Chapter 1
"This dang closet is rank" said Harry, yelling at the top volume possible
"Tubes" Ron agreed.
The two boys of magic school had just opened up the worst smelling clothes hole ever and now they were paying the price. They ran around in circle with their hands over their noses praying for their noses to be vanished with a spell.
"If only we knew what caused this mystery" Ron said like a Brit.
Just then the door to their lush dorm room exploded, and in popped their arch nemesis Malfow.
"Wow Harry, you sure suck at smelling good." The Fow laughed with a harty snort.
"This was all your doing, monster." Harry acused, knowing full well, Mal was capable of doing this with his magic spells.
"It wasn't me, I don't knwo who did it."
It was at this time that word was getting around about the smells coming from our heroes room. Other closets soon became cursed aswell with the smell of "barf farts" as the Doctor Dumbledoor put it. The word spread all the way to Boston.
Sargent Broils of Fringe slapped a cool file on private Olive's messy desk.
"Another case for Fringe division. This one is a toughy, surely the Pattern is growing stronger by the second." The every cool Broils slammed a pair of shuds shade and moon walked out of the room.
"A magic case, I'll need the Bishop brothers, Peter and Walter."
However at the same time Peter had just recieved a letter in the mail. He opened the letter and cried "I've been acsepted into magics school!"
Chapter 2
Peter never won anything in his live so this was a big deal to him. Okay so, Peter jumped on his moter cycles and drove to gryphandore to go get his dorm. Walter hid in the trunk. "I want to go too" Walter whispered over and over again as he ate tiny bits of liqureish he cut up into tiny squares.
Back at Magic School, Harry was attending Magic class. Doctor DumbleDoor waved his wand and made class begin.
"Today we will be learning the fresh air spell." Dr. D proclaimed.
Herminie jumped up, "I already know the spell Dr. D!" She forcefully shoved in everyones face. "It won't help the bad spell coming from Harry's Closet."
"Maybe I can help, my name is Peter Bishop." Peter said from the back of the class.
'Who could this be?' Harry thought. So Dr. DumbleDoor, Harry, and Peter go to the closet in Harry's Room. Peter examined the room, it was very smelly. Olive and Walter walked into the room.
"No girls allowed" Harry shrieked.
"Its okay I'm L.A.P.D." Olvie said
Walter, with hankery covering his nose looked in the closet.
"I believe his closet has an electon over load, probably caused by too many electrolights."
"The electrolight spell!, only volimor- I mean he who has no name knows that spell."
Chapter 3
Walter took Harry's closet back to his lab and ran experiments on it. He had the Closet play basket ball till he smelled good.
"This is crazy it will never work" Peter schoffed.
But then it worked and Peter was like "Whatever".
The bad guy was still out there, maybe he was watching them. Or maybe not, but Harry was glad Ron, the closet, and him were friends again.
"Points for everyone" Dr. Dumblefloor yelled.
"Looks like were not so differen't after all fellow old man" Walter chummed
In a dark alley somewhere the Pattern and no name get together.
"Looks like our cross over failed" The pattern cried.
"Never fear" Volume comforted. "I believe we will win if we try and try, we can do it"
THE END?
Harry Potter vs. Fringe
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