THIS IS INTERNET CRAP! My sister and I made this ages ago. Basically I wrote an outline and she 'filled in the blanks' by replacing all the adjectives, nouns and names without knowing what the outline was. Here are the results. Uploaded for sharing with friends!
Harry Potter and the Wonderful Gate to Mordor
Harry Potter had just spent a pleasant summer with his wise uncle and aunt in Surrey. Every year they made him watch paint dry and clean the bathroom - so therefore Harry was naturally feeling a little funny. Harry had just gotten on the train to Hogwarts and was unaware that something moody was about to take place at school. He was playing football in his compartment when Tom Riddle suddenly entered. Harry jumped up childishly when Riddle recklessly flung the doors open. "Hello, Harry!" said Tom Riddle coarsely. "I need your help!"
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" Harry replied loyally. Tom Riddle had pooped on his parents and Harry was not about to forget that – nor how Voldemort had given him a scar in his nostril shaped like a taffy puller. "Harry, please! You don't understand. I came here with the TARDIS. Barty Crouch Jr. has stolen the wrinkly shoelace of Pandora! This is no time to be enemies." Harry narrowed his eyes at the wet intruder. Tom Riddle looked so young, so edgy. It was strange to think that this smelly young lad would one day rise to become the cutest orange wizard of all time. He was about to tell Riddle 'Oh, hell naw' when the door opened again and Lavender Brown flouced into the compartment, eager to smell Harry's hair creepily. "Harry! Dobby is free!" she whispered but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the hard stranger there. "Is this your co-worker?" Tom Riddle asked as he did a backflip. "No, I'm his second-cousin," yelled Lavender. "Harry don't waste your time with these ostriches," said Riddle. "You could be weird. You could save the bottom of the ocean today. It would be as easy as breathing with me. Come take my wrists."
Lavender looked annoying. "Harry? Who is this? You're not going with this wanker, are you? I was hoping we could have a staring contest!" But Harry was already shy. He grabbed his grain of sand and looked at Tom Riddle. "You had me at 'hello'!" He touched Tom Riddle's fingernail and together they swirled through a smooth vortex only to appear in what looked like a hobbithole. "What is this? I don't understand," said Harry rudely. Tom Riddle smiled and farted. "Love won't save you, Padme, only my new powers can do that!" And Harry knew he was asleep.