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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 21: Chapter Twenty One

“Samira, don’t,” Harry reached for her but she had already turned away.


The light from the fireworks illuminated her gown, she was only a few feet away. Harry gave chase and Draco made to chase her too.


“I can’t leave the fireworks,” Hermione called out.


“Keep everyone outside safe,” Harry yelled over the booming fireworks.


Another flash of red light lit the hallways and Samira was gone.


“Where’d she go?” Draco shouted.


“She can’t have gone far,” Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulder in the darkness.


“He’s been disguised as Basi maybe she’s gone to his room?” Draco suggested.


“Good idea, it’s next to the hospital room isn’t it?”


A flash of purple light filled the hallways as Draco and Harry took off in the direction of Basi’s room.


The light was dimmer up here, they were further away from the constant fireworks, they both lit their wands. Disfigured shadows of artworks and armours filled the hallways, their shapes grotesque.


A woman in a long white dress darted into a nearby hallway.


“Did you see that?” Harry asked changing his direction.


Draco nodded and followed down the dimly lit hallway. The figure stopped, it’s hair looked the same as Samira’s.


“Samira!” Harry called.


The figure turned around, where a face should’ve been, a wrinkled face and a gaping hole for a mouth sucking air. Harry heard blood rush into his ears, he was thrown back into his nightmares of dementors.


With one quick spell, the white figure shrivelled up into a puddle of white lace.


“It’s not a dementor Harry,” Draco’s voice surprised him, he had forgotten where he was for a moment, “they’re decoys, to keep us away from my Father and Samira.”


“Right,” Harry breathed, trying to slow his heart rate down.


“We must be close if he has decoys,” Draco was searching back down the hallways before they had gotten distracted.


Another flash of white caught his eye, “I have an idea,” Draco said, he picked up the discarded white clothes and draped them over himself, “you never tell anyone I put a dress on Harry.”


Harry managed a smile, his pulse returning to normal, “you’re on.”



Harry even managed to immobilize the next white decoy and donned his own white dress. Both men pulled the veils over their faces and headed towards the hospital, the other decoys ignoring them.


“They all look like Samira,” Harry whispered.


“It’s just to creep us out,” Draco replied but sounded unsure.


“There she is,” the silky voice of Lucius Malfoy slid through the doorway.


They were only behind her by a second or two. The hospital was swarming with the white decoys, they moved slowly, the white skirts gliding along the floor. Harry and Draco slowed to match their pace.


Samira eyed the decoys with concern, “where is Basi?”


“You’re little friend? He put up quite the fight but he is still alive for now,” Lucius smoothed his silver hair back, his eyes never leaving Samira, “you see I needed to keep him alive for Polyjuice potion but now that you have figured out my disguise there isn’t much use for him—“


“Don’t hurt him, please, you have me,” Samira sounded confident, “now what do you want with me?”


Lucius’ face transformed into a grin that made Harry’s skin crawl, “what do I want with you? Princess I have been trying to decide that for many years. First I thought you were just a spoilt little brat but I’ve watched you grow up into a strong, passionate young woman and I fell in love with you Princess, I thought all I wanted was the throne but I now know all I want is you.”


Samira looked around again at the decoys, her eyes lingering on Harry, “what are these?”


“These are wedding dresses.” Lucius immobilised one nearby and caught it’s gown, “I’ve had hundreds of designs for your wedding dress flown in from across the globe, I want you to look perfect.”


“You slimy bastard!” It was Ginny, her wand in hand and a furious expression on her face, “you wanted me! You wanted me to be your Queen, you said you were in love with me!”


Samira disarmed Ginny in one quick flick of her wrist.


“Don’t take another step Miss Weasley,” Samira ordered.


“You’re going to pretend to be in love with him so he doesn’t hurt your friends now?” Ginny spat, the white decoys circling her.


“I’m not pretending,” Samira said clearly, her eyes flickered again to Harry, “I hardly know you Lucius and this is the first time I’ve seen you in the flesh.”


“Do you like what you see?” He smiled in what he probably thought was charming.


“I can’t deny, I like what I see, you are very attractive,” Samira smiled and Harry felt his stomach clench, “it’s a shame you hid your true appearance from me all this time.”


“Lucius she’s lying to you! She just wants to save her own skin!” Ginny shrieked.


“Miss Weasley could you give Lucius and I some privacy?” Samira asked.


