Author notes: This is my first fanfic, but most this is the first time I'm writing in English. So please be indulgent and post constructive critics or mistakes I've made.
author notes 2: I'm not really sure for the title, I wanted something original not just "harry and the genie" so if you think it's good or if should change it, tell me.

Chapter 1: Attic exploring, magic lamp rubbing, genie introducing.

Nobody could really tell that something strange is happening in their neighborhood, not even the people of privet drive.
They never known that 10 years ago a little baby was left on the doormat of the number 4. In fact most of the people around were completely obvious about that night except for a certain magical world. Celebration were hold in the whole country and one name was on every lips "Harry Potter". The child who just passed 10 years being mistreated by his foster family. Was just like the other people of Little Whinging, ignoring the truth and having their own trouble...
As for Harry it was to find a hiding place.

The summer holiday were just beginning and Dudley was already on the hunt for his favorite punching-ball, Harry's head. He was in front of the cupboard he was living in, searching for good hide. He was seriously stuck between a rock and a hard place, going in living room or the garden was useless, uncle Vernon is watching the TV and aunt Petunia was gardening. So he would surely be kicked out and uncle Vernon even helping his son to find him.
On the other side behind the entry door Dudley was searching for Harry in the street but I won't take long before coming back to search in the house.
Harry was really thinking hard about when he open his eyes on the stairs, not the cupboard it would be too obvious even for Dudley's slow brain.
But the 2nd floor, in the room who was used to store Dudley's toys. Not thinking twice Harry quickly climbed the stairs ready to go for the 'storeroom' but on his way he spotted something much more interesting.
The trap leading to the attic was open with the ladder leading to it, in all those years it never happened aunt Petunia probably forgot about it. He hesitated to go but the sound of the slamming entry door made him climb the ladder at an incredible speed. The attic was not a really welcoming place but it was the perfect hiding place and when Dudley came to the bottom of the ladder Harry didn't panic.

"I know you up their freak so get down to have your beating" Dudley paused, he was panting heavily before menacing again.
"don't make go in there or I will beat you harder... you hear me!"
harry perfectly know that he won't come here. the reason was simple, Dudley was afraid of the dark and the spiders. the kind of thing harry was used to thanks to 10 years in the cupboard under the stairs.
"fine!"Dudley shouted before going into his room which was just aside the ladder
"I will wait comfortably in my room... stay up here like a cockroach... there's only one exit"
Harry hate it but his cousin was right, only one exit and no way to escape unnoticed. That mean he was going to spend some times in there, until Dudley grew bored of this or his aunt kick him out. So harry take the opportunity to explore this room he never seen before.

The attic was not filled with curiosity and marvel after all. It was only half full with cardboard box, old cloths and a couple of old chairs. Harry known that if he touched a thing his foster will surely ground him. but after waiting a moment he was bored. He decided that having a closer look and a little touch will not hurt anybody.
But frankly is there anything interesting here. Most of the box were filled with cooking recipes and romance books, the ones who teach you the joy of being a perfect wife. No need to be Sherlock to know who it belongs to.
Putting the book back Harry took a closer look to the cloths and...
He realize there were just normal, it would not dance because he wanted it. This made Harry chuckles a little, imagining Vernon old suits dancing hip-hop.
And lastly the two chairs, quite old with a thick layer of dust on it.
The attic was definitely not a good playground for Harry nor anybody in fact. So Harry was bored again and let his mind and eyes wander randomly in the room. When something shiny caught his attention between 2 piles of cardboard box. Another old chair he didn't see with a kind of box on it. The shiny thing was a sort of medal on top of it. But harry heart skipped a beat when he see the gold letters engraved on it "FOR HARRY".

'For me', thought Harry troubled by his discovery.
He was doubting about this but after all is there another Harry living here or was living but not any more. Then why the Dursley's would keep something that doesn't belong to them?
Eyeing the box for moments, Harry mind was in balance with the decision of being the owner or not of this thing.
What about a heirloom?
After all his parent couldn't die without leaving something behind. He had nothing from them, not even a picture...
'Maybe there were in that box, it's not like I'm taking the whole thing'. So Harry finally decided to open the open the box, only to realize that there were no opening.
the box was like a little wood lug without any handles or lock, just the golden medal glued on top of it. He decided to take it for a closer look.
But when his finger touched the box, all the sides falls suddenly revealing what was inside.
it was an antic oil lamp...
Harry was a little disappointed, he would like to have a souvenir from his parent.
So as a consolation he took the oil lamp and bring it closer to the trap to have more light.
The lamp was golden but not a shiny gold and the design was familiar to Harry. It looked like the one from Aladdin...
Harry loved that story who were told to him in kindergarten, not like the Dursley's who've never read anything to Harry. They just hate those kind of things with the most perfect hostility.
This was truly his favorite fairytale because he was feeling so close to the hero of this story. Just like him Aladdin was an orphan struggling against a harsh life with courage and kindness but it stopped here.
For Harry there were no magic, no genie, no wishes, no princess and most no friends...
If Harry story were told like Aladdin's one, he would be stuck at the beginning.
Feeling sorrow slowly filling his heart, Harry dismissed that thought and try to play with the lamp. Impersonating Aladdin he gave three rub to the lamp to summon the genie, but it was just a kid dream. The only response he got was blue smoke coming out of the lamp spout.

