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Harry Potter and Arabian Nights by Panacea

Format: Short story
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 32,084

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers

Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, Romance
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, OC

First Published: 02/05/2018
Last Chapter: 07/16/2019
Last Updated: 07/16/2019


Draco, Harry and Hermione are sent on an undercover project to the beautiful and dangerous Arabian country Marwah. A Kingdom ruled by darkness, mystery and secrets. The answers they seek lay within the Palace walls but they will need the help of a Princess, the courage of Gryffindor and the ingenuity of a Slytherin to bring justice to Voldemort's victims once and for all.
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Chapter 2: Chapter Two

A peal of laughter came from the Princess’ quarters, the handmaidens Reed and Lea giggled trying to smother the sound with their hands.

“Princess, you will get yourself into trouble,” Reed warned still giggling.

“That was suitor number twelve?” Lea shook her head still smiling.

“Each suitor seems to be more and more arrogant,” Princess Samira rolled her eyes.

“I think Prince Malek broke his back,” Reed stifled a giggle as she secured the Princess’ tiara in place.

“Well Prince Malek shouldn’t have tried to show off,” Princess Samira said smartly as she watched the jewels glitter on her throat.

“You’re all ready Princess,” Lea said adjusting the fabric of her red skirt.

“Thank you ladies,” Samira admired the red silk fabric that swirled around her ankles.

A sharp knock at the door made Reed and Lea drop their smiles, the girls stood to attention their hands neatly folded in front of them.

“You may enter,” the Princess announced.

“Princess Samira,” the King’s butler Dimitri bowed deeply, “your father wishes to meet you in the throne room.”

“Thank you Dimitri.”

He bowed once more and purposefully strode back to his boss. Princess Samira gave her friends a raised eyebrow, they knew that her father, the King had heard about latest issue with her suitor.

Princess Samira entered the throne room, her father and step mother perched on their elegant gold thrones with equal looks of distain. Her father’s crown sat upon his salt and pepper hair, his hazel eyes glared at his daughter. Her step mother’s gaze was no better, cool grey eyes framed by dark brown hair, she had never seen her step mother look warm and kind. Not like her mother, she had inherited her mother’s sage green eyes and mahogany hair, she missed her mother’s eyes, her mother’s love and adoration everyday.

Beside her father was the Captain of the Guard, Vlad, her father’s most trusted employee of nearly ten years. Vlad had piercing grey blue eyes and long brown hair tied back at the nape of his neck, he always managed to give Samira a chill deep inside of her.

Samira breathed in awaiting the lecture from her father.

“Samira,” he bellowed.

“Father,” she nodded.

“Why has Prince Malek stormed out of the Palace with a limp?”

“Prince Malek was attempting to show me his push up’s but unfortunately injured himself,” Samira fought down the urge not to smile.

“That is the twelfth suitor Samira! We are running out of options and time, I have delayed your engagement for almost five years.”

“If you’d let me travel, I’m sure I’d meet the right man,” Samira pleaded, the age old argument began again.

“Don’t start this again, you know the law.”

“A law YOU made to keep me under your thumb.”

“You’re the only heir for this Kingdom now, this is part of being a Princess,” the King’s fingers flexed.

“I never asked to be a Princess,” Samira said darkly.

“You ungrateful—“

“Darling,” Alexia soothed, placing her hand on top of her husbands, “there’s no need to get upset.”

“Yes, quite,” King Izaiah cleared his throat, “we have found a solution, there’s a scroll from our fifth generation Marwahian descendants. After a particularly terrible plague wiped out many available suitors, sons and daughters of the King were married to heads of the community and notable delegates to the Kingdom. And we have decided that Captain Vlad would be an appropriate suitor for you and he has kindly agreed wed you if a suitor cannot be found.”

The floor seem to shrink, Samira felt her stomach plummet and her insides turn to ice. Before she could respond Vlad had approached her, bowing deeply he took her hand and kissed it gently.

“It would be an honour Princess.”

“Father, you can’t be…”

“Your father has agonised over this decision,” Alexia attempted a brief smile to her step daughter.

“But he’s closer to your age then mine!” Samira protested, stepping away from Vlad.

“Princess I could help you lead this country, your father trusts me,” Vlad reached for her hand again, “I know it’s a lot to digest, give yourself time.”

“What other options do you think I have Samira?” Her father asked her plainly, “now come let us get ready for dinner.”

“I’m not hungry…actually, I have this dreadful headache,” Samira touched her hand to her forehead giving her a polite way to release Vlad’s hand.

“I’ll have the chef send you up some supper,” her father nodded, excusing her.

Samira left as quickly as possible without breaking into a run. She heard her parents talking and Vlad’s voice but they were drowned out by the blood rushing in her ears. It was time to leave, she had an escape plan at the ready.
The Palace staff would be busy tending to dinner, turning down the rooms ready for bed. Samira dismissed her handmaidens for the night feigning her awful headache. Once she was alone, Samira snuck down to the staff room, snatching a pair of olive green robes from an unassuming servant’s bag, she swapped her jewelled gold sandals for shabby brown sandals.

After years of spying on the staff leaving through their own private exit out of the palace. Samira tapped her wand on the doorframe replicating the order of taps she had watched the staff perform.

The doorframe melted away leading out into the city and for the first time in a decade, Samira was outside the palace walls.