Harry Potter and the American Prankster

by misfitnumber

What happens when a girl from the United States to Hogwarts? Can she cheer Harry up? Or will she have enough problems to be getting on with?

1. charlie

Chapter 1

To you, leaving the school was a big deal. Now, you had to deal with not only that, but with leaving the country. On top of it all, you were having family troubles. First it was just the occasional disagreement. Then, you could tell they were keeping something from you. Also, they were being totally unreasonable with their protectiveness. It was disgusting.

You and your family were moving to England. At one time you would have jumped at the chance to visit there but this was different, you were moving there, permanently. In addition, you were now supposedly going to a boarding school, Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. You could just tell from the dorky name that it was nothing compared to your old school. But you had yet to go so you couldn't talk. Yet.

Actually, you would be starting today. You had already missed the first day so you would come in on October 31. Great, you thought, it was gonna be hard enough to come in late but on Halloween? They were probably gonna think you were a huge joke. Oh well, you thought bitterly.

So that's how you ended up on the Hogwarts Express, alone and bored, staring out the window. It was supposedly only and hour to arrival time and boy how you were looking forward to it.

The train stopped in a soggy and dark station and out side there stood a miniature giant waiting with a huge smile on his face. You already knew him however. He was Hagrid, your uncle. His dad's brother was your dad so he often came to visit you during the summer. After lugging your huge trunk off the train you ran to give Hagrid a giant sized hug (a/n lol).

"How ya doin' Charlie?" Hagrid asked after you pulled away.

"Great, but kinda nervous actually," you replied.

"YOU, nervous! You've got to be kidding me. The world must be coming to an end," he said chuckling.

"Ha, ha, very funny, highly amusing" you said in a mock bored voice.

"Well, I best be getting ya up to the feast before those poor, poor kids go starving, meaning Ron Weasley," He said, guiding you to a carriage with a funny looking animal in tow. Odd, you thought.

"Who's Ron Weasely?" you asked, trying to learn some of the students Hagrid always talked about.

"I've told you about him before haven't I?" asked an incredulous Hagrid as he entered the buggy.

"Umm, you probably have but I probably forgot, like I always do," you said jokingly.

"Well, he's best friends with these two kids in my class, Harry and Hermione Granger, who I asked Proffessor McGonagoll to help you around at first. She's real nice and real smart. She'll get you on your feet in no time, trust me," Hagrid explained.

"Oh, ok. I think I remember you saying something about her," you said as you neared the front of the magnificent castle.

In the doorway stood a woman with long green robes and a neat bun.

"Hello, Hagrid. No trouble I presume?" said the woman.

"None at all, Professor McGonagoll," replied Hagrid.

"Good. If you would please follow me, Ms. Tudor, I will show you to the headmaster's office so he may explain a few things to you before going down to the feast," With that she marched off, up the stairs, with you following behind her.

"Bye, Hagrid," you said and waved.

Hagrid waved back and enter through the large oak doors.

You had to keep a good pace to keep up with her but in the end you made safely to a large statue of what you saw to be a phoenix, where she abruptly stopped.

"Skittles," she said with disapproval and the statue began revolving to reveal a stairwell in its place. The professor knocked sharply on a magnificent doorway and was welcomed in.

" Well, well, Ms. Charlie I presume? Come, sit down, we have a few things to discuss," You took your seat as McGonagoll was leaving the room and turned and waited politely for the headmaster to speak. "Welcome to Hogwarts, firstly. I am your Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, and I will be here in any way to assist you. It is a pleasure to have you here. On many occasions has our Hagrid talked of you. It's great to finally meet in person. Secondly, we must decide which house you are to belong to. See, in Hogwarts, we have a system I which you are assigned to one of the four houses that will be incorporated in your schedule and where you will have your dorm. The four houses are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Each has special traits attributed to each according to the founder, though I am sure Ms. Granger, who is also a sixth year herself, will brief you on that once you have settled in. Now, to decide which house you will be in, I ask you to try on this hat and it will discern your characteristics and place you in one of these houses." Dumbledore got up and walked over to a glass cabinet and retrieved from it a rather beaten looking hat. He carefully picked it up, wandered back over to you, and placed it on your head.

"Well, well, this could be interesting. Let's see… I see here you were quite independent at your old school…never let anybody push you around, that's good…a trouble maker but definitely not without good fun involved…well, I think its unanimous (well of course it is because I'm the only one deciding, but anyway) yes I think you would be great in… GRYFFINDOR!"

You composed yourself from the slight shock of a talking hat that could dig through your mind and glanced up at the headmaster who was smiling down at you.

"Ah, yes, Hagrid was right in saying you would be a Gryffindor! Good, good, because Ms. Granger is also in your house. Well, now that we have that sorted out, I will leave Ms. Granger to explain the rest while we head down to the feast where undoubtedly the students and staff will be waiting hungrily for their Halloween feast. I'm afraid if we don't hurry, they shall start a riot for, see, I am the only one who can commence these feasts," he added with a wink. It was impossible not to smile back at this headmaster for he had a most positive attitude.

