Author's Note: These are the short tidbits that were previously dispersed through the story. I made an executive decision to move them back here to the end of the fiction, where people can revel in their nonsense one after another. I hope you enjoy! If I ever feel like writing something that is nonsensical just for fun, I'll add it to the bottom of this chapter. But the story, that was previously told, is complete. These are just... additions.

EX: Dark Lord Potter!?

Harry sat on his throne and laughed. It was seemingly random, and some servants looked at him strangely, but quickly averted their gaze at the thought of being punished. After putting down Voldemort, Harry had gotten a hold of the Elder Wand, and who would give that up? Plus the wizard world turned their back on him. There had been a few snags, but Harry had risen to power on his own accord after that, and then the world now knew to true meaning of Dark Lord.

Harry turned to his side, one of his servants, Ron was sitting their awaiting his orders. Harry spoke loudly and sharply as he ordered, "Ron! Make me a sandwich!"

Ron twitched his eye and quipped back, "Make your own d-" but then quickly stared at his feet when Harry sent him an icy glare, "Um… okay! Right away sir!"

Ron scrambled off as Harry turned to Hermione, his court jester. He had tried to get the twins, but he couldn't bring himself to, and let those two go because they were pretty awesome, especially for the pranks.

"Sing for me!"

Hermione scratched the back of her head for a moment, trying to think of song before suddenly remembering something from the internet, "Najeneun ttasaroun inganjeog-" *

"Crucio!" Harry quickly shouted out in panic. He had no idea what that was, but it was terrible. His ears felt like bleeding. After a two second exposure to the curse, Herimione seemed to rethink her decision.

"Erm… More and more, I can't say no. So afraid of letting go. If there is something I can grab, You can bet I'll pay the tab…" *

Harry sighed, the painful ringing finally subsiding from his ears. He would find out who had created that ridiculous noise from previous, and make him pay, dearly.

One of his servants came rushing in, shouting, "Intruder! In the dungeons! Intruder in the dungeons! Thought you might want to know…" before passing out. Harry sighed; he really hated this one guy. If it wasn't Voldemort on the back of his head or trolls in dungeons, it was passing out on the floor all the time. Harry motioned for a servant to take care of Quirrel as he stood up and made his way to the center of the hall. It looked like it would be combat time.

A certain blonde haired silver eyed witch came strolling into the dark lords chambers. It was quite a strange sight to behold. Harry felt his vein bulge, of all the wizards and witches in the world, Luna Lovegood had managed to evade him. And although he did not want to admit it, it was slightly scared that she would be his downfall.

"Captain!" shouted out Harry as a large cat that looked vicious jumped down from who knows where. Luna smirked and drew her dagger with her off hand with her wand in her other. "Here kitty kitty…"

Captain pounced high into the air, poised and ready to attack. Luna did a graceful twirl and cut the beast along its side. Captain froze when she landed. The cut had been exactly on a strange symbol on its side. Harry from across the room was yelling out of pain.

"That was my horcrux you-" shouted Harry, continuing with a color streak of wizard swears.

Luna smirked and point her wand at Captain, muttering some strange spell. Harry stopped seething to turn around and find Captain flying at him with a poptart body, rainbows coming out of the other side, and a very strange tune playing in the back of his head. *

Harry grunted as he was hit in the stomach and flew a couple meters before crumpling to the floor. He was pretty sure a couple of his ribs and bones were broken, along with his wounded pride. In the background he could still hear Hermione's voice, "I just need to find some peace…"

That is the story of how Harry Potter, Dark Lord, was brought to justice, and the wizard world restored to peace. That is, until Luna picked up the elder wand.

Footnotes:

1- That Gungam Style thing that's been going around. Its been getting on my nerves. Don't look this up, trust me.

2- A song by Weezer called Peace.

3- Nyan Cat meme. You'll find a ton of 10 hour versions on youtube.

EX: Aliens At Hogwarts!?

"So your saying that people actually believe that other creatures live way out above in the sky?" asked Ron with a cynical look.

"Its theoretically possible, yes. And its not the sky its outer space!" replied Hermione.

"SPACE!" yelled Harry, chipping in.

"Oh yeah, why in the name of bloody merlin's beard do you keep doing that Harry?" asked Ron.

"Doing what?"

"Yelling stuff about space"

"What? When did I do that?"

"Just now… Stop making me sound like the mental one!"

"You don't need me to make you sound like the mental one. That's Hermione's job!"

"What! I don't make him sound mental!"

Ron and Harry simply stared back. Even Ron accepted this given fact of life. After a bit more bickering, the trio went their separate ways for the evening. Harry working on whatever project he had going on, Hermione studying, and Ron was left to wander the campus for the night. Ron sighed as he sat underneath a tree overlooking the planes in front of the forest.

Hours later, Ron's eyes shot open as a result of a thundering noise. He quickly jumped to his feet and looked around. Harry was next to him, probably having come to find Ron and wake him up so they could go eat. But that wasn't the creepy part.

In front of them was a transport vehicle, of some kind, crashed into the Earth, from the sky.

Harry put his hand onto his head. This could only mean one thing. "Aliens…"

"Alee Ends? What?"

