A/N: Three chappies up! Who knows how many to go! Remember, reviews are REALLY appreciated here, and thanks to those who gave me some. I suppose I'll play the disclaimer again-

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I do not own HP or Aladdin.

"Hermione's the princess?" Ron said for the fiftieth time, sagging against the wall. The guard, surprised at seeing the princess in the marketplace, was much more polite, but still refused to let Harry and Ron go free. He said that she had to take it up with someone called Jafar. Harry had no clue who that was, but he did know that it meant they were still stuck. The dungeon was dark, moist, and he was sure he had seen rats scurrying through the shadows. Merlin, he hoped they were rats.

"Yeah Ron, I think we've established that," Harry muttered, warily eying the thin porridge they were given. Ron continued to stare in disbelief at the far wall, as if it had done him some horrible, personal wrong.

"HERMIONE'S THE BLOODY PRINCESS!" Harry winced and rubbed his ear, trying to regain his hearing. He sighed in exasperation.

"Do you have a point here?" he finally asked, once he was sure he was not deaf. Ron turned his open mouthed expression (Harry vaguely wondered whether dust had collected there yet.) towards Harry, now, panic showing in his eyes.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" he whispered, "Aladdin's got to make the princess fall in love with him. I'VE GOT TO MAKE HERMIONE FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!" Harry shrugged, knowing it was bound to happen anyway. Poor Ron hadn't seen that fact yet.

"Yeah…" Harry said slowly, wondering what the problem was. Ron seemed to have lost power to speak for a moment, mouth moving wordlessly. He found his voice quickly though, ears red, face white.

"But, but how am I- I mean, she doesn't, well what am I…?" Ron trailed off; talking to himself, while Harry realized someone was missing.

"Hey Ron, where's Ginny?" He was worried, they hadn't seen her since she had disappeared from that library in Hogwarts. Ron waved his hand vaguely.

"She'll probably turn up later in the story," he muttered, protective brother instincts overshadowed by his panic. Harry pondered this, having not ever heard the story; he didn't know any of the characters.

A hacking cough interrupted his thoughts. From a shadowed corner an old man appeared. He was dressed in rags, hunched over, and supported by a gnarled wooden cane. He was bald with a tangled white beard, pockmarked skin, and an insane glint in his yellow eyes. Harry stiffened and Ron was shaken out of his worried comatose.

"Who are you?" Ron questioned, and the old man snickered.

"Now don't ye be worried bout me lads. I just be an old man offering a couple o' lads like yerself a chance at… treasure." he wheezed. Harry raised a brow in suspicion.

"What kind of treasure?" he challenged cautiously. The beggar cackled in glee.

"Have ye never heard of the genie of the lamp?" he leered. Harry shook his head, but Ron's head shot up from where it had been resting wearily on his knees.

"Genie was it?" he echoed brightly, his interest piqued. The beard flipped in crazy patterns, its owner nodded so eagerly. "Give us a moment my good man." Ron said, standing and jauntily throwing an arm over Harry's shoulder. They turned towards the wall, heads bent.

"He's nuts," Harry didn't hesitate to say. Ron rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but did you hear what he said about the genie? Well, Hermione said that 'Aladdin finds a genie and it helps the princess fall in love with him.' This is it!" Harry wasn't convinced, but… if it got them out of there…

"Fine!" he whispered in defeat. Ron grinned and as one, they turned back to the beggar.

"Sir, we would be thrilled to aid you in your quest!" Ron told the old man. A strangled cheer echoed through the dungeon. The old man turned and poked a rock on the wall. A small passage opened.

"It begins." he murmured.

A/N: Awww poor Ronald! What's he gonna do? What's Hermione doing? Where's Ginny? Why am I asking these questions? I know the answers. Muahahahaha! R&R please!