Chapter 2
Waiting for the next morning to send off his letter was torture, but sending it with an elf again would draw attention. Talking to Hermionie about a different way to get letters to little Ro was added to the mental to do list. Finally morning came and He could sneak away to the owlery to safely send off his letter.
“Hullo Hedwig. Think you could find an owl you trust to get to egypt. I can’t send you or a certain nosey thief will notice."His smart girl watches him for a moment before fluttering off and returning with a familiar pitch black owl. Malyfoys owl.
“Hey little fella do you think your human would let you run a letter for me? I need an owl who can make it to Egypt and go unnoticed.” The bird fluffs up its feathers as if excited for the flight. Harry hears the cool voice of the birds owner himself behind him
“Why would you need my owl? Yours sick? Potta” Harry takes a deep breath and explains he’s been tipped off about a certain dumb weasel stealing from him and he needs to get a letter to his source to know who is safe to clue in on the whole situation. But the dumb one would notice his owl gone.
“Send Hermes, he’s damn sneaky. Have plenty of sausage for when he returns, it’s his favorite. A word of advice if this is as serious as you seem to think it is: get to gringotts, take an Inheritance test and get your heir rings. We’ll finish this conversation when your source tells you who is safe to loop in. It’s going to be a long conversation and if you want to remain unnoticed we don’t have that kind of time. Hermes take the letter, stay hidden. I’ll use a school owl and tell mother you were out hunting.” with that the conversation was over and the letter was sent. It was a relief that explanations would wait until he was given the all clear even if he was clearly very curious. Step one of the plan was done now on to step 2, a step I hadn't even told the twins. Over the years I've kept track of all the money I brought with me. And when I got my trunk it came with anti theft charms. Over the course of the year Ron has slowly been stealing from me. He's taken a total of 150 gallons from me which is over 3000$ so I drafted a letter to the DMLE. I read they are the magic cops when I was in Diagon alley. With that out of the way I head to classes knowing full well it’s going to be a long day. By tonight there will most likely be an Auror here to ‘speak’ with Ron. I feel bad for putting the twins in an awkward position but I need to make sure he’s under close watch to better protect Ro. With only a school year to ensure the castle is safe for her there is no time for playing nice. The second that Little girl reached out she became one of Harry's people, and if nothing else Harry protects his own. Entering the Great Hall Harry is unsurprised to find his best friend buried under a teetering pile of books. HE is however surprised to find the twins bracketing her on either side and the Quidditch team surrounding them leaving a single spot for Harry. Ron had been to the very end of the table by the obviously protective formation. The second his bum makes contact with a bench a privacy spell goes up and the team as one turn to Harry. Led by Oliver who clearly has been chosen to speak for the team
“the twins fillit us i on the fact you’ve got evidence o the troll stealin from ye an possible plots tae harm or control ye. It’s a weekend sae wi the twins' help we will be sneakin oot tae get ye tae gringotts. Hopefully yer source gives the aw clear tae get us aw fillit i on whit ye know, for now we will be takin rotations on who’s wi ye an the Hermione. Neither o ye are tae be alone until awthing is sortit. She’s basically yer sister sae ye micht be able tae pull some protective jewelry from yer family vault for her.” From there breakfast passes in peace with a lot of laughter and jokes made. Hermionie occasionally popping out from her mountain of books to put in her two cents or crack a joke of her own showing she was in fact listening while figuring out what little Ro would need to both feel safe and learn control of her gift. Once everyone had eaten their fill the privacy shield was dissolved and they began filtering out one by one so as not to look suspicious. They all reconvene next to the statue of the one eyed witch and take the passageway to the village and call something called the knight bus and rush to get to the bank as quickly as possible not wanting anyone to notice the team's absence for the day. A few hours and three very upset players later everyone had protective jewelry. The twins find out they are the heirs of house Prewett, and that Ron, Genny and Percy aren’t their fathers children. Harry discovered a slew of blocks on his magic It took about five hours but eventually the party of eight left the bank armed with protective jewelryGetting back the group broke up and went about their days as if nothing happened. By the time Dinner rolls around the twins have circulated a rumor that Oliver had the team in a secret very intense strategy session all day. It's honestly a little disconcerting how quickly people believe it. As if on cue as soon as food appears on the tables for dinner the doors to the great hall are thrown open and 3 people in red robes walk in wands drawn and the leader with a roll of parchment.
“Ronalds weasley you are hereby placed under arrest for the theft of 150 galleons” The leader hands the parchment to Dumbledoor and the other two cuffs Ronald. Harry knows with the headmaster's influence he’ll be back by tomorrow but now the other kids will keep close watch over him for no other reason than to make sure he doesn't steal from them. As the night winds down Harry snuggles into his bed knowing that faze one is complete one battle has been won but far from the war. That's just starting.
Ro’s Pov Egypt
Waking up snuggled into my new dads arms was a really nice surprise for once I felt safe. I've never felt so safe in my life. I have a warm bed no one thinks I’m weird and my love for ancient history and languages is thought to be just about the coolest thing EVER by the goblins. I like the goblins. They are tiny and fierce and will fight a wait. I cant use that replacement curse because witches are just female wix.. They will fight a hussy. It’s great and I want to have that level of I don't care energy when I grow up. Grumbling beside me alerts me that my new Dad ‘i have a DAD now’ is waking up.
