Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. Jeez, you think you'd only have to say it once and it would stick, but nooooooooooooooooooooooooo every chapter the same thing. I don't own it. And I try to make it interesting, I really do but my god………………okay I'll shut up now.

(A/N: So far this story has been very dreary and serious for the most part. I really had meant to make it at least a little more fun. After a review from a reader by the name of brightsidetolife I was reminded of this. So, in their words this chapter is about giving Harry a break or at least as much of a break as Harry Potter can get. Hope you enjoy it and that by the end of it I've made at least a few of you laugh and that most of you aren't banging your head against a wall thinking 'what the heck is wrong with this author? I am never reading anything by them again'. REVIEW!!)

Chaper 10: The Prankfest

After the chance encounter in the library, Lily and Harry began to become a little closer. It wasn't rare to see the two in a corner of the common room surrounded by books and parchment. But, apart from schoolwork, they also were becoming closer friends.

In the meantime the Marauders were completely and utterly confused about Harry in general. One minute he's acting like he's known them for years and the next he's avoiding them like the plague. And none of them could decipher the impromptu riddle he had given James. 'For their own safety?' what could that possibly mean? But as things stood now they accepted the odd behavior, attempting to push all thoughts of the new kid out of their mind and returning to their normal routine.

The Marauders were sitting in their dorm room just relaxing. It was a Saturday and they had gotten lucky and been assigned no homework.

Remus was on his bed, deeply immersed in some complex and impossible to understand tome he had found in the library, paying no attention whatsoever to his surroundings. James was tempted for a moment to chuck something at him and see what he did, but then reminded himself that it would do no good. Being a werewolf had given Remus amazing reflexes, one of the very scarce perks of getting turned into one. But even the thought of never being caught off guard again by one of Sirius' pranks could ever persuade James to willingly go through what Remus had to every month. That was one of the reasons he had pursued attempting the animagus transformation.

Sirius and Peter were at a small table set up in the corner playing a game of gobstones, something poor Peter was losing dismally at. They had been playing for nearly an hour and Peter was drenched in the foul smelling liquid while Sirius didn't even have a drop on him. Shaking his head, James smiled. Everything was as it should be.

James himself had been lying on his bed staring at the hangings and thinking of absolutely nothing……well Lily had crossed his mind a few times but that was not at all unusual. All his friends were here, Harry was off only god knew where. 'Don't think about HIM,' James though rolling over onto his side. The truth was James had been thinking about the emerald eyed boy an awful lot lately. He was an enigma that one. He didn't know why he was so inclined to ponder about him for hours, but Harry was like a very complex puzzle he was obsessed with solving. But he wasn't going to think about him. He was going to think about……..school. No, he was going to think about……….Lily. Nah, he did too much of that already. He was going to think about…………..

"Sweet Merlin!" James exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.

Sirius jumped about a foot in the air and accidentally dropped the gobstone in his hand. Within seconds, he was soaked in the pungent smelling fluid you take the risk of getting covered in when you play.

If looks could kill, James would be dead 10 times over from the glare Sirius was giving him. However, James hardly seemed to notice.

"Sirius," James said, looking to be in a state of shock, "I've just realized something."

"What?" asked Sirius, looking thoroughly annoyed, "That you won't live to see tomorrow's sunrise?"

"No," said James, who wasn't really paying attention to what Sirius was saying, "We've been so caught up in the whole Harry thing, we haven't played any pranks since he arrived."

Now it was Sirius' turn to look shocked.

"Merlin's beard," a look over horror was spreading over Sirius' face, "I think you're right."

"NOOOOOOOO!" Sirius yelled, throwing himself on the floor dramatically, all thoughts of the gobstone goop gone, "How could we have forgotten to do pranks?! People are probably thinking we've gone soft!"

Remus looked up briefly from his reading, just long enough to roll his eyes when he spotted Sirius on the floor before he returned to the incomprehensible tome.

"I know!" James shouted hopping off the bed, "We haven't done ANTHING to Snivellus in ages! This is preposterous!

"Absurd!" Sirius joined in.

"Shocking!"

"Insane!"

"Foolish!"

"Outrageous!"

"Crazy!"

"Unthinkable!"

"Ludicrous!"

"Asinine, nonsensical, exorbitant," Remus added not even looking up from the book.

James and Sirius stopped jumping around the room and stared at him.

"Remus," said James slowly, "How is it we're rattling off every synonym that we can think of and you still manage to confuse us with your vocabulary?"

Remus just shrugged, still not looking up. James watched him a moment longer hoping for a more detailed reply but eventually he gave up.

"Well, my dear Padfoot," said James, turning to him, "Because we have gone so long without pranking we must make up for lost time."

"I agree, my dear Prongs," said Sirius, grinning, "and you know what that means……"

"PRANKFEST!" They both yelled and ran out of the room, laughing maniacally.

