Written for the Philosopher's Stone Competition (The Sorting Hat), The Diagon Alley Competition (Weasley's Wizard Wheezes), The Greenhouses Competition (Alihotsy), and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Competition (Decoy Detonators).
"Professor McGonagall, may I ask you about my O.W.L results?" Remus asked the teacher. Sirius winked at him and hid under the Invisibility cloak with James and Peter.
Dumbledore was at the feast, and McGonagall was getting the Sorting Hat.
"Alright, Lupin but make it quick."
Using Moony as their distraction, James, Peter and Sirius dashed inside the Headmaster's office. James and Sirius took out their wands and Peter stared in awe while they worked, muttering incantations and spells.
.
All of the students sat in the Great Hall. Anxious first years waited in line for the sorting to begin, but first, the hat was supposed to sing.
"Welcome new students to this magnificent school
Pour out your secrets and don't be a fool.
You might belong in Gryffindor where the cowards learn a lot
But be aware that your brain is destined to quickly rot.
Ravenclaw may be your house where everyone is stupid.
All the kids think about is beauty and love from ol' cupid."
Murmurs spread around quickly through the Great Hall and McGonagall scowled. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"You may belong in Hufflepuff, where selfishness is admired.
Their great knowledge is the reason why Defense teachers are fired."
"In Slytherin, you may belong with all the ugly donkeys.
But be aware that ambition will turn you into monkeys."
Hufflepuffs laughed. Ravenclaws were hysterical at the fact that they were called stupid. Gryffindors were in fits because they knew they weren't cowards. The Slytherins frowned. The had not been called the opposite of what their house is notorious for. They were called donkeys and monkeys.
Severus Snape mumbled something about Potter and Black. Lily Evans tried restraining her smile.
"Come on, Evans," James said. "You know you want to laugh."
"You did this didn't you?" Lily asked. Sirius hi-fived James.
"Come on, Evans. Who else is in possession of ingenious ideas of pranks. Right, Prongs?" Sirius asked cockily.
"I don't know, Padfoot, Evans seems confused. Of course it's us!" James exclaimed, pounding the table. Sirius gave a hearty laugh.
"It may as well be the best prank of all time," he said, grinning.
I hope it's not as bad as I think. Tell me your opinions!
-Carmen :)