The headmaster and you walked down to the Great Hall and along the way he informed you upon many of the portraits and secret passageways that not even these twins he mentioned knew about. It was a very amusing walk until you came upon the doors that Hagrid disappeared behind and the ones that large amounts of noise could be heard coming from.

Dumbledore stopped and turned to you. "Charlie, I will walk in and show you to Ms. Granger, and I will inform her on the situation and I am sure she will welcome you to sit down with her. I also must advise you to not look so nervous, for the trait of the Gryffindor house is that all the occupants are very brave," He said, with another wink.

Dumbledore then threw the doors wide and revealed a magnificent room filled hundreds of, now, silent students. At the ceiling there was, in its place, an exact replica of the night sky. Hanging from the seemingly endless ceiling were four banners over four large tables, that you assumed were the four house tables. Dumbledore kindly took your arm and led you to the tables on the far side and walked up to a girl about your age with brown hair and brown eyes. She was looking at you with a curious but then knowing stare.

"Ms. Granger, I believe Professor McGonagoll informed you that there would be a new student this year that she hoped you would care to guide for the first week or two? Allow me to introduce Charlie Tudor, the exchange student from the United States."

Hermione stood up and shook your hand. "Hi, its nice to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger. Hagrid has told us a lot about you," she said with a smile.

Aware that you were being watched, you returned her smile and said hello while the headmaster left to take up his seat at the front table.

"Just one announcement before we begin our most excellent feast, this year we are proud to welcome Charlie Tudor from the United States who will be staying with us for the duration of her education. Please make her welcome and assist her in any way. With that said, please, enjoy yourselves." There was a collective muttering while everyone turned around to begin.

At your table, Hermione pointed out the two boys sitting across from you. "Charlie, these are my best friends, Ron Weasely, with the red hair, and Harry Potter with the black hair." They smiled and said a brief hello and hey and turned to their meals. Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes at this and said, "Don't worry, they're not much talkers. So, what brings you to Hogwarts?"

"Well, my parents mainly. They grew up here and when they received an offer in the Ministry they decided it would be nice to move back. Plus, with Hagrid here they thought it might be good for me to switch schools."

"Trust me, it'll be fun here, though from what I hear from Hagrid you could make fun from wherever."

This got some interaction from the quietly listening boys across the table. "Did you really hijack the school's flying carpet to drop water balloons on the principal's head!"

"Can you really play quidditch with the pro's!"

You burst out laughing because you now had caught sight of the mess that was Ron's plate.

"Hagrid said…you had…an…appetite!" you barely managed to get out, pointing at Ron's plate.

"Hagrid!" Ron mocked and shook his fist at the on looking Hagrid.

After you calmed yourself, you answered their questions. "Yes, I did hijack the school's flying carpet but the balloons were filled with fish oil and I only played quidditch as a reserve chaser on the American team," you answered with a slight smile.

"Where have you been all my life!" asked a redheaded guy sitting next to you, oddly enough with his twin on the other side.

"Fred or George Weasely, who are the reigning champion pranksters at Hogwarts and also happen to be on the Gryffindor quidditch. Actually, they pulled off quite a fear last year when they left the school in protest of the new headmaster," explained Hermione.

"Dumbledore?"

"No, this one woman who had him kicked out but he's back this year, just like these two, though I can't say they were welcomed back quite like Dumbledore was with the teachers."

"It's not our fault that they have to enforce the rules," said one of the twins.

"Yes, well, I may have to fight you for the title, sirs, and trust me, you have not heard half of it, mainly cause I don trust Hagrid with that kind of information," you said with a mischievous grin on your face.

"Uh-oh, you might want to watch what you say with this one. She's a prefect and they can hand out detention," said Ron as he jerked a finger towards Hermione.

"Ron! You are a prefect too, you know!" admonished Hermione.

"Yes, but I only give them out to Malfoy!" he retorted.

"They're always like this, but we think its because they like each other," whispered George or Fred in your ear.

You couldn't help but notice that the one called Harry was staring at you so you smiled and that seemed to whack him back into reality. He blushed and turned to look at the bickering pair.

"What about Harry over there, he's hardly said a word, what's he like?" you asked George.

"He's a hard one to explain though we'll swap your answers for some of these so-called notorious pranks in the common room tonight," he offered.

"It's a deal," you answered as George turned to inform his counterpart.

Dinner went along the same lines until the headmaster stood to dismiss the school. You immediately sought out Hermione in the crowds and she guided you up many floors and staircases to a large portrait of a fat woman in a pink dress. Hermione explained, as she said the password "Holmes and Watson", that the entrance was hidden behind the portrait and that you had to say the password to get inside.

The common room was a comfortable looking hang out to say the least. Couches and cushy armchairs littered the area in front of the roaring fire. Your first thought was to run and jump on them but then you realized that would be kind of awkward for your first day. All right then, you thought, I'll just have to save that for tomorrow!

