I wrote this a while back on a different account and decided to move the story over here.

I don't like moody Harry, so I made a happy, pranking one.

I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing... except for the random people with unfamiliar names that won't be in the story for long anyway.

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The chocolate muffin danced gleefully in front of Dudley's face as Harry tied his cousin up. The pair was happy. Harry wouldn't have to search for his brand new computer game when he got home, and the muffin wouldn't get eaten. It worked out perfectly for the two of them.

"Don't I look absolutely delicious, Dudley? So chocolaty and yummy," the muffin laughed evilly as Dudley struggled in his confines. "I bet I taste wonderful – and guess what? I'm still warm! Fresh out of the oven. Too bad you can't eat me." The muffin spun around and wiggled his butt in the boy's face.

Harry watched him dance with a growing fear. He didn't have a very big breakfast this morning. His aunt Petunia had rushed him and his cousin out of the house, convinced they would be late if they didn't leave that instant, so all he managed to grab was a single slice of toast. "Um, muffin...?"

The muffin ignored him, his chocolate chip eyes wide and evil as he continued to enjoy the look of hunger grow on Dudley's face. "I bet I taste like a brownie or a cake. I wouldn't really know, you see. I'm not a cannibal. But sometimes you can just tell these things, you know? Like when you look in the mirror and think to yourself, "Wow, I look absolutely delicious." Then you just know you probably taste amazing, and you almost feel bad for the unfortunate boy who would never truly know the deliciousness that is a chocolate chip muff-"

Harry snatched up the muffin and took a great big bite out of its side. Or tried to, that is.

"Ouch!" a voice cried out suddenly. The muffin tried to wiggle free from his mouth, so Harry clamped his teeth down harder. "Oooow! Mrs. Ramond, Harry's biting me!"

"Potter!"

"He won't let go! Help! He's going to eat me! I'm gonna die!"

"Potter!" There was a sharp smack to the back of his head. Harry groggily blinked his eyes a few times as he rubbed the sore spot. There was something in his mouth, he noticed almost instantly, and it was definitely not a chocolate muffin. He spit it out in disgust.

"You bit me!" The boy who sat beside him, Jerald, yelled angrily, his voice a higher pitch than usual.

"Yeah, and you taste horrible," admitted Harry before he desperately began wiping at his tongue with his hands. Mrs. Ramond gave him a disapproving look but did nothing to stop him.

"Look what you did!" Jerald cried, sticking his arm out for inspection. There were definitely a set of teeth marks puncturing his pale skin, no doubt about that, and a few smudges of what Harry hoped was dirt. Harry gagged and wiped his tongue more furiously.

"Harry, why did you bite Jerald?" Mrs. Ramond asked patiently, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for an explanation.

Harry stopped touching his tongue when it lacked saliva and got dry. "I wath hungy," he said without closing his mouth all the way, afraid some of the germs were still on his tongue. His aunt made sure both him and Dudley clearly understood the consequences of germs, especially after the two of them were stuck in bed for a week with a fever last year.

"And asleep," the girl who sat directly in front of him added. Harry glanced up to see Silvia Genter, the shortest and youngest girl in the class, staring at him in disgust. He never really liked her. She got some sick joy out of getting him in trouble - not that he minded that, of course. The more detentions the better. However, it was the fact that she told on him, not to help him, but in hopes that something bad would happen to him that made him dislike her.

"I wath tire' an' hungy, I gueth."

"Harry, detention," the young teacher said with a sigh. It was the boy's third detention of the week. Both him and little Austin Meyers seemed to be in a tie for the most detentions given in a single school year. She was beginning to think it was a game between the two boys. One of these days she would have to look up how many detentions the two of them received.

"Agai'? Yeth!"

"What? No! Mrs. Ramond, he just got one last period," came Austin's low voice from somewhere in the back of the class.

The teacher silently shook her head. That was all the proof she needed; Harry Potter and Austin Meyers enjoyed getting detentions. Maybe she would start punishing them by making them stay in for lunch instead...

"Bloody hell, Harry. How'd you come up with somethin' like that?" Austin had to jog to catch up with Harry the minute the bell rang. It was their last class of the day and the two were on their way to detention, like they were every day it seemed.

"Honestly?" Austin nodded eagerly. "I didn't. It was an accident."

Austin swiped some of his long blonde hair out of his eyes and frowned. "That one shouldn't count then," he told Harry quickly as they approached the door to the room detentions were held in. It was a blue door with a small cracked window. Harry thought the crack made the door look mysterious, while Austin argued that it made it look trashy, and Mr. Moe said it added personality. Everybody else on campus were curious about how the crack got there in the first place, but Harry, Austin, and Mr. Moe kept their lips tightly sealed on that one.

