I thought of this one shot while on a sleepover with Rags2riches, we are both doing a crossover including Pellinor and something else. I chose Harry Potter because I think he acts like a pompous git and he thinks he's the chosen one. I am sorry if I offend anyone but this is just a random story which is designed to be funny. Thank you for reading and please don't forget to comment!

Maerad sat down on the side of the bed and sighed. Being the one is hard! Suddenly there was a crash coming from inside her cupboard. The door slammed open and a boy fell out coughing surrounded by smoke.

"Who are you?" She said warily, standing up.

"Harry Potter?" He said incredulously. "You know boy who lived, saved the world, kinda hard not to know."

"Really," Maerad said raising her eyebrows and giving him a look.

"Yes," He said and stared at her. "What kind of hole have you been living in to not know about me?"

"The one called reality," She said and turned around to look at him in the mirror. "Anyway, how can you think I'm weird when you appeared out of nowhere into my wardrobe?"

"I saved the whole of London, England, Britain, Europe, the World basically. How don't you know me!"

"Wait where?" Maerad turned back to him.

"London, England, Bri..."

"Shut up!" She cried. He complied. "You do realise that you aren't in the place you thought you were."

"I'm not in London anymore?" Harry asked confused.

"No, you're in Innial."

"Oh." Harry thought for a moment. "Well I'm the chosen one so it won't be hard to get back!"

"Chosen one?" Maerad asked hopefully, maybe he could help her unravel herself, even if he was pompous and arrogant.

"Yes!" Harry said, smiling and posing. "I am the chosen one!"

"What does being the chosen one involve?" She asked sitting back down.

"Saving the world, being totally awesome, getting famous, you know... just awesomeness!"

"I mean what do you do dipstick!"

"Defeat a crappy fairytale villain who is so unbelievably stereotypical that it's hard to believe and then get glory, it isn't that hard!"

"Glory?" Maerad asked staring at her feet. She didn't want to be famous.

"Yes, and love..."

"Love?" Her head shot up as she thought of Dernhill and then at the back of her mind, Cadvan.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but the global recognition is way better."

"I'm the fated one apparently. I've been prophesised and everything..."

"Yeah me too, my prophecy caused me to be turned into a superhero!"

"Err..." Maerad said, confused.

"Superhero? You? Yeah right!"

"It's true!"

"Well a pompous git like you can surely find someone to bore with your stories, but for now I really can't be bothered so just go away!" Maerad said standing up and pushing him out the room.

"You can't push me away, I saved everyone!" Harry shouted. Maerad slammed the door.

"Thank god he's gone..." she muttered, walking away.

Lol, I've wanted to do that for ages...