Author's Note: I wrote this horrible piece of fan fiction when I was around 10 years old, and obsessed with Harry Potter. As you can see, it's not very good, in fact, it's very bad. I guess that's what you can expect from a 10 year-old Harry Potter obsessed Peeves fan. I could have always edited it, made it better, and added on to it, but where's the fun in that? Really, I'm just too lazy to do it. All I did was correct some slight spelling errors, forgive me for overlooking any grammatical errors. Still, I hope some reader will take pity on me and at least get a smile and a chuckle out of it. Enjoy, if you can!

Strange Happenings at Hogwarts

Hi, my name's Harry Potter, and I'm here to tell you all about my strange week at Hogwarts. I'm not talking about the things that muggles think are strange. No. the things I'm writing about are strange even for Hogwarts. Anyway, on Monday I knew I was in for a loooonnnggg week when Snape got sick. It got even weirder when Peeves flew into the dungeon. "Blimey, what's Peeves doing here?" Ron whispered to me. "I dunno." I replyed. "Okay, Ickle Studenty-poos, Snapey-doodles is sick, so I'll be teaching for today." Peeves said "Why you?" asked Ron. "Because dear old Dumbles promised me some big moulah if I did." Peeves retorted. "Anyway, today we'll be learning how to make a potion that will make the consumer fart repeatedly for 15 hours." "Finally, a potion that I can try on Longbottom!" Sneered Malfoy. "Oooh, naughty naughty Malfoy, 75 points from Slytherin." Peeves said with a look of joy his face. "WHAT?!" Malfoy shouted in disbelief. "10 more for yelling at a substitute teacher, and five more because it's fun!" Peeves said gleefully. "Oh yeah, and 50 points to Longbottom's house because he's pathetically fat." he added. "What you'll need is:

5 burritos from Taco Wand,

20 cans of Coke-a-Wanda,

13 jars of all-natural gas, which you can get at Wizardz-R-Us,

10 bottles of basic stench,

And 1/2 a cup of Pumpkin Juice."

Peeves listed the ingredients.

When the class was over we each bottled a sample and put it on the desk. "Let's see how Potty did, Malfoy, taste it."

Malfoy drank the vile and in minutes produced loud, disgusting, and smelly farts.

"Hmmm... I give it an O, and 50 more points to Gryffendor."

Just then the bell rang. "NO HOMEWORK!" Shouted Peeves.

That was just the begining of my strange week.

Author's Note: See what I meant about it being horrible? Still, I suppose it has a naive charm about it, maybe.