One day I was driving along a country road. It was a hot, summer day, but a cool wind was blowing through my hair. I asked my pet rabbit, Jarvus, if he was okay. The little idiot just ignored me. I shrugged it off. That's when I saw some old bastard flailing his hands around like a demented baboon. I was about to drive past when I realized the person was actually Harry Styles from One Direction. I pulled over near him.
"Can you give me a lift?" Harry asked, sticking his stupid, oversized head through the window.
"No, I just came here to taunt you," I replied, "You evil freak. First of all, your momma's so fat..."
Suddenly, Professor Snape appeared out of nowhere and started slapping the shit out of Harry. Then Dumbledore and a few other old hicks appeared and starting pouring applesauce upon Harry's head. They kicked him into a corner, screeching, "Bother! Bother!" over and over again. I finally left when the fuzz arrived and started cracking skulls.
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Fan Fiction Collides
FanfictionThis is a book of some deranged bastards from the shows we all know and love.
