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"
Part III: Enter reality…. Stage right.
The blue being hugged Harry a bit closer, "I'm sorry. This type of thing is not supposed to happen unless someone wishes it to happen." He sighed then said, "This sorcerer has turned you into what I am…. A genie."
Inside, Harry was a bundle of thoughts and feelings working on overdrive as he took in what this blue being just told him. On the outside there was only one thing he could say. One last hope that all of this was just a bad dream and he and Cedric had tied for the third task in the tournament. One word of denial that could possibly stop the information overload going through his brain.
One word that he knew to be wrong but needed to desperately cling to anyway in a last ditch effort to keep the reality of the situation at bay.
"No…."
Shock, denial, fear and understanding seemed to be flowing through Harry like waves on the magic inside him. /That's why Voldemort did that ritual… he wanted me to… to… Hogwarts… my friends…. He's going to have me…. Oh my god!! I need to get out of here!! Now!/
Genie wasn't quite expecting the small silver genie's reaction to the news, even though he probably should have.
Without warning the small genie was desperately trying to get away from Genie's embrace. "I can't stay here! I won't let him use me against my friends… no no no no….. Have to get away…."
Genie, however, was stronger than him and able to use his magic to aid him. No matter how hard Harry struggled he couldn't get away from the one holding him.
Panic was starting to set in again on Harry, /why isn't he letting me go? Does he work for Voldemort? Is this just some sort of trick? I need to get out of here before...before…./
Harry couldn't finish the thought, it was just to painful. He stopped struggling against the other when he finally realized there was no escape. He sat tensely against the blue genie holding him. /Maybe if I make him understand… maybe he'll let me go…./
"Please, you have to let me go…. I can't stay here… I won't let him use me against my friends… my home…. Against everyone…. Please, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he did that…."
Genie instantly knew what was happening with the smaller being. /He thinks he's still being held by the man that turned him… and that I'm working for that guy. Well, we'll just have to set the record straight./
"Hey, it's alright kiddo. The sorcerer who turned you isn't here. A friend of mine found your lamp locked away in a small chest the other night. When he unlocked the chest he rubbed your lamp and was really alarmed when he first saw you… was that the first time you've been out of the lamp since the sorcerer changed you?" Genie felt the boy nod against his chest.
/No wonder he was so afraid when he first came out. And on top of that he didn't realize what he was… and could understand the language if he wanted to…./ A light bulb went off in Genie's mind as he pieced together the puzzle that was this silver enigma.
"Well, kiddo, my friends and I would like to help you. Perhaps we could start with introductions? My name is Genie. It's not very original, but what the hey… my first master wasn't the brightest grain of sand in the desert."
Ever so slowly Harry began to relax against the one still holding him. He realized that Voldemort was no where around him and he wouldn't be anytime soon. When the blue genie, /His name's Genie?/ explained his name, Harry couldn't help but chuckle a little.
In response, Genie briefly hugged him a little tighter. "My name's Harry."
Inside, Genie was cheering that he was able to make the small genie, Harry was his name, laugh, even just a little. "How about we get off this floor and I'll introduce you to my friends. I sent them outside so we could have a bit more privacy to talk."
"Stand?" Confusion was laced all through Harry's little question. /how in the world can I stand when I don't have legs?/
Genie seemed to read his mind. Without a word, he suddenly floated into a standing position. Harry, while he loved flying, was having a Neville moment and grabbed onto the closest thing to him when he was realized he was suddenly hovering in the air without a broom. THAT was going to take some getting used to.
When he realized he was clutching Genie rather tightly, he sheepishly relaxed his hold a little, but didn't let go. Genie chuckled and floated back towards the ground so his feet were touching the floor. He continued to hold onto Harry though, which gave him a bit of relief.
"As a genie, you can float… or fly, depending on how you want to move around. Walking works to when you want to have two legs like I do at the moment."
Harry blinked, "I can fly?! ...wait… my legs aren't gone?!"
In response to his first question Genie loosened his hold completely from Harry. Genie then removed Harry's arms from his person as well so he was hovering alone in the air. Harry gulped and waved his arms around expecting to fall, but somehow managed to stay in the air.
Gryffindor's golden boy looked down at himself with disbelief… /OH MY GOD!! I'm floating!! WITHOUT a broom!!…. Did he say I can have legs to?/
"How…?"