“Morning dad. Can I read the wall now? It’s morning, and I was supposed to do it yesterday right?” A chuckle escapes him as he sits up bringing me with him
“How about breakfast first kiddo? Then you can read the big scary wall, But you can’t touch it and you need to have a goblin and at least one curse breaker with you if I can’t be okay? From what your letter said that wall is a nasty bit of old dark Magik probably originated from the olde religion. It started to fade from practice when King Uther ruled over camelot so that dates it around 1500 to 3000 years old if I’m right.” I perk up at the mention of the olde Religion. I’ve found mentions of it in fantasy books thriving on sacrificial magic it’s not something to dabble in lightly, however from what little I understand based on what has trickled into the normie world and really old records I’d managed to sneak into the archived to read it is probably a cornerstone in modern magic even if no one notices. Studying the way it melds with magic in the historical sense sounds like a fascinating project. I LOVE history projects like that. Even if I’m the one who gives them to myself and no one ever wants to read the finished results. Dad sees me perk up and outright laughs this time throwing me over his shoulder with gentle hands
“Come on little archivist food first then you can discover long thought lost secrets to magic and history yea? Can’t turn the world as we know it upside down on an empty stomach. I’m sure the goblins will happily supply any books you want, I think they like you. “ His smile tells me he’s proud I’ve managed to get into the goblins' good graces. Arriving in the tent that had become the mess hall the two of us were met with jovial greetings and the equivalent from the goblins I get the feeling that as a race they don’t express emotions the same way us humans do. Dad places me in a ridiculously big plush chair and pulls the big bowl of yogurt over to me and points to fruit and granola asking if I wanted any. My eyes light up when I spot a big bowls of berries. And I ask for 2 scoops of those, a bit of the honey I see and just a tiny amount of granola. I like the crunch but not too much or I can't taste the berries. He smiles as he piles my bowl high, noting that I scrunch my nose anytime the porridge gets anywhere near me. I can’t stand the stuff it’s pretty much just mush the texture is basically wet paper i just can’t nope. The same goblin from last night comes over and gives dad a bunch of foul smelling vials and I edge away. I don't know what's in those but I really don't want to find out. After talking with the goblin for a few minutes dad holds one Vial out to me
“You need to take this, it's a nutrition potion. You're really underweight. You can have some extra berries and pack some to read the big wall as a snack. I can see your nose wrinkling. I know it smells foul, and it probably tastes worse than it smells but the best medicine is always nasty. Take it please for me?” I puff out my cheeks and stare at dad for all of 10 seconds before relenting and grabbing the vial. I plug my nose and shoot it back in one go no way and I let that stuff actually linger in my mouth. It tastes vial.and I want to spit it back out but i force myself to swallow, there's not much I wouldn't do for dad. Drinking that sludge was worth it when I saw dad proudly beaming at me. A large black owl glides into the tent and lands in front of me and I'm instantly entranced. Owls are my third favorite animal, with foxes and hedgehogs taking the first two places.I carefully hold out my hand hoping the majestic creature will allow me to pet it. It juts its head forward to allow me to pet it. I don't notice dad taking the letter attached to its leg to busy cooing over the pretty bird. My attention is only drawn away when Dad nudges me and holds up a letter from Harry. I squeal and read it for the second time in my life. I am pulled into a waking vision. I see a grumpy bat an overly cheerful tree nymph a white blond peacock, a red panda in a yellow scarf, a dark panther with purple eyes, a snow queen, a team of flyers and a very timid lion with a heart of gold and a resolve made of steel. I see everyone in what looks like a war room with a round table? There are a few adults in the room, a grumpy bat with a heart done in shades of gray and gold, a small man who seemed bubbly but screamed warrior, a woman who seemed to be constantly shifting in appearance, a haggard brown wolf and most importantly a sickly black dog. Things kept flashing and I knew the dog was in prison for a crime he Didn't commit. If I want Harry to be safe first I have to save the dog star.
“Dad there's a man in Prison, he could be the key to saving Harry but he was thrown in prison without a trial. He turns into a black dog and He is the dog star, whatever that means. I need him saved by the end of the school year and medically cleared.” Dad and the goblins nearby snapped into action, with dad signing a bit of parchment giving the goblins royal authority to do what needs done and warriors suiting up, looking horrifyingly gleeful at being given a task. I vaguely worry about the chaos I’ve just set loose on the wizarding government but shrug it off. They are the ones who shoved a man in prison with no trial, I’d say this is just justice. Meal eaten I pen a quick letter to Harry, so I can go play with the hieroglyphs
Dear Harry
I see a lot of people safe to clue in but some of them You haven't met yet. A silver peacock, a red panda with a yellow and black scarf, a snow queen a black panther with purple eyes a team of flyers, a timid lion with a heart of gold but a spine of steel, a black bat with a heart in shades of gray, a woman whose appearance seems to constantly shift and a haggard brown wolf, most importantly a black dog with silver eyes. I’m having dad work on that one (Bill said I’m his daughter now he adopted me isn't that great I have a family) The shifting lady and wolf will follow the dog. I Didn't see much else, at least not anything I think I can talk about. The rest felt like if I speak of it it will not happen as it should. Today I get to start work on translating the hieroglyphs. I'm super excited about it. I think I’ll enjoy learning about runes and enchanting. I've heard snippets about them walking to breakfast this morning and they sound right up my ally. Apparently I’ll be attending lessons while I’m here and I’ll be joining you at school sooner than I thought next school year I’ll be joining you. I’m actually really excited about it. I’ve never really had friends before and now I have 3. Are you enjoying classes? I think I saw flashes of you flying in my dreams is that something you enjoy sounds fun. I’ll see if dad has any ideas for potions, That seems like something you should have at least a grasp on. Good luck today also whatever you do hold on tight. Not sure I just got the feeling you need that today.