"Well, Charlie, I'm gonna go get some sleep. Are you coming up?" asked Hermione.

"Umm, no I think I'll stay down here for a little while, thanks," you said with a conspiratorial wink to Fred and George.

"Hmm, okay then, ask me if you need anything. And Fred and George, I can make you pay for anything that you do for our new exchange student here," Hermione declared with a growl.

"Yes, ma'am," the twins said in unison with a jaunty salute. Hermione rolled her eyes before disappearing up a staircase.

"Well, on with merriments, shall we?" asked on of the twins.

"We shall."

"First, we want to know how you got out of being expelled with the water balloon trick, then we shall tell you anything you want!"

"Ahh, this was a simple question! Don't get caught! Just kidding! All I had to do was make sure he didn't see me from above him, so I enchanted the balloons to come from the side instead of above, therefore he would not suspect an attack from sky and I had better marksmanship," you dictated with the air of a master of the craft. "He was such a blubbering fool, dancing around on the spot trying to see who throwing them, hahaha!" you burst out, ditching the all-knowing air.

"Well, I go to hand it to you…"

"We would have never thought of that…"

"So the only logical thing to do…"

"Would be…"

"To…"

"INITIATE YOU INTO THE WEASELY TROUBLE-MAKING TRIAD!"

"Hey I didn't get that big of a part…"

"Sorry about that…you can do the rest…"

"Thank you. Anyways, what we need is a brilliant mind like yourself to make our master plans complete.

"So how 'bout it?"

"Join us?"

"Ah, what the heck, sure."

"Great! Now as part of your initiation…"

"You must…"

"Try out…"

"One of our many dangerous substances…"

"Choose whatever you please!" the twins implored, holding out an array of foreboding candies arranged in the form of a chocolate box. You timidly took the black one shaped in a square. You put them it in your mouth and gently chewed down, and finally swallowed. You immediately felt something cold run through your body and you shivered. But then you felt an entirely new sensation come over you. You felt you muscles stretching and your skin grow warmer. Two seconds later and you found yourself on all fours, staring up at the twins, wondering what they had done to you. While they were looking at you in shock, you turned to the mirror and saw a large, black panther in your place. You now realized what it was the candy did, it turned you into an animal! And a beautiful one at that. You turned in circles to yourself and then looked back up at the twins. They had gotten over the shock and were grinning happily at you. That is till you decided to scare them a bit and roared, showing your massive teeth. This got them. They tumbled over the back of the couch and stared at you in horror as you easily cleared to the couch and playfully jogged after them, around the common room. You did this for a few moments until you felt yourself turning back and when you did, you saw, to your shock, that you were, in fact, being watched by the entire Gryffindor house. Once in your old self again, you broke down laughing hysterically.

"You, you…you should have seen…your faces…it was hilarious!"

The twins stood staring at you in mock hate until their humor bone got the better of them and they too broke down laughing.

"Got you…with your…own…trick!"

The common room started grumbling angrily and went back upstairs, but you were sure you saw Harry wearing an amused smile on his face. You and the twins finally managed to control your breathing and just smiled.

"Told you she was good," said Fred to George.

"Hey I said that!" said George indignantly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Fred muttered back.

"Ok, moving on, you two have to hold up your part of the bargain!" you berated them.

"All righty then…"

"But its gonna be awhile…"

"So get comfy."

"Well, it starts when he was about one or two and there was this bad guy named Lord Voldemort after his family. They went into hiding but Lord Voldemort found them anyways because their best friend betrayed them. He came to their house one night and he finished off his mom and his dad. When he finally raised his wand to kill Harry, it rebounded on him and Voldemort was nearly killed. Almost, but not really. So instead, Harry got this lightening bolt shaped scar on his head and a load of people calling him a hero because they thought he was gone forever. See, Voldemort killed lots of people and they all thought he was unbeatable so they were really relieved at his supposed death. Poor Harry, though, was forced to live with his stupid muggle relatives. They were really mean to him; starved him, locked him up in cupboards, and sometimes they hit him and made him do all the chores. God, I hate them Dursley's!"

"Ok, you're talking too much, my turn. So basically, the world didn't hear from him for about nine or ten years until it was time for him to go off to Hogwarts. The funny thing was, the damn Dursley's didn't tell him anything about his parents or what they were, so he was kind of shocked when all these letters (especially when he never got any) came for him but the muggles wouldn't let him read. It was so funny; they ran around the country like they had their heads chopped off to avoid the letters. But your dear ol' Hagrid tracked em' down to this miserable shack on an island and about scared the wits out of them. Imagine, your uncle, standing up to some people who had never even seen a man that size! Yeah, so he took Harry to Diagon Alley and finally got him off to Hogwarts. Course' he couldn't find his way on to the platform so us Weasley's helped him. Yeah, and on the train he met our brother, Ron, you know him, and they became best friends."

