theenvymask:

one-time-i-dreamt:

I was standing by Harry Potter’s deathbed. Only, when he died, he immediately transformed into a vampire and took off at super speed. Naturally, I was a vampire as well; I followed him into the forest, where he was waiting for me with a large crowd so that he could race me.
The whistle was blown, and the race began. I was easily matching his speed, but Potter produced a baton out of thin air and began twirling it while facing me with a smug grin, presumably to antagonize me. I pulled out my own baton and twirled it at him. We angrily twirled our batons at each other.

Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way wrote this