Ro
I seal the letter off and pass it back to the pretty black owl. Have a good flight pretty bird. May your prey quiver before you and the gods of wind grant you speed and stealth. Waiting until the bird was out of sight I turned to dad. “I ate, wall please? I’d love to start translating before some Special sand searcher wakes the long dead, incredibly vicious pharaoh” The goblins who heard me grumble at the insult having never thought of it themselves while dad tosses me over his shoulder laughing as he totes me toward the pyramids. I was going to complain about being handled like a sack of potatoes, instead I’m left in awe as the pyramids come into view, I can feel the energy around them, that I now know is magic they feel ancient and tired, like they have weathered every storm, and still have no voice but to stand guard against people who could never understand never love those inside the way they do. I instinctively reach out the way I always have, pushing my feelings of love, adoration, awe and respect at the structures, and to my surprise they reach back. I let out a squeak and dad stops dead in his track
“Ro baby, are you okay?” He brings me to the ground and kneels in front of me meeting my eyes. I reach out my hand to show him what I’m feeling and I see his knees begging to shake at the pure power standing before us. Centuries of lost knowledge that has been guarded power that has accumulated into one great ward, that is sentient. I’m not sure if it can speak but I am sure it understands. The sand shifts and a new tunnel appears along with a gentle push to enter, I look at dad and start to walk, This is a once in a lifetime chance to explore what the ancients deemed worthy of being truly fully hidden. With dad at my side with his wand at the ready we ventured carefully into the new tunnel, it was like every trap we came across giant pit fall nope there's a sand bridge now oh look poison arrows I think not a sand wave swats them away, like the pyramid was protecting me. Much like a protective uncle or sibling really was adorable how eager it was for us to see whatever it was trying to show us. Finally we reach the end, it looks like an entrance the doors were the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen the mix of dialects shown, runes faintly glowing, I can’t help but be drawn in before dad can stop me I’m opening the doors to see what has to have been a temple, and there sitting on an alter was an almost transparent glowing man he had to be at least 25 with strong bone structure and sharp black eyes, in that moment I knew that this man was the consciousness behind the wards. How long had he been all alone? Dad seems to be blocked at the entrance but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’m not in danger. For better or for worse this being wanted to protect me. A rumbling voice echoed in my ears
“Young one, it has been many many centuries since one last felt my presence, and they didn't greet me the way you did, they simply ran away. What do you seek from these halls? Riches? Power ask and you shall receive.” I could hear how lonely he was and my heart wept for him before my dreams. Before Harry the twins no one really acknowledged me either unless to hurt me or because they were afraid.
“I-I don’t want either, I recently reached out to another boy like me, one who’s always been alone. He led me to my dad. He's the one outside. If I had not interfered, he and an entire team of people trying to preserve the history of your people would be dead. I saw it, dad and uncles Fred and George say those are called visions. Next thing I know I’ve been adopted and have a whole family who love me. The way you loved the people you now watch over in their death. One of them worked magic into the outside wall of his tomb. It would have killed everyone nearby and resurrected him, I think it was Khufu, historical records show he was a violent tyrant, I only caught a glimpse but I couldn't let that happen.” His eyes get bigger for a moment before he waves his hand and lets dad into the room who rushes to my side to check me over before placing himself between me and the man who I am now suspecting is another pharaoh, judging by how he's dressed.
“Peace I will not harm the child, and I will eradicate all traces of black magic from these halls in ALL the pyramids. These were supposed to be holey resting places to think they were defiled. Your child is of magic, and the kindest soul I have ever encountered in the room beyond this one is hers, it’s my final resting place. I used my very soul as the sacrifice to power the wards to protect this place. If you can get those in charge here I am willing to negotiate an easier time discovering the history that has been lost. Only if she comes to visit every now and then and gets most of the treasure. At least the jewelry. I believe Nefertari would be pleased to know one who will grow to rival the sun in her beauty wears her jewels” A glowing animal shot from dads wand to send off the message and around 4 hours later I’m curled up on what's got to have been a throne half asleep as the goblins negotiate. I feel the brush of the man's fingers combing through my hair and I drift off knowing that everything would be resolved and I now have someone to talk to about what really happened in history. I fall asleep with a smile.