AN: Switched this to crossovers as this is a crossover if you didn't guess.

Harry had done it, so why did he feel so alone? Ron and Hermione were off somewhere abandoning him to the tender mercies of what felt like everyone in the Wizarding World celebrating their victory in the quickly repaired Great-Hall.

He needed some space, not to shake hands with every Wizard and be kissed by every Witch, something no one at all seemed to understand save Luna.

Thankfully she noticed his predicament, pointing and shouting "Look over there! it's the Jabberwockey, beware the Jabberwockey my son-"

So recently after battle everyone looked, a few screaming and running in a panic, a few spells were even sent where she pointed even as she began reciting something.

Harry felt bad, especially for the castle window some errant spell had hit, but he didn't let him stop that from throwing on his invisibility cloak over his head disappearing from view.

Harry walked, exploring the damaged castle, a very different feel from usual, everywhere there were groups of grieving and celebrating people. Harry felt... numb. Sure he was glad it was over, but so many good people had been lost.

He half-wished he had the ring again, so he could talk, properly talk to his someone for advice- Sirius or... or maybe even his Parents, or Lupin... Tonks... Moody... Dumbledore... So many lost, but the story of the Brother who had the ring causing the summoned souls pain stopped him. He didn't want to cause any of them pain- well maybe Dumbledore for not bloody helping him more- but no... He couldn't, he wasn't that kind of person.

He just wished there was some way he could-

Harry startled as the door appeared, realizing with slight horror his feet had carried him to the Room Of Requirements. He nervously backed away from it remembering the fiendfire, his recently repaired Holly wand and the Elder wand finding their way into his hands.

What he could do he didn't know, protego wouldn't save him- but it didn't appear to matter. The door innocently remained unburned.

Cautiously he waved the elder wand opening the door ready to slam it shut- but there was no fire, no heat, nothing but the burnt remains of the Room of Lost things which were little more than ashes.

Then he saw it, Harry could spot shiny things from a mile away and this was no different, and curious he made his way over to it.

Pulling the golden thing out of the ashes it had half been buried in Harry reluctantly smiled- the Goblins might have taken his vault in repayment or might just try to kill him if he ever returns to the bank but this golden strange little lamp could set him up for long enough to get a job.

Wiping it off with his already ruined jeans he was startled at the blue smoke pouring out of it, instantly throwing it away and drawing his wand, tapping his head, a bubble-headed charm popping on his head- Thankful Hermione had taken the camping trip as an excuse to train both boys up as much as she was able so they could pass their Newts and more.

The smoke drifted up and collected into a strange looking blue humanoid unlike any he had seen before.

"Hi ya- wow, this place stinks! Mind if I take care of it?" The blue being asked as if Harry liked the sooty room.

"Sure?"

Harry jumped as every bit of the ash, melted metal and soot vanished from the room, and it smelled like pine.

Looking down he was startled to find a car freshener around his neck.

Looking warily at the blue being he saw that he too had a car air freshener around his neck.

"There, much better!"

His shouting cheerful voice had Harry's wand up and pointed at his face.

"Whoa, watch where your pointing that thing would ya? You could poke an eye out you know! Hmmm... " He was suddenly looking into Harry's eyes from inches away causing him to fall, a suddenly appearing trampoline and he was back on his feet unnerved.

"Then again, I suppose you have reason enough to be wary, good job on taking out the trash."

"Thanks... what..." No, Harry thought, asking what someone was is rude- isn't it?

"Glad you asked! I'm a genie, more specifically your genie, three wishes yada yada."

"You can-" Harry's eyes widened, he could wish for his parents- Sirius-

The genie deflated- literally sinking upon himself like a balloon. "Sorry buddy, there are rules and messing with life and death is one of the biggies- can't do it, no siree-bob, the union would repossess my lamp!"

Harry sighed, "Of course, why shouldn't there be rules against the only thing I've ever wanted, what good are you anyway?"

Putting his thumb in his mouth and blowing the Genie was soon puffed up to full size... and started floating off "Too much helium!" Snapping his fingers there was suddenly an anchor on the weird tail thing leading distantly into the lamp. As soon as the anchor attached the genie fell like a stone smashing into the floor leaving an indent. Prying his arm and head out "I'm okay!" giving a thumbs up.

Harry laughed at first, but quickly rushed to help the strange creature when he fell, quickly healing what he could with his wand.

The genie didn't even have time to protest and was rather happy he had such a kind Master again rare breed, kind masters.

"Look, it's bending the rules but this ain't my first rodeo- there are other timelines- it's not technically against the rules but it's edging it."

"Really? I could save-"

"Yes and no- they wouldn't be the exact same people- but depending on your wish they could be as close as having had a different lunch a single day in the 80's- it's not that this universe would stop existing, more that you'd be in a different place, but they'd want you to be happy, right?"

Reluctantly Harry nodded.

"I wish I-" Harry sudden worried- what if the Death Eaters broke out or something? "I wish I could freely travel to any alternative timeline."

"Granted! Much better choice than this one guy I knew- wished for a way out of a hole instead of being able to fly or teleport- I ain't evil though so I arranged for him to get a flying carpet."

Harry blushed, he wasn't complimented that much and he still wasn't used to it.

Shaking it off Harry wondered what his other wishes should be, or if he should save them... but... He couldn't help but want the guy who gave him the chance to meet versions of his parents- possibly even start over in a world where no one would know him. Best save that for last, Harry thought.

That still left the second wish, and Harry realized.

"I'd have to face He-Who- I mean Voldemort again, and I wouldn't be able to count on convoluted plots of scheming old men again if I'm going back before he made them... I guess I need some power, do you have any ideas- er what's your name anyway?"

"I'm the Genie of the Lamp- I don't remember if I had a name before- one guy called me Greg but I didn't like it- just call me Genie. Hm... Ideas... Well, I was friends with this one guy- you'd have loved him- he stopped a powerful dark wizard or two in his day without magic- you could wish for his skills."

Harry nodded, it was a better idea that any he'd had. "Alright, I wish for your friends skills."

Harry clutched his head as after the genie snapped his finger his head felt like it was several sizes too small. The pain of his body was nothing in comparison even as a lifetime of malnutrition and injuries melted off him replaced with lean powerful muscles so he'd be able to use those skills swirling around his mind.

"Here, this'll help."

Harry took the potion not daring opening his eyes and threw it back- it was surprisingly good though he didn't quite recognize the flavor. He felt... a bit light headed but definitely better, good even, pleasantly warm as well, but his ears weren't steaming so it couldn't be Pepperup.

Finally he asked "What was that potion?"

"Long Island Iced Tea."

"Huh, didn't taste much like any tea I've had before, but it was good, thanks."

"No problemo- feel free to rest- Take as long as you want with your wishes-"

"I'm good Genie, I wish you were free." Harry said with resolution.

Harry knew he might regret it, Genie might turn out to be a skilled liar like Tom just putting on a friendly front but he couldn't not do it- and not just because Hermione would have killed him- though that was a consideration.

"You know, you're only the second Master to wish me free? I've been doing this countless millennia, and only one other wished me free. You're a good man Harry Potter." The genie said in wonder.

Harry blushed.

"Wait does that mean you were already free and I wasted a wish?" Harry suddenly realized.

"Yep! But don't you worry- I'm a free genie, I'll think of something really good for you. Now I know waiting must kill you so go on, scat- go save your parents kid."

Harry didn't need any more prompting, disappearing as he left his birth Universe.