DISCLAIMER: I am Madam Jinx (AKA: Shastel). This story was originally created by Brandon Anderson. But Ashley B, Jaime A, Tyler B., and myself all contributed ideas.
Nobody owns anything, cause when you die you can't take it with you. But for this lifetime, J.K.R owns Harry Potter and all the other characters from her books mentioned here, McDonalds own The scary clown-and they can keep him, and Matt "Stoned" Stone and Trey "Parked Car" Parkerown South Park.

I own me… Brandon owns a bag of weed…and my brother smells like poo. So please enjoy the story we wrote and put a lot of effort in and worked really hard on and went through all the trouble to type it up and paste it on this site, but we still don't own…what a world….

ENJOY!

The Ten Commandments of the Chamber of Blunts

1. Thou shalt be American, not British.

2. Hogwarts shalt not be a school.

3. Hogwarts shalt be a place where kids live and smoke pot, take ecstasy, and have acid trips.

4. The Blunt Man shalt be a play off of Voldemort.

5. Everyone shalt get high.

6. Everyone shalt enjoy getting high.

7. Hermione shalt still be smart, though high.

8. Everyone who is not at Hogwarts shalt think it is a juvenile detention facility.

9. Thou shalt not steal another's weed bag.

10. Thou shalt do whatever the hell thou wants-except steal another's weed bag, hate pot, or be British.

HARRY POTHEAD AND THE CHAMBER OF BLUNTS!

Chapter One: Dude, Where's My Weed?

It's another one of those boring ass day at WartHogs…I'm sorry Hogwarts. (What a stupid name) Anyway, Harry Pothead, Hermione Stranger, Brandon Anderson, and Ronald McDonald…(sorry Ronald Weasel) were all sitting under the Whipping Willow, which was so drunk, he tied his branches in a knot…again.

Harry Pothead was sniffing through his prized bag of weed. He had his head buried so deep in the burlap sack, it was amazing he could even breathe.

"Hey, Harry, give it a rest will you? You gotta take a break sometime." Ron yawned as he sat picking his teeth with a stick.

"He's right you know." Hermione stated. "Prolonged usage of weed may make your powers weaker, or even worse, you could lose you power."

Harry lifted his head out of the bag, a snippet of plant sticking out of his nose. "You sure do talk a big show for a chick that smokes as much as you." He babbled. He tried to stand up but fell over laughing. The group busted up in a riot.

"Damn you're high-larious Pothead." Brandon, the new kid, laughed. The kids busted up again, Hermione snorted like a pig and Ron admitted he crapped his pants.

"Hey, isn't this place cool?" Brandon asked looking around. All he saw was crazy colors and pink elephants. "Awesome…..." he pulled a mangled blunt from his pocket and lit it.

THREE HOURS LATER

Brandon: "Man, I am so fuckin' stoned."

Harry: "I have no idea what's goin' on"

Hermione: "E equals mmm… pie. triangle? square?"

Ron: Who you callin' a square?"

Towelie: "Don't forget to bring a towel."

All: WHAT?

Towelie: When you get high, you have to bring a towel

All: For What?

Towelie: um, I can't remember ………………….You wana get high 'gain?

All: sigh…..

Narrator: Just then, Harry realizes his bag of weed is gone!

Harry: I just realized….My bag of weed is gone!

All except Towelie: Gasp!

Towelie: Ha! Huh? Oh, man… I have no idea what's goin' on…

Harry: Guys, this isn't cool man…huh cool…Dude, where my weed man…c'mon…where's it? C'mon….man…dude….seriously…c'mon….damn….it…..