Genie once again read his mind and demonstrated going from having two legs to having a tail. "It's just a matter of wanting to be able to walk or wanting to be more aerodynamic."
Harry looked down at his smoke tail and willed his legs to appear. His eye brows shot up when his legs morphed into existence. He was wearing the exact same type of pants as Genie, only his were a dark emerald green, which he thought matched his eyes. His shoes were silver to match his skin, and also looked like Genie's shoes. His smokey tail, which was connected to the lamp still, was long gone.
Tension seemed to flow out of Harry's body when he realized he was no longer connected to his small prison. He knew intellectually that he could still be pulled into it against his will, but having the physical connection gone was a huge weight off his shoulders.
Although a new weight was settled there. It seemed that he had a deep midnight black cloak, which went all the way to the floor. From what he could see of it there was a silver outline around the edges of it on the outside.
It seemed that the ritual incorporated some of what he was used to wearing into his look now. /I wonder if that was supposed to happen?/
Harry didn't think on the ritual's changes for to long. Instead, he glanced over at Genie. "I… uhh.. thanks Genie."
He smiled at his blue friend, who was becoming more and more important to him in this strange new version of the world.
Genie just gave him a knowing smile and ruffled his hair a little. Unlike Genie, whose hair was at the back of his head in a small pony-tail, he still had his trade mark messy hair.
Harry suddenly wished he had a mirror so he could see what he looked like completely. He jumped a foot in the air when a full length mirror suddenly appeared in front of him. /how…? what in the world?/
Off to the side, Genie chuckled at his reaction. But Harry didn't take any notice. He was caught up by what he saw with his eyes. Instead of being just the bright emerald green that everyone always said were just like his mothers, there was now gold swirling around in a sea of emerald. The gold reminded him of the sand Voldemort used in his ritual and the magic that now flowed through his body. Like the gold was a representation of the magic now inside of him. He also noticed that his eyes seemed bigger somehow, just a little.
"My eyes… they changed…" Harry wasn't aware he had said that out loud. Genie came up behind him in the mirror to see what he was looking at. Harry noted absently that he only came up to the beginning of Genie's chest. He vaguely wondered if he would continue growing now that he was like this.
"What color were they before?" Genie's questions focused Harry back to the present.
"They were the same color as my pants. A bright emerald green…. Everyone always told me I had my mother's eyes." The last part was whispered, but Genie heard it loud and clear.
The implications behind that statement were more far reaching than he cared to admit to Harry, and Genie didn't know how to break the news to him yet. Not when there was hope Cassim might use one of his wishes to set the boy free. If they could do that, then there might be a chance the consequences wouldn't be as bad as they could be...
He'd have to talk to Cassim about that.
On the outside, however, Genie didn't show any of the thoughts swirling around like a monsoon in his head.
All Genie said was, "I'm sorry."
It didn't even begin to cover what he was sorry for… but it would have to do for now. He would tell Harry the news… but not today. Not when he's had so many shocks. Not when there was hope he might be able to be set free before this man who changed him could get a hold of the lamp.
While Genie was lost in his thoughts, Harry examined the rest of his body. He still had the same build as before, but his skin was a silverish color as were his shoes. He looked like he was a mascot for Slytherin house… all he was missing was the snake forked tongue….
Harry quickly stuck out his tongue and sighed when he saw it looked like any other normal tongue. His attention turned to his ears, which were pointed like Genie's. He didn't have an earring, but thought that was best. He didn't think he could handle having anymore unwanted jewelry on his body... Around his wrists was the only gold thing on his person. He wasn't sure what they were for, but thought the cuffs were somehow connected to his prison, or lamp - depending on how you looked at it. There looked to be no physical way to take them off and felt like they were apart of the magic flowing through him.
When Harry finished his examination of his new body, he wondered how to get rid of the mirror. It poofed itself out of existence, exactly like how it got there. Harry wondered who was controlling the magic, him or Genie.
"Finished then?" Genie poofed himself around Harry when he saw the mirror disappear, /he seems to be getting the hang of this a little… even if it's unconsciously./
Harry didn't jump when Genie poofed in front of him, which Genie took as a good sign. "Why don't I go get my friends in here. They're mortals and a magic carpet. Two of them were the ones to find your lamp."
The unspoken, it's a good thing they did, otherwise we might not have met, was left unsaid. But they both heard it loud and clear.
