocks above the cavern, slowly began to descend. There were two rectangular, stone blocks on either side of the chamber.
The chains began to rise as the stone blocks fell, and in seconds, the top of a sarcophagus began to take shape. It's outer appearance was somewhat similar to the stone face outside, depicting a screaming figure, obviously female. The Mercury flowed all over the three chains as well as the shell holding the woman he loved.
As the entirety of the coffin finally left the well completely, the Mercury within began to drain from within through whatever cracks there were in the lower foot area of the sarcophagus. Almost a minute passed by when the last of the liquid came out of the sarcophagus, small drops still falling back into the well.
He summoned his magic to his hands as he then wrapped it around the sarcophagus, and with a pulling motion of his hands, it began to come to him. With three short bursts of of magic from his hand that he reformed to look like a gun, he removed the excess chains holding his future brides prison with a 'Severing Curse', while keeping it suspended within the air before him. He then slowly brought his hands and arms down, directing his magic to bring the sarcophagus towards him. He then gently placed it upon the ground away from the dead Priests.
"Beloved, I have come." he said as he canceled his magic. Kneeling before and lowering his head on the screaming depiction that was the lid of her prison. He placed a hand on the depictions head, and another just above where her stomach would be. Closing his eyes, as he placed his forehead upon the head of her prison, he was pulled into another vision, one similar to the last vision he had before, when they had first met.
Harrys mindscape
Once more, he found himself in a vast desert, nothing but sand as far as the eye could see. This time, he was dressed in an open black, long sleeve, buttoned shirt, and a pair of black khakis. The sky was as bright as the last time he was here, hovering in a light blue back drop of a sky. The wind blew at a mild pace.
Closing his eyes and stretching out his senses, he searched for her. A light, girlish giggle behind him, drew his attention as he turned around and beheld her beauty once more, "My love, I've finally found you.", he spoke in the Ancient language of her people.
"So you have, My Chosen."
"There is much I have to show you." he said as he held her to him. "The time since you were imprisoned, has long since passed. Time has moved forward. The world of men have created mechanical things in what is known as 'Technology'. In a way, they have surpassed the Realm of which even I was born. We don't have much time. I must free you of your prison as soon as possible."
"You are afraid?!" she said.
"For you, not for me." he said. "Others will soon come upon our location. I suspect they may have known of you for some time and sought you out. I know not why, but we must go."
Looking into his eyes and seeing he spoke true as she felt his love for her and her alone, she nodded. As a parting gift before releasing him back into the real world, she sealed the pact between them with a kiss.
She was rewarded with a shock as he dared to pull her closer against his body and lifted her off her feet. Both deepened their longing for one another while her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand flowing through his black, ravens nest of hair. She moaned into his mouth as she enjoyed the power in which he held inside him. 'Yes!' she thought to herself. She had chosen well. He will be the perfect vessel for Set, and together, they would rule what they both have long been denied.
Before long, their need to be in one anothers arms had to come to a close, much to her annoyance. He had set her down slowly and released her.
"When next we meet, you will be whole, once more." he said.
"We must find the Dagger of Set." she responded back.
"As you wish, My Lady." grabbing one of her hands, he kissed the back of said hand and then held it with the other as he smiled down upon her with devotion rarely seen in the current modern day and age.
"Who are you?" a female voice snapped him out of the vision.
He cursed himself. Upon the entering the vision with his 'Beloved', he had deprived himself of the coverings upon his head and also forgot to place 'Muggle Repelling Wards' upon the cave entrance. So entranced as to make contact with 'Her' again, he allowed himself to slip up without meaning to.
Without looking away from the sarcophagus that he knelt before, he replied, "It's not who I am that you should worry about, but what I am about to do."
"Who are you?" she replied again in a sterner voice. It was then that he noticed she had an accent much like his own, and that it was a good chance she'd eventually come to figure out who he was much sooner than he liked.
But in this day and age, he enjoyed the chase. Made him feel alive, but now, that was all about to change. He had to get the sarcophagus containing his 'Love', and get the hell out of there.
"You're a bright girl, I'm sure you'll figure it out." placing his hands once more on the sarcophagus, he and it melted into the shadows until both were gone.
"What the hell was that? Who was that guy?" Chris Vail demanded as he shined the light upon the place where both the sarcophagus and the man whom knelt before it, once occupied.
The woman, Jennifer Halsey walked up to and stared dumbly upon the spot where both person and object were situated just moments ago.
"Jen." another voice spoke. "JENNY!" the higher sounding voice of Nick Morton nearly shouted as he grabbed her and turned her to him, "What's going on? Who was he?"
"I-I think...,' she verbally stumbled, "I have to contact someone."
Half an hour later, while in the air, forced to leave due to a new batch of Insurgents wanting revenge on their fallen comrades, she put in a call to her 'Friend'.
At the same time
Beneath the streets of London, England, an aged Doctor was holding the receiver of an old phone against his ear. His Associate, Jennifer Halsey was giving him an International Call and reporting on what she had witnessed.
