Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Aladdin, but do you really need me to say that?
Oh I come from a land
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear /Where it's flat and immense
If they don't like your face /And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey--it's home!
When the wind's at your back
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down,
Stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night!
Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes.
Ah, Salaam and good evening to you worthy reader.
Please, please, come closer. Too close, a little too close. There. Welcome to Agrabah. City of mystery, of enchantment, and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today, come on down! Heh, heh. Look at this! Yes! Combination hookah and coffee maker--also makes Julienne fries. Will not break, will not- it broke. Ooohhh! Look at this! I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen. Ah, still good. Wait, don't go! I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think then, you would be most rewarded to consider...this. Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts. This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of four young peoples' lives. Ones who like this lamp were more than what they seemed. Diamonds in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale? It begins on a bright spring day, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where four of its students stumble upon this adventure.
"Hermione, where are you taking us?" Ron Weasley complained. He was beginning to regret throwing on the heavy black school robes as the stone hallways grew warmer. Hermione Granger huffed in irritation.
"I already told you, it's a surprise!" She shifted her bag to the other shoulder and trudged on.
"It's the first nice day in a week, and you're dragging us around the inside of the castle! Ow!" Ron cursed as a hand made contact with the back of his head. His sister, Ginny rolled her eyes as she withdrew her hand. Harry Potter walked quietly beside the other three, content to listen to the rather violent conversation than be apart of it. The year had been very busy for them, what with Ron, Hermione, and himself now up to their ears in sixth year curriculum, and Ginny in her OWL year. Today they finally had a free Saturday and wanted to make the most of it. Then Hermione discovered something which sent them on the group's castle expedition. Harry pushed up his sleeves against the unusually warm temperature. He secretly hoped it wouldn't take too long, he had vaguely mused on going for a swim in the lake.
"Ah, here we are," Hermione exclaimed. Harry blinked. In front of them was a large, old wooden door that he was sure hadn't been there before. It was a rich brown, with ornate carvings snaking along the border. With a heave, Hermione opened it.
"Well… this is a surprise. A library," Ron sneered. Hermione frowned at him then walked in.
"I found it last night on my home from dinner. Isn't it interesting?" she asked, her voice echoing off of high ceilings. Ginny followed her in, gazing around. Sunlight poured in from the many windows, turning her long hair fiery. Harry too looked around.
"Er- yeah, Hermione. Really cool," Harry said, feeling someone should answer. She beamed at him then turned to Ron.
"You could at least come in you know." Ron smirked and stayed in the door. With a groan of frustration, she threw her hands in the air, then walked to the far wall, scanning the books. Harry glared at Ron.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. Harry jerked his head towards Hermione. "Fine." He walked after her, muttering all the way.
Harry shook his head, turning to share a look with Ginny, only to find her gone. She had wandered over to a small round table in the center of the room. Harry walked over and looked over her shoulder. The table was the same wood and held the same carvings as the door. Onits surfacewas a blue silk pillow and nestled daintily on top of it was an old, rusted lamp.
"What d'ya suppose it's here for?" Ginny breathed, in awe of the ancient piece. Harry looked at her, not sure what had her so enthralled. Or why she was whispering.
"I dunno." She hesitated, then picked it up. Nothing happened. Harry raised an eyebrow, not impressed. Ginny squinted at it.
"I think there's writing on it, but I can't read it. Stupid rust." She lifted a hand and scrubbed at its side.
Suddenly, the lamp shot out of her hands and into the air above the table. A strong wind came out of no where, blowing Ginny's hair in Harry's face. Books flapped open, the curtains on the windows fluttered wildly.
"What's going on!" Ron yelled against the freak gale in the library. Hermione and him ran over ducking to avoid the occasional flying book. Harry felt grit fill his mouth and spat. Sand! He wondered. Where did that come from?
Ginny stared at the lamp, transfixed. Without warning, she felt an invisible force pull her forward. She struggled, grinding her heels into the stone floor. It did no good. She came closer and closer and-.
"Ginny!" Harry cried when she disappeared. Ron and Hermione felt the pull to and stumbled into each other, emitting twin cries of pain, before they too were gone.
"Ron, Hermione!" Harry was now frantic. They were gone! Not knowing what to do, he felt a force push him forward. Harry ran towards the lamp, intent on finding his friends, and disappeared as well.
With one last rush, the winds died down. The displaced books flew back to their places, the curtains stilled. The old lamp floated gracefully down to settle on its pillow, the room looked once again as if it hadn't been disturbed in centuries.
A/N: wow, didn't see that one coming, did ya? I'll update soon! And please feel free to R&R…