Harry and Cedric were cruising the space time continuum, when there was a flash of bright light and they landed flat on their faces. As they got up saw that they were standing on a cloud of sorts and ahead them was a glorious glowing city with a humongous castle.

"Hey lets stay here!" suggested Cedric. Harry nodded.

"It's the wizard kid! Get him Laslo!" said a familiar pink house elf, that looked rather angry, and coming towards the boys, was Laslo the green house elf.

"Run Cedric, run for your life…" whispered Harry as they touched the Tri-wizard cup and disappeared.

"Damnit!" said Laslo as he broke his wand in half. He wept. Judy ate some licorice.

The two champions once again saw a flash of light, Harry landed on his feet, Cedric took a face-plant. This time, they were in a graveyard. An owl hooted in a tree.

"Hold me…" said Cedric as he hugged Harry.

"Oh for the love of…" said Harry, but then he saw something.

They looked off into the distance of the graveyard. Up ahead they saw what appeared to be a cauldron. It was producing a bubbly liquid that smelled of impeding doom, and standing right by it was a short man in a white outfit.

"Hello?" asked Harry as he walked closer, "who are you?"

"Then we add some of this spice…BAM!" said Emeril to some cameraman behind a tombstone.

"Hey you two, over here!" called Wormtail from the other smoking cauldron of impending doom.

Harry and Cedric walked over and left Emeril by himself. Emeril wept, for no one gave a damn about his TV show.

"Kill the spare!" yelled a voice.

Wormtail walked up to Cedric and hit him with the killing curse, but to no avail. Cedric was still alive and staring blankly ahead. The voice mumbled something else, Wormtail picked up a book, and threw it. Cedric died.

"Oh man this can't be any good for my lovable appealing character in book 5" mused Harry.

Wormtail went over to the cauldron and started to pour in ingredients that would bring his master back to life. Only the evilest of ingredients were used.

"A dash of sour Gummi Bears…" mumbled Wormtail. Harry handed him some rainbow sprinkles.

"…and now to stir, for my master shall live again!…hey what's that?…" said Wormtail.

"What?" asked Harry, for in the time he looked away Voldermort snuck up behind the cauldron and crouched down low. This was due to the author of this fic making Voldermort play twister and dance in his underwear, before realizing that Voldermort isn't supposed to be alive yet, but Harry didn't know that.

The Dark Lord mumbled something incoherent and it sounded something like, "lousy author"…or King Arthur. He had been at Voldermort's birthday party last week…

"Here he is Ladies and Gentlemennnnnnnnnn, the Dark Loooord!" shouted Wormtail into the microphone as a bunch a fake smoke poured out of the cauldron.

Voldermort arose from behind the steaming batch of liquid and made his very own sound effects.

"Hello Harry Potter" he said maliciously.

"Hello" said Harry happily.

"….Right." A moment of silence passed. Harry coughed. Voldermort look around, and then finally he got the most brilliant idea.

"I should so totally call up my posse to meet us here!" said the Dark Lord as he concentrated on calling his followers. With a couple of loud pops, several people in masks appeared.

"How did you do that?" asked Harry amazed.

"He called us by contacting us through the Dark Mark on our forearms" said one of the death eaters as he lifted up his sleeve and displayed his happy face rub-on tattoo.

"This must be a dream," said Harry as he pinched himself. "Damnit!" he yelled. He pinched himself again.

"This is the Real World Harry Potter!" roared the Dark Lord.

"The Real World…." said Harry.

"This is the true story, of 5 death eaters, a Dark Overlord and a boy hero, picked to hang out in a graveyard…" said everyone to a camera.

Harry walked over to the camera and sat down on a tombstone. He spoke. "I don't know, should I be mad at him for killing my parents? Is that really me….I don't want to be here anymore, I don't want to be around people who hate me!" cried Harry.

"Will you hurry up! Other people have to confess to you know!" yelled Lucius.

Just then Voldermort forgot about wanting to confess that he had read all the Harry Potter books and saw his movies because he had to uphold the bad guy image. He walked over to Harry. He had the utmost loathing is his eyes, hatred was boiling inside of the Dark Lord. Or it could have been that chicken burrito he ate earlier. Who knew?

"And now we duel," proclaimed Voldermort as he bought out something that Harry knew he could never beat the Dark Lord at.

Jump Rope.

"Noooooooooo! Couldn't we just inflict pain on each other with the wands!" said Harry pleadingly.

"No! I shall show you my skills…" said Voldermort as Avery and Nott started spinning the rope.

"Ice Cream Soda, January Punch! Tell me the name of your honey bunch!" sang all the death eaters. Harry just stared as the Dark Lord started break dancing while somehow jumping at the same time. Suddenly the rope started glowing and then a brilliant bright light erupted from the ends. For some reason, Harry's parents appeared.

"Mom! Dad!" he said.

"Son!" they both yelled.

"Harry, how are you? Do you still have that rash?" said Lily.

"Oh jeez" said Harry as he lowered his head in embarrassment. He heard a few of the death eaters giggle.

"Did you comb you hair today?" asked his dad concernedly.

"….."

"Did you change your underwear today?" asked his mother.

"Mom, your embarrassing me in front of the mass murderers," said Harry gesturing to the Dark Lord and the death eaters.

"By the way, how are you dear boys?" said Lily.

"Fine Mrs. Potter" they all chimed.

"….That's it I'm out of here!" said Harry as he threw his hands in the air and walked over to Cedric, grabbed him, the Tri-wizard cup and went back to Hogwarts.

"Master, he got away!" yelled Wormtail. The Dark Lord didn't care. He had now challenged the Potters' to the ultimate jump rope duel.

"S T U V W…you stopped on W! Wormtail is you honey bunch!" James teased his wife. Everyone cheered.

Right…I don't know what the hell is up with the ending, just memories of middle school days.

Everyone: Haha! You landed on B! Bill is your honey bunch!"

Me: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Anyway, short chapter, but it's all good…I hope…Review!