Harry opened the door as he replied, "Yeah, it should. The rules clearly state that we can't do the same stunt more than twice and have that detention count. It doesn't say anything about accidentally getting a detention doing something neither of us ever thought of doing," he explained as he entered the room with Austin sulking behind him.

"Hello again, boys. You know where to sit," Mr. Moe, a white-haired man with bad eye-sight, told the two without glancing away from his magazine. "And Austin, please don't make faces at Harry's back. One of these days your face will get stuck like that."

"How does he do that?" Austin mumbled as he walked to the back of the room, passing three other bored-looking students. "He can't read a sign five feet away from him, but he can see things without looking up..."

"It's called magic," the man stated with a roll of his eyes.

Harry sat at his seat in the front of the class. "Or maybe he has another set of eyes on his forehead," he offered with a shrug.

"No talking."

"Sorry, Moe," said Harry.

They spent the next thirty minutes in silence. Harry made weird doodles on his paper, Mr. Moe read his magazine, Austin took a short nap, and Harry didn't even bother looking at the other students in the class. They weren't regulars, he knew that for sure, otherwise they would have said hi at some point. But no, they were too busy being silent and boring.

Harry was a bit disappointed. Usually when it was just him, Austin, and Mr. Moe, they all played poker or discussed future ideas to get detentions. Mr. Moe refused to do anything while other students were in the room, always telling them how he didn't want to lose his fantastic job for a couple of kids he didn't even really like. Harry knew that was a lie though because anyone with a brain could tell his job wasn't fantastic.

At some point Mr. Moe tossed Harry a green marker without looking up. It slid across his desk and landed in his lap.

"Oh, what do you know. It seems I have to use the restroom." Mr. Moe stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and ruffled his white hair a bit, a trait he unconsciously picked up from Harry. "If you'll excuse me," he whispered quietly to the class, winking quickly at Harry. "You're in charge." Harry got the hint.

The minute the adult left the room, Harry was out of his seat and tip-toeing to the back of the room, marker in hand. The other three kids, two boys and a girl, watched him curiously.

Luckily for him, half of Austin's face was exposed as his head rested on his folded arms. Harry carefully pressed the marker to Austin's cheek, freezing for a second to make sure Austin didn't wake up, before drawing half a mustache and a dozen freckles, and on his forehead he drew a stylish lightning bolt, identical to the one on his own forehead. It was his signature.

Harry took a small step back to admire his handiwork. He tilted his head to the side and tapped his chin silently before making a face. Not his best work, but it would have to do.

Before Mr. Moe could come back, Harry ran to the front of the room, returned the marker, and then hopped over the desk to his chair.

"Smooth," one of the older boys commented. "You one of the kids that always plays pranks to get detentions?"

Harry nodded proudly, puffing out his chest dramatically. "That would be me."

"I've heard about you," a tall, stick-thin girl with frizzy blonde hair mentioned. "The teachers were complaining about how they couldn't stop you and some other kid because it was just a big game to you, or something like that."

"No one invited you to take part in this conversation, Erika," the older boy snarled.

"Shut up! I wasn't talking to you."

The other boy remained silent, glaring at the two. The three of them obviously had issues.

"No fighting," was the first thing Mr. Moe said as he entered the class. "You guys only have ten minutes left, fight on your own time."

Such wise words, Harry couldn't help but think.

Ten minutes later, the five troublesome students exited the room.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Moe!" Harry shouted, echoed a second later by Austin.

"You two stay out of trouble!"

The two friends laughed at the mere thought. Instead of running from the trouble that constantly followed Harry, the ten-year-old wisely chose to embrace it. Sure, it caused more problems for those closest to him, but it was an easier way of life. He wasn't always on his toes waiting nervously for the next thing to go wrong. Instead, he was the cause of the chaos. He was in control. It made everything more exciting. But his Aunt also made sure he thought ahead before going through with his stupid stunts. That's not to say that he always did...

"Are you walkin' home today?" Austin asked curiously as they walked towards the entrance of their school, still unaware of the ink on half of his face.

"Maybe," Harry replied honestly. "Aunt Petunia said that if I don't stop getting detentions, then she won't bother to pick me up anymore."

"That sucks."

"Not for me," smirked Harry suddenly.

