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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 17: Chapter Seventeen

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Samira’s voice shook.

 

Harry, Draco and Hermione stood sandwiched in the Princess’ extensive wardrobe, listening doggedly to the slight panic attack their Healer Basi appeared to be having.

 

“He was knocked out,” Basi panted, “so I tended to the other patients, it was chaos in there, people everywhere, blood, yelling. Only he mustn’t have been knocked out because next thing I knew his be was empty and no one had seen anything. I have his wand though,” Basi added weakly, clearly frustrated with himself.

 

“I’ll organise the guards to search the Palace,” Jarrett said.

 

“I already have, he’s long gone, I thought if he was injured he might be slow moving,” Basi replied.

 

“Unless he was pretending to be knocked out so he could escape,” Samira wondered.

 

“And now the Minister of Magic is here,” Basi blurted out, “talking to your father.”

 

“What?” Jarrett said, “the Minister…so…”

 

“I guess it’s alright if you come out now,” Samira called back.

 

“Who?” Basi sounded puzzled.

 

“Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy,” Samira introduced, “they have been hiding out here trying to learn more about why the Malfoy’s were here.”

 

A strange expression crossed Basi’s face and he licked his dry lips, his brain obviously whirring with questions.

 

“I just found out to Basi,” Jarret grinned, “my rebellious sister aye?”

 

“Yes, quite…well I suppose the Minister already knows you’re here?” Basi asked.

 

“I would say so,” Hermione answered, “we best go see him.”

 

“We’re going with you,” Samira ordered, “I want to know what we do next.”

 

 

Harry walked beside Samira still in her engagement dress, feathers were still floating on her skirts but there was a few spatters of blood congealing the feathers to her skirt. Her hair had come loose and hovered around her face. The rest of the group were in similar states of dilapidation, scatters of blood, smudges of dust covering their clothes and skin.

 

But there was no sight quite like seeing Kingsley in her meticulous robes and grooming, he exuded power and wisdom and all at once Harry felt calm. Beside him was Arthur Weasley, his beaming smile at daughter in law and adopted son.

 

“Ron!” Hermione embraced him, squeezing him tight.

 

“I had to come when I heard what happened,” Ron explained, giving Harry his own hug and even a nod to Draco.

 

“We both had too,” Arthur smiled an embraced Harry warmly.

 

“Your highness Samira,” Kingsley bowed, with Ron and Arthur following suit, “welcome home Prince Jarrett.”

 

“Thank you,” Jarrett inclined his head.

 

“We apologise for our paths crossing in this manner but as I was just explaining to your father, the situation was more dire than I initially predicted,” Kingsley’s eyes fell on to Harry, “had I known just how far the Malfoy Seniors had infiltrated… I would’ve handled this very differently.”

 

“Minister, we do not blame you,” Samira offered pleasantly, “we are all experienced witches and wizards, we should have seen the warning signs.”

 

“I should have seen the warning signs,” the King said thickly, he’d had his head bowed since Harry had arrived, “how could I be so stupid?”

 

“Father, you were grieving, you were weak, they took advantage of you,” Samira said kindly, although she made no move to stand closer to her Father.

 

“You said it all along,” he replied quietly, “you said it was too soon, that I should wait.”

 

“The Malfoy Senior’s have deceived many esteemed witches and wizards before, I would not be terribly hard on yourself your majesty,” Arthur sat beside the King and patted his hand kindly.

 

“I understand you have Ginny Weasley?” Kingsley asked.

 

“Yes, Minister, I detained her when I learnt Vlad…or Lucius had escaped,” Basi spoke more sturdily this time, proud he had captured one vagrant.

 

“Very well,” Kingsley said glancing at Arthur, “I’d like to interrogate her if possible.”

 

“I’ll have her brought down,” Basi bowed and exited the room quickly.

 

“Arthur, Ron, you can leave for this if you wish,” Kingsley offered.

 

“I need to hear it from her or I’ll never believe it for myself,” Arthur said shaking his head and Ron nodded aggressively in agreement.

 

“Harry Potter,” the King spotted him suddenly, “in my country, in such dark times. We should be throwing a parade for you, instead you were forced to sneak into the Palace to try and save the day once again.”

 

Hermione nudged Harry to speak, “uh…really your Majesty as the Arthur said, the Malfoy Senior’s have done this before, you’re not the first but hopefully the last.”

 

The King looked unconvinced and bowed his head once again.

 

“Here she is Minister,” Basi magically floated the sleeping body of Ginny beside him. She still wore her bright pink evening gown, her hair was a tangle of red and dust.

