Don't run. Really. Let me explain myself. I had half an hour to write a fanfiction that was at least 300 words that fell within my brother's guidelines. The guidelines were as follows: Harry Potter, going into the Dungeon of Disney with Ron and sexy Hermione (Ron and Hermione had to have sex), and they must encounter Mickey Mouse, Daffy Duck, and Taz. I don't even. THIS is what happened. Please read with a very open mind and a need for serious lawl. Because, to be honest, it's two in the morning, and I don't even.

Disclaimer: I don't even.

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One day Harry woke up with Hermione on top of him. Ron wasn't happy about this. So he killed Harry. The Wizarding World was screwed. The end.

But wait! Harry received a phoenix down and returned from the dead. "Oh my goodness the Dark Lord has taken up residence in a chamber of Hogwarts. I must be an idiot and face him myself!" he cried. Ron and a scantily-clad Hermione did their best to stop him.

"No Harry! You mustn't! Dumbledore would want us to inform him of the Dark Lord's presence!" Hermione said.

"Can't hear you, too busy staring at your butt!" Harry retorted, making a dash for the oh-so-secret Chamber of Disney which he had conveniently just learned about in the last plot hole that miraculously turned into a loophole that strangely turned into a wormhole. Ron and Hermione followed, though Hermione was having trouble keeping up due to the fact that her boobs kept attempting to leap from her shirt.

Suddenly he, Hermione, and Ron found themselves face to face with two strange-looking animals guarding the door to the last room of the chamber.

"Halt!" shouted the duck, spitting all over Ron's face.

"Oh, that's hot," Hermione purred, running a hand up Ron's chest.

Harry ignored them as they began to get it on right then and there. "Look, we need to get into the Chamber so I can have an angst scene and miraculously defeat the Dark Lord and save the world."

"AN:GKLFDJFG:LSKJDG:JKLSDGF"JADHGJKFALDFBKJJAHLDGFGSHKKFA," said Taz, removing his monocle.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Harry asked, hesitantly. He was unsure if this furry brown creature was the one the prophesy foretold about.

"He said, you may pass, if you pass the test," the Duck replied, spitting again, this time on Harry.

"What test?"

"OW!" Ron cried out suddenly. Harry turned around to see the redhead flailing about, the tasmanian devil biting his rear.

"... Did we pass?" Harry asked, looking back to the duck.

"Only you did," Daffy responded, stepping aside to let Harry pass.

Harry entered the last room to see a small figure with mouse ears. "Are you the Dark Lord?" He asked, warily.

"Yes!" Squeaked the small mouse. "No one wanted to buy my figurines when Square Enix began producing them under the name Kingdom Hearts, so I decided to take my revenge by taking Voldemort's place and conquering the Wizarding World!"

"But Mickey!" Harry replied, tears in his eyes.

"What, insolent fool? You can't stop me!" Mickey roared, waving his hands in the air.

"Your shoe's untied."

As Mickey looked down, Harry ran forward and body slammed the mouse. Stunned, Mickey begged for mercy, but mercy was not found in the kick that was delivered to his stomach. Mickey was kicked out of Paris. Mickey was kicked out of France.

Mickey was kicked out of the universe without his underpants.

And Harry was victorious. The end.

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