Why do I do this to myself? Just…why.

But, just like with Keep Walking, I can't continue my other stories with this plot bunny bouncing around in my head.

It won't leave me aloneeeee.

So, I decided to write this and get it out of my head.

Make sure to tell me how it goes, okay?

I don't own Harry Potter, Magi, or the Adventures of Sinbad. Pretty sure the Snipes and the Lunias are mine though.

Harry was bored, plain and simple.

Ever since Solomon died, he had had no entertainment. Admittedly, with Ugo's plan, Harry thought he would have infinite amusement. Another world? Sign Harry up! Turning into a supernatural being that would cause chaos all around the new world? As if they could keep him out of it!

But, no, he was just stuck in his own little dimension as he waited for the fun to start without him.

Harry sighed, a sound that echoed through the cavern he was lounging his large body in. When Death had kicked his lazy ass through the Veil of Death, Harry wasn't sure what he was expecting. Being spit out in an apocalyptic world where humans were the bottom of the food chain was probably one of the most interesting things Harry had seen in his handful of millennia existing.

Of course, Harry just watched for a few hundred years, stepping in on occasion. When the humans were gifted with magic, Harry was bewildered. Did Death really just throw him into the very, very distant past? Were these humans perhaps his ancestors?

He was quickly proven wrong as the humans started to subjugate the beings that previously hunted them. Harry tried to be surprised, but he learned a lot about human nature since becoming the Master of Death. Mortals were not understanding or kind. They were selfish and cruel and he wanted nothing to do with them, in this world or his own.

At least, that's what he thought until he ended up standing in front of Solomon Jehoazha Abraham, the leader of the humans rebelling against the Council of Elders.

Now, Harry could admit that he had been watching the younger man ever since his father introduced him to the rest of humanity. Harry, being just another face in the crowd, had merely thought the boy was adorable with his petulant glare.

When the boy turned against his father and gathered others onto his side with his overwhelming charisma, Harry was the only one in the settlement laughing his ass off. He couldn't help it though, David had actually tripped down the stairs when he received the news.

It took three years before Harry met the troublemaker himself. The adorable little brat was far too much for him to handle, though. Harry was adamant that the only reason he agreed to join up with the boy was to stop his nagging. Harry liked his peace and quiet just as much as he liked his chaos, thank you very much.

The more important topic was that Harry, the Master of Death and Chaos Connoisseur, was bored. This was something that was not allowed to happen.

But, according to Ugo, who had graciously taken control after Arba decided to be a bitch (there had been many pouts directed at Harry, who ignored the scholar), Harry had to wait for magi to save him. Harry might have the long hair for the role, but he sure as hell was not a damsel in distress. Becoming a djinn was not going how Harry thought it would.

And so, Harry waited a couple hundred years in his cavern, bored out of his mind. Sometimes he would venture out of his cavern to investigate the rest of his personal dimension. The entire place looked exactly like his former school, Hogwarts, just missing all of the curious minds.

When Harry shrank down to a more human form, he could walk the castle, just remembering all of the good times. If, on occasion, he forgot where he was and tried to talk to one of his long dead friends, Harry wasn't telling anyone.

At first, he spent his time learning things he had yet to waste his time on. Since, before he had been sent to Alma Toran, Harry had spent hundreds of years learning all he could about his original dimension's magic, Harry decided to teach himself muggle skills. Using his magic, he summoned books about dancing and singing and drawing. It barely took him a decade to master the fine arts.

But, Harry quickly got lonely and decided to create little beings to inhabit the castle with him. One of the species he made looked suspiciously like house elves, so much so that he named the leader Dobby.

He also made thestrals, as well as owl-headed wolves and snake-skinned leopards that he called Lunias and Snipes.

Harry came to the understanding that he was going insane when he started calling his creations by his friends names and having lengthy conversations with them.

Snape, the largest Snipe, would usually respond by trying to bite his nose off. Harry immediately decided he was his favorite Snipe, with Blaise coming up as a close second.

Even with the company, Harry eventually got bored again. He didn't remember how long he had been locked inside the embodiment of his childhood home, but he wanted out. He wanted to see other people and cause chaos and have fun.

So, remembering that Ugo said that only the new magi could raise the 'Dungeons' that the djinn would be lurking inside, Harry smirked. He so loved to cause chaos.

Taking advantage of how different he was, Harry raised his own dungeon and sat back to watch the fireworks.

Harry didn't even have to wait a full day before he felt someone enter his domain. Interestingly enough, the rukh that came along with him into the separate dimension told Harry everything he needed to know about his visitor. The man was young and arrogant. He was dared to try the Dungeon by one of his friends who said he was too scared to enter.

The boy barely lasted three minutes. Snape, happy with his snack, slipped into Harry's room to curl up next to his large green Djinn body.

