Disclaimer: I am not J K Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter.

Note: A one-shot, 'three wishes' - Weasley style.


Cleaning out a cupboard at the Burrow, Ron Weasley came across a battered old brass oil lamp. He looked around furtively, gave it a quick rub, and to his surprise it started shaking, then a cloud of smoke poured out, that quickly coalesced into the figure of a middle-eastern man with a beard and black turban.

"Greetings mortal!" the figure boomed. "You have woken me from my rest of the ages. I am the djinni, Doge Fran Gedre, and you have earned three wishes. Speak your mind, oh mortal."

"What? Huh?" Ron stared.

"You wish for water? Certainly, oh mortal."

The figure waved its hand, and a stream of water started to pour from mid-air to splash all over Ron.

"Hey, stop that! I was thinking aloud." Ron protested.

"You wish for it to stop, oh mortal? Certainly!" The figure waved its hand again and the deluge ceased. "You have used two wishes now, mortal, and but one remains. Consider it carefully."

"I-wish-for-the-Chudley-Canons-to-win-the-league-this-season." Ron said hurriedly.

The figure surveyed him, sardonically.

"Alas, mortal, I grant wishes but I do not work miracles. Here. Have a hamburger as compensation." It waved its hand again, and a larger hamburger appeared stuffed in Ron's mouth. "And now, my errand fulfilled, I shall return to my slumbers for another century."

There was a flash and the figure dissolved back into smoke and started streaming back into the lamp. Ron pulled the hamburger out of his mouth, spluttering.

"Hey, come back, we didn't do that properly…"

His only response was a chuckle from inside the lamp.

Ron desperately rubbed the lamp again – and again – but nothing further happened.

"Taking the cleaning mum set you seriously, I see, Ickle Ronniekins?"

Ron gave a start as one of the twins strolled through the room behind him.

"It's none of your business." He narrowed his eyes, suddenly. "Hang on. 'Doge Fran Gedre' is…"

The twin in question departed at great speed before a soaking wet Ron could do something such as throw the hamburger at him.

It wasn't as if the twins hadn't given him a chance up front to work it out with that anagram.


Author Notes:

Presumably from later on, when the twins actually have some serious pranking magic at their fingertips...