Remus watched them go and rolled his eyes again, but on his face a small smile was playing across his lips. While he may not approve of everything James and Sirius did, he still believed they were wonderful people and would go along with almost anything if he could save their friendship.

In the meantime, James and Sirius had run down the stairs and through the common room, ignoring the alarmed looked they were receiving, through the portrait whole and into the nearest deserted classroom.

"Okay so we've got to come up with something new," said James.

"And it should be big," Sirius added, "to make up for lost pranking time."

"Right, hold on," James said, pulling out his wand and conjuring a piece of parchment, quill and ink, "Now where were we?"

For the next four hours (and new record for prank planning time in the Marauder's book) they brainstormed and researched some pranks they could alter and use, as well as some new ones. Finally, they had a plan together and it was probably one of their most complex yet.

Harry was walking toward the library when he walked by an abandoned classroom from which the sound of voices and laughter was emanating. He backtracked to the door which was slightly ajar and peeked inside. Within the confines of the room was James and Sirius and they were joking around and writing on a piece of parchment.

From the paper's aura it was conjured. Every living and nonliving thing had an aura. Ever since he was little Harry had always seen a faint outline of…….something surrounding the people and things around him. Only, recently, and through many hours of research had he figured out what it was. He was an aura reader, a special kind of seer. While most seers are known for going into a trance and reciting prophecies, looking into crystal balls, and reading tea leaves, that was not the only thing the ancient subject of divination entails. Aura readers are a very rare type of seer, so rare, in fact, their entire existence has almost been lost to time and knowledge. This type of clairvoyant can sense the very life force of the people around them, or there auras. So, when they touch someone they see a flash of either their future or fast, like a short clip cut from the movie of their life. The flashes though don't usually start happening until about 16 years of age. Before that, they received flashes only of the people they have touched at random points, often in the form of dreams. So, it turned out that his dreams weren't always from Voldemort (although some were). They were just bits of his abilities peeking through.

There were some other abilities he had found and developed over time. But they were unimportant as of now. The point was he could also sense the magical auras of things such as enchanted objects and tell what spells were placed on them by switching into something called "unfocused sight". To any observer Harry's eyes would appear to become unfocused while he was actually focusing on something far beyond what they could ever hope to.

Harry concentrated and suddenly it was like his eyes could move wherever you wish. Another benefit of being gifted with "unfocused sight" is that while your body would stay in place it was like your eyes could go anywhere, and Harry's eyes went above the paper James was scrawling on.

It read:

PRANKFEST PLAN

Courtesy of Mr. Prongs and Mr. Padfoot

Mr. Padfoot would like to enquire as to why Mr. Prongs decided to state his name first

Mr. Prongs would like to reply with the utmost respect that it was because he is better than Mr. Padfoot

Mr. Padfoot would like to object-

And Mr. Prongs would like to get started on the actual list

And from there it listed 3 pages worth of ideas and notes on every prank imaginable.

Harry returned to regular sight and smiled. He had always heard about how great his father and best friend were at pranks and how not even the pranks developed by the Weasley twins could outdo the infamous Marauders. It looked like while he was here he would be getting a piece of the action.

He wasn't sure whether to be scared or not.

(A/N: should I be mean and leave it here????????? Nah, I'm too nice for my own good)

The next day Harry went down early to breakfast, not wanting to miss the show and not being able to sleep much anyway.

As soon as he walked into the room he sensed a spell trying to activate on him and telling it would be harmless he allowed it. One of the other many hidden talents of Harry James Potter/ Harry Jameson: as long as his magic levels were up to at least 50 strength he could allow or disallow spells to affect him. This time he allowed it.

Instantly he was bedecked in a red and gold striped party hat and a puff of silver and gold glitter exploded out of nowhere covering him in sparkles.

Harry grinned and looked up to see a sign floating above the immaculately decorated hall that read:

Courtesy of the Marauders

Today we are making up for our lapse of proper judgment when prioritizing this year. We are celebrating today as the anniversary of yours truly's first prank in first year, involving some very colorful pies, whip cream, and giant cherries. Enjoy your day!

Harry laughed lightly and took a closer look at the hall. At each table every occupant was adorned with a striped party hat of their house colors……… except the Slytherins of course.

They were wearing red and gold party hats and every one of there bodies were a deep scarlet with gold polka-dots. All of them looked quite displeased with the current arrangement, but it seemed that every time the attempted some spell to return to themselves to their normal attire that the party had would grow to astronomical sizes. Some Slytherins were practically swimming in their hats already and the others were quickly catching on that it was better to leave their adornments alone, however disgruntled it made them.

Harry was just settling into a seat at the end of the table near Lily and a few of her friends and taking some toast, when a commotion at the doors caught his attention. He glanced up at them just in time to see a very irate Severus Snape walk inside the hall. Instantly, he met the same fate as the rest of the Slytherins. However, when he decided to try and hex his hat off, something happened.