'Wait! smoke!' harry dropped the lamp and backed up slowly, only to trip and fall on his back exclaiming a loud "OOF!"
He stay on the ground as he try to look at the lamp but it was harder and harder, the never ending stream of blue smoke was filling the attic.
After a little moment of blindness and coughing, the smoke cleared, and Harry saw that he was not alone. Not any more.
A man was now standing in front of harry. At the first look he was like a normal guy, if you except the fact he was hovering with a blue smoke tail connected to the lamp. Wearing something who looked like an Asian traditional shirt and lastly in the middle of messy brown hair. A couple of triangular ears that exactly looked like of a cat.
The man begin to scan the attic with a puzzled face and mumble "Attic, that's quite cliché..."
Harry who was terrified, he almost screamed when he saw the blue eyes of the man stopping right at him.
"Ooh!" exclaimed the man as he approach... well hover closer of harry smiling face first "Greetings, I suppose you're the one who rubbed my lamp, nice to meet ya"
Harry tried to speak, his mouth was open but his voice stopped in his throat. As the blue man now hovering in front of him with a extended hand to shake Harry's one.
Nothing happened for a second, the extended hand was now shaking in front of harry's eyes "HELLO! anyone there?" exclaimed the floating guy
"you know if you let your mouth open like that flies gonna get in"
Still petrified Harry managed to speak with a trembled voice"w who what are who you?" that's all he managed to say
"what am I?" the boy nodded "well, if the smoke tail and the lamp are not explicit enough" replied the man with an annoyed tone" I am a...genie"
"a genie" repeated Harry "yes I am" he took harry by the arms to get him back on his feet, then the genie fetched the lamp to put it in the hand of the still dumbfounded boy
"did you ever heard about the fairytale? you know the one with the boy who became a prince after finding a lamp, didn't mean anything for you?" he asked "so here's a quick resume, you rub the lamp, a genie appear and grant your wishes. couldn't be more simple, so here I am kid, name's Max"
Harry couldn't believe it during all those time he was here, there were a genie just above his head. "sorry I didn't hear your name"
calming himself the boy quickly replied "Harry" and at last finally shake the extended hand of the genie.
"Harry" the genie smiled, floating on his back like he was on some invisible hammock "that's a good name, now dear Harry there's two way of doing it, get down and introduce me to your parent or keep me as a little secret, your choice" the genie winked.
"I don't have parent, they died when I was a baby" harry replied
the genie get back in a straight position with a sad look on his face "ho... sorry I didn't know, well at least you have caring foster parent"
Harry turned a little red with anger "are you kidding me? they're not caring about me, they treat me as dead weight, making me live in a cupboard, never hesitate to hit me or deprive of food... And to avoid a beating from my cousin I escaped here!" Harry then sit down he almost shed tears, realizing that he was lecturing a genie who didn't do anything to him, that wasn't really nice.
He open his eyes when he feeled a warm comforting hand on his shoulder "what an unlucky kiddo..." the voice of the floating man was calm.
"unlucky" absentmindedly repeated Harry
"but now you're probably the luckiest kid in this world" the genie begin to cheers" do you know what are the odds to find a magic lamp with a genie?"harry shaked his head "to give you an idea, it would be more easy for a guy to win the lottery a hundred times than finding my lamp" the genie smile extended from ear to ear.

"WHERE ARE YOU BOY? DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE UP THERE" A woman voice erupted, quickly followed by sound of footsteps on a stair.
"ho no! it's my aunt, you need to hide" Harry was quite panicking, his imagination giving him a vision of the Dursley's in a devilish look holding the lamp and laughing like maniacs.
"OK OK" calmly replied the genie "I go back into my lamp until the coast is clear, keep it with you, after all it's yours now"
"I can't! I don't have any pocket to hide it and I wont be able to get back here" the footsteps of aunt Petunia were getting closer.
"we have a quite tricky situation" the genie said as he scratch his hair, his face showing he was thinking about a solution " I going to push the limit a little but that could work, repeat exactly after me" Harry sight was locked on the genie.
"genie I want you and the lamp to appear at the place I'm living when it will be safe for me"
"genie I want you and the lamp to appear at the place I'm living when it will be safe for me" Harry repeated with so much focus that he almost impersonate the magical being voice.
The genie smiled and rapidly added "It's working" as he snapped his fingers making him and the lamp disappear in a puff of smoke. The poof surprised Harry and made him fall on his back for the second time today producing a large cloud of dust as the aunt Petunia long necked head finally pop through the trap.
she was quite furious "what do you think you're doing here boy! trying to steal something?! you're grounded!" taking Harry by the ear they go down in order to give him a lecture and a punishment of course. Before closing the trap she sniffed "there's a funny smell up there"

Harry faced a serious lecture and will doing more chores in the house as being deprived of most food, only the minimum. that mean just some breads. but before going to his chores, he took a second to look into his cupboard, but to his horror the lamp wasn't there, maybe he just dreamed that. A genie... who would believe that...

but he couldn't see that an invisible pair of blue eyes was following him right now
"I think I'm going to like you kiddo... I will greatly enjoy putting the most brightest smile on this sad face. you don't know yet but you just get the most caring and supportive friend you'll ever have"

Author notes: to have a good idea of what max the genie look like give a quick click to story pictures

correction notes: 12/11/2017 Words added, some sentence changed(getting easier to read, giving more detail and erasing some useless things) and some mistakes were corrected