"Touching, this is," added Fred, while wiping away an imaginary tear.

"Yeah, yeah, just tell the story already," George replied grumpily.

"Jeez, someone is grumpy. Well, anyway, needless to say, Harry and Ron made it into Gryffindor and school began. Your probably wondering how Hermione comes into this. Well, see Ron, being the git he is, decided to make Hermione cry so she stayed in the bathroom all day, even during the Halloween feast. Course this leads to disaster. Professor Quirrel decides to come into the Great Hall screaming about this mad troll loose in the dungeon so all the kids start screaming, except yours truly," you make a sound of disbelief. "Hey! I didn't, George, did but I didn't. Anyways, this is besides the point. So Dumbledore tells us to go up to the dormitories. Harry and Ron, halfway to the dorms, were suddenly struck with thought, Hermione was still in the bathroom and she didn't know about the troll. Being the smart boys they were, they decided they would go after Hermione instead of doing the logical thing of telling the teachers about Hermione's situation. On, the gallant way off to rescue the endangered Hermione, they somehow managed to lock her in with the Troll. Course they didn't notice until she started screaming. So they went in after her and came out with a shaken Hermione, charmly-improved Ron, and Harry with his wand covered in Troll boogers. So they naturally became friends."

At this you burst out laughing.

"What! It's the truth!"

"Whatever, just go on."

"Thank you. Well, as I was saying, they became friends. Somehow, later that year, they unraveled a plot involving Lord Voldemort and Professor Quirrel and this thing that could make gold and give you immortality called the Sorcerers Stone. Now, I'll have you know, these three have something about putting their necks on the line and getting into trouble. Well, Dumbledore had hidden the Sorcerer's Stone in the castle and Voldemort wanted it. Apparently, Voldemort had taken over Quirrel's body and he was trying to get it. They had to go through what you might call an obstacle course to get to the stone but Ron got hurt so Hermione went for help while Harry dear decided to go on. He came across Quirrel and somehow he managed to get the stone and kill Quirrel. Harry may have had to spend about a week in the hospital wing but that was it. No one really knows what happened except Harry, Ron and Hermione, and Dumbledore," finished Fred.

"Wait, you forgot Quidditch. See Harry must have impressed Professor McGonagoll somehow but she accepted him onto the team without even a try-out and he didn't even know how to play cause he was raised by muggles. Yeah, well he was bloody brilliant and he never missed the snitch except in third year but that wasn't even his fault," explained George.

"Come on, we're taking too long. We'll never get to sleep at this rate," said Fred.

"Fine, you do it," grumbled George.

"Oh, I will, and I'll do it better! Anyways, in second year Potter saved our sister Ginny from a basilisk that was petrifying everyone. This had happened like fifty years back and everyone thought it was Hagrid's spider so he was expelled. By killing the basilisk, Harry cleared Hagrid of those charges. Then, in third year, Harry was supposedly being hunted by his godfather, named Sirius. Sirius was one of his parents' best friends and everybody thought he was the one who turned his parents over to Voldemort when it was actually another friend of theirs named Peter Pettigrew. Sirius was in Azkaban, the wizard prison here, for thirteen years until he escaped, which was thought impossible. Sirius could turn into a dog as his animagus so he tried to convince Harry that he really didn't kill his parents by dragging Ron through this tree that led to the Shrieking Shack, where the Potters' other best friend came when he needed to change because he was a werewolf. See, Peter Pettigrew could turn into a rat and he was the pet of Ron but when they cleared it all up, Pettigrew, that rat, got away so they couldn't clear Sirius and he was forced to go back into hiding. Fourth year was a doozy. First, there was an attack at the Quidditch World Cup and then Harry mysteriously got entered into the Triwizard Tournament when he was underaged and he was forced to compete. One of the competitors was killed and he was nearly killed when the cup that they were attempting to claim turned into a portkey, and they were met by Voldemort. Cedric, his running mate, was killed and they used Harry to give voldemort his body back. Harry barely managed to escape and he was feeling very guilty about Cedrics death so he wouldn't talk to anyone. That summer, though, he was attacked by dementors, and he came to…never mind…and he was all mad because no one could tell hi what was going on. He was like that all year. Around Christmas though, he had a dream though that our Dad was attacked and he saved him by telling Dumbledore about it. He was really distant after that. The biggest problem for him that year was that he had this dream about his Godfather being tortured by Voldemort and he thought it was real like the one with our dad so he went after him but found out it wasn't real and the Death Eaters, Voldemort's group, attacked him and a bunch of people came to help him but his Godfather was killed. We know he thinks it was his fault but we know it wasn't. Now he never really talks up much, so if you can do anything about, I urge you to," he concluded.

"Though I think Mr.Potter has taken an interest in young Miss Charlie judging by the way he was staring at dinner," George added sneerily with a conspiratorial wink towards Fred. Fred chuckled and tapped his finger while grinning a Cheshire-cat grin.

