Title: My Imagination
Summary: The Harry Potter characters get to meet a fanfiction author... me. :P Very funny and a tad bit weird.

Harry, Ron, Herimone, Draco Malfoy and Snape came out of a black, twisty, portal and ended up in a blank, white, space.

"Where are we?" asked Herimone.

"How in the bloody hell did we get here?" asked Ron.

"... Wait a minute, why is Draco and Snape here?" asked Harry, thinking that something bad was going to happen.

Snape rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I would like to know too."

"You're not the only one," muttered Malfoy.

"Welcome to my imagination.." said a disembodied voice, also known as veld, the fanfiction author. Suddenly the characters know who I am.

"You're... veld the what? Author? What's fanfiction?" asked Ron, confused.

"Let me use my mighty powers.." said I, and they suddenly knew what fanfiction is.

"Oh! It's been a while since I've heard of that. I've wrote a few fanfictions before I knew I was a wizard.. So you're a fanfiction writer? That's cool," said Herimone.

"Yes, child, and you're in my imagination," said I.

"WHAT!?!?" all of the characters shouted in unison.

"You're in my imagination," said I.

"We know that!" shouted Ron, "Where are you - Oh, wait, we're in your imagination.. Nevermind."

"Why are we even in your imagination? We were in the middle of Potions!" shouted Snape, now annoyed.

"And you shouldn't treat the Gryffindors like trash, evil one," said I, and I used my mystical-imagination-author-powers to turn Snape into a small, small, weed.

"PROFESSOR!" shouted Draco, staring at the weed, shocked.

"And I liked it better when you were a white ferret, Malfoy," said I, and I used my mystical-imagination-author-powers to turn Malfoy into a white ferret.

"Whoa, wicked!" said Ron.

"... I think I'm starting to like you zeld," said Harry.

"It's veld, not zeld," said I.

"Oh, uh, sorry veld."

"It's alright dear original character, and I must tell you all about the forbidden truth."

"Forbidden Truth?" asked Herimone.

"The forbidden truth.. The truth that must not be revealed to the original characters in the art of fanfiction. The truth that'll spoil the hearts of authors and readers everywhere... Harry, Ron, Herimone, you do not exist."

"... Come again?" asked Harry.

"You were all originally made up by the author, J.K. Rowling," said I, "You only exist in the minds of J.K, her readers and fanfiction writers. Thus, you do not exist in reality. Thus again, that's why you're in my imagination."

Long Silence.

"... Who's J.K. Rowling?" said Ron.