DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER THEN I WOULD BE A VERY HAPPY PERSON.
A/N: Enjoy the comedy
"Dashing
through the snow on a broken down sled.
Hearing explosions as we
go screaming all the way.
Crashing into trees ignoring all the
screams.
Dodging the locals guns watching all the animals run.
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle out the way. Oh how damaging it is
to die on a freaking god damn sleigh.
The snow is turning red, the screams are dying down. The people are laying still, dead animals around. Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle out the way Oh how damaging it is to die on a freaking god damn sleigh."
As the Marauders finished their remake of Jingle Bells, the people they were singing to screamed and ran back into their house.
"Why did they run screaming?" Asked a black haired boy staring at the other three boys.
"Well Padfoot, our carol was a little strange," a blond haired boy mumbled.
The other black haired boy with hair like a crows nest burst out laughing. "Did you see their faces?" James managed to get out between gasping for breath. The door of the house they were standing in front of burst open and distracted them from their conversation.
"Get out of here you monsters, making my daughters cry!" The man roared, brandishing a gun.
And that's how the Marauders spent their Christmas, being run out of a town when all they were trying to do was sing carols.
THE END
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