Quite suddenly, Snape was raised up into the air as if someone invisible was holding his ankle. Harry glanced around momentarily and sure enough spotted James and Sirius' wands pointed at him under the table.

As Snape struggled to be released, a banner fell from the singing, the word on it written in an elegant script and a very annoying song was heard. After a moment Harry noticed that the words were glowing and finally he knew what precisely was happening. A choir of infuriatingly squeaky voices was singing and on the banner was the lyrics and it went like this:

Every party has a Pooper

That's why we invited you

PARTY POOPER!!!!!!!

And it was repeating over and over, growing louder and louder, and Snape was being whirled around the room.

Harry glanced up at the teachers table to see McGonagall's lips growing indescribably thin as she seemed to crackle with suppressed fury, while the other teachers seemed to be in a state of shock. Looking over at Lily, he saw her having a reaction very similar to McGonagall's, her eyes smoldering and dangerous, while all the students around them were laughing hysterically.

Finally deciding that, as Snape was going on a little rollercoaster ride around the hall by his ankle, that things had gone far enough, he waved his hand discreetly under the table and Snape fell to the ground his face red, whether from embarrassment or anger Harry didn't know.

He gave the Marauders a glare of pure loathing, before taking his seat at the Slytherin table. The Marauders, in the meantime, were looking at each other, perplexed. Neither James nor Sirius had dropped the spell, so why had it ceased working?

Harry smiled to himself, and returned to his breakfast, just stopping Lily from mauling the Marauders.

Throughout the rest of the day, pranks occurred all over the school ranging from very big to very small.

The Ravenclaws were unable to enter the library, the Hufflepuffs were like evil psychopaths and slacking off in class (hard workers ha!), the Slytherins were acting sugary sweet (disturbing really), and the Gryffindors were laughing at it all.

In essence the whole school was turned upside down and in complete chaos. And the students weren't the only ones targeted. The ghosts were unable to float through the walls, and many a resounding bang was heard as they tried. And the teachers, well the teachers…………………there is really nothing to describe what happened to the teachers.

Harry was in Transfiguration later that day listening to McGonagall give a lecture on turning living things into other living things (much more difficult than other types of transfiguration because you're actually altering its already complex genetic code into an equally complex one) when instead saying a word McGonagall gave out a loud meow.

Her eyes widened as every time she tried to speak a meow erupted from her mouth. Harry watched as fear spread across her face and Harry knew she was thinking something was going wrong with her animagus transformation…….before her gaze fell on the laughing Marauders and her eyes narrowed.

She opened her mouth but instead of letting loose a very long rant about pranking a teacher and probably assigning detention, she let out an angry hiss, sounding very much like an irritated cat.

Let it suffice to say, they never really returned to the lecture.

When they got to Potions, Slughorn assigned them to make the Polyjuice Potion (something Harry found very amusing) and had settled into his chair to eat his sugared pineapple. Lily and Harry were just beginning to gather their ingredients when they were interrupted by a loud squawk at the front of the classroom.

Where Slughorn had just been sitting was now a very plump pig. Harry snorted with laughter at the memories that brought back of Dudley with that very appropriate tail. Lily gave him a disapproving glance before she waved her wand attempting to reverse the impressive transfiguration.

That was a big mistake.

Slughorn the pig immediately began flashing every color of the rainbow and suddenly was standing on his hind legs wearing a top hat, tap shoes, and holding a cane. Then he began to dance.

Harry had nothing to say about that experience.

What happened to Dumbledore, though, was by far the most amusing.

How on earth the Marauders got one past Dumbledore Harry will never know, but regardless of how, they did, and with hilarious results.

They had just been sitting down to lunch when a loud bang erupted from the teachers table just as Dumbledore sat down in his chair.

Where Dumbledore had just been was a tiny leprechaun with a white beard laced with shamrocks and those unmistakable twinkling eyes which were, at the moment, looking panicked.

The Dumbledore leprechaun hopped up and a box of well known muggle cereal appeared in his arms.

"They're after me Lucky Charms!" he exclaimed in a squeaky voice before bolting out of the hall as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.

The muggleborns, half-bloods, and everyone aware of what that meant was on the floor laughing hysterically while the others looked around in confusion.

Harry just smiled to himself before starting to eat, thinking up ways he could mock Dumbledore mercilessly when he got back to his own time.

All in all, it was a very good day.

(A/N: oh my gosh. I am sooo sorry this took so long. I'm rubbish when it comes to writing pranks. I'm just not very good at coming up with them because I would never be able to actually do them. That part of my brain his way too dusty because it just hasnt been used. It took me FOREVER to come up with this much. It was originally going to be longer with a little more angst toward the end but then i was like 'i've made them wait for so long i just couldnt be that mean' so here you go. I hope you liked it and REVIEW!!!!)