But I'm the Hero!

AN: Allo! You might have read this story before, under Usako-chan07. I DID NOT STEAL THIS, I CHANGED MY PENNAME. Alrighty then, onto the story.

Summary: Everybody's favorite heroes are here to save the day, all at the same time!

Disclaimer: Okay, I do not know who owns half of these, but I know that I do not. The Harry Potter characters are owned by J. K. Rowling (crowd cheers) and the

Sailor Moon characters are owned by Naoko Takueshi (crowd cheers).

Now enough of my psychotic ramblings, on with the story.

"Muahahaha! You are all doomed! Doomed I say!"

"No way Voldy! You will never kill me," came the voice of Harry Potter. "You will never kill us! I won't let you! Die Voldy! Why won't you die and stay dead? This is getting annoying! And why are you in a skirt?"

"I will never die! I am the all powerful, unstoppable Mushu! Wait sorry, wrong line! I am the immortal Voldemort! Muahahahaha! Oh, don't you just love my skirt? I got it at Bloomingdale's! Isn't it way fabu?"

"Muwho? Whatever. Nobody's immortal! We all have to die sometime! And your time is today! Oh, yea, that skirt is to die for!"

"In the name of Love and Justice, I am Sailor Moon and I will punish you! Now drop that stick!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Look lady, this is my fight, so get outta here!"

"I most certainly will not. You, little bespectacled boy, are in need of some assistance! And I am here to help!"

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am!"

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Underdog! Dundududun! There's no need to fear, Underdog is here!"

"Ugghh, it can talk! Tuxedo Maaaask!"

"Miss, I won't hurt you, I promise. There is no need to be afraid."

"Superman to the rescue," cried an enormously cheesy man with underwear on the

outside of his pants.

"Hello, can you not see that we are in the middle of something here? Voldy, kill him."

"Hmm...I never thought I would see the day when The Boy Who Lived would be asking for me to kill someone! Never, in my wildest dreams, I mean, what an honor! I feel proud, invigorated, and so damn sexy-"

"JUST KILL THE DAMN SLEAZEBALL ALREADY!"

"Okie-dokie then. I guess we all know who has their thong in twist up his ass. Cough Potter Cough. Avada Kedavra!"

SWISH.

BOOM.

THUMP.

The sleaze ball was dead. Everybody was doing the ho-down. Even Dumbledore (Who had a strange dislike for clothes) came in stark naked, cried "It's naked ho-down time!" and started dancing with Voldy.

Then they all lived happily ever after because the sleaze ball was dead.

The End.

Okies, I hope you like it! Peace!