Hey! Love you guys' reviews! They are the bomb! Whenever I read them, I smile and it gives me motivation to write the next chapter. Pranks galore in this chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

The next morning, Sirius woke up in a pink bed with a pink fluffy pillow in the pink Aphrodite cabin. Phil seemed to not mind the pink, and he seemed to be cool, so Sirius decided to go with it. But the reason Sirius woke up is because good ol' Phil had slapped him with a pink pillow.

"Phil…what was that for?" groaned Sirius.

"Because! Your friends are still asleep and lessons don't start until 10!"

"Then why couldn't I sleep until then?" he asked.

"Because you need to get them back for what they did to your hair last night!"

Sirius leapt out of bed. "You know, Phil, you could easily replace Peter as the 4th Marauder."

"I have no clue what you are saying, but thanks! Now get moving!" commanded Phil. Sirius threw on an orange t-shirt and jeans by his bed overtop his red plaid boxers. He brushed his hair thoroughly.

Hmmm… I need to think of something SO embarrassing to do to them…something even MORE embarrassing than what they did to me… he thought. Then Sirius spotted a black bra with pink lace and little pink ribbons. It was on the floor near one of his sister's beds. Bingo!

Sirius had a plan.

9:30 that morning

"Hey! Sirius!" Phil ran to catch up with his friend. "How was it?"

"Brilliant!"

"Brilliant?"

"Brilliant!"

"Is that some British thing?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"So it went well?"

"It was…do Americans say…radical?"

"Um, not often."

"Oh. Anyways, the deed is done. Now we wait for the reaction."

Phil was actually Sirius's Ancient Greek teacher, and that was the first class he had that day.

"So…wait by the Hermes cabin until Ancient Greek?" asked Phil.

"Sounds good. We need a good view of this one!" said Sirius.

"Holy Hermes! We haven't had breakfast yet!" exclaimed Phil. "I'll snatch a few muffins for us." Phil ran off, leaving Sirius sitting in front of the Hermes cabin…waiting.

Soon, Phil came back to Sirius with the muffins at hand.

"Did I miss it?" he asked.

"SIRIUS!" Someone bellowed from inside cabin eleven.

"Nope. You're just in time."

Sirius and Phillip smiled at each other.

SLAM! The door opened; out came Remus in a black skirt. His wand was at hand.

"Incarcerous!"

Sirius was bound by thick ropes and couldn't move. Remus stared angrily at him.

"What… did… you… DO WITH MY CLOTHES?" he shouted.

"Oh Remus! What are you wearing! Didn't you get new clothes? Mine were by my bedside," said Sirius simply.

"All Prongs and I got… were THESE!" Remus pointed to his skirt and held up two bras and two pairs of panties. By now, campers were starting to stare at Remus in his girly apparel. (Obviously, Remus had to wear the clothing; otherwise he would be left in his underwear, which he slept in. Sirius had considered this and removed and hidden all clothing that Remus and James could've worn.)

"GIVE US OUR CLOTHES!" shouted Remus. "I KNOW HOW TO DO THE CRUCIATUS CURSE IF YOU DON'T!"

"Alright! They're under my bed!"

Remus growled and stomped away to retrieve his clothes. Also in girl clothing, James came outside and followed.

"Hah!" laughed Phil once they were gone. "Where did you EVER get that idea?"

Sirius chuckled. "The three of us took Snape's clothes right before we came here. It was my idea but Snape was frozen, so we didn't get to see his reaction. I thought I'd refine it a bit and use it on those two." The boys laughed and rolled on the ground.

After a while, Phil sighed. "I assume I should start teaching you some Greek now. Being dyslexic, you'll probably learn this quickly."

Remus and James changed into their clothes and walked out of the Aphrodite cabin. The whole time, Remus complained and told James how annoyed he was with Sirius.

"Ugh! Sirius is SO annoying! Why did he have to steal OUR clothes? That was so mean! He thinks he's all that because he's already been claimed, that's what!"

"But didn't you see Sirius when he was claimed, Moony? He looked embarrassed. I mean… look at this place! It's pink, for Pete's sake!" exclaimed James.

"I know, but he didn't have to DO that!"

"Well, let's get back at him then!" suggested James.

"Sure! So what will get a big reaction out of Sirius?" asked Remus.

They thought about it.

"Frogs!" they said together.

Sirius POV

After all my lessons (including Ancient Greek, Archery, and Canoeing) were finished, Phil and I walked back to our cabin to chill and figure out something to do.

"You know, Sirius, I'd like to just hang for a while," said Phil. We were lying on our side-by-side beds. "Here," he said. "Have a coke." Phil threw me a can from his mini fridge.

"Thanks." I caught it and drank. Under the covers, I felt something squirming near my feet. "What the-?" I threw off the covers and was face to face with five bullfrogs.

"Croak."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I screamed and ran for the bathroom.

You're probably wondering why a strong and manly guy like myself is deathly afraid of frogs, right?

I have a good reason.

Flashback

Sitting at the dinner table in the Noble House of the Black, I bite into my steak. It's Christmas night and I'm 10 years old. My cousin Bellatrix, whom I despise, is here with her parents for the holiday. Suddenly in a puff of black smoke, a Death Eater appears by my mom's side (well now that Aphrodite's my real mom, my stepmom's side).

"The Dark Lord is coming. He wishes to meet his future recruit," the Death Eater says.

"Bellatrix is ready to meet him, sir," replies my stepmom.

"Very well." he disappears in a cloud of black smoke.

Not 30 seconds later, another explosion of smoke announces the coming of Voldemort.

"Ah, the Black Family," he hisses much like a snake. Everyone at the table bows their head, but I keep mine straight.

"Bow!" my stepmother commands.

"Bow!" hisses Voldemort.

"No. I do not bow to evil people like you," I answer him.

"Crucio!"

I am instantly squirming with pain. Nobody in my family tells Voldemort to stop because none of them care about me in the slightest. They think I deserve this.

Finally, Voldemort lifts the curse. He is still furious with me because I still refuse to bow. He roars and points his wand at the lake, visible from the window. He mutters something and then shouts, "Oppugno!" The thick layer of ice cracks and a bunch of slimy, 4-legged creatures hop out. As they get closer, I notice the fangs and blood red eyes they possess. Voldemort points his wand towards my face. The frogs break the window and climb into the house, heading right for me. I shoot up the stairs, but that just makes them angrier. They hop after me. Eventually, they catch up. The frogs sink their teeth into my legs and my screams can be heard in America.

For days, I am forced to battle the amphibians. My whole body is covered in fang marks. Since I have no wand, I am forced to kill the frogs with my pocketknife.

End Flashback

I always wondered why Voldemort didn't just give me his classic Avada Kedavra. Was he in a good mood or was he trying to save me until I was older and I would want to be a Death Eater like the rest of my family? (Not like that would ever happen!) My scars still are visible from what Voldemort DIDdo to me though. From then on, I had a horrible case of ranidaphobia.

What James and Remus did to "prank" me was very mean. It was cruel, heartless, inhumane, and wicked. Then, I decided that I was NEVER going to talk to them EVER again.

A special thanks to my youth group for supplying me with ideas for pranks in this chapter. Dave gave me the replacing the clothes idea and Tyler gave me an idea involving frogs (not exactly his suggestion, but a great inspiration). It was hilarious how he gave it to me. So embarrassed to talk about something nerdy with his friends around lol. Dove helped me come up with a couple future pranks as well.

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