Harry Potter meets Daria
(A/N unlike my other "serious" stories, I decided to loosen up and write an idiotic story. For those of you who don't know what Daria is, watch The-N, and if you don't have that watch MTV!!! P.S. I was not, I repeat not under ANY influence to write this. Nah, I was under the Imperius Curse!! Jk. Caila Thornton, muh partner n crime, helped me....sort of....?)
OPEN SCENE: The people of Harry Potter wander onto the set of Lawndale High, where school is just letting out.
Daria and Jane walked out of the school.
Harry: Hermione, where are we?
Hermione: I don't know! D'you think there's some kind of Dark Magic going on?
Daria: Did somebody say dark magic?
Jane: Yeah, who are you freaks anyway? I thought we were the only outcasts at Lawndale.
Ron: OUTCASTS? OUTCASTS?
Jane: Uh...obviously you're not *from* here
Harry: No, we're from Hog--
Hermione: Harry! We're not allowed to say where we're from!
Harry: Oh yeah...
Ron: Can somebody tell us where we are?
Daria: You're in Lawndale, the city of losers.
Draco: That makes you a loser then?
Daria: Watch your mouth, kid.
Jodie: Hey Daria, hey Jane. What's going on?
Jane: We walked out here and met these freaks.
Ron: That's it!
Hermione: Ron, no!
Ron: Avada Kedavra!
::::Jane keels over as Ron whips out his wand::::
Hermione: Ron! What have you done! You've completly violated the Restriction for the Decree of Underage Wizardry! Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble with the Ministry...
Jodie: Oh my God! They killed Jane!
Daria: Wizardry? You're a wizard?
Hermione: I'm a *witch*
Daria: Same thing.
Hermione: No it is not!
Harry: Hermione, calm down, we've got to find a way out of here...
:::::Sandi, Stacey, Tiffany and Quinn walk onto the scene:::::
Sandi: Gee Stacey, I can't believe you would wear the same outfit as Quinn for three days in a row.
Stacey: Sandi! I'm sorry!
Sandi: Quinn, what do *you* have to say in your defense?
Quinn: Sandi...you know I would never do something like that on purpose--
Tiffany: Look...over...there...
:::she points to the hp/daria group:::
Sandi: They look like they could use some fashion help. Come on.
:::they walk over there::::
Harry: Hermione, stop it! We will *not* be sent to Azkaban!
Ron: She deserved what she got.
Daria: This is too weird.
Sandi: Uh, Quinn's cousin or whatever, who are these fashion-victims?
Daria: Some freaky kids who just showed up and killed Jane.
Quinn: Okay...you mean more freaky then you?
Daria: They killed Jane with a stick.
Quinn: Oh...
Sandi: Well, murderer or not, they still need fashion help. What exactly are you wearing?
Harry: We're wearing our Hog--our school robes.
Stacey: You wear robes made of Hogs?
Sandi: Stacey, that's gross.
Stacey: Oh God, what got in to me?
Quinn: You wear *robes* to school?
Harry: Well yeah, it's part of our uniform--
Tiffany: You...have...a...uniform...?
Ron: Yes!
Sandi: Okay...well what do you wear *under* your robes?
Harry: Clothes...
Sandi: d*nm
Harry: Huh...
Sandi: Nothing. What school do you go to, since you obviously don't go to Lawndale.
Hermione: Just tell them, Harry! We've already broken the decree! The Muggles know now--
Sandi: Excuse me? What did you call me?
Hermione: A Muggle...
:::Hermione bursts into hysterical tears:::
Sandi: What in the name of Cashman's is a--a Muggle?
Harry: Non-magic people.
Sandi: So you're saying I'm not magic?
Ron: Well...yeah...
Quinn: So you two are like, wizards then?
Harry: No, we just carry wands around and point them at people like you and say mumbo-jumbo words like, locomotor mortis!
:::Quinn falls to the ground as her legs are locked together:::
Quinn: Ahhh! Sandi! Stacey! Tiffany! Help me!
Sandy: Gee Quinn, wish we could. But we can't.
Quinn: WHY NOT?
Sandi: Because...Cashman's is having a blow-out sale...
Quinn: But...but Sandi--!
Sandi: How very selfish of you, Quinn, wanting to keep the Fashion Club back just to help you. Shame on you, Quinn Morgendorfer, shame.
::::The fashion club leaves the scene::::
Ron: You're last name is Morgendorfer?
Quinn: Well what's *your* last name?
Ron: Weasley...
