Title: Harry Potter; Sa'd al-bari of the Lamp
Author: Little Angel
Pairings: none right now….
Disclaimer: I own nothing!! NOTHING!! …not harry potter OR Aladdin.
Summary: What happens when Voldie decides to NOT duel Harry Potter in the grave yard, but instead invokes archaic magics that turn him into something that would bow to his every wish and command…. A genie.
Harry Potter/Aladdin Crossover….
/thoughts/
"English language"
"Aladdin 'verse language"
Author's Note: Wow! This story made it to the favs/alerts list of like 20ish ppl! All in the same weekend… That's great! I'm glad that people are enjoying it enough to want to keep reading. If you have any constructive criticism, questions, concerns, comments, other… please let me know and I'll see what I can do to fix things/answer questions...etc.
Random Side Note: Harry's not going to be going into the Aladdin 'verse already fluent in the language… I don't see that as very realistic…
Random Side Note take 2: The thoughts aren't being broken up into the language distinguishers of above…. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what thoughts belong to what people….
Part I: Is THAT a GENIE??
"It's clear." A small red parrot flew over to the shoulder of it's master, whispering the words into his ear like the wind in the night. The bird's master nodded ever so slightly and carefully checked the road in front of him just incase. Years of paranoia and working with a band of thieves, had him checking over his shoulder every couple of feet, despite words of their apparent safety.
When he was sure the coast was clear he silently made his way from the shadow to the next and, following the same pattern, made it to the wall at the end of the dead end street. The parrot, which had been sitting silently on his shoulder flew three quarters up the wall and pressed in a stone.
Without a sound the wall below him opened into a dark stairway heading down. The bird flew back to his master and together the pair made their way down the stairs. After two steps in, the wall closed around them, leaving them in pitch black.
The man pulled out a small torch and used some flint to light a spark on it's end. The flame flared, then settled into a dim light, covering barely a few feet in front of the pair.
"Do you think it's gonna be here?" The bird kept his voice soft, but in the silence around them it seemed to carry down the stairs.
The man stopped and waited, straining to hear movement from below or above them.
Nothing moved nor sounded.
The man let out a relieved breath and glanced at his bird, "Quiet Iago, we don't know who is above us right now and may call the guards." His voice, barely above a whisper, was deep and smooth with a slight accent. His voice didn't carry like his companion… it seemed to be swallowed by the darkness surrounding them.
The bird, Iago, ruffled his feathers, but didn't say anything. There was something big being kept down here… Rubies and Diamonds the size of melons, and more gold and silver than thought imaginable….
It was the hidden treasure of the most notorious caravan robber in the seven desserts. After months of planning, watching, waiting, and sneaking... it was theirs for the taking.
For that, Iago could contain his thoughts and keep silent.
After what felt like hours of walking because of their slow decent, they reached the bottom of the stairs. The man stopped moving and held out the torch. He shrugged the shoulder Iago was sitting on, and felt his bird friend move away to fly down the hall.
It was hard to see, but Iago managed to tap a series of squares at the other end of the hall which would disable any traps they would have to walk through. He flew back to his perch on the man's shoulder and together they slowly walked down the hall.
The man stopped in front of their final obstacle and pulled out a small round object, no bigger than a pebble. He touched the object to the wall in three spots, in rapid session and felt it melt into the stone.
There was a woosh and the stone slide away to reveal a large room filled with fantastic treasures.
The pair contained their excitement, as best they could, but a small gasp managed to work it's way past their astounded lips at the magnificent sight.
Carefully the man moved the torch to the wall and pulled out a large satchel and handed it to Iago. The bird took it in his claws and flew off to one of the piles, filling the bag with as many things as he could.
The man took out another bag and began filling it as well. Not a word was spoken between the pair as they worked to fill their bags.
The man found a small chest with a large lock on it. He shook the chest and heard something clinging around in it. He shrugged and put it into his bag.
All to soon their bags were full and it was time to be making their get away.
The man pulled both bags together by rope and tied off the ends. He swung the bags over his shoulder and grunted as he got up, from their weight.
"You gonna make it there gramps?" Iago returned to his perch on the man's shoulder, helping to better secure the rope so it didn't fall off during their get away.
The pair grabbed their torch and moved to the door, pushing it open. When it opened Iago flew up to the same spot as before and tapped a new series of squares on the wall.