The topic was changed to something less tension building, "The others don't speak this language, as you could probably tell. We'll have to use their language. And before you ask how to use it... You'll just have to want to be able to communicate with them… That covers speaking, understanding and writing."
Genie paused for a moment, then said, "See if you can make yourself communicate with me using this language…"
Harry momentarily tensed as Genie switched to the language Voldemort had used to turn him into a genie. But realized that Genie wasn't going to hurt him and the blue genie trusted his friends not to either. It wasn't the language that would hurt him, it was the person who used it.
A lesson Harry knew all to well.
Harry had no reason to fear the words Genie was saying because he trusted him. Voldemort, on the other hand, he did not trust. Harry willed himself to be able to continue communicating with Genie in this new language. He used his memory of the words to guide his intent with this new, strange magic.
Harry hesitated slightly then softly said, "Can you understand me now? Did it work?"
Genie's bright smile was all the reassurance he needed to know that he had done it right. Harry gave him a small smile in return.
Genie ruffled his hair then said, "I'll be right back with the others. You just stay in here alright?"
Harry nodded and watched as Genie poofed out of the cave. He looked around for the first time since coming out of the lamp and really took in his surroundings. As he examined the walls and small window like crevices, he realized he was probably in a cave somewhere. Where exactly he wasn't sure, but the walls and lighting all pointed to a cave type room.
He wondered how the others got in and out of this little hideaway, /do they have magic as well? Genie did mention something about a magic carpet…/
His thoughts were interrupted, however, as a rock wall seemed to slide into the surrounding rocks, creating a doorway to the outside world. Framed in it was a man with a parrot on his shoulder. Another man was behind him with a monkey on his shoulder and a ...flying rug? At his side. Genie was flying around behind all of them with a small encouraging smile on his face.
Harry took in all of this rather quickly and then turned his attention to the man at the front of the group, with the parrot. The new genie took an involuntary step back as fear gripped him when he realized this was the man he believed to be Voldemort disguised with polyjuice potion. The one who first released from the lamp.
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(The conversation between father and son outside Cassim's hideout when Genie kicked them all out…)
Father and son scrambled out of the hide out, with their respective side kicks on their shoulders. Carpet flew out after them right as the door was closing and settled on the ground.
Aladdin and Cassim looked at each other uneasily. "You don't think your genie friend would hurt the boy… do you?"
"Genie? He's never hurt a fly… unless of course you count the time Jafar was in control of his lamp… but even then…. No. There has to be something else going on." Aladdin rubbed his chin and thought back on Genie's reaction to the boy. Or rather, what he seemed to be saying… /That's it!/
"I think Genie understood what he was saying. And wasn't to happy with what he heard…." Abu and Carpet both gave affirmative nods of agreement.
"The question is, what was he saying that would cause Genie to react that way? I know I didn't like the tone behind the words, and that was without understanding what was being said." Iago chimed in from Cassim's shoulder.
"The silver genie was worse that time. Like he thought we were going to seriously hurt him…" Cassim thought back on the two different reactions from the small silver genie and compared them. "Either way, I'm not happy about the situation at all."
"But what happened to him to make him so afraid? And why wasn't he speaking our language?" Maybe it was seeing the small genie so afraid, or maybe it was that he seemed so child like, but Aladdin felt himself slip back into over protective parent mode like he was with Jasmine now a days.
Iago seemed to sense another worried parent rant coming on and attempted to change the subject away from the small genie, "Oh no you don't! No, soon to be parent and I'm a basket case because of it, rants until your back at the palace and Jasmine is around to hear them. And then only when I'M loooong gone. Once is more than enough for me."
Cassim was thankful for the subject change, anything to get his mind off the haunted eyes of the silver genie as he was returned to the lamp when Iago left to find Aladdin. This particular subject change had him perking up slightly. "What's this about being a father?"
Abu made an "oh no," sound and covered his head with his arms. Carpet also seemed to be making motions of ex-nay on the parent talk.
"Jasmine's three months pregnant. I've been so worried about her and the baby…. I don't know what to do… how to act…. I'm scared to death! I mean it's not like I had a model to take after from my own childhood…." Aladdin realized a second to late what he had said, but didn't take back the words. This had been bothering him a lot over the past year or so and he needed to hash it out with his own father. Even if neither of them liked it to much.
