A/N: I have attracted readers!! YAY!! To my reviewers, hugs, warm fuzzies, and the following:

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oowth: Yes, more pranks are coming! I love the one I used in chapter one, and if you'd like a couple more in between chapters, you may wish to read "The Bet."

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I'll shut up now. On to the story!!

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February 20, 1978

We are planning the best prank ever for next year.

See, we're going to be seventh years, so we need to go out with a bang. (And no, I don't mean an explosion: we have something much more sophisticated and worthy in the works.) If this works right, we really will make Hogwarts history.

Of course, I can't say too much, because if Lyria finds out, I'm likely to be smothered in my sleep. Plus it'll be much better if it's totally unexpected.

Oh, it's going to be great...

February 28, 1978

I am unbelievable, almost amazingly furious at the following individuals: My little brother Orion, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and assorted Slytherins, most notable one who has yet to discover shampoo.

Here's the gist of what happened. My little brother, being a fourth year and rather naive, suggested that the two of us sing in the talent show the staff is planning. That doesn't fit with my image at ALL, but I mean, this is my little brother, so I told him I'd think about it. Of course, Miss Evans found out and announced to the entire school that I would be singing with my little brother in the talent show. Assorted Slytherins found this extraordinarily amusing, and one Severus Snape laughed so hard I thought he was going to piss himself. Remus Lupin did not help, because he proceeded to tell everyone not only that I could sing, but also that I know how to play piano quite well. Now not only did the Slytherins find this amusing, but also the rest of the school. Even McGonagall laughed. I mean, MCGONAGALL LAUGHING AT ME.

This, mind you, after I caused an acid explosion on Remus' behalf. Lyria tried to console me, but was also amazed that I can play piano. It was my father's idea; it's not my fault!

I'm going to stop writing and go bang my head against a wall. Maybe I can knock myself out.

March 3, 1978

Note to self: Start brain before engaging mouth.

I have earned myself yet another two week detention with Prewett. Messing with Snape in Potions probably wasn't the most brilliant thing I've ever done, truthfully, but I still say it was worth it.

I believe Prewett was drunk, because he paired us together to work on a truth potion. It started at least civil, and that lasted for approximately 47 seconds before he made mistake number one.

"Get out of my way, you moron, I'll do the important parts," he snapped at me.

"Pity you can't get someone to do the important parts of your work in Transfiguration," I replied just as sharply. "And I don't think you have the right to call anyone a moron, considering who your friends are."

Silence reigned for a longer period this time, an entire 2 minutes and 19 seconds, before mistake two. A bit of something fell off the table, and he leaned over to pick it up and found my journal in the front of my bag.

"What's this? Sirius Black keeps a diary?" He smirked. "Now this could be interesting reading material..."

"Give it here," I snarled. I was not about to let him read it, although there really wasn't anything incriminating in it that I could remember.

"No, I think I'd like to read it," he replied, opening the book.

Fortunately for me, I'd put a charm on the book to prevent just such a situation. The book bit down firmly on his finger, and he dropped it as if it were on fire.

Prewett darted over in alarm. "BLACK! Now what have you done?"

I wasn't pleased. "ME?!? He's the one sticking that giant beak of his where it doesn't belong!" I yelped.

Prewett fixed me with a glare that would have caused anyone with a lesser temper to piss themselves. "Mr. Avery, please make sure Mr. Snape makes it up to the Hospital Wing safely. As for you, Black," he spoke my name as if it hurt him to say it, "I want you to bottle that potion so Mr. Snape can get a grade for it. You'll have plenty of time to regret your F on this project, since you'll be spending detention with me for the next two weeks."

I fought the desire to scream, and instead bottled the potion precisely as asked—except, of course, for the small vial I pocketed.

Snape'll get his.

March 10, 1978

I love it when I get my proper revenge. Especially when I don't get caught.

Prongs, Moony, & I managed to corner Snape after slipping him the truth potion (Peter was too afraid to join us). It was possibly the funniest thing ever, but I include two perfect blackmail questions...

"So, any crushes, Severus?" Prongs asked, grinning widely.

"Jezabelle Marguilles," he confessed.

"Isn't she a fourth year?!?" Remus yelped. "The one that's screwed the entire population of fourth years?"

"So we know now what he thinks about all day. He's even grosser than his hygiene would suggest," I pointed out. "Hmm... how about... any pets or stuffed animals at home, Sev?"

"A rabbit," he confessed with a dark look. He seemed to be trying to fight the potion.

I started laughing so hard I hit the floor. Remus finally managed to uncover that the rabbit's name was Trixie before the three of us bolted for Gryffindor Tower, chased by a now as-normal-as-he-gets Severus Snape.

Of course, we shared our information with Peter upon reaching our dorm.

Yes, it's well worth two weeks of detention to know that Snape has a rabbit named Trixie and a crush on the school slut.