a/n: Hey guys, I'm back! Thanks to HakushoRurouni and Stylin'Fire for the reviews and ideas. Well here's the disclaimer again:
Disclaimer—I don't own Harry Potter or Aladdin, even though I really, really want to!
Harry groaned, feeling stiff all over. His four-poster had never felt so hard and uncomfortable. Rolling over, he opened his eyes to find himself face to face with a… camel?
With a start, Harry sprang (a/n: sprung?) to his feet and looked wildly around. He was in the midst of what seemed to be a market place. A worn dirt road was lined with brown brick buildings. It seemed vendors were everywhere, yelling praises of their wares. Camels, sheep, and other various animals were milling around freely, Harry seemed to have woken up in one of the herds. People of all races, though most tanned and dark haired, filled the street, bartering and bargaining in various languages.
"Harry?" Ron emerged from the animals, looking dazed. He was dressed oddly. He had a sort of cloth hat, which wound around and partially covered his bright hair, was bare-chested but for a patched purple vest, and dirty, though once white, loose pants that ended mid-calf. Between hooves and dust, Harry glimpsed bare feet.
It was too much for poor Harry. Between the odd dress, and watching him pop up from amid the livestock, he couldn't stifle a laugh. Ron scowled.
"Think I'm bad? Take a look in the mirror, mate." Harry glanced down, surprised. Indeed, he was wearing similar pants and vest (though the vest was green), and was bare foot. However, rather than the cloth hat, Harry found he wore a ridiculous little fez. Shrugging, he plopped it back on his head.
"I don't suppose you know where we are then?" Harry asked hopefully. His hopes were dashed when Ron shook his head.
"Haven't the foggiest." He scratched his head, then gazed just over Harry's left shoulder. "What's that?" Harry turned. A sign was posted on the wall behind him. Together they managed to wade through the flock, which decided only after the strange boys were out that it was time to move on.
The paper looked newly made, and contained two pictures that strongly reminded Harry of mug shots. The weird thing was, the pictures were of Ron and him. Below Ron's picture was the name 'Aladdin', beneath Harry's was the name 'Abu'. Above both of them, very large, clear letters spelled 'WANTED'. Harry gulped. Ron groaned.
"Great! This is just great! We have no idea where we are, we look stupid, your name's Abu, and we're wanted for arrest--!"
"And we have no idea where Hermione and Ginny are." Harry added.
"And we have no idea where Hermione and Ginny are!" Ron fumed, "How could this possibly get any worse?"
"Get them!" a loud voice cried behind them.
"You had to ask," Harry muttered, and they took off in the opposite direction. Harry glanced back. Four large, burly guards were after them. Four large, burly guards with swords were after them. Bugger. Gasping, the two boys sprinted into the crowd. No luck. You just don't stand in the way of a guy with a sword. The street turned a sharp corner. Rounding it, Harry felt an arm reach out and snatch his sleeve. He tumbled sideways into an ally, picking up a delightful mouthful of dust on the way. He heard Ron swearing angrily beside him.
"Thank goodness I found you two!" Harry lost the urge to want to throttle the hooded stranger.
"'ermione?" Ron gasped out. "Where d'ya come from?"
"Nevermind that now," she whispered, fingering her hood nervously.
"Do you know what's going on?" Harry asked as she helped them up.
"Not exactly, but I have a theory. This place seems to replicate the story of 'Aladdin'—"
"Ron isn't that your name?" Harry interrupted, his brain trying to remember any of the stories he had heard his aunt tell Dudley. In the shadow of the building Harry couldn't tell, but Harry was sure Hermione turned pink.
"Yea, that's what the sign said." he mused.
"Sign?" Hermione questioned. Ron puffed out his chest and smirked.
"Why, haven't you heard? Me 'n Harry, here, we're wanted for arrest. Oof!" His macho image fell flat when Harry elbowed him in the ribs.
"So, how does the story go?" Hermione thought a moment.
"Well, Aladdin finds a genie who grants him three wishes. With its help," she now was definitely blushing, "he gets the princess to fall in love him and they live happily ever after. I think there's more to it, I just can't remember." Ron looked relieved.
"Is that all? I just have to get some princess to fall in love with me and then we go home?" Hermione nodded. "Okay, do you know who she is then?" Hermione was practically glowing red, Harry observed in amusement.
"Er—well, see, the princess—"
"GOTCHA! Thought you could get away street rats?" Strong arms wrapped around Harry and Ron's necks. They struggled but it didn't do any good. Hermione pounded at the guards.
"Let them go!" she cried. The captain laughed.
"What do we have here? A street mouse?" He flung her to the ground. Ron growled through the gag in his mouth. Hermione stood again furious.
"Let them go!" she repeated, whipping off her hood to reveal a delicate crown perched in her hair. "By order of the Princess."
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Hmmm… what d'ya think of character arrangement so far? I'll update soon, but nagging me always helps! R&R!