As Iago returned to his perch the wall was returning to it's original position and the man was putting the small object into his pocket.
Together they made their way down the hall and up the stairs. They stopped at the top but didn't go out the same wall as before.
The man knelt down and pushed on the wall near the top stair. The wall slide away revealing a new passage that the pair quickly got into. The man pulled the wall back to it's original position and they began crawling to freedom, and their horse.
The thieves made it to the end of the passage and halted to listen for sounds on the other side.
Nothing.
Carefully, the man put out the torch and pushed against the end of their passage. Moon light lit the passage and the open dessert was their background.
The pair cautiously edged out of the passage and replaced the wall. They were outside the limits of the small town, and surrounded by the dessert. They slowly made their way along the wall until they came to their horse, which was tittered to a pre-placed beam.
The man untied the horse's reigns and got onto it's back. Making sure no one was watching, he clicked his legs and the horse began moving. He pushed the horse faster and by dawn they came to their hide away.
Making sure they were not being followed they made their way into the hide out and removed their stolen prize.
After making sure the horse was taken care of, the man turned to his feathered companion, "Well, my feathered friend. We did it…. Although I had my reservations, what with that big mouth of yours…"
"Hey! I resent that remark Cassim. I'll have you know that I can do quiet, when it means being sneaky, and getting many pretty treasures…" The bird's eyes lit up at the words pretty treasures and he flew over to the bags, pulling on the rope in his way with clawed feet.
The man, Cassim just shook his head and pulled back his hood. Dark hair with a line of grey was revealed from under the hood, "Speaking of treasures, we had better get this loot open."
Cassim pulled apart his knot and pushed Iago's bag over to one side. "Like I said when we started, whatever you put in, was yours for the keeping."
He then proceeded to empty his bag and start shifting through his own catch.
The chest from before was revealed and he picked it up, examining it. He pulled out his lock picks and began working on the lock. In no time at all he heard it click. He removed the lock and opened the chest.
Inside, there was nothing but a small golden lamp.
Cassim's eyebrow's raised as he carefully picked up the lamp and started examining it. "I wonder why this was locked in that chest…"
Iago, hearing his mutterings, looked over to see what Cassim was eyeing. He drew a sharp breath as he realized the type of lamp his human companion was holding… "No way!"
All thoughts of his own treasure was pushed aside as Iago flew over to Cassim, "It can't be!!"
"What?" Cassim was still examining the lamp, not seeing what all the fuss was about, "What is it?"
"That… that looks like the big blue lug's lamp…. It looks like a genie's lamp!"
Cassim dropped said lamp in surprise, "This little thing? Somehow I thought it'd be… grander looking…."
The lamp sat innocently where it had been dropped, reflecting some light coming in from the rising sun.
"Well, if it IS a genie's lamp," Cassim picked the lamp back up and securely held it in his arms, "then I should be getting some wishes granted…"
He rubbed the lamp.
There was a moment of nothing, then the lamp began shaking. Smoke began flowing from the lamp's spout, filling the whole hide out.
A few minutes later, the smoke cleared and the thieving pair, coughing up a lung, looked around to see what had happened.
"What in the world?" Cassim dropped the lamp and stepped back. Iago followed his line of sight and flew off Cassim's shoulder in shock.
Cowering and shaking like a leaf not three feet from them was a small light silver…. Creature? ...Boy? ...Genie?
The pair exchanged a look and shrug. Cassim picked up the lamp and noticed the tail of smoke connecting the small genie to the lamp.
"Did Aladdin's genie act like this when he first rubbed the lamp?" Cassim stepped closer to the genie to get a better look, but the small thing whimpered, curled up smaller and pushed away from him, into a rocky wall of the hide away.
Iago, somewhat recovered from his shock, returned to Cassim's shoulder, "I don't know. I didn't know him until after he got into the castle pretending to be a noble. But, by then Jafar had a hold of the big blue lug… Do you think we should get Aladdin and Genie here?"
Cassim didn't answer right away. He didn't move at all in fact. The lack of motion seemed to help a little.
After a while, when it was apparent that the pair of thieves weren't going make any more forward advances, the genie seemed to calm down and stop shaking. A striking pair of green/gold eyes were revealed behind dark lashes. The eyes glanced at them, confusion swirling through the strange color combinations, then down at himself.
