Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the enormously talented creator of Harry
Potter, not me.
Order of the Pranksters
It was a gorgeous summer day, and the sun shined down on Hermione Granger as she sprawled over her lawn chair. Propping her book up, she read while enjoying the heat and the luxury of being able to read whatever, whenever, and however she wanted. It was nice to be out of school.
As entertaining as The Muggleborn's Guide to Wizardry was, Hermione's thoughts inevitably turned to her recent adventures with her best friends Harry and Ron. Voldemort had sent Harry visions of his godfather, Sirius, in distress to lure him to the Ministry of Magic. He had attempted to trick Harry into opening a prophecy. In the ensuing battle, Sirius had fallen in to a mysterious veil. He was now presumed dead. Despite the many times she, Ron, and Headmaster Dumbledore reassured Harry he did not murder his godfather, Harry remained unconvinced. To make matters worse, Harry had to spend his summer break with his horrible aunt and uncle.
"Oh, well," Hermione thought. "It won't do any use to contemplate things I can't do anything about right now." She would figure something out by the time they both visited Ron and the rest of his family.
Closing the book and getting out of the chair, Hermione set out across the yard to meet the approaching mailman.
"Good Morning, ma'am," said the mailman as he handed over the letters.
"Thank you," she replied. She turned to return to her chair and sort the letters as the mailman drove off. Settling back down, she looked through the envelopes. A bill, a bill, and a letter for her. "I wonder who it's from," she thought. "I don't recognize the handwriting." She tore the envelope open and read the letter:
Dear Hermione Granger:
The Order of the Pranksters has been a secret organization devoted to fun at Hogwarts since its founding days. It is our role to stage harmless pranks throughout the year in hopes of letting loose the laughter, lifting the mood, and taking the haughty down a notch. It is our policy to never do permanent harm, but to instead bolster Hogwart's morale.
We think you have skills that would benefit our group immensely. Please consider this proposal and send your reply within a week to Fred and George Weasley, our current recruiters. If you choose not to join, this message, and your memories of it, will disappear.
The Order of the Pranksters must remain discreet to function effectively. Even Headmaster Dumbledore does not know of this organization. Therefore, we ask for your utmost discretion; please do not mention this to anybody. As a warning, this parchment has a placed a hex on you and will give you boils if you try to do so.
A meeting will be held at twelve o' clock on September first during the train ride. The compartment will be marked with our symbol visible to our members only. We hope to see you there!
New 6th Years: Blaise Zambini Neville Longbottom Hermione Granger Susan Bones Padma Patil
7th Years: MacKenzie Vaughn Fred Weasley George Weasley Ainsley Macauley Corin Gallagher
Hermione blinked a few times and stared at the letter before her. It shocked her to learn of a club that Headmaster Dumbledore knew nothing of, but had been existence since Hogwarts began.
"Hmm... wouldn't that be an interesting thing to add to Hogwarts, A History," Hermione thought. Her mouth twisted into a smirk at the image. In any case, the note seemed genuine; the club seemed fun. It could be a stress reliever for her always-heavy workload.
She would do it. Standing up and collecting her things, Hermione went into the house to write a reply. It seemed her next year at Hogwarts was going to an adventure! Well, when she thought about it, another adventure.
Four weeks later...
It was almost the start of school again. Hermione mused about the upcoming school year as she pulled out her clothes and her trunk to begin packing. She would leave for the Weasley's tomorrow and go straight with them to Platform 9 3/4.
She would miss being with her parents. She had enjoyed their company over the summer, even in spite of the fact it was awkward to be under their rule. She was use to being on her own and in a different world. She would miss having her own room. Her room, decorated with books and lace, was comfortable and quiet. Quiet was something she only got over vacation. Lavender and Parvati were always chattering and the Common Room was never silent. Her only refuge for quiet was the library; she appreciated the silence just as much as she appreciated the books.
The idea of going back to school seemed partially surreal; Hermione knew this year would be vastly different from her others. It was probable that she would have a more active role in the war. That thought made her both relieved and scared. Being Harry's friend meant she could be be putting herself in harm's way, and she would finally be getting some much-needed battle skills. On the other hand, Hermione feared war and becoming involved in one. She had read World War II veteran testimonies. They were still haunted. She was afraid for her eyes to look as dead as Harry's sometimes did.
However, Hermione was bursting with excitement over the Pranksters. It was so hard to keep it a secret! She was bouncing off the walls waiting for the first meeting. It was going to be a way to creatively kick back and relax. Secretly, it thrilled her to do something different from what people expected of her.
Tomorrow, she, the Weasleys, and Harry would go to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. As usual, she would find out exactly where that was on the way. The Headquarters was the best place for Harry. It provided optimum security, both physical and emotional. Besides, the Order members were begging for Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
The next week was probably going to be focused on Harry. Time had not lessoned Harry's grief over Sirius. Harry's entire summer, including his sixteenth birthday, had been rotten because of it. Thankfully, they had been able to sneak Harry out from the Dursley's house for a birthday party. The Order was glad for Harry to be back in a caring environment.