"What! No, he was not, why would you think that!" you exclaimed.

"Do you really need us to answer that?"

"Hurumph, I'm going to bed. You best berrate yourselves because I have no energy," you replied, trying to escape the situation.

"Sure, sure. You go on to bed now, and make sure you get your beauty rest for Harry."

"URGH!"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight"

Chapter 2

It was odd, the first morning. Waking up in a foreign, yet comfy, bed was slightly unnerving before you finally pieced together where you were. You stretched and stood up on your bed, threw open your crimson curtains, and screamed a "GOOD MORNING!" to your bunkmates. The five other girls in your dorms jumped from their slumber and you gave a hearty laugh before you were attacked by flying pillows. Now such attack, in your book, did not ever go without reciprocation. Such events led to a fully-fledged pillow fight within the dorm room. You all laugh and screamed with amusement as each of you took a hit and, after a considerable amount of time, collapsed upon your bed. Your early morning skirmish must have attracted a suspicious crowd who, at the cease of cries coming from the room, must have assumed the worst and fled to your room. Into the room, burst Harry and Ron on their brooms, having found a way around the obstacle of crumpling staircases, with eager faces. They apparently weren't, however, expecting a room littered with pillow feathers.

"What happened here?" Ron demanded as you all burst out laughing.

"Charlie…hehe…she started…it," Hermione accused while clutching her stomach.

"Hey, you didn't have to throw pillows at me, you were just asking for trouble," you defended with a large smile on your face.

"Right, right," Lavender exclaimed.

"Girls!" Harry and Ron muttered in unison.

"We HEARD that!" you admonished, before running after them, pillow in hand.

"Ahh!" they yelled.

"You wouldn't…," Ron sneered with an anxious look in his eye.

"Oh, but you underestimate me now don't you?" you reply with a maniac glint in your eye.

Harry merely stared with an amused look on his face. At least until she smacked him with a hard blow and followed through with a hit for Ron before closing the door in their faces, which in turn caused them to step back on a staircase that immediately transformed into a slide.

"HEY!"

You turned back to the members of your dorm and, yet again, burst out laughing. You all, after regaining your breath, began getting ready for another day. Since today was a weekend you didn't have classes yet, which you were thankful for, as you still needed to find your way about the classroom. You finished quickly and traipsed down to the common room to converse before everyone went to breakfast.

"Charlie!" the twins called to you.

"Well, were proud of you," the remarked as you came up to them.

"What are you so pouOUUUUUU, PUT ME DOWN!" you screamed as Fred proceeded to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and walk out the portrait. You growled with a 'hurumph', knowing they wouldn't put you down.

"Well, I'll tell you what we're so proud about; you managed to crack a smile on Harry dear. That little stunt you pulled this morning worked! He came into common room looking amused about something which is more than many can say. Therefore, we place you in charge of "Cracking Harry" as you may put it," George said with a smile.

"Righty then," you said with a vague look of confusion on your face.

You and the boys arrived at the Great Hall without further mishap or conversation. You had assumed they would let you go before entering, but no, they had it in for you and your reputation.

"Fred you better put me down before you get yourself a hex to the butt!" you warned but they paid you no heed. Instead they changed the subject as the beginning s of chuckles could be heard among the Hall.

"Hey Fred, she can actually tell us apart! That even took mum about a few years to establish!" George exclaimed with a touch of reverence in his voice.

"Actually, its written right here, on your underpants!" And with this you reached over and grabbed Fred's undies and gave them a good tug before letting go. That got your feet on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, foul play. You can't do that! That was below the belt!" George disputed as Fred danced around on the spot, trying to relieve the, how shall we say, tension.

"All is fair in war and war," you said with a smirk as you skipped over to the Gryffindor table, next to Ron and Harry. "Hello, good morning, how are you?" you said with a jovial tone.

"Hardy, har, har. Very funny. Just because you got me and Harry once and the twins, does not mean you are queen of all that is good and funny," said Ron as Harry looked on with the same distant look that he had shown the night before.

"Just keep telling yourself that," you replied.

Breakfast was an enjoyable affair, especially after Hagrid noticed what the lump in his morning oatmeal was and proceeded to chase you out of the hall, threatening with a tickle fest. Not that he had evidence that it was you though. Hagrid, after negotiating pardon, decided to show you around the castle some, like to your classes and so forth. He had to leave you, however, when he suddenly remembered a scheduled meeting for all teachers in the headmaster's office and had to leave you. You wandered around a while more, not knowing where you were going, until you came upon a pack of voices, speaking in elevated tones.

"You should have at least considered I didn't want to tell her! Everybody knows who I am already, and I don't need any more attention!" a voice you recognized as Harry's yelled.

"Harry, mate, we didn't think it was that big of a deal, she was gonna find out anyways…," George tried to reason.

"That doesn't mean she needs to know right now! God, I was looking forward to someone getting to know who I really was instead of what they're told!" berated Harry.

