Disclaimer: not mine, never have been, never will be. no money made. please don't sue.
Summary: 100 word crackfic about campfire stories. Nonslash.
A/N: Virtual smores to everyone that read, reviewed, and favorited "Happy Birthday, Mudblood" I'm so glad you liked it! :-)
Scary
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"...left was a shriveled hand."
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and random members of the DA shivered around the campfire as they listened to Harry's ghost story.
"That's pathetic, Potter," Draco's disembodied voice said from out of nowhere. Startled, the gang discovered the blond wizard perched in the tree above them. He dropped down to the ground and stood next to Harry, sneering down at the group before him.
Annoyed, Harry said, "You think you can do better, Malfoy?"
"Of course," he said arrogantly. He reached into his robes and slowly pulled out "My Immortal" by Tara Gilesbie.
Everyone screamed.