Austin froze, quickly catching on. "Nuh-uh!" he said, shaking his head violently, his blonde hair whipping back and forth. "No way. You remember what happened last time you got a ride home with me, Harry! I think my dad still holds a grudge, and that was months ago! Have you noticed that he hasn't offered you a ride since then?"

Flashes of the incident played in his head, causing Harry to wince slightly. "But that wasn't my fault!" He exclaimed defensively, if somewhat a bit guiltily. "Your dad wasn't supposed to open the present until he got home."

"Yeah, well, my dad isn't the most patient guy."

"I didn't know, okay?"

"Just try tellin' my dad that."

Harry pushed open the front door of the school and hopped down a few steps. His aunt's car was nowhere to be seen. Darn. He glanced at his friend before grimacing and looking away quickly.

"What?" Austin asked curiously, having caught the grimace.

"Nothing," Harry answered smoothly. He looked around casually. "You know what, I think I'm going to walk home after all. It's such a beautiful day, don't you think?"

Austin glanced up at the cloudless sky. "Uh-huh," he lied.

It was a hot day, Harry knew that. He would be sweating by the time he rounded the corner. But, it was definitely better than facing both Mr. Meyers and his son, especially when Austin realized what was on his face. He was just glad his aunt chose a house only five blocks away from the school.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Austin was obviously trying to get rid of him before he could change his mind. Harry would go along with it this once, but for his own selfish reasons; he wasn't ready to face Austin's wrath.

"Later." And with that they went their separate ways: Austin, to wait for his dad on the steps in front of the school, and Harry, resisting the urge to start running, beginning his hot walk to Privet Drive.

Harry rounded the corner just as he heard a car pull up in front of the school. His eyes widened dramatically, and he turned his fast walk into a full-blown sprint.

"HARRY!"

He chuckled breathlessly, still running. Austin was no doubt told about the markings on his face. He could just imagine the look on his face...

By the time he made it home, he was dripping with sweat. His shirt was glued to his back like a second skin and his bangs stuck to his forehead. He threw open the front door, kicked off his shoes in a rush, and ran to the kitchen. His first stop was the faucet. He turned it on cold and stuck his head under the flowing water without a second thought, not even pausing to take off his glasses. He stayed under the spray until he felt like his bright red face had dulled to a light pink.

Never again, he swore to himself. For the next few days he was getting a ride home from someone, even if that meant he had to be strapped to the top of their car.

When he was done, he turned the faucet off and wiped his eyes beneath his glasses, only to see his amused aunt sitting at the table. He was guessing she saw everything.

"How was your day?" She asked, her thin lips turning up at the corners in a small smile.

Harry shrugged casually, acting as if this was a daily occurrence. "Eh, the same as usual."

"Do you have a lot of homework?" She asked, standing up from the table. She asked this every day out of habit, even if she knew the answer.

Harry shrugged again, carelessly this time. "I don't think so. Nobody really does anything the last few days of school."

Aunt Petunia walked past Harry as she headed towards the refrigerator. "Well, I was thinking steak for dinner. What do you say?"

Harry's eyes lit up. His aunt made the best steak.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Duh."

"Shush, you," Aunt Petunia chuckled. "And get out of my kitchen. I'll call you and Dudley when dinner's ready."

"Yes, sir!"

Petunia watched her nephew skip merrily out of the room with a sad smile. Ever since her Vernon died six years ago, she could no longer find it in her heart to be cruel to the boy. It was as if fate was trying to tell her something, yell at her. The boy was most likely a wizard, but he was also just like any other kid. And he had so much of Lily in him; he had more than just her eyes.

The truth was, Petunia missed her sister dearly. She was older now, more mature, and she understood how wrong it was of her to treat her sister as she had. Had Lily not been a normal human being in Petunia's eyes minutes before she got her letter? It was jealousy, Petunia concluded. Jealousy ruined her relationship with her only sister, and jealousy helped kill her.

Everything changed when Vernon died. He was the last straw. She was sick of her family dying; her parents, her sister, her brother-in-law, her husband, and her only aunt. It was just her, Dudley and Harry now, and together they would survive. They would be one small happy family, whether or not Harry got his Hogwarts letter.

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If you people want to see more of Happy Harry, review. You review mine, I review yours... I'm not trying to bribe you, honestly. I'm just so bored. I need a life. And one of those Cadbury Eggs, or whatever those things are called. But I think that life thing is slightly more important.

I kinda rushed through this chapter a bit, sorry. I'm just excited to get to Hogwarts, and for Harry to meet all the people there.