Since everyone has been asking if Desert Warrior would be continued I thought I'd post this to keep people from hyperventilating further. I warn you, it is short.
This story is set back in the timeline of The Mummy Returns, so here's a basic rundown of the Harry Potter timeline in relation to this chapter.
1922: Harry Potter is born to Lily and James Potter.
1923: Harry is a year old and his parents are murdered by Voldemort.
1927: Harry is five and goes to Egypt with his distasteful relatives and becomes Kedar./
1933: Harry turns eleven and starts Hogwarts.
1936: Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts.
1937: Third Task takes place.
Disclaimer: Not even in my dreams do I own Harry Potter…believe me, I've tried, but the thought of lawsuits deters all such dreams. I also don't own anything recognizable from either the Mummy or the Mummy Returns.
Chapter 1: Aftermath
The Wizarding World was in an uproar. First, three of their Tri-wizard champions had gone missing while the fourth had shown up bearing signs of having been under the Imperious Curse. Then the three missing had returned—two as corpses and one looking as if he had just survived a war—only for Kedar Potter to return his two companions from the dead while surrounded by wicked-looking bodyguards with swords.
Some were arguing that dark magic had been used. Other, unwilling to believe their savior could stoop to such unsavory means, were in favor of chalking it up to Kedar being the boy-who-lived. The last group, a minority made up of the fanatical, was claiming that Kedar was Merlin come again and would raise their society back to the heights of power and prestige among the mundane—of course the Quibbler was denying any involvement in starting that rumor.
Meanwhile the Ministry of Magic had put a warrant out for Kedar's arrest, though they were citing that it was for 'questioning purposes' only. The Ministry officials present at Hogwarts that day had also tried to arrest the foreign men who had been witnessed protecting Kedar when he resurrected Fleur and Cedric only to find that they had melted away into the crowd and disappeared as if they had never been there. No one was able to quite recall where they had come from, popular consensus said that they had been nowhere to be seen before or during the tournament itself, and no one had seen where they had gone after Kedar had been portkeyed away. The African Ministry of Magic was remaining frustratingly aloof when asked about the possible whereabouts of Kedar Potter or any of his companions and any attempts at extradition had been met with stony silence or claims that Mr. Potter was nowhere to be found.
To top the entirety of this strange debacle off, it didn't help matters that the English Ministry of Magic was now not only dealing with two sets of very upset parents but rumors of the return of He-who-must-not-be-named as well. Already unsupported claims of seeing the Dark Mark floating in the sky were pouring in from around the country, witches and wizards were suddenly turning mistrustful of one another, and almost everyone was jumping at shadows. To the people the continued absence of their savior was like having a security blanket ripped away, exposing them to the boogeymen they had convinced themselves weren't really there. Needless to say, chaos was threatening.
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Kedar's world had narrowed to flesh, to spirit. Many times already he had come close to losing Fleur, but he was no stranger to Death and had fought back. It was important that she live if only to spite Voldemort, but also on a larger scale; war with the Veela in France would not be pleasant for England. Kedar felt a cup being pressed to his lips, water washing coolly down his throat. He knew it was Amisi, could sense her, but he couldn't see her. All he could see was the energy fluctuating around the body under his hands. Food followed the water and he chewed automatically, trusting Amisi and Ardeth to keep his body strong while he could not.
Soon Fleur would have healed enough to keep her own spirit attached to this earth. Soon he would be able to talk to Cedric who was always hovering nearby and waiting, the air thick with the questions he needed answered. Then there was Imhotep, a part of him now, waiting with the patience garnered over the centuries so that the two of them could start learning from each other. Soon. And beyond all that the threat of war, of destruction. Voldemort in his own way was much like Imhotep in his quest for power except for one thing. Imhotep had done what he had for love. Voldemort savored the destruction, the death. So soon, but the Medjai would be ready.
Posted On: August 13, 2009