(A/N: This chapter is pure comic relief as I was quite sad when I wrote this.)

JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista, Julia, Amaia, some chick named Vanessa and the dream...

Chapter 9: Sirius and the Hair Dyeing Experiments

Sirius trudged up the last stairwell before the corridor, which held the Gryffindor common room. The purpose of his mission wasn't exactly clear, except to disturb his godson and that was easily done, as Harry was more than eager to spend time with Sirius. Once at the entrance to the Fat Lady, which he winked at and smiled cheekily, he waltzed into the common room and flopped onto one of the more comfortable chairs by the fire.

He knew that Harry wasn't up yet as he had just come from the Great Hall which was gradually filling with students from the other houses. Suddenly the door to the boy's dormitories opened and Harry entered the common room, yawning slightly and heading towards the portrait hole.

"Harry," Sirius whispered, his grin widening into a mischievous smile.

"Mornin' Sirius. What's going on?" Harry muttered thickly, changing his course of motion.

Sirius sat in thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers.

"Harry, we are going to have a bit of fun with Karista today," he said quietly, huddling with Harry.

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Harry ran harder than he had ever run in his life. It was even more difficult to the fact that he was trying hard to control his laughter which was bouncing off the walls of the corridors in front of him. The Great Hall was in sight, and packed as well.

"This will be interesting," Harry giggled merrily, running inside and plunking himself in front of Ron. Sirius, who was at the head table with Remus (who by the way was grinning wickedly at Harry), was trying to get Harry's attention.

"You do it?" Sirius hollered, catching the attention of the staff, Gryffindors and a few Slytherins.

"Yeah…she should realize it any se-," Harry stopped as he heard his name.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOU EVIL SELF-ABSORBED PIG!" Karista screamed from the entrance hall. Harry, now rolling on the floor with laughter amid the stares from the tables, looked up to see Karista's grand entrance.

Her hair, once a long dark blonde color, was now fire red and cropped an inch from her head. Her ears were now pointed much like an elf. Harry, Sirius and Remus, as well as the rest of the tables couldn't control their laughter as she paved her way towards Harry.

He controlled himself enough to get up from the floor and run around to Ron's side of the table.

"You think you can get away from me? Huh? Why else do you think that I play sports?" Karista bellowed, causing the Gryffindors to laugh harder. The staff, although seemingly quite controlled, were giggling into their hands and goblets. "Payback is a hard one, Harry!"

She flopped into the chair across from Hermione who was also laughing and began ladling porridge into a bowl. The laughter quieted down along with Karista's temper and Harry sat down next to her.

"Sorry. It was all in good-return-to-school humor," Harry said matter-of-factly, his eyes wandering to Sirius who was no where in sight. Remus meanwhile was looking at the floor and laughing hysterically.

"Your Godfather is having a good time I think," Karista grumbled, running her hands through her hair. "How did you do it?"

"Well, Sirius was my helper and we…er…cast a few 'charms'. Sirius said they wear off in a few hours…or days," Harry mumbled, not meeting Karista's eyes.

"DAYS? BOTH OF YOU ARE FRENCH TOAST, YOU HEAR?" Karista screamed, her face contorting into a mixture of anger and amusement.

Harry shook his head and began to eat his toast once more. Sirius had regained his composure at the head of the table, yet when he looked at Harry, he began to laugh even harder while pointing his finger at him.

"What?" Harry asked Ron, who was now staring at him.

"Nice hair there, Harry," Hermione giggled as Ron started laughing. Harry picked up a spoon on the table and looked at his reflection. His hair, once a jet-black mess was now bright orange and slicked back. He couldn't help but nearly scream in terror at himself.

"That's the name of the game, Harry," Karista murmured into his ear as she started giggling. Harry faced her, a wide mischievous smile on his face as he and Karista pulled into another huddle.

"I say we get Sirius back," Karista said triumphantly as she ran her hand through her hair.

"What do you suggest?"

Karista sat in thought as the Hall flared with laughter, which as soon as it had come, disappeared.

"Devil horns…bright pink devil horns," she said thoughtfully. "I think the charm is something like diabolus horrificus."

Harry and Karista resurfaced above the table amidst reproving stares. Ron and Hermione glanced at them curiously while Harry drew his wand.

"Ready?" He asked, watching as Karista pulled out a stick from her robes (A/N: Dumbledore had asked her to pick a stick off the ground to use in place of a wand so that her 'secret' would be kept)

"Ready," Karista answered back heartily, waving her stick in the air and muttering the enchantment. Harry followed suit and they watched as large, pink colored devil horns sprouted on Sirius' head. Remus, who had been talking animatedly to Sirius about something, stopped mid sentence and began to laugh uncontrollably.

Karista and Harry rose from the table and jogged merrily out of the hall before Sirius could retaliate.