Title: Harry Potter; Sa'd al-bari of the Lamp
Author: Little Angel
Pairings: Genie/Eden; Dandji/Harry (Sa'd al-bari) – all het
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/
"Genie conversations"
Sa'd al-bari is Arabic for "lucky star of the excellent one"
Part XVIII: To Remembrall or to not Remembrall… THAT is the question (an interlude conversation between Harry and Sirius)
Forty-five minutes later, Severus had the lamp tucked away into his robs with the genie back inside, and was making his way out of Hogwarts towards the edge of the wards. When he was clear, he apparated to London - specifically, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. He again passed through the wards with no problems and made his way into the kitchen area, where he could hear arguing happening between the younger Weasleys, Granger and the Headmaster.
With a smirk, the feared Slytherin burst into the kitchen, scaring the teens in the room with the entrance. None of them noticed the small bug like creature fly out of the lamp hidden in his robs, that made it's way up the stairs and onto the second floor of the hideout, looking around with curiosity.
As Harry made his way through the house in bug form, he noticed a lot of the magic sticking to the structure of the house was tainted and almost evil in nature. What was once a true dark magic house, had been warped into something terrible. /I wonder who was responsible for that? /
As Harry had that thought, a door opened at the far end of the second floor. Harry made his way closer in time to hear, "Alright Siri. You don't have to come downstairs, but at least eat something on the tray. It's not going to do you any good to waste away to nothing. The Order still needs your help."
There was no reply from inside. Intrigued Harry made his way into the room before Remus could shut the door. He was careful not to touch the werewolf, or any part of the room- the floors, walls, ceiling, furniture. /I don't like the feel of this house… not one bit. /
He shuddered as the door was closed, and turned his attention towards Sirius. His godfather. For some reason that time seemed so far away for Harry- another lifetime, even though he knew intellectually it was only a few years for the mortal across from him. He poofed into his genie form making sure to keep his appearance that of an adult genie, and looked crestfallen at the sight of his godfather. He almost wished Genie was in the room with him, for support. But he knew this was something he needed to do alone.
Sirius, for his part, looked worse off then Harry's third year, when he was on the run from the dementors. In less than twenty-four hours, Sirius went from hopeful and optimistic, to dreary and despondent. He looked like death warmed over, a shell of the man he could have been, if there was still hope to find his godson. His entire posture was defeated. His hair was limp and greasy and his eyes had big dark circles. His shoulders were slumped, and it was like the dementors had come in the night and stolen his soul.
Harry floated a little closer towards the bed, and Sirius still didn't acknowledge he was in the room. Harry twitched his hand and put up a privacy ward around the room. He wasn't sure who all was in the house, and he didn't want this conversation to be overheard by anyone. When he was almost touching the bed where Sirius was slouched over he spoke, "Sirius?"
Sirius didn't so much as twitch.
"Sirius? It's me, the genie…Sa'd al-bari? Do you remember me?" Harry floated up over the bed, facing Sirius head on.
Still nothing from his godfather.
"Look, I'm sorry I showed you what happened to your godson last night. I didn't want you to have to go through that… ever. But I couldn't stop the wish from being granted… I… I want to share something with you. But I can't do that if you keep acting like I'm not here… It's about... well… It's about something really important to you… Harry."
THAT got Sirius' attention. He drew his eyes together and looked, well glared up at the genie floating in front of him. Harry tried very hard not to flinch back under the glare being directed at him by his godfather, and meet his look head on. "And what could you possibly have to tell me about my DEAD godson!"
His voice was like ice, and this time Harry did flinch back a little. But instead of answering verbally, he produced a small glowing red ball very similar to the remembrall that Neville had in Harry's first year at Hogwarts. He floated it over to his godfather and pleaded with his eyes that he grab it.
"You have to hold this… otherwise I can't tell you what I need to. Please… do this for Harry." Harry held his non-existent breath and waited for Sirius to either take the ball, or call for help.