Cassim flinched back as the words registered. Aladdin was right. He hadn't been there for his family. He thought he and Aladdin had worked this out but apparently with the idea of being a father himself, it was bringing up old fears.
"I did say I was sorry about that." Cassim said it quietly, but he knew it was heard.
"I know. And we did talk about this before you left… but, well I don't want to mess this up. I'm scared that I'll be a horrible father or do something that will have my child growing up on the streets like I did."
Cassim put a hand around Aladdin's shoulder, "The worst thing you could do as a father, would be to walk out on Jasmine and your child, never to return, on some half baked scheme to get rich or something similar."
"I would never leave Jasmine! Or our child! Ever!" Aladdin violently denied the point just made. His arms waved, as if to help emphasize his claim.
"Then, aside from not over spoiling the child, you should be a great father. Besides you'll have your friends there to help you. You won't need to worry about living on the streets because you'll be Sultan when Jasmine's father passes on."
"But what if they turn out like those snobs that were trying to court Jasmine? That would be even worse…"
"Then you teach them the value of good character and how to behave appropriately. You turned out just fine and Jasmine can help you with the technical things as well for the kid. If they become snobbish, just knock them down a few pegs. Besides, I was the same way with your mother when she was pregnant with you. She said the same thing to me, except with the whole snobby suitor issue."
Aladdin looked slightly better about the whole being a parent thing. "Thanks dad…"
"Besides, if it's a girl and she's the one being courted… well you are friends with a genie who has semi phenomenal, nearly cosmic powers…."
That got a chuckle out of Aladdin, "That's true enough…"
Iago, who had been resting his eyes for the duration of their conversation finally decided to throw his two cents in, "Hey! Don't get to excited there Cassim. Al's having a kid… you know what that means right? YOU'RE going to be a GRANDFATHER. Doesn't that make you feel old gramps?"
Iago quickly dodged the swat from his partner in crime, and landed on Carpet. Aladdin was chuckling at their antics.
Anything else they were going to say was cut off by the sound of Genie poofing next to carpet and scaring Iago enough to give a slightly girlish scream.
However, to this day he still denies the whole thing.
"Genie?" Father and son looked over at Genie, who was pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers and looked to be attempting to calm himself down. The normally humor filled genie rubbed a hand over his face and across his head.
"You're going to free him from being a genie on your first wish." Genie looked directly at Cassim. Being a free genie himself, he could get away with saying that to someone who was master to another genie.
It made Genie feel slightly better about the whole situation.
Cassim's eyebrows shot up, "What happened to him? Is he alright?" He momentarily avoided giving a yes or no response to Genie's statement.
The other's caught his slight avoidance, but also wanted to know what was happening with the small silver genie more. They let it slide for now.
Genie also noted the avoidance, but also knew the other would agree once he knew what was happening. With more seriousness around mortals than he ever used before, Genie began explaining what had happened with the silver genie.
"His name is Harry. He was turned into a genie against his will by an evil sorcerer, bent on using him against his family and friends… possibly even world domination…. He didn't realize that's what had happened to him and believed Cassim was the man who changed him," Genie looked over at the former king of thieves with his last statement to gage his reaction.
Shock and surprise met his look and Genie knew Cassim would be willing to help Harry, even before the other realized it himself. After thousands of years of servitude, Genie was pretty good at reading people.
"That's… horrible. Why would someone do that to a child?" Aladdin was having a hard time processing the information from Genie.
"That's not even all of it. The ritual the sorcerer used...it involved a lot of pain on Harry's part. Especially since he wasn't willingly changed. That made it even worse. I haven't told him that yet and I don't want you guys saying anything to him either. He's been through a lot and I don't want you to make it worse for him if you can stop it."
Genie began pacing as he continued. It looked like he needed to keep moving to stop himself from doing something else. No body was sure what he was stopping himself from doing, but it probably didn't bode well for whoever turned Harry.
The others were silently listening intently to Genie's words, afraid to do something that would further harm the boy. "He doesn't understand what being a genie means and what he's now capable of. I'm hoping you will free him before he needs to be put through that. He can't consciously control the magic he's able to wield right now. But I can help him with that later on. You need to stay calm with him and be patient. Al, this would be a good chance for you to practice for when you have kids, before Jasmine makes it so you can't have any more…"
The small attempt at humor helped lighten the mood a little bit.
"Hey!" Aladdin's indignant response had the others chuckling.
