

H.Potter andthe Campside AngstOnce upon a time, a bunch of fictional characters were sitting around a campfire.H.Potter andthe Campside Angst
There were evil characters and good characters and not-so-good-not-so-evil characters, and Severus Snape was there too roasting some marshmallows.
At the centre of the crowd sat a young bespectacled schoolboy, his chin in his hand and his elbow on his knee, sighing dramatically to himself with every angst fibre in his body.
“We’re all going to die,” he moaned to the gathered characters, “JK has marked us all for death.”
Voldemort dropped the popcorn with a girlie scream, “Why would she do that? After all we’ve
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