Very slowly, after what felt like an eternity, Sirius reached up and took the ball. It glowed brighter and felt warm in his hand. Harry exhaled and smiled a little. "Thank you. This means a lot to me."
"What is this ball?" Sirius took his eyes off the genie and examined the ball warming up his frozen hand.
"It's a remembrall- but it can be used in more than one way… Many of the ball's secrets have been lost to the wizards of today. While that ball is glowing and warm in your hand, any conversation we have cannot be seen, heard, or thought about after you put it down. It's like we didn't talk at all. Nothing anyone can do can make you remember it, or steal it from you, unless your holding the ball again later, and have activated the memory."
Sirius drew his brow together again, but this time in confusion, "But why-"
"Because your godson- Harry Potter, did not die in the ritual performed by Voldemort that night at the grave yard." Harry drew his arms across his chest and waited for a response from his godfather.
"WHAT!" He wasn't disappointed. The emotions thrown together into that one word were overwhelming to Harry. There was so much anger, fear, longing, denial, and even a little hope all mixed together. The hand clutching the ball, tightened to the point of cracking it in half. Luckily, Harry had anticipated something like that, and made the ball unbreakable.
"That night… Voldemort wasn't looking to kill Harry. He was trying to turn him into a weapon. Something all powerful, but still tied to his whims. Something that could level the world if he wished it… Something that couldn't deny him anything he wished of it actually. And… it… well… it worked- but backfired at the same time…" Harry trailed off and looked carefully at his godfather, slightly scared about how he could react. /please don't hate me… please don't hate me…/
Sirius thought over what the genie was saying and the pieces began to fall into place. The wish that couldn't be granted last night… the voice they heard when he tried to free the genie… the genie's reaction to that wish… the strange markings and sand used in Voldemort's ritual… the little ball he was grasping like a lifeline right now… the slight resemblance to James- now that he was looking for it /Oh… by the gods… no…/
"Harry?" Sirius' voice was so soft, he wasn't sure if he even said his godson's name out loud. He was staring at the genie in front of him with such intensity, that he didn't miss the slight nod of his head in response to the softly spoke name.
"I-" Anything Harry wanted to say was cut off as Sirius tackled him in a fierce hug- clutching Harry to his chest, one hand behind his head and the other tightly wrapped around his body.
Sirius was crying and babbling "I'm sorry's," and other things that Harry couldn't quite catch- being smushed up against his godfather like he was.
After a couple minutes Sirius regained control of his voice, and loosened his hold on Harry enough that he could move- some.
Harry looked up at his godfather, hopeful that he was reading his reaction right, but needing to hear it from *him* before he relaxed. "Padfoot… you… you don't hate me, do you?"
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath and pulled Harry close to him again, "Oh, Prongslet… I could never hate you… never- remember that."
Harry nodded against his godfather, and wrapped his own arms around him. He tried to ignore the fact that this hug felt so much different from the hugs Genie, Dandji, and Eden would give him- because his godfather was a mortal.
After what felt like an eternity, but was only a span of a couple minutes, the pair separated. Harry sat crossed legged, floating a couple inches above the bed, next to Sirius, who pulled his own legs out straight. He had been sitting slouched for so long, he needed to get the feeling back into them and stretch them a little.
"I'm sorry I couldn't say anything last night… But we didn't want the others to know. If Voldemort found out- it could be horrible for them! And I wouldn't be able to stop him- especially if he had my lamp! But because of your wish, the one to set me free, and the ritual, Voldemort knows that I was at Hogwarts last night."
"Then it's not safe for you there anymore! I'll speak with Dumbledore- you can stay here with me… this safe house is untraceable and undetectable- it's like it doesn't exist to those who don't know about it already. You will be safe here, until we can take care of Voldie." Sirius made to get up, but Harry twisted the blankets he was sitting on to tangle around him, trapping him in place.
"No Sirius. That's not an option. For one, Severus is my master now- not you. And the only way that would work is if he wished it. Besides, there is more going on here, than you or anyone else knows about. Severus needs my help and I will help him, that's what I am meant to do. Voldemort will make his move soon enough, and I need to be there- Trust me."
