Author's Notes: Well, instead of doing a parody of Book 2, I thought, "Why not to do a parody of all the books put together…" and then I pretty much went blank from there.  This story will have guest appearances, food, and the occasional show stopping number. 

Disclaimer:  All characters are J.K. Rowling's.  All hers, and not mine *sniff*

Rating: ….PG/PG-13…yeah 

The Fic That Has No Name

            Harry Potter was a very unusual boy for many reasons.  One, was that he lived with his uncle and aunt, and not his parents because they were the victims of an ICEE power trip gone wrong.  He also had 2 full-length feature films about himself, that not only did extremely well at the box office, but warmed the hearts of millions of children.  And old people.  But unlike any hero, a horrible plot was being…plotted against him, because that what he does.  Fights crime…and…has his very own theme music. 

Doooo Dooo Do Do Doo Dooo Do…

            Harry Potter twirled around the stage at his ballet class.  He was the best dancer out of everyone, and you might be asking why he takes ballet.  His uncle and aunt might be made out to be rude and mean to their nephew, but they wanted him to stay in shape for fighting evil dark lords. 

He made his last turn and then was greeted by a thunderous applause from the audience.  They threw flowers at him. One hit him in the face.  He cried.  They laughed.

After the incident at the Ballet, Harry returned to his cupboard under the stairs.  He wept.  Beucase that's what he does best. 

Meanwhile 100 miles away

Voldermort sat on his pink fluffy chair, watching each one of his deatheaters.  They watched him back. 

"Come on now master, you have to do it now or never" said Avery.

"Fine!" he bellowed.  This next move in his plan was critical.  He threw down the dice that revealed a seven.  "6,7! I pass go I collect 200 hundred Galleons!

The death eaters cheered as Voldermort put away "Dark Lord Monopoly". 

"Now it is time for my brilliant plan to take place!"

"What is it Master? Said Wormtal.  This was a bad idea, for you see, the Dark Lord had no plan.  Not only did he not have a plan, but now he looked stupid.  He knew of only one thing to do.

He slapped Wormtail across the face. 

"As soon as I think of the plan I'll let you know" he said as he put a pink ribbon around his bald snake-like head to help him think. 

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Ha! I know that was short, but there is much more to come!

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