 

“Thank you, have you got the veritaserum?” Kingsley asked placing Ginny on a seat.

 

“No Sir, I haven’t been able to find my potions, a lot have gone missing,” Basi admitted.

 

“Basi why didn’t you say something?” Jarrett chided.

 

“I did, I reported it all to Vlad…”

 

There was an uneasy silence, the members of the room knowing how dangerous these potions were in his hands.

 

“Never mind, I always carry a vial with me,” he winked at Samira, “you never know.”

 

He waved his wand at the sleeping Ginny, “enervate.”

 

Her eyes snapped open and looked wildly about the assortment of people surrounding her and finally fell on Harry.

 

“Harry!” She gasped, “thank goodness, I’ve been trapped, under the imperius curse!”

 

“Ginerva,” Kingsley said coldly, “we know what you’ve been doing here and now the Malfoy Senior’s are gone and they’ve left you to fend for yourself.”

 

“Draco is still one of them! He helped them escape! Lucius told me everything! I swear it!” Ginny was panicked, her lips were dry and cracked.

 

“Harry, Hermione and Draco have been here for almost a month undercover and have seen you directly have contact with Lucius Malfoy, with no dark magic binding you to him,” Kingsley’s voice was dead calm.

 

“A month? You’ve been here a month?”

 

“Yes they have and as you don’t seem willing to cooperate of your own accord, your family have given me permission to administer veritaserum.”

 

“You traitors!” Ginny screamed.

 

“You are the only traitor in the room,” Ron said darkly, “Mum’s too embarrassed to show her face.”

 

Ginny thrashed wildly in her chair, her mouth shut tight, refusing to drink the clear and dangerous vial.

 

“Allow me,” Hermione said and casually flicked her wand so Ginny’s jaw swung open allowing Kingsley to drop the liquid down her throat.

 

The thrashing stopped almost immediately, her eyes became distant, she became void of all personality.

 

“Ginny, who are the people in this room?”

 

“Kingsley Shacklebolt, my father, my brother Ron, Harry, Hermione, Draco, Princess Samira, Prince Jarrett, King Izaiah and a servant.”

 

Kingsley nodded, “how did you come to Marwah?”

 

“I was trading dark artefacts and heard rumours of dark magic in Marwah, I knew their laws weren’t as stringent. I got here and Lucius found me.”

 

Hermione scratched at her parchment, recording every monosyllable Ginny spoke, her brow furrowed.

 

“And what did Lucius have you do?”

 

“He wanted me,” she grinned, “he wanted me to keep the factions in line, to enforce the punishments, also get rid of the Duke.”

 

“Why did he want you to get rid of the Duke?”

 

“Lucius had fooled the King into believing he could marry the Princess but the Duke and Princess were getting along better than expected. I was told to get rid of him so that the Duke would leave the Princess.”

 

“Why did he want to marry the Princess?”

 

“To become King of course.”

 

“Ginny why did you do what Lucius asked?”

 

“Lucius and I were in love, once he became King he was going to have the Princess killed and make me his Queen.”

 

Harry had the urge to move closer to Samira, the nonchalant comment send ice through Harry’s veins .

 

“And what about Narcissa?” Kingsley’s face remained as impassive as ever.

 

“Narcissa had infiltrated as Queen, she knew nothing of our plan.”

 

Everyone stared at one another.

 

“Where is Lucius Malfoy now?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Where would be a safe place for him?”

 

“Albania, there is a network of dark wizards in the forest where The Dark Lord hid for so long. People believe his magic still exists there.”

 

Kingsley nodded once more, the rest of the room was silent, “your majesty, could I impose on you for a little while longer?”

 

“Anything,” the King croaked, “anything at all.”

 

“Lucius returning would be just the morale booster these dark wizards need to properly cause terror again,” Kingsley looked sharply at Hermione and Harry, “I need you to gather up the members of the DA and Ron you the Order.”

 

“What about—“ Arthur began.

 

“I want you to stay with Molly right now Arthur,” Kingsley left no option of an answer.

 

“Kingsley, I can help,” Draco began his eyes pleading.

 

“You are to stay here with Ginny, and just in case Lucius returns for her. Interrogate her and find out all you can, then communicate it back to me,” he saw Draco ready to argue, “some members of the Order are not as forgiving as your friends here Draco.”

 

Draco swallowed whatever retort he had planned and nodded, his shoulders slumped.

 

“When do we leave?” Hermione asked.

 

“Now.”



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