Disclaimer: We does not ownz these stuffs: Hairdy Pottah, Barbie the Rapunzels, or any of them lines that might possibly have comez fromz that Anastasia. Yah.

A/N: This is a collaboration between SunshineandDaisys and dancesthroughlife (aka, me and Alyssa!), and it is....well, it is definitely the work of our minds. You thought her old stuff, and my current stuff, was bad before! This is, and I warn you thoroughly, not for anyone sane.

It is a crossover between Harry Potter (BRIEFLY), 21 Jump Street (the 80's TV show that put Johnny Depp in the spotlight), and Barbie as Rapunzel(....don't ask). On our respective profiles you will find links to pictures and information that will explain the shows, if you care to know that much (coming soon). Otherwise, enjoy this story for its... originality. Yeah. Originality.


Cops and Chariots

By: dancesthroughlife & SunshineandDaisys

Prologue


Gothel walked cheerfully, almost bouncing, toward the room. Otto was running behind her, hidden by a cloak of invisibility made especially for weasels. Her own cloak was draped carefully over her so as to disguise any movements. The long, dark corridor would've seemed forbidding on most nights, but on this night, it appeared more as a portal of moonlight to her beloved. As she snuck past the secret entrance to the Ravenclaw house, she smirked.

'It won't be long, my love...,' she thought, quietly slipping through the now-familiar corridors.

As she tiptoed around the corner, she heard a heated conversation in his room.

"But what will we..."

"Someone is bound to see..."

Gothel rounded the corner, and her eyes widened.

"We can't keep it... I mean, what if..."

"Especially if..."

The gasp that fell from Gothel's lips alerted both figures in the room to her presence. Her invisibility cloak slipped from her grasp and pooled on the floor, her mouth hanging slightly agape.

"Wha--what..."

Her "lover" looked terrified, "I...um...I can explain."

But explanations were useless at this point. Gothel's eyes practically popped out of her eye sockets. Otto chose this time to round the corner.

"That popped right out, Masta!" Otto screeched.

Gothel charged head-first at the two other people in the room, screaming "Nooooo!!!" only to suddenly stop short and fall in a dead faint on the floor.

"Masta!! Masta, what do I do now?"

"Did she faint? How should we wake her!?" one of the mysterious figure panicked.

Otto sighed. "Well, first I splash water on her face. Then...then I kick her..."


Gothel awoke the next morning in her own chambers. She slowly sat up, rubbing her head. She had no memory of changing into her nightwear, nor any of crawling into her own bed. All she remembered was...was that thing. She looked around her room, at the sunlight pouring in through the window, to the pink stuffed unicorn sitting on her bed. It was all a dream. A nightmare.

It had to be.


A/N *gasp!* What is it?

Never fear, it will pick up. People will get names, well they already have names. We know them. You don't. HA!! IN YOUR FACE!!! No, kidding. This is just the prologue; the next two chapters will make more sense. Promise. So, now go review, or Tinkerbell will haunt you in your sleep. Yes, Tinkerbell.