Thank you for your continued support! I really appreciate all the reviews and messages! Only the insanity is mine! Egyptian is in italics. This is going to wrap up in the next few chapters or so!

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"Kiss me…?"

Hari looked to Ardeth in a moment of weakness as he stared at the large doors that they were told to wait at. It was decided that he would be sitting in on some essential classes. Ardeth had argued for him that Hari was already fully educated in his magic. Still the headmaster had insisted until their business was settled Hari would have to at least be present in a few select courses. While none of them had been happy with the arrangement there was nothing else they could do but agree. They were housed by their hospitality after all in a time that was not their own.

So now Hari was to be sorted to help arrange his schedule. It seemed that at the beginning of the year, his other self that had been here was placed in Gryffindor. The house had noble qualities and he could see why a younger version of himself might be placed there. However now he was older and different, different enough to be resorted. It was now time to see where he would be placed.

At Hari's innocent request Ardeth could not resist leaning in and giving Hari a gentle kiss. He smiled when he saw his little lover immediately relax and their other lovers pressed quick kisses of their own. Now fully prepared Hari was ready when the doors opened and he was led in to be sorted.

The silence of the hall was deafening as the gathered students watched. Hari could feel their gazes on him like scarab beetles and wondered if they had stared at his other self as much as this. He had been told he was famous in this time though he did not understand why surviving a curse made him so famous that people would watch him with such intensity.

He was led to a stool directly in front of the long tables and shifted uneasily in his robes. He had been given clothes that suited the climate better and while he was certainly warm he disliked the heaviness and weight on him. He brushed his long hair out of his eyes; his wrap no longer needed to guard against the sun it was wilder than ever. He cast an anxious glance at his lovers who were standing off to the side and watching him as the hate was placed on his head. It slipped over his eyes and then it went dark.

My my it hasn't been long since I've seen you Harry Potter…Or perhaps I've never seen you Hari?

Hari was startled when a voice began to talk to him. Then came understanding. He smiled and relaxed into the stool, knowing his lovers would be watching his body language for signs of trouble.

Indeed…I believe it's the latter in this case. I have been told I must be sorted.

Is that so? A fascinating turn of events… You are highly suited for Slytherin of course…Ravenclaw would do you well…You were put into Gryffindor but I don't believe that suits you as it once did.

I have no preference as long as I can be with my beloveds.

An interesting turn of events indeed. Very well

"SLYTHERIN!"

Not realizing the significance of this announcement Hari gently took off the Sorting Hat and moved back to his lovers. From the resounding silence he realized there was more going on here than he knew.

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Watching…Hari…Leave the stand Severus's dark eyes narrowed in thought. This proved that there was a distinct difference between the Harry Potter he had met earlier this year…and this Hari. Perhaps enough that he was no longer the brat he had expected to encounter. His mind went over the facts and all he had observed since the foursome had arrived the previous day. Perhaps the tide of the War would be turning sooner than expected. He traced his fingers over the Dark Mark under his sleeve. He would have to consider his options.

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Snape's eyes were not the only ones watching Hari as he left the stage. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of the watcher's face. This changed everything…and perhaps nothing. He would have to act soon. He would have to act within the week.

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Imhotep stiffened as Hari pressed into him and his dark eyes scanned the room. He had sensed evil intent. From the looks Matthias and Ardeth were giving him he was not the only one. It had been directed at Hari and he felt his hand curl possessively around Hari's slender shoulder. They would act on the intent soon, but they would not expect the amount of protection Hari had with them around.

Hari could sense that some unspoken communication was taking place but he did not address it as he was taken by McGonagall to be introduced to his head of house. Severus Snape. He knew that the man disliked him, though something in his eyes made him think that opinion was changing. He shook his hand warmly and offered a small smile. The Professor seemed a little confused but he tilted his head to allow Hari and his beloveds to return to their chambers. They were not forced to eat with the students, a compromise struck when the Headmaster realized that would only cause further problems.

Tomorrow would be the start of Hari attending classes and that was where the true challenge would begin.

Ardeth was certain that he had aged a number of years after letting Hari attend his first class. He still resented the fact that Hari had to attend these lectures to begin with. He had made sure that Hari was more than capable with his magic and was insulted that these Westerners believed that simply because they had not taught Hari that his education was worthless. Luckily Imhotep had been there to remind him that they had other matters to attend to, and that Hari was indeed more than capable to hold his own no matter the setting. Matthias had been silent but his longing glance at Hari as he walked into the classroom made his opinion clear. He missed their home and times together. They all did.

