AU: Harry lives with his godfather and has ever since his Third Year when Pettigrew was caught.
Pranks
He should have known better. Harry shook his head slightly, mentally cursing himself. Looking in the mirror he fingered his now light blue hair. Sirius was standing in the door way, laughing so hard he was clutching his sides.
"I hate it when you play pranks on me, Padfoot." Harry told the man with a half-hearted glare.
"You started it, Pronglet. You are the one who filled the sugar jar with salt." Sirius said, smiling widely.
He should have known better.