Sirius looked like he wanted to argue with that. Indeed there were a couple comments that he didn't like at all- like Snivellus being anywhere near the lamp housing his godson. However, the look on the genie version of Harry's face was enough to make him stop and think- something that didn't happen often.
The face looking back at him wasn't that of his sixteen-year old naive godson. It was the face of someone who's been through more hardships than any mortal man would know. Seen and done things in the world that he couldn't even begin to imagine. And held a wisdom that comes with living for an eternity.
Looking back at him was the shadow of his godson, combined with the wisdom and knowledge of a being locked in a cycle of change, adversity, and danger.
"Well then, I would hate to be Voldie when you get finished with him. Just keep enough of him intact for the rest of us…yeah?" Sirius smiled at Harry, who smiled back.
Message received and acknowledged. Sirius was on board with their plan, even though he didn't know it yet, or the role he would soon play.
Harry poofed a watch into existence to check the time. Surprisingly, not too much time had passed since his arrival at this house and the present. Deciding not to push his luck on when Severus would be finished with his meeting, although Harry thought he made his clues confusing enough to keep the Headmaster locked in thought for days at the least, he knew it was time to end this little meeting.
"Padfood, there's one more thing you need to know. When you put the remembrall down, yes you won't remember this conversation- BUT when you pick it up again, it will all come back to you. And, while you might not remember it consciously, deep down in your subconscious you'll know that everything is okay. It will just be a feeling- that no one else will be able to pick up on and you won't be able to explain."
Sirius nodded in understanding, "What about when other people pick up the ball?"
"Then it will act just like they know remembrall should work. By glowing red to show they've forgotten something, or do nothing at all if they haven't. It will also seem boring and they'll have the urge to put it down right away. It will only work this way for you."
Sirius nodded again, but hesitated, "I… will you do one thing for me? I know I'm not your master anymore… but I was hoping… could you show me Harry? What he would look like today?"
Harry smiled and nodded, "That's an easy one!" He did a superman turn, just for the show factor and when he stopped spinning, he looked like the sixteen-year old version of his human form.
Sirius blinked back tears again, and clutched the ball to his chest, trying to memorize the details of his godson. "Thank you Harry."
Harry nodded and poofed back to his normal form, "I have to go Siri, but remember to keep that somewhere safe, even though no one will be able to see what you see in it."
Sirius nodded distractedly, and Harry used that moment to turn into his fly form again and continue his explorations of this strange, tainted house. He slipped under the door, barely escaping from touching the floor or door itself, and made his way back down the hall way.
Coming from one of the other rooms, down at the other end of the hall, were strange strings and whispering voices. Harry recognized the voices straight away and smiled mischievously. He thought a little fun was in order after that emotional conversation with Sirius.
Harry carefully made his way into the bedroom, again not touching anything that was tainted magically, which was everything that wasn't human. /Genie would be so proud…/
-End Part XVIII-
Author's Notes Take 1: Hallo all! This is a mini update… I'm being slammed with grad school work and WORK work… it's not pretty. But I came back from a mini vacation today, and decided to heck with it! And just whipped out this little conversation, which was only supposed to be like THREE pages in the rest of "The Order of Iag-er the Phoenix Part II" but well… it took on a life of it's own- so I thought I should post it. :X
SO what you have is an interlude(ish) chapter, that's about as long as a regular chapter, but sitting BETWEEN the previous chapter, which was part one, and the completion of the second part of that chapter- which is the next chapter… does that make any sense? Anyone?
I feel very Dan Brown/ Angels and Demons(ish) right now. x_x;;;
Author's Notes Take 2: I can't guarantee when the next chapter will be out… but I will say this: If it's NOT out by July 4th, then it will probably be out by mid-august. Sorry about the delay, but July is a big hunk of time that I can't mess with…it's really bad as is… crazy grad school.