This seemed like an ideal time for you to step on, considering you figured he was talking about how Fred and George had informed you on the past that Harry was trying desperately to hide.

"Harry, please don't be mad at them. I asked them cause I figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal and I wanted to know a little more about everybody and you were the one who seemed kind of quiet. They didn't even go into that much detail, but I'm sorry for not asking you first," you reasoned. Harry gave you a softened look and visibly relaxed. He hung his head for a moment and then looked up at the twins.

"Sorry, about that, don't worry about it," he muttered and started to walk off.

You walked up timidly to the twins and said, "Sorry for getting in trouble. If I thought he would have been angry I wouldn't have asked."

"Nah, it wasn't your fault, we should have known better. He was sitting on the stairs when we were telling you. He is just sensitive about how so many people know about him but not the real him. It doesn't help that he thinks a lot of what happened is his fault. He and the other two have gotten into some bad scrapes before. He's almost died a few times. Basically, we should have asked him first. You got lucky though. He usually blows up at people, though it seems he's got a soft spot for you," Fred said with a nudge to George.

"When are you gonna give it up?" you muttered as you began to walk away from them.

"Oh, no, you are not going to get away that easy," Fred teased.

"Oh, yes, I am. Say, do you guys wanna play some quidditch?" you asked with a triumphant air.

"That was below the belt, you knew we couldn't turn down quidditch!" George growled.

"See, I told you could get away easy," you smirked and trampled off down the hallway, one that you finally recognized.

You and the twins ran down the pitch and summoned your brooms. It was easy enough, but your broom came back with someone's homework attached to it.

"Talk about a good excuse," Fred remarked as you banished it back to its owner, along with an apology for the hole, of course.

You hopped on the brooms and had a race. Lucky you, you won by a smidgeon, those guys knew how to fly. You had been flying for an hour when a group of people you recognized to be slytherins came into view at the top of the pitch.

"That one in the middle is Malfoy," George whispered as he pointed to a blond boy who seemed to be very self-confident. "I would watch out for him, he's no good, except for pranks, I might add. Don't take any of his crap, okay?" George whispered as the slytherins mounted their brooms and flew up to meet them.

"Well, if it isn't our exchange student, lovely exchange student. Now what might you be doing out here with this riff-raff?" asked a sneering Malfoy.

"You made three mistakes in just one sentence. One, don't ever mess with me unless you that broom up a more uncomfortable place. Two, don't ever mess with my friends unless you would like it pushed up further. And three, you should know better than to mess with me, ever. So please, do me, myself, and your dignity a favor and get the hell outta here," you explained to them, wagging your hand in the opposite direction. The wimps standing in front of you basically just stood mouth open, so you decided to give them a little push. You changed quickly into your animagus form, while balancing on your broom, and roared loudly. The slytherins drew back in horror and nearly fell off their brooms but quickly regained control and flew to the ground.

After Fred and George recovered from the shock of seeing a beautiful large black panther where you once were, the said, "Charlie! They're gonna tell Dumbledore!"

"No, they're not, cause I am going to modify their memories," you said simply. With that, you raised your wand and performed the necessary charm. This stuff had always come easy to because it was almost essential in the line of work you did ever day at you school: pranking.

"Wow, you never told us you were an animagus!"

"You didn't ask and I was planning on not telling you so therefore I will have to perform a memory charm on you," You raised your wand but were stopped by a plea by one of the twins (you couldn't see their undies from this direction, hehe).

"Wait, if you are going to charm us, at least let us answer you some questions because we won't even be able to remember anyways," Fred asked with a hint of begging.

"Fine, fine, what do you want to know?"

"Umm, when did you become a animagus?"

"Fourth year, next question."

"What is your one weakness?"

"Dementors, go on."

"Why did you transfer?"

"My dad was transferred."

"What is your absolute biggest fear?"

"Being alone."

"Do you like Harry?"

"Sure."

"That's no answer!"

"Fine, I like Harry, happy now?"

"Yes, you may wipe our memories now," George says with a smirk.

"Ugh, guys!" You let out an exasperated sigh and did the spell. You watched as the guys got a blank expression and then shook their heads to clear them, but then you sped off in towards the school to hide your blush. You didn't need something to defog their memories.

Chapter 3

You pondered over what had just happened on the pitch. It was odd. You needn't have said yes or no but you, being accommodation queen, had to answer their question. It wouldn't have been so bad if it did not mean that you had realized it for yourself. I mean, come on, you had only known him for a couple days apart from the stories Hagrid had told you.

You were headed to the tower. You were planning on seeing if you could drag Hermione away from her homework long enough for you to get a decent conversation. You found her, obviously, sitting on the common room, completing a charms essay you knew she had already finished but was only checking over and rewriting because it was one of the assignments given over the summer.

"Hermione! Come on I want to do something!" you exclaimed.

"Like what?" she asked, obviously wanting to dissuade you from distracting her.

