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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 22: Chapter Twenty Two

Samira watched the sky, it was coming to life with the sun peeking over the horizon. Pinks, purples and oranges streaked across the sky in a beautiful soft watercolour painting. The princess gathered up her peacock blue skirts, the mask had long since disappeared and their was a smears of dried blood crusted on to her expensive clothes.

The only indication that something terribly wrong had happened.

 

To all the other guests of last night’s part, the evening was a success, the firework show an added treat to end of a spectacular night of fine food, expensive wine and dancing.

 

Samira gently touched the swollen mark where the dagger had punctured her skin on her neck, a reminder that she was lucky to be alive.

 

Her brother nervously flittered around her, not knowing how to behave.

 

“You could’ve said something,” he whispered nervously.

 

“You were drunk, it’s alright,” she reassured.

 

“You could have died Sadie,” he gripped her hand.

 

“Jarret,” her Fathers booming voice sounded.

 

They were in his office, the sun creeping in through his ceiling high windows. He opened the doors allowing Hermione, Draco, Harry and Kingsley to enter.

Kingsley looked polished and every part the Minister, the other three were in their evening wear, streaked with dirt, blood and ash.

 

“Your highness,” Kingsley sank into a bow along with the rest of the English wizards, “may I offer my deepest apologies.”

 

“Minister,” Samira interrupted, “you are not responsible for Lucius Malfoy’s actions and nor would I blame you.”

 

Kingsley looked at her father with a sparkle in his eye, “your daughter will make a marvellous queen.”

 

Her father nodded, a slight smile threatening to appear.

 

“How is our friend Basi?” Samrira asked.

 

“He’s going to be fine, some dehydration but he’s very tough,” Hermione grinned and Samira returned the smile.

 

Samira caught Harry’s eye for a moment and felt her cheeks burn, he needed to only look at her for less than a second and her body did things she never thought possible.

 

Then the most unexpected words came out of her father’s mouth.

 

“I would very much like it Minister if my daughter could oversee the trial and prosecution of Lucius Malfoy, perhaps provide a testimony if needed,” he commanded in a polite manner.

 

“Of course your majesty, that would be most helpful,” Kingsley bowed.

 

“She will of course need your most skilled aurors as her body guard while staying abroad?”

 

“Father?” Samira asked.

 

“I’m sorry my dear I just assumed you would want to go?”

 

“I do, yes of course I do!”

 

“It’s time you saw more of the world and if Mr Potter will accompany you and I can’t think of a more trusted companion,” her Father’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen for many years.

 

“Is that alright with you?” Samira asked looking at Harry.

 

His eyes said more than his voice to her but he nodded and she noticed Hermione beaming.

 

“It’s time your brother learnt a thing or two about running this place,” her father clapped Jarret on the back and grinned.

 

“Thank you Father,” Samira said.

 

“Your mother wouldn’t want you to be couped up here, you need to explore.”

 

“Well,” Kingsley clapped his hands together happily, “I will make sure all the arrangements are in order for your highness’ arrival. The people of London will look forward to your visit Princess,” he bowed out of the room.

 

“When do I leave Father?”

 

“As soon as you’d like Princess.”

 

Samira looked at Harry and smiled, for the first time she felt as though she would have created the strongest patronus known to magic.

 

For the first time since her mother had passed she felt a door open and an opportunity of adventure and a way to become someone different and someone exciting that could maybe even have a future that wasn't already scripted and planned.

 

“Let’s go,” she grinned at Harry, took his hand and got ready for her first adventure outside the Palace walls.



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