:::Ron goes red::::
Quinn: My point has been proved.
Daria: And when does *THAT* ever happen?
Quinn: Shut-up, Daria!
Daria: I'll pass on that offer, thanks.
Quinn: Oooooh, Daria!
Harry: Look, can someone PLEASE tell us how to get back? We don't even know how we got here!
:::Mr. DeMartino enters scene:::
Mr. DM: Who are these PEOPLE, I've never SEEN them BEFORE!(for every capitalization stands for an eye buldging)
Daria: I still don't know.
Harry: That's Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and I'm Harry--Harry Potter.
Mr. DM: Well then why are you HERE because obviously you DON'T GO TO LAWNDALE!
Ron: No we don't go to whatever the bloody he*l Lawndale is!
Harry: We go to school in Britain.
Mr. DM: That explains the WIERD ACCENTS!
::::Harry and Ron back away in fright of his eyeball while Hermione still cries hystericaly in a corner:::
Daria: Someone needs to check for a leak in *his* microwave.
Ron: What's a microwave?
Daria: Maybe someone should check for a leak in *your* microwave.
Harry: Okay, whatever, just help us find our way back!
Daria: Sorry, 'fraid I can't do that.
Harry: Why not?
Daria: Because I'm NOT the misery chick.
Harry: Erm...we didn't say you were...
Daria: Sure. That's what everyone thinks, isn't it? Daria, you're always so miserable. Daria, brighten up. DARIA GO LAY IN A TREE.
Ron: Look, we didn't say ANY of that junk--
Daria: Oh go screw a squirrel.
Ron: No, you go screw a three-headed dog!
Daria: Fine then, I think I will.
::::Daria leaves to find Fluffy::::
Harry: I'm not sure that was such a good idea, Ron.
Ron: She deserves it.
Harry: Hermione, get UP!
Hermione: Why SHOULD I? We've broken the Decree--
Harry: Oh give it a rest Hermione!
Hermione: Okay, let's go.
::::Hermione, Malfoy, Harry and Ron stand in a circle and hold hands. A whole bunch of light surrounds them and they disapear. Dumbledore apears at Lawndale and looks around before riding off into the sunset on a winged--lion.::::
FADE TO BLACK.
Okay, that was stupid, I know,
(A/N unlike my other "serious" stories, I decided to loosen up and write an idiotic story. For those of you who don't know what Daria is, watch The-N, and if you don't have that watch MTV!!! P.S. I was not, I repeat not under ANY influence to write this. Nah, I was under the Imperius Curse!! Jk. Caila Thornton, muh partner n crime, helped me....sort of....?)
OPEN SCENE: The people of Harry Potter wander onto the set of Lawndale High, where school is just letting out.
Daria and Jane walked out of the school.
Harry: Hermione, where are we?
Hermione: I don't know! D'you think there's some kind of Dark Magic going on?
Daria: Did somebody say dark magic?
Jane: Yeah, who are you freaks anyway? I thought we were the only outcasts at Lawndale.
Ron: OUTCASTS? OUTCASTS?
Jane: Uh...obviously you're not *from* here
Harry: No, we're from Hog--
Hermione: Harry! We're not allowed to say where we're from!
Harry: Oh yeah...
Ron: Can somebody tell us where we are?
Daria: You're in Lawndale, the city of losers.
Draco: That makes you a loser then?
Daria: Watch your mouth, kid.
Jodie: Hey Daria, hey Jane. What's going on?
Jane: We walked out here and met these freaks.
Ron: That's it!
Hermione: Ron, no!
Ron: Avada Kedavra!
::::Jane keels over as Ron whips out his wand::::
Hermione: Ron! What have you done! You've completly violated the Restriction for the Decree of Underage Wizardry! Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble with the Ministry...
Jodie: Oh my God! They killed Jane!
Daria: Wizardry? You're a wizard?
Hermione: I'm a *witch*
Daria: Same thing.
Hermione: No it is not!
Harry: Hermione, calm down, we've got to find a way out of here...
:::::Sandi, Stacey, Tiffany and Quinn walk onto the scene:::::
Sandi: Gee Stacey, I can't believe you would wear the same outfit as Quinn for three days in a row.
Stacey: Sandi! I'm sorry!
Sandi: Quinn, what do *you* have to say in your defense?
Quinn: Sandi...you know I would never do something like that on purpose--
Tiffany: Look...over...there...
:::she points to the hp/daria group:::
Sandi: They look like they could use some fashion help. Come on.
