Harry came into the living room with a bag over his shoulder, and found Lily standing there. She also had a bag, and wore a tight white top and if possible, tighter brown pants.
"Hey, honey." Lily smiled. Harry smiled back at his mother, and set his bag down on the couch beside hers.
Lily stepped forwards and embraced Harry, planting a light kiss on his mouth, as was their typical greeting these days. Harry pressed his lips harder against his mother's, and she gave a small sigh of enjoyment as the light peck shifted into something more feverish.
Lily's large breasts mashed against Harry's chest, and his hands roamed all over her back while her arms were slid around his neck.
With a moan of disappointment, Lily reluctantly drew back, cheeks flushed and panting hard.
"We have to go, or we'll miss the Weasleys." Lily said sadly.
"Right." Harry said, just as disappointed. He wasn't sure how to deal with his odd relationship with his mother, but he did know he enjoyed kissing her.
Lily bit her lip, which was strangely attractive to Harry, then she leaned in and gave him one last, quick soft kiss.
"C'mon." Lily smiled, grabbing her bag. Harry grabbed his, too, and the pair approached the fireplace.
Rather than a location, Lily spouted off a number that Molly Weasley had given her, and the fireplace flared blue. Harry slid his hand into his mother's, and she gave him a warm smile before the pair stepped into the hearth together.
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They emerged into a sandy plane, and saw a collection of tents thrown up just a few feet away.
Fred and George Weasley were sitting outside the tents, setting off Exploding Snaps.
When they saw Harry and Lily, they both grinned. Harry noticed that both twins' eyes raked Lily's body for a few seconds, but he could hardly blame them.
"Mum! The Potters are here!" one of the twins shouted.
One of the two larger tents opened and out came Molly Weasley. The voluptuous, buxom redhead looked delighted to see Harry and Lily and hurried forwards to embrace Lily tightly, and then she moved to Harry and Harry very much enjoyed the very busty woman squeezing him to her.
Percy and Ron Weasley emerged from a slightly smaller tent, and Ginny Weasley emerged from the smallest.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed happily, and Harry grinned at the gorgeous girl one year his junior. Her red hair was tied up and she wore a tank top showing off her perky breasts. She was hardly busty yet, but in her defense, she was not quite thirteen yet.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her slender body, and Ginny threw her arms around him as well. When Harry drew back from the hug, Ginny was blushing. He smiled.
Ron Weasley came up to Harry, looking a bit awkward.
"Hey, mate. There's, uh, no hard feelings for any of the stuff I did last year, right?" Ron asked weakly.
"You mean when you incited protests against me, calling me the Heir of Slytherin and blaming me for people being Petrified?" Harry asked innocently, "Only for me to then turn around and save your baby sister's life?"
Harry slid an arm around Ginny's waist at the term baby sister, and she shyly leaned against his chest.
"I know. It was wrong of me." Ron hung his head. As much of an idiot as the ginger was, Harry could tell that Ron really did feel bad about it because Harry had saved Ginny.
"Fine. Water under the bridge." Harry said, "But I won't be so forgetful next time."
Ron nodded.
"Yeah. There won't be a next time." Ron said firmly.
"Right." Harry said, a bit sarcastically, but Ron didn't seem to pick up on that.
Ron went off to speak to his mother, and said an awkward hello to Lily, who he was clearly crushing on.
Harry turned to Lily.
"I guess it's the women in this family who have all the brains." Harry said in a low voice, which made Ginny giggle.
Arthur Weasley came striding across a dune with his two elder sons, Bill and Charlie.
"Ah, you made it!" Arthur exclaimed, smiling at Harry and Lily. He did notice Harry's arm wrapped around Ginny with a furrowing of the brows, but then he stepped forwards and gave Lily a quick hug of greeting and then came over and shook Harry's hand.
"I can never thank you enough for what you've done for this family." Arthur said sincerely.
"I don't need thanks." Harry shook his head. Arthur shook his.
"You do." he insisted.
"Call me being on this trip thanks then." Harry said, and Arthur smiled.
"Alright." he said.
He moved away, and Harry turned to Ginny, who looked shy at being the subject of his attention.
"How have you been sleeping?" Harry wondered. She shook her head.
"Not very well. I still have those awful nightmares about… about the Chamber. About helping hurt all those people." Ginny trembled. Harry made soothing noises, and touched her cheek softly.
"You survived something that I expect most people would have died from. You had Voldemort inside your head, and you won't be able to just forget about that. If you need it, remember that laying with me fights off the nightmares." Harry said. Ginny nodded.
"Alright! We're about five hundred meters from the Temple of Cleopatra!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing over the tall dunes.
"Is that what we're here to see?" Harry wondered.
"It's one of the things." Ginny nodded, "The Temple of Cleopatra is something only wizards can see. A lot of the ancient Muggle cultures had more involvement with the wizarding world, and sometimes they built things like the Temple that stand as a monument of their history for wizards to visit."
