Ron came into the hotel room and sat beside Harry who was looking at the lamp he just found in the river.
"What have you got there, Harry?" Ron asked looking over his shoulder.
Harry stuffed it under the covers, and turned to Ron. "Ahhh! What happened to you?!" he screamed.
Ron looked down, Harry couldn't tell if he was blushing or not, his face was as red as his hair.
"Sun burnt..." Ron sighed.
"I see.. didn't you wear sun screen?"
"Yeah."
"Sun Block?"
"Yeah."
"Your brothers?"
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"So what do you have?" Ron asked again.
"A found it in the market place... it's nothing special."
"So? I still want to see it." Ron said stubbornly, and pushed Harry off the bed and tried to look for it.
Harry rolled onto the floor with the lamp in his hands and scuttled to the so called bathroom. Sitting on the toilet he looked over the chrome of the lamp, 'Ooh shiny. oh no, there is dirt!' the thought. Rubbing the dirt off, it started to turn pink. Every second it became brighter and brighter, soon a green mist came swirling from the spout.
A huge green figure was floating in front of him. Large very dark blue eyes stared at him impatiently. Harry stared at him in a transfixed way.
"So, what are you looking at?" he asked shrilly.
"You." Harry said. "What are you doing here in my bathroom?"
"Oh well, you summoned me here." he said his voice still quite high. "Now why did you summon me here to this small *sniffs* arg icky room? That should be the question." he said matter-of-factly still in a high voice.
"Well I didn't summon you." Harry also said matter-of-factly.
"Well yes you did. YOU rubbed my lamp." he stared at Harry. "Didn't you know that the lamp you are holding is my home, my Genie home." he emphasized the word "Genie".
"Genie?" Harry said, in amazement, then leaned back a bit too far and fell into the toilet (not flush-able...) "Ahh!" he screamed. "Help!" he looked at the genie.
"Wish yourself out." he said plainly.
"I wish... Hey no way am I going to use a wish for this. I'll just ask my friend Ron. You get back in that lamp of yours while I get him." he stared at the Green genie. "Ron?"
"What?"
"Help?" he asked meekly.
"Where are you?" his friend asked.
"Wash room."
"Uh.... sorry your going to have to help yourself on that...."
"Darn." came the reply from inside the bathroom.
AN: So.. since I have trouble with humor, I would like you people who are reading this to help me with a small thing. Wishes. Harry needs to wish for something.. or Ron can steal it and wish for him or... so on. Anyway, I would like ideas for wishes Harry could make.
Limitations are: unlimited wishes
"What have you got there, Harry?" Ron asked looking over his shoulder.
Harry stuffed it under the covers, and turned to Ron. "Ahhh! What happened to you?!" he screamed.
Ron looked down, Harry couldn't tell if he was blushing or not, his face was as red as his hair.
"Sun burnt..." Ron sighed.
"I see.. didn't you wear sun screen?"
"Yeah."
"Sun Block?"
"Yeah."
"Your brothers?"
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"So what do you have?" Ron asked again.
"A found it in the market place... it's nothing special."
"So? I still want to see it." Ron said stubbornly, and pushed Harry off the bed and tried to look for it.
Harry rolled onto the floor with the lamp in his hands and scuttled to the so called bathroom. Sitting on the toilet he looked over the chrome of the lamp, 'Ooh shiny. oh no, there is dirt!' the thought. Rubbing the dirt off, it started to turn pink. Every second it became brighter and brighter, soon a green mist came swirling from the spout.
A huge green figure was floating in front of him. Large very dark blue eyes stared at him impatiently. Harry stared at him in a transfixed way.
"So, what are you looking at?" he asked shrilly.
"You." Harry said. "What are you doing here in my bathroom?"
"Oh well, you summoned me here." he said his voice still quite high. "Now why did you summon me here to this small *sniffs* arg icky room? That should be the question." he said matter-of-factly still in a high voice.
"Well I didn't summon you." Harry also said matter-of-factly.
"Well yes you did. YOU rubbed my lamp." he stared at Harry. "Didn't you know that the lamp you are holding is my home, my Genie home." he emphasized the word "Genie".
"Genie?" Harry said, in amazement, then leaned back a bit too far and fell into the toilet (not flush-able...) "Ahh!" he screamed. "Help!" he looked at the genie.
"Wish yourself out." he said plainly.
"I wish... Hey no way am I going to use a wish for this. I'll just ask my friend Ron. You get back in that lamp of yours while I get him." he stared at the Green genie. "Ron?"
"What?"
"Help?" he asked meekly.
"Where are you?" his friend asked.
"Wash room."
"Uh.... sorry your going to have to help yourself on that...."
"Darn." came the reply from inside the bathroom.
AN: So.. since I have trouble with humor, I would like you people who are reading this to help me with a small thing. Wishes. Harry needs to wish for something.. or Ron can steal it and wish for him or... so on. Anyway, I would like ideas for wishes Harry could make.
Limitations are: unlimited wishes