Hiya! Welcome to another story co-written with my best friend! Once again, I did the TT parts, she did the HP parts. We do not own either of them! Please, sit back and enjoy!

Harry Potter woke with a start. He was a fifteen year old Gryffindor in his fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A burning pain in his forehead had roused him. He sat up in his four-poster bed and tried to remember what he had been dreaming about, all the while rubbing his lightning-shaped scar. Closing his eyes, Harry saw a vivid picture of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

"Come hear, Wormtail," Voldemort hissed. He had been sitting at the head of a long, wooden table, with hooded figures around him.

"Y-yes, sir?" a rat-like Death Eater by the name of Peter Pettigrew came forward and bowed.

"I want you," Voldemort said softly, "to organize a party of Death Eaters to invade Hogwarts. Harry Potter will be mine."

"Yes, sir. As you wish," Pettigrew said with trepidation. Suddenly Voldemort began to hiss horribly. Harry, being a Parselmouth, understood the snake language.

"Come here, Nagini," he whispered to the giant python. The reptile slithered forward across the wooden table. "I want you to kill those two friends of Potter's. The Mudblood and the Muggle-lover." Harry opened his eyes, shaking.

"They're going to invade Hogwarts," he said aloud.

"But when?" Suddenly, there came a blood-curdling scream, followed by a deep-voiced bellow. Harry cringed as he heard the words. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Richard Grayson. Son of two famous trapeze artists, ward of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and now former sidekick of the Batman. He picked up his bags and was about to leave his room when he heard a thump behind him. He spun around, dropping his bags and going into a fighting stance. "An owl?" A light brown barn owl was sitting on his desk with a note attached. He raised a brow as he put his guard down and walked cautiosly towards the owl. "Is this another trick from Joker? Or a riddle from Riddler? I swear, these guys are weird..." Richard took the strange crested envelope and opened it, revealing a letter that read,

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Grayson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a transfer student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. We also ask that you watch over a fellow student named Harry Potter.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

He read it over and over. A wizard school?! "Where'd I put my pen?"

Princess Koriand'r of planet Tamaran of the Vegan System lay on her bed, bored with palace life. Plus, she had just finished her training with the Warlords of Okaara. With nothing to do, she got up and went out onto her rather large balcony. Then the weirdest thing happened. An earth creature humans call an owl showed up on the railing with a letter in it's claws. An earth creature? How did it reach Tamaran? Is it the 'magic' I have read about? Koriand'r approached the odd creature and read the letter. Even more shocking, it was written in her language, Tamaranean! Witchcraft? Wizardry? This earth sounds interesting...

Victor Stone stared at his reflection. Not in the mirror, but in his 'baby'. (I mean his car.) Sure, his mother was killed in a car accident that cost him 50% of his body that was now replaced with mechanics, but he saw the bright side of everything. "Ah, there we go! Finally! My coolest, hottest, fastest creation ever! The T-car! (he ain't good with names.) Yep, she's my baby. 100,000 horse-power plasma turbine engine, all-terraine hover jets, any lock air brakes, and an onboard computer that links with my systems, so I can literally feel the road! And of course, leather seats, power windows, and a boomin' stereo are on static!" While he was talking about his 'baby', an owl managed to sneak in with a letter in its small claws. It squawked (what noise do owls make?) and he finally turned around. "What the...?" Vic took a step towards the owl and another one came. Then another. Then another. Owls kept on piling in until they took up the entire garage. "Y-yo, if this is a prank, it ain't funny! Hey, where you think you peckin' at?! YO! STEP AWAY FROM THE CAR! POPS!"

Rachel Roth meditated on the roof of Azar's temple in Azarath. Everyday, she meditated to keep her emotions in check because of her... heritage. She didn't mind at all, either. That was the way she was raised, after all. In a temple, raised by monks and taught pretty much everything. Plus, Rachel Roth wasn't even her real name. "Azarath Metrion Zin-" She stopped in the middle of her mantra, sensing what seemed to be an owl behind her. She focused and brought the letter in front of her... with her mind, that is. "Hogwarts?"

Garfield Logan. Ah, yes, the poor, green skinned boy who just got kicked out of the Doom Patrol. Now wandering the streets, alone, with nobody to care for… NOT! He had rented a rather luxurious apartment, complete with a hot tub, king-sized four poster bed, a bar, a gigantic 3D plasma screen tv, a rare, one of a kind moped, and… some sort of harem?! Just like others before him, an owl tapped on his door before crashing in. Having an extreme love for animals, he rushed over to see if he/she was okay. "Whoa, what the- a letter? To me?!" He ripped it open, read the content, then rushed up the stairs, past the harem, then back down with two suitcases, a straw hat, a really tacky Hawaiian shirt, and a camera. Typical tourist…

Sorry, short chapter, computer problems, R&R, xXarcherXx, out!