The next three days passed with enough entertainment to keep Harry busy. People would enter, convinced that they would be the ones to leave alive. Harry never had to raise a hand against the adventurers, who were either struck down by his precious creations or by the traps around the castle. The only person to get close to the entrance to his lair was subsequently killed by Dobby and his mate, Winky.

Harry was very interested in the fact that his visitors were always men. Not a single woman dared to step inside his domain. Harry really hoped it wasn't for sexist reasons, Arba and Sheba had been completely badass. The mere thought that women had regressed since they died rubbed Harry the wrong way.

It was when Harry was lounging in his room, surrounded by his most beloved creations that he felt a group of men enter his dungeon. He sat up quickly in surprise as the new information was whispered to him, his large djinn body disrupting many of his napping creations.

The group was large, around a dozen people. Harry was enchanted by the number of rukh that followed the men in. They whispered to him about their adventures, telling him all about their Lords. The immortal was impressed and enthralled. This might just be his chance.

Snape snuffled closer, his large body pressing closer to his green tinted flesh. Harry reached down to rub a single finger across the smaller creature's skin. With all of his creations sleeping down in his room, the visitors' only threat was the castle's traps. Harry wondered just how many would die and later feed his children.

The green Djinn grinned, refusing to move as he felt the group move closer and closer to his room. Feeling his raising excitement, the creatures started to wake. Luna and Ollivander, his two favorite thestrals started to whicker, calling for his attention.

"Hush now, my children," Harry grinned, his poison green eyes sparking. The beings that surrounded him stilled immediately. "I want to meet these…fascinating guests of ours."

Dobby and Winky, the Dungeon Elves, exchanged looks. Ron and Hermione, the leading Lunias merely went back to sleep at his reassurance.

Harry remained silent, listening for the approaching humans.

"Are you sure it's this way? Wouldn't it make more sense for the treasure to be in the dungeons or at the top of the castle? We went through a lavatory!" One young, masculine voice cried out. "Are you sure you're not just being perverted?"

"Silence yourself. Sinbad knows what he's doing, trust in him." Another male stated.

Harry smirked. If they had gone down, like many others had, this group would have been crushed under the collapsing walls. Or drowned under the lake. They might have even run into the Snipes' nesting grounds, which were placed where the Slytherin common room would have been.

"See, he was right. This is what you get for doubting him." The second man stated as they entered his cavern.

The group was silent as they took in his lounging form. He was on his side, his head resting in his hand as he watched them enter the Chamber of Secrets. He was dressed in a sparkling black flowing sheer fabric that wrapped around his chest. His giant green legs were hidden by a thick black puffy pants, though his feet stuck out noticeably. His free hand gently petted Snape, who snapped open his eyes at the unfamiliar voices. The other creatures turned their attention to the intruders.

One of the men stepped forward, dressed in a multitude of jewelry. The man grinned up at Harry's watching form and the djinn stared at the purple eyes that were revealed to him.

"Well, well, well." Harry mused as the other men eyed the creatures hesitantly. "What do we have here, my children? Thieves?"

"Hardly," the strange man laughed. "We're adventurers! We merely seek to travel the world and achieve our dreams!"

"Oh?" Harry's grin widened. "And how to you plan to do that, Stranger-With-The-Eyes-Of-A-King?"

The rest of the assembly tittered at his name for their leader. His children watched them cautiously, waiting for the moment they posed a threat.

"I will gather all of the power in the world and unite everyone under one power."

Harry tilted his large head back and laughed loudly. His long black braid flew with his amusement and his creations snickered with him.

"And, I am to assume you are here for my power as well, Dungeon Conqueror, King's Candidate?" Harry pushed himself up to sit crossed legged before his guests, displacing even more of his creations. They merely grunted and repositioned themselves, eyes locked on the strong looking men before them.

"My power has to come from somewhere," the man acknowledged.

"And yet, you already have seven other djinn at your disposal. You must be quite the man to control them all." Harry lowered his eyelids to gaze at the human meaningfully. The King's Candidate only grinned, totally unashamed.

"I am more than man enough to tame you as well," he leered.

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FLIRTING," the second voice that Harry had heard earlier cried out. He blinked at the white haired teen who had spoken. The rukh muttered about a life of darkness and being saved. Marking the boy as interesting, he turned his attention back to the King's Candidate.

"Sorry, sorry, Ja'far." The man waved it off with a laugh.

"Technically," Harry interrupted. "You're already have far too many djinn at your command."

The man at least had the decently to look chastised.

"And yet, you stand before me, asking for another weapon." Harry's grin could not stretch further.

One of the men opened their mouths, stepping forward to say something or other. Harry really didn't care.

"I like it!" he exclaimed. He met the smaller man's gaze with his own, seeing the determination and potential that was already blossoming. "You should keep in mind, my King, three things if you want me as your tool."

"Tool isn't the right wor-" Harry ignored him, foraging on.

"If you claim me, then you will never be able to enter another Dungeon, ever again," Harry talked over their questions, not even listening to them. "I am not like the other Djinn, it takes a different type of person to control me. I will serve you faithfully, but I will not be tamed. I am chaos at its finest."