Harry ignored Ron's lack of muggle culture and general pop science as he stared at the ship, because the door was slowly opening. The ship was the side of a large tree, so Harry tensed as he wondered what was going to come out.

And it was… a cat.

A small cat, resembling something Harry had seen before. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth hung open. Needless to say, Ron looked stupefied like usual. A silvery grey colored cat marched forward, but half a dozen more could be seen at the ships door. They all wore uniforms that resembled military coats. The cat looked towards Harry and Ron, before letting out a disappointed sigh.

"If this is the average intelligence of this planet, its as good as ours…"

Ron perked up immediately at the sound of him being insulted, "Hey!"

"Oh, they speak. Yes we were wondering if you could help us find our leader…"

Before he could finish, Captain jumped out of Harry's pocket.

"Hiya!"

"Ah sir, I was wondering where you had gone. Our fleet is standing by for our fifty year report in from sector thirty one. All canons are locked and loaded, if your done with this place, we can blow it to pieces and get out of here!"

"Eh, not yet, we still have some things to take care of. Report back to Akbar and await further orders."

"What!? Akbar? Why!? He's just going to hold us in questioning for a couple hours. He's never been the same since that time oh so very long ago and oh so very far away… *shivers*"

"Just tell him its not a trap and he should be fine."

"We tried that! Ever since that stupid film was made with him in it, he constantly reminds us of his 'starring role' It's really amazing how we get anything done!"

"Sigh… I'll give a call, why don't you head out before we cause another incident. No need to get the CIA involved again. Last time we had to flashy thing a hundred thousand of them. Not fun."

"Alright! Reporting out!"

The group quickly got into the shuttle and left as quickly as the came in a streak of light.

Harry blinked.

"Captain… you're in the military!?"

"Yeah? You didn't think I was born with that name did you?"

"This is just… wrong on so many levels… Hey Ron!" Harry snapped his fingers in front of Ron's face, "Wanna go grab something to eat?"

"Oh yeah, sure!" answered Ron after he recovered from his stupor.

And this another crisis was averted for the citizens of Earth.

EX: Draco's Revenge!?

Draco grit his teeth. This had gone on far too long. The Potter and his pals were practically enjoying free rein to do anything they wanted. They no longer feared the once mighty Draco Malfoy. And to make matters worse, their arrogance was spreading to the rest of the school. No one even batted a second eye towards him. Even his power in the Slytherin house was diminishing slowly but surely. All from one stupid prank.

Well two could play at that game.

Draco gathered Crabbe and Goyle and set out to right the wrongs done to him. How you ask? With revenge of course. Draco carefully planned a series of pranks to get back at Potter. And oh, he would be very sorry.

So Draco snuck into the Gryffindor dormitories to wreak a little havoc.

The next morning, he was sitting in his first class of the day, Transfiguration, with the bloody gryffindors. Draco waited patiently for Harry to come in. Draco had set Harry's alarm clock back a bit, so he would be late to class for sure. The bells rang signaling the start of class. Just as they rang, Harry came rushing through the door.

McGonagall turned to look at Harry, "Nice to see you could make it to cla- Mr. Potter… your teeth…"

Draco smirked. In his rush, Harry hadn't check his toothpaste, resulting in him having green teeth for the day. This was surely Draco's win. McGonagall would be furious and-

"Very nice Mr. Potter. Truly in the spirit of St. Patricks day. Ten points to Gryffindor! Now take your seat."

Draco froze and looked at the date, it was March 17th. Draco sighed, but then jumped up when Crabbe pinched him. Draco turned to him and whispered harshly, "You dolt. We're slytherin, we always wear grin." Crabbe gave him a dumb look, then Draco ignored him.

Later that day, Draco made sure to get ahead of Harry in the halls, and set up a long wire across the hallway. Harry was late to potions, so there was no way he would notice. Draco waited for second before he saw Harry storming through the hall, and then he quickly hid. This was a basic prank, there was no way this could backfire.

Harry tripped and spilled his last nights potion assignment. Harry grumbled, before he noticed that Marshmallow grind had fallen out of his bag and mixed with his potion, changing its color. Harry got up grinning, "Oh that's what missed! Whew, almost failed that assignment." And he took off down the hall.

Draco just sat there, banging his head against the wall.

Around lunch, a fuming Draco passed by the Gryffindor table and dropped something into Harry's goblet. This would give him mild food poisoning. Draco thought it was rather extreme for a prank, but it was necessary to show him who was boss. Draco would later be able to visit poor Potter in the hospital ward and brag to him how he fell for the simple trap and how no one would say anything since he had them all under his thumb.

Harry arrived and sat down at the table. He was thirsty so he took a big gulp from his goblet. Then suddenly, he didn't feel too good. He turned towards Hermione, who asked, "Harry are you okay? You look a little green… You should head up to Madam Pomfrey!"

"What!" exclaimed Ron. "That's not fair! I had to stay up all night working on that essay, while Harry said he was going to just blow it off, and then he gets to skip class the day its due so he can just sit and do it peacefully in the hospital ward! C'mon!"

"Ronald!"

Thump

Harry turned and saw Draco thump his head onto his table. Harry briefly wondered what was wrong, but then dismissed it as his problem. Harry quickly got up and made his way to Madam Pomfrey before he accidentally lost his breakfast.