Note: These stories are not meant to make sense. I just felt the need to write something without worrying about how good it is. So don't bother telling me that it's stupid, because I already know it is. Now that you know, please continue reading.
Harry Potter and the Fill-it-up-sir Stone (Philosopher's Stone)
In the middle of Qudditch practice, Harry's broom began making sputtering noises.
"Wood!" Harry called. "Something's wrong with my broom, I'm going to land."
Harry descended, his broom making short jerky motions. Oliver Wood landed nearby and walked over.
"What's wrong, Potter?"
"I don't know, this is my first broom. It's making a weird noise and not moving right."
"I think your broom's out of gas. You can refuel at the service station behind the Quidditch shed. We'll practice without you until you get back."
Harry picked up his broom and headed for the shed. Sure enough, there was a large tank of gasoline around the back. Madame Hooch was holding the nozzle.
"What'll it be, Harry? Regular or magic?"
"Regular is fine. Just fill it up."
"Right you are." Madame Hooch stuck the nozzle in among the twigs of the broom's tail. When she pulled it out the broom rose up to Harry's mounting height.
"Thank you." Harry flew back to Quidditch practice.
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