Shock, disbelief, and horror were some of the more prominent emotions written all over his face as he looked over his body. Hands were examined, the gold cuffs surrounding his wrists, chest, ears, hair, he glanced down to where his legs would be and jumped a foot in the air.
"What the…?! My legs!" The genie looked over at them, "What ha..happened to me?? Who are you?" His voice was small and wavering, full of so many emotions Cassim and Iago couldn't identify them all.
The duo exchanged another glance, this one full of their own confusion. "Did you understand a word he just said?"
Cassim shook his head in denial to his feathered friend's inquiry. "Perhaps we should get Aladdin and his genie friend here… maybe he'll be able to shed some light on this situation…"
"Well, you're still a wanted man in Agrahbah, so I'll go get them. We'll be back before sundown. Maybe you should get some sleep in the mean time… what with that all nighter we just pulled, and you getting on in years…" Iago flew away in time to avoid the swat from Cassim and started flying towards the high window exit.
"The life span of a parrot is much less than a human, perhaps you are the one in need of a nap?" But Iago was already out of their small hole in the wall and didn't respond.
Cassim turned his attention back to the small genie, who appeared to be watching him with wariness, distrust, fear, and lots of confusion. He didn't seem to understand a word the duo had said, which was confusing Cassim even more.
"As for you… perhaps you should return to your lamp until Aladdin's genie gets here. That way I can take a nap and not worry about the mystery that is you at the same time…"
The genie didn't seem to understand him, but the magic governing him must have heard him loud and clear. The smoke, which had up to that point flowed out the lamp towards the small silver genie, started retreating back into it. The genie, who was still attached to the smoke was being pulled into the lamp as well.
The look of utter terror and dread on the genie's face, when he realized what was happening and where he was going, would haunt Cassim for a very long time to come, even if he never admitted it out loud to anyone.
Because of it, he had a hard time sleeping as he waited for his second family reunion in as many years.
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Harry was aware that he seemed to be floating, but he couldn't see through the darkness to tell for sure.
There seemed to be barriers but he couldn't feel them with his body, he just knew them to exist.
In a way the darkness seemed to be comforting. It reminded him of another time, when he was little and living in a cupboard under the stairs at his aunt and uncle's house.
Yet at the same time, it was frightening because of the other memories it dredged up from that time... from that place.
The last thing Harry remembered was lots and lots of pain. Like he was dying… /Am I dead...? No… that can't be right. My parents would meet me if I was dead… right? They wouldn't leave me alone in the afterlife as well…. Would they?… /
No. He had to believe he wasn't dead. He had to believe his parents still loved him and would be there for him when it was his time. To think his uncle was right… it was to much to bare for his sanity at this point.
/Perhaps I'm in a cell? Voldemort would do something like that… Make me think I was dead… Sensory deprivation… It would be just like him…/
That thought didn't fill him with a happy feeling either, so he tried to stop thinking about it altogether, but left in the darkness like this… it was hard not to think about it. What with his other option being his parents really didn't love him…
After what felt like an eternity of his thoughts circling around him in a depressing spiral, Harry was vaguely aware of movement. /At least I think it's movement…./
He couldn't be sure of anything at this point though, so he thought it best to wait it out and run at the first chance he got.
Or at least try to run… He wasn't so sure what his body would be able to do any more.
There was a muffled sound, almost like voices and more of the vague awareness of being moved again.
Suddenly the world around him lit up and smoke filled every fiber of his being, but strangely it didn't make him cough. Gryffindor's Golden Boy didn't have time to ponder why that was... He was being swiftly pulled through something that felt like a very thin tube. Before long the feeling was over and he was aware of his body again.
Harry was also aware of the magic.
It seemed to be flowing through every pore of his body like sand in the wind. Singing through his very being in a never ending spiral.
His awareness wasn't the same as before. This wasn't the vague awareness of darkness… No he could tell his arms were wrapped around his head. He also noted the shaking of his body. Harry couldn't feel his legs, but he chalked that up to some kind of body bind so he couldn't get away.
He was also aware of the presence of one human and one animal very near to his person.
/I'm stuck with Voldemort then… Bloody hell… this is not going to be pleasant…/
Harry was to caught up in his thoughts to properly process the noise he heard a moment later as talking. Something fell to the floor and he was aware of the thing binding his legs moving along with it.
A moment later he was aware of the object being picked up again as his bound legs moved upward with it.
