Warning: This story is completely ridiculous and has no actual point to it. It is the cause of my friend Pippki and I reading too many harry potter books, watching too much teen titans, and avoiding all forms of sleep. This story is not for the faint of heart. You have been warned.

This is the ultimate story where Teen Titans and Harry Potter are combined into one super, amazing, crazy, taco fanfic.

BEWARE!

Harry Robin Hobin; Hermoine Starfire Stermoine; Ron Speedy Reedy; Voldemort Terra Terramort;

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, I don't own Harry Potter, but I certainly own this beautiful idea!!!

Oh and I don't own the butterflies. That was taken from Potterpuppetpals. We love Potterpuppetpals.

The Magical Tale of Hobin Gotter and the Chamber of Pots

Chp. 1: People walk and Jump out Windows

It was a day, like any other day in Hogwarts castle. Which is how most of the days there usually went. Not much was happening, beside the magic….but that was normal. At least I guess it is. If it's not, then I best be getting up outta this place!

Right, back to the story.

Our protagonist of this fine tale, a pleasant chap by the name of Hobin Gotter, was currently walking down of one the ridiculously large passageways of the castle in search of his friend Reedy.

"Dammit, I hate all this walking! You'd think all these magic users would be smart enough to figure out a way to avoid this silly business of walking! Bloody idiots!"

Just as he was about to start a cursing rampage on the failure of his so called "comfort" nikes, he stumbled upon Reedy and his other friend Stermoine.

"Follow the butterflies! Follow the butterflies!" Reedy pranced about the hallway in quite a girlish manner, singing in a high pitched voice. Stermoine stood before him, scratching her head with her wand.

"I do not understand. I do not see any flies covered in butter. In fact, I do not see anything at all."

Hobin watched the exchange for a few seconds longer. In his mind, he was setting them all on fire whilst dancing ancient, but still fun, tribal dances around their decaying flesh.

Mmmmm, decaying flesh.

Uh…..right.

Well, after a few more moments of lunacy, Hobin decided to end things, thought not in quite as gruesomely a manner as he wished he could.

"Don't look now, Reedy! Terramort is right behind you!"

Reedy let out a high-pitched scream as he pranced frantically about the room. He then proceeded to throw himself out of a conveniently placed window.

Did I mention our heroes are 29.7 stories up?

Of course I did…n't.

Stermoine looked about the hallway again.

"But Hobin, I do not see Terramort. Is she invisible like the buttered flies?"

Hobin stared at the amazingly stupid girl for a moment longer before turning and walking away. As he walked, and walked, and walked some more, he imagined what it would be like if he could just light the whole world on fire.

One giant world of decaying, burning, charcolly flesh.

THE END!!!!

OR IS IT????

I don't expect much good feedback on this thing. It was more for my pleasure than anything else.

But if you'd like to see (or maybe even buy) pictures of this story please contact Pippki who helped collaborate on this piece. God bless her.