This is something my friend Jess and I wrote around about last year after we'd both finished reading HP5 (in other words: the day after it was published), during the last 5 minutes of lunchtime. We wrote it down on a piece of paper torn from my Geography folder and promptly forgot about it. Then today I was sitting in Maths bored out of my mind, and I suddenly remembered it. And I decided to post it. Ah, the insanity... Oh, and I'm writing this all with my right arm in a sling due to a slight accident in school. Nothing special, just some internal bleeding around the elbow and a really sore joint. But that's why my typing's not so good.

Disclaimer: Don't you hate these? Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, or the song. And yes, I know it doesn't exactly fit the tune. Oh, and Miss Powel's a REALLY nasty teacher at my school.

Every night in my dreams,

I flood Miss Powel's office,

But I know my plan won't go on...

(Chorus):

Fred... George...

Where are you my dears?

Won't you please at least send me

Peeves...

A fireworks box...

A Portable Swamp,

Would aid us greatly,

We need your aid,

To survive this lesson... (end chorus)

You're our inspiration,

Our comfort, our laughter!

Where would pranksters be,

If not for you?

(Chorus+ next bit)

Fred... George...

We need your aid,

To survive through the next term,

And so go on and on...

(Corny flute music in the background)

Oh dear, I should really check with those applications to the Psychiatric Ward... Like I said, this was done really quickly, so that's why it's kind of bad. Oh hell, it's crap! But review anyway.