"Come on. I told him I was coming out to get you guys so you could meet him properly. We should be heading back inside." The others all nodded at Genie's last words.
Cassim moved to open the door again and they all walked inside the hide out. Iago was on Cassim's shoulder as they lead the way with Abu and Aladdin following behind them. Genie and carpet were the last ones inside, Genie giving Harry a small smile of encouragement over the other's heads.
Harry, they noted, was standing up watching them from across the hide out. He was slightly different from Genie in appearance and had a cloak around his shoulders that wasn't there before when he had a tail. When Harry's eyes fell on Cassim he had a momentary look of fear in his eyes and took a small step away from him.
Cassim noticed the fear and looked slightly hurt at the reaction. Logically he knew Harry might still believe him to be the one that turned him, hence the fear. It only lasted a second, before Harry shook the fear away and stepped closer to them.
"Harry, these are my friends, Cassim, Iago, Aladdin, Abu and Carpet." As Genie said each person's name, he pointed them out in some way, shape or form.
"Guys, this is Harry." Genie went up next to him and threw an arm around the small genie's shoulder. As if to reassure him and lower his unease with so many strangers surrounding him.
Carpet was the first to make a move. He flew over to Genie and Harry and held out a tasseled corner like a hand. Harry smiled slightly as he shook the tassels.
"Hello everyone." Harry turned his eyes to Cassim and Iago, "You were the ones who rubbed the lamp and let me out…. Thank you."
Cassim and Iago weren't sure what to say to that, so they settled with a small smile and a nod of the head.
Aladdin stepped up to Harry and Genie, who still had his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Hi Harry. I'm glad my dad was able to find you and you were able to meet Genie. We want to help you with the whole being stuck as a genie thing, and my dad, Cassim was going to use his first wish to set you free."
Disbelief and shock were waging war on Harry's face, "Really?" He turned to Cassim, who was picking up the lamp, "you would do that for me?"
Cassim had evidence of shock on his own face, Harry sounded like very few people ever did anything to help him without expecting something in return. It reminded him of his own childhood and Aladdin's. It wasn't a happy thought at all. "Of course I would. You didn't want to be turned into a genie. There for, it wouldn't be fair of me to let you stay that way. Not when I can help."
Genie tightened his hold on Harry's shoulder briefly, "See? Didn't I tell you they wanted to help too?"
He felt Harry relax a bit more under his arm and patted his shoulder. "Let's do this then! No time like the present I always say…"
Cassim nodded at Genie's slight hint to get this done with. "I wish for the freedom of the genie known as Harry, from his service and imprisonment in the lamp."
Nothing happened for a couple of seconds. Suddenly the lamp began to glow bright red and got really hot. Cassim let out a hiss of pain and dropped the lamp to the floor, his hands more than slightly burned. Harry, who was waiting for something to happen, started screaming in agonizing pain as the magic flowing through his became violent towards him. The golden cuffs on his wrists glowed red to match the redness from the lamp.
"Was this supposed to happen like this?" Cassim, being the only one there not present for Genie's being set free was concerned. The others all mirrored his concern and confusion as well.
"No! Genie!! What's happening!?" Aladdin's confused question was on everyone's minds. Genie, however, didn't answer. He was to busy trying to stop the magic from further harming Harry.
"Do you remember when Jafar's lamp was destroyed? Doesn't this remind you of that??" Iago was remembering another genie, Jafar, whose lamp they had destroyed. At the time, the cruel genie also seemed to be in a lot of pain as it melted away and he was destroyed once and for all.
Without warning Harry stopped screaming as the pain stopped coursing through him. The golden cuffs around his wrists also stopped glowing red. He was shaking and encased in Genie's concerned arms.
A hissing voice seemed to fill the cave, sending shivers down everyone's spines and had Harry whimpering in terror, curling up in a small ball in Genie's lap, "Foolissssh child… did you think I would let anyone but myssself releasssse you from your imprissssonment? You will be free only when Lord Voldemort wisshessssss it." The voice laughed cruelly as it faded away into nothing.
-End Part III-
Author's note: The question has been raised about this being a slash story. As of right now the answer is no. The relationship between Harry and Genie is going to be more of parent/child and/or mentor/menti. Later, when Sev is added into the picture... I can't say yes for certain. But it might be there... if you stand on your head and squint really hard... :p I don't want to give away any secrets for later yet... -sneaks away-