More was spoken, and this time his ears picked up the sounds clearer than before. The sounds didn't process, but that was probably because he was more concerned with the human who had just stepped closer to him.
He whimpered, curled up smaller and pushed away from the other human. He was dimly aware of his body hitting a rocky object behind him.
/This must be my cell. Voldemort must have come to gloat…/ Fear and panic seemed to be volleying their way for dominance in his mind.
He heard more talking and really attempted this time to process what was being said around him, but he couldn't quite understand the words.
/Some kind of silencing charm maybe? Did he do put some kind of hex on my ears…?/
There was no further movement from the human and animal near him... No sounds being made. He thought Voldemort was waiting for him to look at him.
Calling on his Gryffindor bravery, which had gotten him through the three tasks of the tournament, Harry opened his eyes. His only consolation for that action was, he couldn't feel the nerve frying pain from before.
But he was completely shocked by what he saw. He glanced over at the human near him and… /That's definitely NOT Voldemort...so who….?/ His thoughts didn't get much farther as he caught something shinning on his body.
Or rather that his body was shinning. A light silver. Disbelief and horror seemed to be winning out on his confusion and fear as he looked over his hands, wrists, chest, felt his hair and pointed ears?!
He was almost afraid to look down at his legs, but swallowed his fear and looked anyway.
What he saw caused him to jump almost a foot in the air, although, how he managed that with no legs was a complete mystery to him. A mystery he so did not want to think about, let alone attempt to solve right now.
"What the….!? My legs!" Harry turned to the man that didn't look like Voldemort, "What ha...happened to me?? ...Who...Who are you?" He knew his voice was small and scared sounding. He knew he sounded pathetic and the man, who may or may not be Voldemort under polyjuice potion, probably wouldn't answer him…
But he had to ask anyway.
The pair, he noticed a red bird perched on the man's shoulder, exchanged a look and spoke something in a language that sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't understand.
The rest of their non-understandable conversation was momentarily drowned out by waves of realization flowing through Harry's mind.
That sounded like the language Voldemort had used during that weird ritual…
/So it is Voldemort… but why is he still talking in that lang…. Unless he hasn't finished and was just waiting for something from me….. Oh god…/ The Boy Who Lived looked over at his captors when he noticed the bird flying away and out a window.
Harry didn't understand what was said by the other man when they were alone… however, he was very much aware of the smoke surrounding his legs being pulled back into the lamp.
Before he could blink Harry was again surrounded by a darkness he couldn't see through, with a vague awareness of floating.
He was again aware of some barriers, even though he still couldn't feel them with his body.
This time, he was also more aware of what those boundries really were.
He was inside a small golden lamp.
The magic, which outside his small cell had surrounded him like sand in the wind was still there, same as before, flowing all around… all through him...
Locking him in his tiny cell.
Harry was able to piece together some vague thoughts and feelings of trepidation about how long Voldemort would keep in him this cell and apprehension about the amounts of pain he would more than likely be feeling when he was evicted into the real world again.
/Maybe he is playing a sick game… deprive my senses for some undeterminable period of time…. Then scare the crap out of me when I'm finally let out… or maybe this is all part of the ritual from before…. Maybe he's going to change me even more while I'm in here before letting me out again to look over his work…/
Harry tried desperately to think of happier thoughts, of things that wouldn't continue to plague him with more terror than he was already feeling… He really did try.
But, because he wasn't aware of how long he would be in the darkness, left with only his thoughts... his attempts for happier thoughts began evading him completely.
Soon he was left with nothing but his trepidation and apprehension of the who situation.
For the second time, when the world lit up around him and the smoke filled his every pore, when he was pulled through the small tube, which he now knew was the spout of the lamp, Harry couldn't stop the terror from taking over his very being. Nor could he stop the tremors of fear coursing through his body.
He was aware of three beings around him this time and two animals, but didn't dare open his eyes to see which Death Eater's Voldemort had brought with him for this torture session.
Harry was also aware of someone speaking in a language he could understand, but blatantly realized that it was him, pleading, asking, begging for freedom from the darkness…
"Please… please don't put me back into the lamp again… please… I'll do anything… just not the darkness… I can't do it again… please… I can't… not again….anything you want… but please… I can't… please."
--End Chapter--
Author's Note: ehehehe….. Don't kill me!! -hides-