“No!” Ginny charged at Samira but Lucius swatted her away like a fly, she fell unconscious on the floor.


“I must say I am surprised at your response Princess,” Lucius traced a hand up her arm.


“I feel like you know me,” she said earnestly, “you know the real me.”


“I thought you were after Harry?” His hands slipped on to her waist and pulled her close.


“Harry doesn’t know how to treat a woman, you have experience and incredible sex appeal,” Samira ran her hands up his arms on to his shoulders.


Draco tripped on his gown and went head first into white decoys and hospital instruments clattered to the floor.


Samira grabbed Lucius’ head and pressed her mouth to his, her hand trailed down his arm holding his wand. Harry had the sense to disarm Lucius and was ready to stun him when.


“Lucius!” Ginny shrieked, “watch out!”


With the reflexes of a snake Lucius had one arm binding Samira and the other arm holding a precarious dagger to her throat.


“I knew the great Harry Potter wouldn’t leave a damsel in distress,” his cold grey eyes penetrated Harry’s.

“Let her go Lucius or we’ll hurt Ginny,” Draco had a hold on Ginny his wand tip at her temple.


“Traitor!” Lucius roared, “you can do what you like with her, if you’ve truly gone to the weaker side you won’t harm her. Your kind don’t do that,” he hissed at his son.


“You prick,” Ginny spat, “I saved your life while you were busy with her they were about to attack you.”


“And I thank you for your service Ginny but that is all you are, a very useful service but a service nonetheless,” Lucius pulled his attention back to Samira, the tip of his dagger trailing across her neck leaving a thin red line.


“What do you want Lucius?” Harry asked firmly, “you have the power right now.”


Lucius’ mouth curled into a smirk, “for once you’re right Potter, now listen carefully. I need you to take all your silly protection charms down so I can leave with the Princess and no one is to follow us or she is dead.”


“I will let you go Lucius and I won’t follow you, I’ll even throw the Ministry on the wrong track but you can’t leave with Samira, people will search for her,” Harry spoke calmly, he tried not to look in Samira’s terrified eyes.


“Then she dies,” Lucius warned pressing the blade deeper into her skin, tiny droplets of blood trailed down her neck.


“Ok, Lucius, if it’s really that important to you, we will let you leave with the Princess but I will need her help, only royalty can transport out of the Palace,” Harry spoke as calmly as he could, his fingers twitching.


He saw Lucius’ eyes flash, he knew Harry was right, only Samira could transport out of the Palace, “one wrong move Princess and this blade pierces your jugular vein, you’ll be dead before you apparate.”


“I thought you were only into English women?” Draco asked nodding to Ginny, his voice casual.


“My foolish son, you do not understand the amount of magic royalty possess, I have an old friend who can siphon magic out of people and pour it into someone else. I could be the most powerful wizard, more powerful than the Dark Lord.”


“Then take me instead,” the King stood magnificently in the doorway, “you shed some of my daughter’s royal blood I was immediately notified. If you want the most powerful royal, take me,” the King threw his wand to the ground and held his arms up to surrender.


“No offence but the Princess is more my type,” Lucius smirked but the wheels in his head were turning, “there are other things your daughter can do that you can’t.”

“Lust over power? Mr Malfoy I am surprised at you, you’re not at all how they perceived you to be.”


Lucius’ mouth twitched.


“A King over a Princess?” The King let the question hang in the air and watched Lucius’ mind swirl with the idea.


“I need both of you,” Lucius panted.


The King laugh good naturedly, “you don’t need my daughter if you have me. I have more powers than my children combine.”


“Prove it,” Lucius spat.


“You won’t hurt my daughter if I do magic?”


“Just do it,” Lucius growled.


“Very well, a simple jinx to a normal wizard but with my powers,” the King tapped his wand the hospital bed blasted into pieces, sending ash and sparks of colour through the room.

Lucius’ grip loosened in excitement, Samira grabbed his knife wielding arm and twirled out of his grip plunging his own knife into his chest.


Lucius doubled over, blood bubbled from his mouth, he fell to the floor, wheezing rapidly.


Samira waved her wand sending a stream of gold light to Lucius’ chest, it froze him and his eyes flew open.


“He will be ok,” Samira said to Draco.


“You saved him?” Draco said in disbelief, “he was going to kill you.”


“He needs to answer for his crimes,” she said coldly, “he can’t do that if he’s dead.”