Harry stopped, taking in the silence and the man's steely look.

"What do you say, Sinbad of the Seven Seas?" Harry reached out his hand eagerly.

"I accept any and all consequences of claiming you," the look in Sinbad's eyes caused Harry to shift in excitement. The purple haired man stretched out his hand to grip Harry's green pinky finger.

Nothing happened and Sinbad's men shifted uncomfortably.

"Ah, now what?" one of them asked. Once the silence was broken, a loud ripping sound echoed through the cavern. Harry's creations and comrades for so long dissolved into dust, leaving Harry alone with the men in the dank room.

As the men freaked out, Harry lurched his large body forward, falling towards Sinbad. The man, surprised, unsheathed his sword to point it at Harry's falling body.

Green mist erupted from his form as the body faded. By the time he reached Sinbad's battle ready body, Harry had transformed into his smaller, human, form. He landed delicately in front of his new master and lifted his tanned hand to knock aside Baal's Metal Vessel.

At all of the gapping looks, Harry chuckled. "I did say I was different, did I not?"

They nodded dumbly and Harry leaned towards his King, wrapping his arms around the man's broad shoulders to press against him.

The man gulped as Harry pressed his body onto the other's own. Still covered in his sheer fabric and puffy pants, the djinn looked similar to a male belly dancer. Noticeable only to his subordinates who stood behind him, Sinbad fisted his shaking hands.

"As a djinn, my name is Handras, of chaos, deception, and creation. I will lend you my power, Sinbad, to achieve your dreams." Harry whispered into his King's ear. He delighted in the shiver that ran across the man's skin. "In this form, you may call me Haides." The dubbed 'Haides' snickered lightly. "Now, to leave this dreary place," he muttered, raising his hand slightly.

"Wait, what about your Metal Vessel," one of the man, a tall giant with blue hair, asked.

"That's right!" Sinbad exclaimed. "I have a bracelet that yo-!"

"No need," Haides cut in. "What part of 'different from other djinn' don't you understand?" he huffed, stepping away from his King. He pretended not to see the man's relief at his action.

"You mean, you can't just turn…into a human?" another man hesitantly questioned him.

"It would be rather boring if that was all I could do," Haides remarked. "No, I'm so different from my fellows, that they would rather not even mention me. Which is why I, and any King of mine, am forbidden from entering their Dungeons. They're nitpicky like that, the twats." Haides's eyes narrowed, annoyed. "You demolish one castle, and they blame you for all of eternity. Wasn't even my fault in the first place."

"Ah, then, what do you want as a Vessel?" Sinbad inquired.

Instead of answering, Haides reached forward and placed his hand right over his King's heart. A golden glow shimmered around his hand and the King's Candidate harshly bit his lip to suppress the pain. "As you have accepted me as your vassal, I accept you as my King. May we now be one, Sinbad."

Haides removed his hand, knowing that his eight pointed star was burned right above Sinbad's heart. With a grin, he dodged his King's Household.

"What did you do?!"

"Sinbad, are you awake, you idiot?"

Haides danced away from their weapons. Winking, Haides disappeared, leaving only his laughter to echo with his last statement.

"This is going to be fun."

It's kinda badly written, cause we still don't know a lot about Sinbad's adventures. I mean, we're only just seeing Drakon again! There's still a number of Sinbad's companions that we have yet to meet and I don't know how many of them would travel with him. So, the only ones confirmed here are Hinahoho and Ja'far. And, since we don't know if Sinbad gets all Seven of his Metal Vessels before or after forming Sindria, I left that out as well. (Not to mention that we still don't know a lot about the Magi universe in general.)

But, yeah, Djinn!Harry.

If I continue this, the main pairing will definitely be Sinbad/Harry. But, Harry and Sinbad are flirts, so they'll just be all over the place. Admittedly, Sinbad will focus on women more than men and Harry will focus more on men than women.

Okay, so I did a lot of research for this. The names of the Djinn's all come from Demons, generally from the Lesser Key of Solomon. Handras, basically Andras with an 'H', just seemed to fit Harry. Hopefully, an Andras doesn't appear in Magi in the future…but yeah, even Harry's new name, Haides, is there for a reason. Djinn basically means 'unseen'. Haides means 'unseen' in Greek as well as being an alternate name for Hades, connecting to Harry's Master of Death title. I debated between Haides and Hari, 'he who takes away' and another name for Vishnu, but I figured Harry would have a sense of humor and ask to be called Haides when in his 'human form'. If anyone really dislikes it, I can change it to the more 'traditional' Hari. (Harry has two names mainly cause I'm dramatic and I like the idea of the djinn muttering angrily about 'Handras' to their Kings and no one connecting it to Haides.)

Anyway, my Magi x HP fics first chapter! I hope everyone enjoyed it! Not sure when I'll update this again, but it'll probably be before May 10th at the latest.