Sleeping Potter

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. Pinky and Brain aren't mine.
Sleeping Beauty isn't mine... I have nothing and no one. Even my cat
hates me.

A/N: This story line is based on the Disney version of Sleeping Beauty, as it is the one I am most familiar with.

Pitcher arrived back at the small log keeper's cottage that she had called her home for nearly 15 years and called out to the kindly fairies that had cared to her, though, of course, she did not know that they were fairies.

"Pinky! Brain! Prainky!"

The cottage was in darkness and Pitcher, instead of turning on the light, decided it would be far more practical to stumble around in the dark.

"Prainky! Yeeeowch! Braaain! Piiiinkyeouch!" Pitcher walked into the table and promptly fell over, grabbing onto the tablecloth to keep herself upright, and instead pulling the entire contents of the table on top of herself.

"GAAH!" The lights flickered on and the three good fairies appeared before her. They were tapping their feet and shaking their heads...well Prainky was. Pinky was marveling at how well she could blink and Brain was calculating how much this incident had delayed her plans for world domination.

Prainky ambled over and pulled Pitcher to her feet. She was covered in a mixture of ball gown, birthday cake and soap suds form a bucket Pinky had forgotten to put away.

"Pitcher? What did we tell you about turning on lights when you go into a dark room?"

"Do it?"

"That's right." Prainky tapped Pitcher on the head. "Now get up! Happy Birthday child!"

Pitcher suddenly noticed the cake and ball gown and realised they weren't things that were usually scattered around the house. She blinked and stared about before lifting the dress and spinning around the room with it.

"Huzzah!" she cried out, "Huzzah!"

Pinky joined in her twirling and Prainky shook her head.

"Well try the gown on!" she called out to Pitcher. "We need to know if it fits you! Your going into the presence of royalty tonight!"

Pitcher cocked her head to one side and stopped twirling. Pinky crashed into the welsh dresser.

"Are we playing dressing up?"

"No child..." Prainky took a deep breath. She had always dreaded this day. Not particularly because she couldn't bear to be parted from her darling Pitcher, but mainly because she new it would take 3 days or so for Pitcher to understand what the blinking heck she was on about.

"What then?"

"Well..."

"Oh guess what!" Pitchers short attention span didn't help either.

"What?" Prainky sighed and sat down. This could take some time.

"I found my soul mate!"

Prainky groaned. She didn't not want to explain to Pitcher why a geranium couldn't possibly be her soul mate again.

"His name is Todd! He is taaaall!" Pitcher sung tunefully. Her eyes became glazed and she jerked erratically.

Brain sighed and got out an abacus. Yet more time was being eaten out of her plan for world domination.

"That's nice dear...." Prainky suddenly had an idea. "Is his name Prince Todd?"

Pitcher stopped jerking and gazed at her curiously. Pinky stood up and stumbled over.

"Narf!" Pinky passed out.

"Anyway dear, as I was saying, is his name Prince Todd?"

Pitcher looked thoughtful.

"No."

"Ah. Well then there is a problem, because your name isn't really Pitcher. It's Princess Harry Potter Junior. You are a princess Pitcher."

Pitcher blinked.

"So I'm afraid he can't possibly be your soul mate. He's not a Prince." Prainky held her breath. It was a long shot but Pitcher might have actually understood something the first time it was explained.

"Okay." Pitcher stood up. She walked over to the stairs and started to climb them.

"Where are you going?"

"To put the dress on."

"Why?"

"Because we have to leave. I want to go to the castle now."

"But..."

"I am a Princess and I order you to take me to the castle!" Pitcher stomped her foot.

"But, but..." Prainky spluttered again.

"What is it?"

"We have to go after nightfall a evil fairy wants to kill you."

Pitcher sighed, obviously exasperated by the simpleton before her.

"Duh, I will order him not to kill me."

"I don't think he'll listen."

"Well we have to go soon anyway. Todd insisted that he has to come to the cottage tonight. He loves me."

"Really?" Prainky was dubious.

"Yes." Pitcher disappeared to put on her dress, leaving Prainky standing in the kitchen, a pile of birthday cake goop and a gently slumbering Pinky at her feet and a muttering Brain, complaining that word domination was a stressful business and she could not THINK with all this noise!