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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 18: Chapter Eighteen

Seven Days Later

 

“To Princess Samira and Prince Jarrett,” an elderly woman raised her ceramic mug with a gap toothed grin as the rest of her family repeated her cheers.

 

The royal siblings had been busy this past week restoring and rebuilding the poorest parts of town and lifting the faction laws. Where there was once, dust, dirt and rotting garbage now there were cobblestone pathways, lush, sweet fragrant shrubs, community gardens of vegetables and herbs, fully restored wells of fresh drinking water. The city of Marwah had transformed to its former glory.

 

Their had been celebrations all week, joyous parties and ceremonies celebrating the transformation and the end of repression for the people of Marwah. Jarrett and Samira had been diligent and generous to the people that had suffered for so long.

 

A large family of eleven had invited the siblings in for tea, they graciously accepted the kind offer and enjoyed chatting with the family and getting a better insight into what else could be changed.

 

“The salesman must’ve known you’d be joining us,” the mother grinned, “it’s called Princess tea! Made with fresh jasmine, vanilla bean and mint.”

 

“It smells wonderful,” Samira smiled.

 

“Can we have it yet?” One of the children complained.

 

“We should let our guest drink first Alegra,” her older sister said.

 

The mother beamed proudly and nudged her husband, “we are so honoured, how does it taste?”

 

Smiling, Samira sipped the aromatic tea, it was flowery and sweet. Before she could answer everything went black.

 

 

 

Samira awoke to the sounds of the infirmary, her head ached painfully, pulsating in time with her heartbeat. She stretched her neck and it cracked so loud she thought she may have woken up other patients.

 

Sitting up her vision swam as though she was underwater, she blinked several times until her focus became clear again.

 

“Keep your voice down,” a voice maybe ten feet from her spoke.

 

“I’ll do it right next time!” A female voice hissed.

 

“You’re far too selfish to ever go through with that.”

 

“Draco?” Samira called.

 

His blonde head appeared in her cordoned off hospital space, “Princess you’re awake!”

 

“What happened?”

 

“No, no don’t try to get up, I’ll get Basi,” he gently held her arm and guided her back to a laying position.

 

“The family I was with are they ok?”

 

Draco smiled, “yes it was just you that passed out, a mixture of strong herbs and exhaustion Basi said.”

 

“How embarrassing,” she muttered.

 

“Poor little Princess isn’t used to a full days work,” teased a voice.

 

“Ginny shut up,” Draco said sharply.

 

Samira drew back her curtains with her wand, “what is she doing here?”

 

Ginny’s face morphed into a sneer.

 

“She tried to kill herself but only for some attention,” Draco said bitterly.

 

“Like the Princess didn’t faint just to get out of working with poor people,” Ginny scolded.

 

“Are you a fool?” Samira asked, “you cannot speak to royalty that way.”

 

“I’m sure Harry spoke to you much worse,” she raised her eyebrows, “he can be real dirty.”

 

“Ginny, you’ll shut your mouth,” Draco held up his wand.

 

“We can move you to your room if you’re feeling better,” Draco offered kindly.

 

Hearing Harry’s name had made her insides swoop rapidly, a feeling that had nothing to do with strong herbs or exhaustion. Samira thought back seven days ago when Harry and Hermione had left immediately without an appropriate goodbye. They were off to their next task, Princess Samira and Marwah were no longer required.

 

Draco however had been asked to stay behind to keep an eye on Ginny in the slightest hope she may reveal new information and lead to any of Lucius’ contacts in Marwah.

 

“There you are!” Jarrett boomed as he entered the infirmary, “how are you feeling?”

 

“Fine, thank you,” Samira forced a smile.

She hadn’t even noticed shy Basi enter behind her boisterous brother, “you’re on bed rest Princess.”

 

“But we have the new gardens to unveil tomorrow,” she argued.

 

“They can wait,” Jarrett said sternly, “you’ve been working yourself to the bone Sadie, you need rest and a good few solid meals.”

 

“The Prince is right,” Basi nodded, “you have put your body under too much stress.”

 

Samira fought back the urge to roll her eyes, they were treating her like she was wrapped up in cotton wool.

One second thoughts maybe she had been most of her life.

 

“Listen princess,” Draco chimed in, “you’ll be no good to your people if you’re sick, give yourself a day and if you feel no better I’ll tell them to lay off.”

 

“She’s just pining over Harry,” Ginny snarled from her bed, “didn’t even kiss you goodbye did he?”

 

Draco flicked his wand and Ginny slumped backwards into her bed, “only way to shut her up.”

 

 

Samira eventually conceded to having Jarrett pick her up and carry her to her room. She was shocked to find that her legs could only travel a few steps before buckling underneath her, her limbs felt heavy and full of concrete.

 

Basi fussed over her, arranging pillows on her bed, he looked troubled.

 

“Is everything alright?” Samira asked.

 

“Princess, I do not mean to pry, but what Miss Weasley said about Mr Potter…”

 

Samira waved it off, “don’t be foolish Basi, Harry Potter and I, could you imagine?”

 

“Have you imagined it?”

 

“Perhaps,” Samira answered with as much reserve as she could muster.

 

“I’m sorry to pry Princess, I just wonder if his absence has something to do with your illness.”

 

“I’m sure it’s just me being a little run down, I will be perfectly fine come tomorrow,” she assured him.

 

“You won’t take a day off?”

 

“Of course not.”

 

Basi smiled, “well then I will brew you up a special blend guarana and ginseng it’s an energising potion. I’ll be right back.”

 

She watched Basi leave with slightly more bounce in his demeanour than before. Samira had just lied to one of her oldest friends, Basi. He had been one of her only friends growing up in the Palace, always keeping a professional distance but always being there for support.

 

So why couldn’t she admit to him that her feelings for Harry ran deeper than she had ever expected?

 

“Princess,” Draco knocked, “Basi gave me some tea for you.”

 

“Thank you Draco, please come in,” she gestured for him to sit.

 

“You must be sick of tea,” he smiled gingerly.

 

“They can’t all be bad,” she hesitated cradling the warm drink in her hands, “have you heard from Harry at all?”

 

“No,” Draco answered, “but that’s not unusual, might not be able to make contact.”

 

Samira nodded, her eyes far away.

 

“He liked you Princess, the first time he saw you in the Marketplace, he was hooked. It’s just…circumstances,” he finished lamely.

 

Samira laughed, “circumstances being he is a worldwide celebrated hero and I’m a Princess?”

 

“Yeah that’d be the circumstances, it’s a shame though, I’ve never seen Harry so happy before.”

 

“Thank you Draco,” Samira smiled and sipped her tea and warm feeling spreading through her body as she stared at Draco.



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