:::they walk over there::::
Harry: Hermione, stop it! We will *not* be sent to Azkaban!
Ron: She deserved what she got.
Daria: This is too weird.
Sandi: Uh, Quinn's cousin or whatever, who are these fashion-victims?
Daria: Some freaky kids who just showed up and killed Jane.
Quinn: Okay...you mean more freaky then you?
Daria: They killed Jane with a stick.
Quinn: Oh...
Sandi: Well, murderer or not, they still need fashion help. What exactly are you wearing?
Harry: We're wearing our Hog--our school robes.
Stacey: You wear robes made of Hogs?
Sandi: Stacey, that's gross.
Stacey: Oh God, what got in to me?
Quinn: You wear *robes* to school?
Harry: Well yeah, it's part of our uniform--
Tiffany: You...have...a...uniform...?
Ron: Yes!
Sandi: Okay...well what do you wear *under* your robes?
Harry: Clothes...
Sandi: d*nm
Harry: Huh...
Sandi: Nothing. What school do you go to, since you obviously don't go to Lawndale.
Hermione: Just tell them, Harry! We've already broken the decree! The Muggles know now--
Sandi: Excuse me? What did you call me?
Hermione: A Muggle...
:::Hermione bursts into hysterical tears:::
Sandi: What in the name of Cashman's is a--a Muggle?
Harry: Non-magic people.
Sandi: So you're saying I'm not magic?
Ron: Well...yeah...
Quinn: So you two are like, wizards then?
Harry: No, we just carry wands around and point them at people like you and say mumbo-jumbo words like, locomotor mortis!
:::Quinn falls to the ground as her legs are locked together:::
Quinn: Ahhh! Sandi! Stacey! Tiffany! Help me!
Sandy: Gee Quinn, wish we could. But we can't.
Quinn: WHY NOT?
Sandi: Because...Cashman's is having a blow-out sale...
Quinn: But...but Sandi--!
Sandi: How very selfish of you, Quinn, wanting to keep the Fashion Club back just to help you. Shame on you, Quinn Morgendorfer, shame.
::::The fashion club leaves the scene::::
Ron: You're last name is Morgendorfer?
Quinn: Well what's *your* last name?
Ron: Weasley...
:::Ron goes red::::
Quinn: My point has been proved.
Daria: And when does *THAT* ever happen?
Quinn: Shut-up, Daria!
Daria: I'll pass on that offer, thanks.
Quinn: Oooooh, Daria!
Harry: Look, can someone PLEASE tell us how to get back? We don't even know how we got here!
:::Mr. DeMartino enters scene:::
Mr. DM: Who are these PEOPLE, I've never SEEN them BEFORE!(for every capitalization stands for an eye buldging)
Daria: I still don't know.
Harry: That's Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and I'm Harry--Harry Potter.
Mr. DM: Well then why are you HERE because obviously you DON'T GO TO LAWNDALE!
Ron: No we don't go to whatever the bloody he*l Lawndale is!
Harry: We go to school in Britain.
Mr. DM: That explains the WIERD ACCENTS!
::::Harry and Ron back away in fright of his eyeball while Hermione still cries hystericaly in a corner:::
Daria: Someone needs to check for a leak in *his* microwave.
Ron: What's a microwave?
Daria: Maybe someone should check for a leak in *your* microwave.
Harry: Okay, whatever, just help us find our way back!
Daria: Sorry, 'fraid I can't do that.
Harry: Why not?
Daria: Because I'm NOT the misery chick.
Harry: Erm...we didn't say you were...
Daria: Sure. That's what everyone thinks, isn't it? Daria, you're always so miserable. Daria, brighten up. DARIA GO LAY IN A TREE.
Ron: Look, we didn't say ANY of that junk--
Daria: Oh go screw a squirrel.
Ron: No, you go screw a three-headed dog!
Daria: Fine then, I think I will.
::::Daria leaves to find Fluffy::::
Harry: I'm not sure that was such a good idea, Ron.
Ron: She deserves it.
Harry: Hermione, get UP!
Hermione: Why SHOULD I? We've broken the Decree--
Harry: Oh give it a rest Hermione!
Hermione: Okay, let's go.
::::Hermione, Malfoy, Harry and Ron stand in a circle and hold hands. A whole bunch of light surrounds them and they disapear. Dumbledore apears at Lawndale and looks around before riding off into the sunset on a winged--lion.::::
FADE TO BLACK.
Okay, that was stupid, I know,