Disclaimer: I'll put it simply for you legal-action-happy madmen -- I own neither Jingle Bells nor Harry Potter.
Author's Note: This is just one of the ideas that popped into my head the other day at work. A late Merry Christmas to everyone! Please read and review.
(To the tune of Jingle Bells)
Jingle bells, Wormtail smells.
Potter ploughed the snow.
Lupin has a grand headache --
Black's aim away did go.
Dashing through the snow
To the Quidditch pitch.
To the clouds, they fly,
Laughing all the way.
Dobby spiked their juice.
They became inept.
Guess this means that Slytherin
Will win the Cup this year!