"Like…oh! Girl talk! That would be fun right! Come on, I need to learn a little more about this crazy school," you pleaded.

"Alright, alright. What do you wanna talk about?" she asked with a resigned tone.

"First we need to go find a better place to have this little chat. I've already been caught once and gotten in trouble for and I don't want to do it again," you said.

"Oh yes, I heard, well there is this room called the room of requirement…," she started.

"Okay, I've heard enough. Off we go to this room of requirement to have girl talk," you interrupted before anyone heard of your plans.

Hermione led you out of the tower in the direction of the staircases. You merrily skipped through the halls while passerby stared with skeptic looks on their faces. Hermione was a little more than shocked.

"Charlie, may I ask, WHY IN THE HECK ARE YOU SKIPPING?" she half-exclaimed and half-inquired.

"To make people stare at me," you answered simply.

"And why would you want them to do that!"

"Because its fun to do. I'm known as the walking Mrs. Unpredictable but no one has ever met the non-walking Mrs. Unpredictable because she doesn't get around much."

"Oh," she answered meekly. Needless to say, she was still confused.

Hermione continued to lead you on until you came across an empty hallway. When there, she started pacing and you found this weird.

"Umm, Hermione dear, I am new here and even I know that there is nothing there," you said uncertainly.

"No, no, no. You have to think about the room you want to find the room of requirement. Like, think of what you want in a girl's hangout and you'll see," she explained.

You had a cacophony of ideas just waiting to put into action with the use of this, shall we say, advantageous room, but you stuck to comfy couches, non-stop rock music playing on a radio, rhinestone tiaras, and chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate.

While you finished off the room with an imaginary disco ball, Hermione squealed (yes, squealed) and ran to the newly formed door. You were less than impressed with door, owing to the amount of thought you put into the room only to get a plain black door. However, when you first glimpsed the room, you could hardly contain your enthusiasm. It had nice burgundy walls with black couches by a roaring fire, topped off with an immense table filled with all the trimmings you had asked for, and more.

You surveyed the table and said to Hermione, "Well, well, I didn't know if you had it in you. The feathered boas were a nice touch." You lost the appraiser attitude and grinned at Hermione, before digging in to the chocolate! You had a severe craving for chocolate whenever you came within two miles of it.

"I also commend you on your taste," Hermione said, almost laughing.

"Why, thank you," you said with chocolate impairing your voice.

That did it. Hermione broke down in snickers and so began the first night out for the girls at Hogwarts.

No one knew what time they finally got out of there but it wasn't until at least a day after. Luckily, it was a weekend anyways, otherwise, they would have fallen asleep in class. They stumbled into the common room, giggling like mad, to a flustered Harry and Ron. Choruses of "Where were you!" and "What the hell were you doing!" met their ears as the boys furiously vented out their worry.

"Calm down, calm down, we were only out for a bit of a chat between us girls; we didn't mean to worry you, but you guys need to loosen up!" you explained with a hint of reprimanding in your voice.

"Calm down! Are you kidding me, you were out since yesterday without so much as a warning!" Ron said with his ears turning even more red. Harry just stood there, looking angry.

"Look, its not that big of a deal. We went out to talk and it ended up taking longer than we expected. No harm done," you said with a pacifying voice.

Harry just rolled his eyes and trudged up the stairs while Ron, attempting berate them a bit more, opened and closed his mouth for several minutes, before heading up the stairs also, muttering things like "no harm done, right" and slamming the door the dormitory. You looked at Hermione and said, "guys" and you both burst out laughing.

You both decided you would get your due sleep now that you had the chance and went up to the dormitory. You both found no reason to delay the sandman and fell asleep almost immediately.

You woke up at about five but Hermione was still asleep so you tiptoed down to the common room to find someone to talk to.

You got down there and you found Harry staring into the flames of the fireplace. You hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down next to him, with your lags crossed. He seemed shocked at first but then resumed his staring. You found this annoying because you had a low tolerance level for silence (a/n: lol Krysti) and decided to annoy him as payback. First, you poked him on the head and pretended to be having a thumb war with yourself to cover it up. After you had done that a few times, you resorted to poking him in the side and using the same form of innocence. Again, you became annoyed with him because he was not responding to your antics so you decided to get a little more persistent. You grabbed a sharpie, which you kept with you always in your pocket (a/n: lol Krysti), and started to draw little things on his face. He sat as still as stone for about five minutes until Ron came back through the portrait and just stared at you and Harry.

"You like?" you asked him after a bit.

He just stared at you again until he said, cautiously, "Harry, you do know that the marker she is using is permanent, right?"

This got a reaction. Harry stood up with a shocked look on his face and ran up the stairs saying things like, "CRAP!" and ran to the mirror in the boys' mirror. You ticked your finger down to one when he finally screamed. You couldn't hold it in any longer and cracked up. Ron was still staring at you, funny-like, and then said, "Why did you do that?" but he said it with a confused air instead of accusingly.