When Potter had walked into his classroom Severus had been fully prepared to tear the boy…rather the young man apart. However the look in his eyes made him pause. There was more going on here than he understood. He decided on a different course of action, after all this Potter had been sorted into his house, he would observe instead.

By the end of the time slot he had to admit…even grudgingly. That this Potter was marginally intelligent. Most of his errors came from his lack of English speaking skills, but his understanding of Latin was thorough and prevented much more serious mistakes from taking place. He also became aware of the fact that Potter was studying him as much as he was observing the young man. Interesting. There was a speculative gleam in Potter's eyes as he watched the Professor.

When the class ended Potter seemed to hesitate before following the rest of the students out. Many of them had kept their distance, a wise decision since they had all seen the size of his lovers. There was no doubt about who the men surrounding this new Potter were. The professors had merely announced them as 'guests' but it was clear from their actions. Potter gave him one last lingering look before turning to leave. Severus was curious what could prompt this…but other matters required his attention at the moment. He knew that someone was going to attempt to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and an unsettling suspicion who the thief would be.

Something was drawing him to Professor Snape, as if leading him to a useful ally. But he was still uncertain who he could truly trust; he had observed the Professor and knew that he understood more than he let on. Much like Imhotep he was hiding and using what he could to his advantage. A headache began to build and Hari rubbed his temples through his long messy hair. He just wanted to go home, but Anubis had been right in sending him here. The threads of time could not be left unfinished. As soon as he finished his task here he could return to his homeland…and hopefully the time he had come to think of his own.

His distraction cost him when he found himself in the corridor that he was specifically told the students, and guests, were forbidden from entering. He narrowed his green eyes as he peered into the darkness. His senses were on high alert as he realized he was not alone in the gloom. He took a few hesitant steps forward, this school had too many secrets for his liking and he had a feeling that those secrets were why he was here.

His feet led him to a lonely door and a quick wave of his hand unlocked it. When it opened he realized he was indeed right about his assumptions. After all…who would keep a three headed dog in a school? Guarding a trap door no less? He hesitated, the Beast was growling at him lowly, but the heads didn't bark as if sensing that he was not afraid of them and it was merely guarding its territory. It reminded him of the first time he had met Imhotep. He could only imagine what his lovers would think if he attempted this by himself…they would certainly not be pleased. But how was he to know that it wasn't by chance he had found this now? What if this was fate? If he left now he had no doubt that he would have trouble finding it again. There were magic enchantments here protecting whatever the Beast was guarding. He hadn't done anything so reckless in a long time after all…. Perhaps it was time to be reckless once again.

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Ardeth was drumming his fingers restlessly on the table as he stared down at his cup of tea as if it held the answers he was looking for. Hari had not met them after his class. He knew better than to mother after Hari, after all he was fully capable of looking after himself. But the old worry crept into his chest despite his attempts to ignore it. Hari found himself in danger too much for his liking. He wished they could return to that brief peaceful time they had found together. Even at this wistful dream he shook his head, after all they were not what anyone could consider 'normal' two Demi Gods, one who was a former cursed priest and one who led the Medjai, an ancient King, and a child of Anubis. No… peace would always be hard for them to come by.

A hand covered his to stop their movement and he looked up into Matthias's quiet eyes. They were filled with surety as he gently squeezed the Medjai's hand inside of his own. "He has his reasons. He will explain to us when he has a chance."

He had no illusions what had drawn Hari to Matthias he had an ancient calm to him but also a fierce surety to himself and all his actions. He nodded his head and felt Imhotep's hand gently massaged his shoulders. By touching they could reassure themselves that they were not the only ones being consumed by worry for Hari. What had their little one gotten into this time?

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Getting past the Beast had been easy enough, the golden harp had told him the creature's weakness. However fighting the urge to struggle against the vines had been a bit harder but he soon found himself in a dark chamber of sorts and knew those weren't the only tests that were waiting for him. Nor was he the only one completing them.

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Someone else was here.

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Is Severus Friend or Foe? Who is in the darkness with him? How will his lovers 'punish' him when they get a hold of him? Guess you'll have to wait for the next chapter!