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Harry Potter and Arabian Nights by Panacea

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

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

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

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

Summary:


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 14: Chapter Fourteen

“He is vile,” Hermione said her face twisted in disgust, “I can’t believe he would speak to the Princess that way.”

 

The three were in their secret room of requirement, Harry perched on the edge of a table, his expression unreadable. Hermione sat in shock beside him at what the boys had just relayed to her and Draco had his head in his hands.

Draco shot up and in anger punched the dresser beside his bed, a loud crack issued from the dresser and he hit it again, and again.

 

“Draco,” Hermione soothed, “that won’t help.”

 

Harry led Draco away from the dresser, it was shattered into pieces, however upon Draco turning his back on it. The dresser sprung back to it’s normal form as though it hadn’t been touched.

 

“We also know he is using Ginny for something,” Harry added hastily trying to change the subject, “she’s probably the one that planted the idea in his head that we were here.”

 

“Nobody thinks Draco is here, we still have that up our sleeve,” Hermione looked cautiously at their new friend still brimming with rage.

 

“We have four hours of Polyjuice potion left,” Harry commented, “that should be enough for the party.”

 

“Correction we have enough for another eight hours each,” Hermione grinned mischievously, “I thought I’d try my luck at wishing for some polyjuice and the room provided!”

 

“You need a piece—“

 

“This is Reed,” Hermione pulled back the hangings on her bed where one of the Princess’ maids lay asleep peacefully, “she is in a dreamless sleep for eight hours and I got a spare uniform too.”

 

Harry shook his head and even Draco managed a small smile.

 

 

Transformed into their disguises of guards and maid’s, the trio exited their room of requirement to see Princess Samira dressed and ready for the party. Her hair was a silken veil, shining warm red’s and browns. Her dress was the palest mint with a strapless bodice and feathered skirts, they gleamed mint, gold and white.

 

If only her expression matched her outfit, Harry had never seen a more downtrodden and hopeless human in all his life.

 

“Your highness,” Hermione breathed, “you look absolutely magnificent.”

 

“Thank you,” she whispered, barely audible.

 

“Princess,” Draco cleared his throat, “I’m…uhh…well…I just wanted to—“

 

“You must not apologise for your father’s actions Draco, we can not choose our family.”

 

“Draco let’s wait outside,” Hermione not so subtly led Draco/Jamil by the arm and closed the door behind them.

 

“You look beautiful,” Harry said.

 

“I don’t want to do this Harry,” Samira said tightly.

 

“We could run away?” Harry suggested meekly.

 

“Don’t think that hasn’t crossed my mind,” Samira grabbed his hands and squeezed, “anytime I smile tonight it’s because I’m thinking about running away with you and living in an apartment in London, or Paris or New York, anywhere but here. It would be a lot easier to hide if I wasn’t a Princess and you weren’t Harry Potter.”

 

“We will get you out of this,” Harry promised, “one way or another Lucius will lose, he will not become King.”

 

“Thank you,” Samira squeezed his hands once more, and seemed to regain her composure once more, “now let’s get this over with.”

 

 

 

The party was in full swing and the alcohol was free flowing, the guards Harry and Draco had been copying had even snuck a few drinks as the guests became more and more intoxicated. Among them was Ginny, dressed in a pretty fuchsia gown and shamelessly flirted with every expensive looking man that glanced her way. She was becoming increasingly more drunk and loutish as the night wore on.

 

“The Princess is managing this extremely well,” Draco murmured.

 

“This is what the royals are trained for,” Harry muttered back.

 

Samira looked so radiant and her smile seemed so genuine, even as Lucius held her or kissed her, she giggled and played the part of a blushing bride to be. Ginny was throwing dark looks their way with every smile and kiss Lucius gave the Princess.

 

“There’s Hermione,” Draco nodded across the room where Hermione was busy refilling drinks, “a galleon says she’s eavesdropping on every conversation.”

 

“Easy,” Harry smirked at his brilliant friend.

 

“I’ve met you before.”

 

To their horror Ginny approached Draco, her eyes wandering down his new muscular body and blue eyes. She swayed slightly and took another gulp from her champagne glass.

 

“I apologise, you must have me confused,” Draco replied, taking a small step back.

 

“No, I’d remember those eyes anywhere,” she slurred, leaning closer.

 

“You should get back to the party Miss,” Draco said politely.

 

She let out a bark of laughter, “this poor excuse for a party,” she rolled her eyes, “the Princess’ fiancée isn’t even in love with her,” she leant in whispering, “he’s in love with me. He likes them younger,” she winked.

 

“I like them English,” Draco said lowering his voice.

 

Ginny’s eyes widened in excitement, “you are such a flirt,” she giggled.

 

“I like them even more when they’re not single,” Draco said quietly again.

 

Harry stared at Draco in disbelief.

 

Draco leaned in closer to Ginny, her body positively quivering with excitement, “tell me more about your boyfriend.”

 

“That Captain Vlad? We’ve been together for a year, he said he wants to marry me and make me his Queen but he has to get rid of her first,” she pointed towards the Princess, “you know what would drive him crazy,” she placed a hand on his chest, “if we disappeared for a while. You must know all the Palace secret rooms?”

 

“He’s my Captain,” Draco replied, “he could fire me.”

 

“He could do worse than fire you, trust me, your boss, is a dark, dark wizard,” she leaned so close to Draco she was nearly kissing his ear.

 

“What’s the meaning of this?” Lucius interrupted.

 

“Oh UNCLE Vlad, I was just getting to know these lovely men,” she draped an arm across Draco who was backing away.

 

“You’re drunk! That’s enough for you,” he ripped the glass out of her hand, “I have a speech to make then you need to sleep it off.”

 

Ginny stomped away, looking for more champagne.

 

“My niece,” Vlad shrugged, “not used to this fine champagne I suppose. She’s completely drunk I wouldn’t take much notice of anything she said.”

 

“Of course not Sir,” Draco agreed.

 

“Your niece only wanted to talk about Jamil,” Harry answered.

 

“Ah yes well… I’d find it highly inappropriate for you to…cavort with my niece.”

 

“It won’t happen Sir,” Draco said.

 

“Excellent,” he gazed around looking for Ginny, “my speech then,” he nodded at his guards and made his way to the centre of the room just as Hermione appeared beside them.

 

“What did he want?” She asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

 

“Just making sure drunk Ginny didn’t let anything slip,” Draco drawled, “which she did.”

 

“Brilliant, I’ve found out a lot more about the Kingdom, I was listening in on—“

 

Hermione was interrupted by the pinging of crystal as Lucius prepared to make his toast, the crowd fell silent as Princess Samira and the Captain Vlad glided into the centre of the room.

 

“Ladies, Gentlemen, distinguished guests, your majesty and your highness,” he held Samira’s hand who remained smiling, “I thank you for being here tonight to celebrate Princess Samira and my engagement.”

 

Suddenly the lights in the room flashed, the doors swung open resulting in a loud cracking sound on the marble walls. Heads turned, people gasped and one lady shrieked.

 

“Get your hands off my sister.”

 

A voice rang out through the crowd, as if set by magnets the crowd parted to reveal a very handsome, sandy haired man. His green eyes furrowed with rage and his wand pointed straight at Vlad.

 

Harry looked to Samira, her mouth hung open, her eyes widened, all composure forgotten as she ran up to the stranger and threw her arms around him, he in turn wrapped his arms around the Princess. His eyes no longer angry but full of emotion as he gripped her tightly.

 

Hermione gasped, “it’s Prince Jarrett, the rightful heir has returned.”



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