You replied, "Because, he was just sitting there but he wouldn't talk to me, even though I tried VERY hard so I found that it might create a reaction."

He answered with a meek "oh" and looked up to stairs from which Harry was just emerging.

"It's not coming off!" he shrieked.

You grinned maniacally and said, "That's because it's a sharpie."

"You evil, little…" but you didn't stay to find out what he was going to call you because you knew the consequences for your actions tended to come with very high regards to some people.

You managed to get halfway to the girl's staircase before you were snagged around the waist and your sharpie was ripped from your fingers. You were thrown over someone's shoulder and carried over to the couch where you were thrown down again. You looked up into the faces of Harry and Ron with innocent curiosity written on your face. They grinned maniacally, like you had, and uncapped the sharpie. You took this as a sign to run and call for help so you attempted to roll off the couch but they kept a strong grip on you so you were forced to call for help.

"HERMIONE, HERMIO-humph," you tried to say but were cut off by Ron's hand covering your mouth while Harry released his maverick side on your face.

He worked diligently for a few minutes before he stood up and proclaimed, "Voila! I have created a masterpiece!"

Ron released you and you glared at the pair of them. "That wasn't very nice," you said with a pouty face.

"Hey, I owed you some payback, did I not?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Yes, but you never give out the same punishment you were given; that's just tactless," replied with mock seriousness.

"Well, excuse me, but I guess this means that I will have to find an alternative payback," he said sneakily.

"No! No, no, that will do just fine," you said quickly, edging towards the dorms. You took your chance and ran. The unfortunate side though was that Hermione happened to be where you had dodged and so you tripped and landed on your back.

"Guys! What did you do to her!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ron and Harry looked flustered for a few seconds and muttered incoherently until Harry said, "She started it."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Sure she did." Hermione helped you off the ground and you mock-glared at the boys.

"Well, shall we head off to dinner?" Hermione asked. You nodded and you skipped out of the portrait.

The boys exchanged glances and jogged after them.

Dinner was an enjoyable affair. Thrown peas and cheese sauce littered the Slytherin table when they left. The whole school seemed entirely amused with you by the time you left, doing cart wheels in the Entrance Hall with sharpie all over your face.

You got to the Common Room and decided to hang out with the Weasley twins for awhile, planning pranks that would highlight your first day of classes.

You watched as the common room slowly emptied and you took out your journal. It was full of whatever you fancied at the moment, such as drawings and stories that came to you at random intervals. You were particularly engrossed in a drawing of an eye when you heard someone come down the stairs. You looked up to see the face of a technicolored Harry. He looked down at you and sat at the other end of the couch. You found this odd, for he did not even acknowledge your presence. You decided to engage him in conversation.

"What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"That's fun."

"Sure."

You decided this was not getting you anywhere so you returned to your notebook. It was a good half an hour till he said anything at all.

"What are you doing up?'

"I'm an insomniac, so I do this every night."

"Oh."

You sat in silence again. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just silence. You broke it this time.

"What's your favorite color?"

"What!"

"What's your favorite color?" you asked again.

"Umm…green. Why?"

"I don't know. I don't like silence so I thought I'd ask a stupid question. You know, that's why you have sharpie all over your face. You wouldn't speak so it was too quiet, in which I thought to fill it. Too bad you didn't say anything. It would have saved you and me from humiliation tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Your turn."

"My turn for what?"

You have to ask a question or tell a story like I did."

"Oh. What's your favorite color?"

"How original. Red. What is your position on the quidditch team?"

"Seeker. You?"

"Chaser. What's your favorite animal?"

"Stag. You?"

"Black panther."

"Wait, why?"

"Because I can do this."

At this, you changed into your animagus form, a black panther. You stretched and walked over to Harry, smiled a creepy panther smile and turned back. He sat, transfixed at you, with wide eyes. This made you laugh a little.

"You…you're an animagus!'

"An illegal animagus."

A mix of emotions crossed his face and he asked, "Really?"

"No, that was a figment of your imagination. Of course, I am." You rolled your eyes.

"Could you, perhaps,….teach me?" he asked with eagerness in his voice.

"Tell you what, you show me the ropes around here and I will teach you to become an animagus. Maybe I'll teach Ron and Hermione too."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Thank you SO much, you don't know how much this means to me." He sat there just staring off into space while you pondered his answer.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why does it mean so much to you?"

"Umm, well….see my dad and his friends were all illegal animagi and…they can't really teach me because they're not…alive anymore."

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. You didn't have to tell me," you said meekly. You felt ashamed of yourself.

"No, its okay," he said quietly. "I'm gonna go to bed now, I'm pretty tired," he said a few minutes of silence later.

"Goodnight," you said as he headed to the stairs.

You stayed down in the common room a bit later and then headed up to bed. You looked in the girls' mirror and stared at the sharpie written all across your face. You could just barely make out "By H.P." on the bottom. Oh, how you couldn't wait till tomorrow, you thought.

It had been a long day.