Order of the Pranksters
It was a gorgeous summer day, and the sun shined down on Hermione Granger as she sprawled over her lawn chair. Propping her book up, she read while enjoying the heat and the luxury of being able to read whatever, whenever, and however she wanted. It was nice to be out of school.
As entertaining as The Muggleborn's Guide to Wizardry was, Hermione's thoughts inevitably turned to her recent adventures with her best friends Harry and Ron. Voldemort had sent Harry visions of his godfather, Sirius, in distress to lure him to the Ministry of Magic. He had attempted to trick Harry into opening a prophecy. In the ensuing battle, Sirius had fallen in to a mysterious veil. He was now presumed dead. Despite the many times she, Ron, and Headmaster Dumbledore reassured Harry he did not murder his godfather, Harry remained unconvinced. To make matters worse, Harry had to spend his summer break with his horrible aunt and uncle.
"Oh, well," Hermione thought. "It won't do any use to contemplate things I can't do anything about right now." She would figure something out by the time they both visited Ron and the rest of his family.
Closing the book and getting out of the chair, Hermione set out across the yard to meet the approaching mailman.
"Good Morning, ma'am," said the mailman as he handed over the letters.
"Thank you," she replied. She turned to return to her chair and sort the letters as the mailman drove off. Settling back down, she looked through the envelopes. A bill, a bill, and a letter for her. "I wonder who it's from," she thought. "I don't recognize the handwriting." She tore the envelope open and read the letter:
Dear Hermione Granger:
The Order of the Pranksters has been a secret organization devoted to fun at Hogwarts since its founding days. It is our role to stage harmless pranks throughout the year in hopes of letting loose the laughter, lifting the mood, and taking the haughty down a notch. It is our policy to never do permanent harm, but to instead bolster Hogwart's morale.
We think you have skills that would benefit our group immensely. Please consider this proposal and send your reply within a week to Fred and George Weasley, our current recruiters. If you choose not to join, this message, and your memories of it, will disappear.
The Order of the Pranksters must remain discreet to function effectively. Even Headmaster Dumbledore does not know of this organization. Therefore, we ask for your utmost discretion; please do not mention this to anybody. As a warning, this parchment has a placed a hex on you and will give you boils if you try to do so.
A meeting will be held at twelve o' clock on September first during the train ride. The compartment will be marked with our symbol visible to our members only. We hope to see you there!
New 6th Years: Blaise Zambini Neville Longbottom Hermione Granger Susan Bones Padma Patil
7th Years: MacKenzie Vaughn Fred Weasley George Weasley Ainsley Macauley Corin Gallagher
Hermione blinked a few times and stared at the letter before her. It shocked her to learn of a club that Headmaster Dumbledore knew nothing of, but had been existence since Hogwarts began.
"Hmm... wouldn't that be an interesting thing to add to Hogwarts, A History," Hermione thought. Her mouth twisted into a smirk at the image. In any case, the note seemed genuine; the club seemed fun. It could be a stress reliever for her always-heavy workload.
She would do it. Standing up and collecting her things, Hermione went into the house to write a reply. It seemed her next year at Hogwarts was going to an adventure! Well, when she thought about it, another adventure.
Four weeks later...
It was almost the start of school again. Hermione mused about the upcoming school year as she pulled out her clothes and her trunk to begin packing. She would leave for the Weasley's tomorrow and go straight with them to Platform 9 3/4.
She would miss being with her parents. She had enjoyed their company over the summer, even in spite of the fact it was awkward to be under their rule. She was use to being on her own and in a different world. She would miss having her own room. Her room, decorated with books and lace, was comfortable and quiet. Quiet was something she only got over vacation. Lavender and Parvati were always chattering and the Common Room was never silent. Her only refuge for quiet was the library; she appreciated the silence just as much as she appreciated the books.
The idea of going back to school seemed partially surreal; Hermione knew this year would be vastly different from her others. It was probable that she would have a more active role in the war. That thought made her both relieved and scared. Being Harry's friend meant she could be be putting herself in harm's way, and she would finally be getting some much-needed battle skills. On the other hand, Hermione feared war and becoming involved in one. She had read World War II veteran testimonies. They were still haunted. She was afraid for her eyes to look as dead as Harry's sometimes did.
However, Hermione was bursting with excitement over the Pranksters. It was so hard to keep it a secret! She was bouncing off the walls waiting for the first meeting. It was going to be a way to creatively kick back and relax. Secretly, it thrilled her to do something different from what people expected of her.
Tomorrow, she, the Weasleys, and Harry would go to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. As usual, she would find out exactly where that was on the way. The Headquarters was the best place for Harry. It provided optimum security, both physical and emotional. Besides, the Order members were begging for Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
The next week was probably going to be focused on Harry. Time had not lessoned Harry's grief over Sirius. Harry's entire summer, including his sixteenth birthday, had been rotten because of it. Thankfully, they had been able to sneak Harry out from the Dursley's house for a birthday party. The Order was glad for Harry to be back in a caring environment.