"Huh. Was Cleopatra a witch, then?" Harry wondered.
"I have no clue." Ginny shrugged, "I doubt it, though."
The Weasleys all grabbed some food and water, Harry and Lily set down their bags at the Weasleys' campsite, and then the group made the trek over the dunes.
Harry walked with Ginny for the most part, the two of them having hushed conversations.
It was hardly long at all before Arthur lifted his wand and waved it in a spiral motion. The air before Harry seemed to ripple, and it was as if a wall of nothing began to slide open, revealing a very interesting pyramid. A large rectangular doorway was obviously the entrance, and the doorway was flanked by two statues of a gorgeous Egyptian woman who wore hardly any clothes.
"That's Isis, the Egyptian goddess of magic." Molly told the group, reading off a pamphlet she had brought from the campsite.
Harry considered the buxom statues, wondering if Isis was real. Maybe she was a witch or something who used her power to make ancient Egyptians worship her.
Ron was staring open-mouthed at the statues' large, mostly bare tits, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"They're made of gold, Ron. Too hard to play with." either Fred or George joked. Molly shot the twin a quelling look, and they hastily shut up.
Harry and Ginny moved towards Lily and Molly.
"Alright, let's break off into groups." Molly declared, "I'll go with Lily, Harry, and Ginny."
"Then I guess that means I have you boys." Arthur said to Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Ron.
"Wait, those groups are uneven." Molly realized, "Ron, you can come with us."
Ron joined the group, to Harry's displeasure, and that balanced the groups out more, but they were an odd number, so the groups would never be perfect.
The large group entered the temple, and were instantly presented with a choice. Through two large gold doors inlaid with blue lettering in strange hieroglyphics, up a staircase to the left, or down a staircase to the right.
"We'll go through." Arthur decided for his group.
Molly turned to Harry and Ron.
"Up or down?" she asked.
"Up." Ron said at the same time Harry said "Down."
Molly glanced between them.
"Harry, you're the guest, so we'll go down." Molly decided.
Ron looked put out as their group descended the stairs. Molly slipped on one of them, but Harry caught her deftly, squeezing her up against his chest. Molly let out a surprised, embarrassed laugh, and gave Harry a warm peck on the cheek in thanks.
As the group of five descended deeper into the Temple of Cleopatra, it became steadily darker.
"Wands out?" Molly asked once it got pitch black.
"Sure." Lily agreed. There was some shuffling on the stair behind Harry.
"Ow, Ron, that's me!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Oh, sorry." Ron said, and there was more shuffling before Ron managed to pull out his wand.
The five people all illuminated their wands, providing plenty of light to continue down. The staircase emerged out into a long hall, one that could have been a banquet hall at some time. At the end of the hall, illuminated by braziers, stood two golden statues. One was Isis, dressed just as skimpily as she had been up top. The other greatly resembled Isis, but wore a tight dress, and had a crown of sorts upon her brow.
"Isis and Cleopatra." Lily guessed. Molly made a sound of agreement.
The quintet walked down the banquet hall until they reached the dais on which the statues loomed.
"These are such interesting statues." Lily enthused, "They were clearly made by magic."
"Some theorize that the gods of ancient times were just powerful wizards and witches who influenced the events of Muggle history." Molly told the group.
"I was wondering about that, especially someone like Isis. Goddess of magic, and couldn't she turn into a bird? Sounds like an Animagus to me." Harry said. Molly gave him a warm smile.
"Such a scholar." she said playfully.
Ron stepped forwards onto the dais, and the hieroglyphs carved into the statue and the dais flared blue.
"What did you do?" Ginny demanded of her brother.
"Nothing!" Ron complained as the entire hall began to rumble. Harry whipped around, standing protectively in front of Ginny, Lily, and Molly as a circle in the center in the hall slid open.
"What is that?" Ginny whispered. Harry crept forwards, and peered down.
"It's another staircase, leading further down." Harry reported.
"I wonder if we're the first to discover this?" Ron asked eagerly, jumping down from the dais. The circle began to slide shut.
"Ron, get back up there. You'll have to hold the entrance open." Harry said.
"Wait, I found this place, and I won't be able to go down and look around?" Ron asked in protest.
"Once we look around, we'll come up and you can trade with someone. For now, though, why don't you just be proud of yourself for finding a secret staircase?" Molly said tactfully. A prideful Ron nodded and jumped back up onto the dais, and the staircase was revealed again.
The four of them headed down into the unknown depths, wands glowing.
The spiral staircase deposited them in a small, square room with a raised platform on which a statue of Isis sat. This statue, however, was truly naked, and she was in a more sultry pose.
"Wow. They sure liked this Isis lady." Harry muttered.