"Uh-Huh, I see. That is curious, and unfortunate. Do you have a description of the individual you discovered in the cave?"
A minute later, his expression became grim as he paled. The door to his private office opened when the visage of Dr. Hermione Granger entered with a stack of files and several books in both hands the said office.
Looking at the person who had arrived, he 'sighed' in resignation as he guessed in which person he was now dealing with, "Return to base, Dr. Halsey. You can give a full debriefing upon your return."
Placing the phone back upon the hook upon which it originally sat, the good Dr. Henry Jekyll removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.
"Dr. Granger, we may have a problem."
"Is Jenny alright, Dr.?"
"She is fine, Hermione. Shaken a bit by what she had just come across, but she is physically well." he answered. "The problem is that it may be prudent for you to get in contact with your Ministry. We may need their help."
"What?" she said. "What's going on Dr. Jekyll? Why would I have to contact them?"
"Because it may seem, that your old friend, Mr. Potter has just slipped up, and intends to possibly unleash a very great 'Evil' upon the world."
Silence permeated the room for a few tense moments before Hermione Granger spoke up again, "No. Not Harry. He could never do that."
"Do you know any other Wizard with hair as black as night in a ravens mess, emerald green eyes, a faded lightning bolt scar upon his forehead, and a British accent?"
Hermiones eyes widened as her mouth opened and closed, and yet unable to come up with an appropriate and or suitable response. Harry had evaded any and everyone from the Wizarding World for just over Ten Years, so 'Poly-Juice Potion' was out. No one knew what he looked like in this day and age, and could only guess at how he looked in the current time.
Seeing that she could not dispute the facts, Henry Jekyll watched the young woman then slowly walked up to his desk and placed the stack of files and books upon his desk. She then turned and began to walk towards the Office doors.
"Dr. Granger, I know it is hard to believe the possible fact that Harry has fallen to an Ancient Evil, but we cannot dispute the evidence that he may have placed his lot with a coming Darkness."
"If so," she said as she stopped by the now open doorway, "It is the fault of myself and those I once called my friends. I will do what I can, but I will not allow anyone to kill him nor experiment on him. Not even you, Dr."
"Even so, do you believe he can be saved?"
"The Wizarding World made him into a monster, and I helped when I betrayed him. I hold some responsibilities for what happened to him. I will do what I must to make it right."
"Even if it means having to make the difficult choice and ending him?"
"Yes sir, even if it means I have to stop him, myself. We did this. I can only hope it's not too late to fix this situation before whatever plans he has, come to fruition." with that, she proceeded out of the doors, and towards her office, where she had a ready made connected 'Floo' waiting to be used.
Upon arriving into her Office, she snapped out her 10 ¾ wand of Vine Wood with a Dragon Heartstring at its core. With a flick of her wrist, she shot a tongue of flame, igniting her 'Floo'. Summoning a jar of powder to her hand, she tossed some into the flames as she spoke, "Ministry of Magic, Ministers Office."
Meanwhile
At an undisclosed location, the personage of Harry Potter had just walked out of the shadows with an ancient sarcophagus floating right beside him. He directed it to the middle of the room, which was empty. With a sigh of relief that he was able to finish what he sought out to do for so long, he then looked for a seam around the lid of the sarcophagus. Seeing the seam sealed shut, he thought to himself, "That won't do." with a palm flat down, he jerked the hand to the left.
At his will, his magic ripped the lid off of the sarcophagus. The sight that he had come upon left him extremely upset as he gazed upon his 'Beloved's' shriveled corpse-like body, blackened and wrapped in stained bandages. Having taken a Healers course under an alias several years ago, he snapped his wand out and began to examine what it was that she required in order to be fully rejuvenated into the woman she once was.
His findings revealed that she was alive, but barely, thanks to whatever 'power' she had practically devoted herself to centuries ago. He then learned that she required the life energy of living matter in order to regenerate appropriately.
It was then, he knew what he had to do. But he refused to allow himself to fall to the point where he would have to sacrifice innocent life to restore her to her prime. No, he knew, that in order to make her whole, he'd have to search out those already condemned to Death by justifiable means, or those deserving of Death for their heinous crimes upon humanity. His only hope, was that she would not fall victim to the darkness within the hearts of todays monsters, no matter her own crimes as she had been punished enough as far as he was concerned.
An eery sound of gasping breath drew his attention back downward as he gazed upon her awakening body. Without hesitation, he backed up into the shadows, an idea of where to find the already condemned that no one would miss, already in his mind, Azkaban!
Been working on this for almost three weeks now since you all wanted this to be updated. Yes, Harry will be dark, but not so where he would take and destroy the lives of the innocent. Even I do not think Set, in human form, would be that callous. The Gods of Egypt had their good parts just much as they had their flaws. As for crossovers, that's debatable as I am hoping to see more of Universals Dark Worlds films that is to come, one of which is the Bride of Frankenstein if I am not mistaken.
So yeah, leave your comments in the box, and I will get back to you. Remember to keep them clean. Until next time.