Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Sad isn't it?

Pranks Galore!

Prologue

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The Enemies of my Enemies are my Friends

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A long time ago, well not long ago, four people got together to make the most interesting, magical, informative item. They used the Time-Turner to travel to the past and the future gathering information to place in the item.

Do you want to know who they were? No, they are not the Founders. I'll give you clue because you are a bunch of dunderheads. Kidding, just kidding. Did you know that I just sounded like Professor Saaaargh!! (Yeah I know, they aren't supposed to know. But-. Seriously-. Ugh okay.)

Anywho… the group were all boys. Still don't know? Well, one of them dies, another one betrays them, one is sent to Azkaban and the last is a werewolf.

You still don't know?!?! Wow you guys are stupid! Kidding.

Okay it was the Marauders: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They wanted to end their last year at Hogwarts with a bang and they decided to make a list.

I know, anticlimactic, but read on.

A list of things one should never, ever do at Hogwarts. They planned to break all these rules. But, unfortunately, they never got to because of the war. But the parchment was still out there because Sirius dropped it on their way out. (One of the many reasons why they never broke all the rules)

But it was found by two that were as great as the Marauders. I'm not talking about Voldemort and Grindewald. I'm not talking about Dumbledore and Harry Potter( though Harry does play a big role in this story) No, it was found by…

Fred and George Weasley.

Otherwise known as 'those bloody twins' or the Twins of Terror. Or Gred and Forge Weasley. And that is where the story starts.

Author's Note:

Fred: Hey mention us!

Sia: Okay, Fred would like you all to know that once you finish this delightful piece of literature, he would like you to check out Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Where the magic isn't in you, it's in the pranks. (glower at Fred) he made me say that. It's not my words.

George: What about me? (pout)

Sia: George, nobody cares about you

George: (cries) Why d-do you ha-have to be so me-mean?

Sia: Georgie don't cry, I care about you.

George: Really?

Sia: Really.

Fred: What am I, last week's meat loaf?

Sia: Don't worry, I care about you to.

Fred&George: YAY! (hug Sia)

Sia: Can't breathe. This is what I get for having you two as muses. Anywho, leave a review! Get a cookie. (I promise that they aren't made by these two, kay) Oh, and before I forget, if you guys have any suggestions for the story then you are free to leave a review. And I don't like flames. I use them to roast my broccoli.

Fred&George: (look weirdly at Sia)

Sia: Hey, it's not my fault my mom makes the best broccoli ever!(goes over to mope at the corner) Oh, and the quote above isn't by me. I can't find out who said it so yeah. Skipdidola!(Sia, Fred&George skip away into the sunset)