"A little rude, don't you think?" a rich, female voice spoke. She had a sexy accent that spoke of ancientness.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded. The statue glowed bright yellow, and then in a flash, it was gone, replaced by a naked woman.
This woman had light brown skin, black hair, dark eyes, large, generous breasts and dramatic curves. She was tall, too, several inches taller than Harry, who was the tallest person present.
"I am the goddess Isis. Who dares disturb the temple of my love and daughter, Cleopatra?" the naked Egyptian woman demanded.
"Your daughter?" Lily asked, mystified.
"Yes. Cleopatra was my daughter. Why else do you think she built statues of me?" Isis wondered.
"But the statues… they're so…" Lily waved her hands.
"Suggestive? Yes, well, Cleopatra was always a mommy's girl." Isis said playfully.
Isis' gaze swept across the four, before settling on Harry.
"You… there is a great power to you." Isis spoke.
"Um… thank you?" Harry asked.
"If you kneel at my feet, I will bestow a blessing upon you." Isis decided.
Harry looked to Lily, who gave an unsure shrug. All four of them could sense the power wafting off of Isis. If she really was just a witch, then their power was far diluted in modern times.
"Alright." Harry said, a bit unsure. He walked forwards and knelt before Isis. She touched the back of his head, and Harry's eyes flew open as strange visions danced across his view. Strangely, he could identify all of them, as if Isis was providing relevant information.
He saw Isis in bed with Cleopatra, the mother and daughter kissing.
Then he saw Isis and her son, Horus, fucking like rabbits.
In the next scene, Isis was very pregnant, with Horus pounding her from behind while Cleopatra knelt before her mother and planted kisses all over her pregnant stomach, frequently rising to kiss Isis.
The next scene showed a young boy fucking Isis while she moaned in wanton pleasure. The boy was the son Isis had had with Horus, a boy named Ihy. Cleopatra was there, too, kissing Ihy while he fucked Isis.
Isis' hand left Harry's head, and he stared up at her in astonishment. She knelt down before Harry, and she placed a hand on Harry's cheek.
"You remind me of Horus." Isis admitted.
"I do?" Harry whispered.
"Yes. Horus was always my warlike son. Ihy, he was more about the pleasures in life. An excellent boy who grew up to be one of my favorite children, but not a warlike being. But you… you are a warrior." Isis spoke softly.
"Thank you." Harry nodded.
"I can see that you have a destiny, a road you must walk to face your ultimate foe, the man who slayed your father. Horus faced a similar battle with his uncle Set, who killed Horus' father Osiris." Isis said, her blue eyes glowing.
"You can see my destiny?" Harry asked.
"Not like you are thinking. I am no prophet. But I can clearly distinguish your destiny leads to a final fight between you and your enemy, a fight which only one of you will walk away from." Isis said, the glow of her eyes dimming.
"Can you see if I win?" Harry asked. Isis shook her head.
"I cannot, but… considering you remind me so very much of my beloved Horus…" Isis said with a smile, "I will grant you a blessing."
Isis leaned in and kissed Harry, and he was amazed at how good of a kisser the Egyptian goddess was.
Warmth spread from his lips all throughout his body, and somewhere in that warmth, he found the strength to wrap his arms around the nude goddess, and tug her into his lap. Isis sat on his lap willingly, their kiss deepening as the warmth kept spreading through Harry.
The skin around his left eye grew much hotter than anywhere else, and he felt a strange shape to the hot skin. It felt like an eye shaped ring around his eye, with a strange swirl off to his temple.
"The Blessing of Isis is within you." Isis spoke, somehow without breaking their heated kiss.
"Upon your eye is the Eye of Horus. It is invisible to all but me, and will provide strength in combat… or sex." Isis explained, again without breaking the kiss.
When Isis did draw back, she looked very happy. She touched her hand to Harry's heart, and whispered something in a very foreign language.
"If you ever have need of a goddess of magic, touch your heart and speak my name. I will come to you." Isis said sweetly, and she placed one final kiss upon Harry's lips before vanishing.
Harry startled awake, and found himself laying on the ground, with three attractive redheads leaning over him, concerned.
"What was that about? You knelt before Isis, and then she vanished in a burst of gold and you fell over, unconscious." Lily demanded.
"No, that's… no, we spoke for a while. She gave me her blessing and showed me images of the past." Harry explained. He knew he was right, because his lips were still buzzing from kissing Isis.
"The room looks so empty without the statue." Ginny commented.
"Let's not tell Ron about Isis." Harry decided, "Just let him think he discovered an unused room."
"Good idea. That boy would probably go around and anger her somehow." Molly agreed. Lily helped Harry to his feet, and the pair of Potters gave each other loving looks, unable to kiss each other like they wanted to do in front of Molly and Ginny.
As the four of them made their way back up to the banquet hall, Harry felt Isis' presence with him, as if the goddess was along for the ride now.