A/N: sorry for the long delay for this update. Warning this chapter is full of randomness.
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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting in Ron and Harry's room now talking like civilized human beings.
"So all of you guys know about Genie." Harry concluded.
Everyone nodded.
"And how many were owners of Genie?"
Ron and Ginny put up their hands.
Hermione looked around in astonishment, "Why didn't I know about any of this?"
"Does everyone have to know about the existence of a genie?" Ginny asked.
"Well the ministry does." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"The ministry can go to frickin' hell." Harry hissed.
"But dad works there." Ron sniffled. "Where would we get our money from then?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "I wished for large amounts of money brother dear, so the ministry can go to frickin' hell."
"That was you?!" Ron asked.
"Yes. Now can we get back to finding out who owns the stupid lamp?"
"I found it first, I should own it, anyway with all the bad luck I get, I deserve it." Harry finalized the subject.
"Well then who gets Genie after you use your three wishes?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah 'cause you can't wish for more wishes." Ron said but was soon overcomed by a migraine.
"Well duh." Hermione said. "It's against the rules."
"No no--" Ron just quit trying to explain because he started to see double, for the information beforehand was too much for his head.
"Well how do you know I won't set him free?" Harry asked everyone.
"Because no one has set any of us free yet." came the garbled voice of Genie from inside his lamp.
"Oh you poor poor thing!" Hermione said sadly. "We must uphold genies' rights!" she said jumping up and conjuring up buttons.
"Not again!" Ginny and Harry said together.
Ron took one of the buttons to examine, "URG?"
"Yes! Uphold the Rights of Genies." she said happily. "I will set forth to spread the word." Hermione left the room.
"Finally." Ginny sunk to the floor.
"Do any of you guys think she'll succeed?" Ron asked.
"Do we care?" Ginny asked.
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Somewhere in a dark room...
"You what?!" came a hiss.
"I am sorry master it -- it won't happen again." a small voice whimpered.
"I am positive you won't. And for your insolence of not finding me a genie--"
"No no not that!!!!" the small voice screamed.
"Ticklis!"
Huge fits of laughter came from nowhere.
"You..." long pause. "God is this all I have?" Voldemort looks around at his death eaters.
"Yes, sorry master, you killed most of us off." a voice answered.
"I did?" Longer pause. "Oh yeah! Well anyway, you there..... Luncinda?" he pointed at a sneering man with long blond hair.
"Lucius, my lord." he corrected.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Should I answer this?" he whispered to a fellow death eater.
"I wouldn't." came the response.
"No..?"
"Alright, well anyway you can finish off what Wormtail attempted."
"Yes my lord." Lucinda walks out with giggling laughter behind him.
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Potter winced during the discussion of who would own Genie.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Voldemort is around, duh." Ginny said.
"Voldemort?" Ron said. "Wait you said his name!"
"You did too." Ginny threw back.
"Oh yeah."
"Okay you two just say Voldemort ten times fast and get over your fear of saying it." Harry dared.
While the Weasley's were doing this a knock was heard at the door. Harry went to get it and came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"Hi!" Harry said. "I suppose a git like yourself did not come here to redeem yourself to goodness?"
"No, I was wondering if you have any junk for my lord?"
"Ha, I beat you!" Ron yelled at his sister. "Junk? I have loads of junk to give." he started to rummage through his belongs and came out with a maroon sweater, maroon dress robes, Scabbers' cage, and a lamp.
He threw it to Lucius, who looked through it and smiled, "Thanks."
"Weirdo." Harry rolled his eyes.
Ginny was staring at a spot on the bed, "What did you give him?"
"Oh, my sweater, dress robes, and a lamp."
"Lamp?!" Ginny dived for him and started to roll around.
"What kind of lamp?" Harry asked Ron.
"An old oil lamp I just -- Poop." Ron threw his sister off of him and chased after Lucius yelling, "You get back here you stupid git!"
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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting in Ron and Harry's room now talking like civilized human beings.
"So all of you guys know about Genie." Harry concluded.
Everyone nodded.
"And how many were owners of Genie?"
Ron and Ginny put up their hands.
Hermione looked around in astonishment, "Why didn't I know about any of this?"
"Does everyone have to know about the existence of a genie?" Ginny asked.
"Well the ministry does." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"The ministry can go to frickin' hell." Harry hissed.
"But dad works there." Ron sniffled. "Where would we get our money from then?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "I wished for large amounts of money brother dear, so the ministry can go to frickin' hell."
"That was you?!" Ron asked.
"Yes. Now can we get back to finding out who owns the stupid lamp?"
"I found it first, I should own it, anyway with all the bad luck I get, I deserve it." Harry finalized the subject.
"Well then who gets Genie after you use your three wishes?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah 'cause you can't wish for more wishes." Ron said but was soon overcomed by a migraine.
"Well duh." Hermione said. "It's against the rules."
"No no--" Ron just quit trying to explain because he started to see double, for the information beforehand was too much for his head.
"Well how do you know I won't set him free?" Harry asked everyone.
"Because no one has set any of us free yet." came the garbled voice of Genie from inside his lamp.
"Oh you poor poor thing!" Hermione said sadly. "We must uphold genies' rights!" she said jumping up and conjuring up buttons.
"Not again!" Ginny and Harry said together.
Ron took one of the buttons to examine, "URG?"
"Yes! Uphold the Rights of Genies." she said happily. "I will set forth to spread the word." Hermione left the room.
"Finally." Ginny sunk to the floor.
"Do any of you guys think she'll succeed?" Ron asked.
"Do we care?" Ginny asked.
*
Somewhere in a dark room...
"You what?!" came a hiss.
"I am sorry master it -- it won't happen again." a small voice whimpered.
"I am positive you won't. And for your insolence of not finding me a genie--"
"No no not that!!!!" the small voice screamed.
"Ticklis!"
Huge fits of laughter came from nowhere.
"You..." long pause. "God is this all I have?" Voldemort looks around at his death eaters.
"Yes, sorry master, you killed most of us off." a voice answered.
"I did?" Longer pause. "Oh yeah! Well anyway, you there..... Luncinda?" he pointed at a sneering man with long blond hair.
"Lucius, my lord." he corrected.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Should I answer this?" he whispered to a fellow death eater.
"I wouldn't." came the response.
"No..?"
"Alright, well anyway you can finish off what Wormtail attempted."
"Yes my lord." Lucinda walks out with giggling laughter behind him.
*
Potter winced during the discussion of who would own Genie.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Voldemort is around, duh." Ginny said.
"Voldemort?" Ron said. "Wait you said his name!"
"You did too." Ginny threw back.
"Oh yeah."
"Okay you two just say Voldemort ten times fast and get over your fear of saying it." Harry dared.
While the Weasley's were doing this a knock was heard at the door. Harry went to get it and came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"Hi!" Harry said. "I suppose a git like yourself did not come here to redeem yourself to goodness?"
"No, I was wondering if you have any junk for my lord?"
"Ha, I beat you!" Ron yelled at his sister. "Junk? I have loads of junk to give." he started to rummage through his belongs and came out with a maroon sweater, maroon dress robes, Scabbers' cage, and a lamp.
He threw it to Lucius, who looked through it and smiled, "Thanks."
"Weirdo." Harry rolled his eyes.
Ginny was staring at a spot on the bed, "What did you give him?"
"Oh, my sweater, dress robes, and a lamp."
"Lamp?!" Ginny dived for him and started to roll around.
"What kind of lamp?" Harry asked Ron.
"An old oil lamp I just -- Poop." Ron threw his sister off of him and chased after Lucius yelling, "You get back here you stupid git!"