"Do you have it?" Virginia Weasley (or Nia as he liked to be called by her friends) asked eagerly, as she sat crossed legged in front of the Griffyndor Common Room's large hearth.

" 'Course I do!" Nia's best friend, Alec, replied as he handed her a leather bound book and a quill.

Nia thumbed through the Book of Good Hearted Fun looking at all the past entries. The first page said in the familiar curly script of Albus Dombledor

"Those who know rules are for the breaking

And fun and joy are for the taking

Write your feats in this fine book

And read of others as you look

Please write your prank in fine detail

And perhaps you to will prevail

To be the best in our lot

Even after we've all rot

But be warned, oh comic soul!

That those who lie must pay the toll

So speak only of the truth

Or you shall sprout a pointy tooth!"

Nia looked down fondly at the book that had fallen into her hands one day while she was exploring the library. Many great pranksters of many generations had written their amazing pranks in the large volume, the list could go on forever...Siris Black, Mundungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg, even Harry's parents, James Potter and Lily Evans.

Some pranks could never be duplicated, never to be tried again. Each and every one of the people in the Book would try to break the all time pranking record. 1,000 pranks in a little less than three years (the Book would only work for those in 5th year and above) set by James Potter, Lily Evans, and Sirius Black.

Nia's brothers Fred and George tried to break it but they stopped at 823 when Molly Wesley died. Nia and Alec had already done 546 pranks in her 5th year when she first found the book. That left her two more years to pull 455 pranks (she needed 1001 to break the record). Easy as pie right? Wrong.

Between schoolwork, her job, her band, and Quidditch she had very little time to pull pranks.

And even less time for any sort of love life.

This thought made Nia a little depressed. She shrugged off the feeling and opened the book to a fresh page. She lifted up her quill and wrote:

Virginia Weasley (with help from Alec Avis)

Date: September 1

Location: Hogwarts Express

Victim: Harry Potter

Details: Harry Potter made fun of my taste in music, so I died his hair pink and gave him bunny ears and a tail.

Points taken from House: None

Punishment: Had to apologize to Harry Potter.

Prank number: 546

"Got any other pranks planned?" Alec asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Nia replied.

"I think you're obsessed. You have no life! You need a boyfriend." Alec said sternly, and then seeing the hurt look on Nia's face he asked. "What's bothering you?"

Nia opened her mouth to brush him off but instead the whole story of her adventures on the Hogwarts Express came spilling out.

"Okay, so Malfoys a mage, he got hit hard enough to get his nose broken, he didn't recognize you, and this is making you depressed why?" Alec summed up the story pretty well.

"Because…because…Malfoy has silver eyes!" Nia blurted out finally.

Alec's mouth opened and formed a perfect red 'O'.

"So you think Draco Malfoy is the mystery guy you keep having visions about and your worried how your gonna get him to save the world with you?" Alec was referring to the strange dreams that plagued Nia all summer long.

She dreamt of a boy with silver eyes saying "I need your help, help me please." and then saying something in Latin which turned out to mean "They universe lies in our hands and our touching lips."

All and all, Nia's summer had been, in one word, weird.

"Well," Alec said in a motherly voice "You'll figure out what your dream means when it comes."

"Yeah I guess so," Nia said still worried.

"When's our next gig?" Alec asked, changing the subject.

"Saturday, at the Dragon's Lair." Nia said without much enthusiasm.

She was talking about their band, Death Curse, Nia played guitar, drums, bass, and piano. She also sang lead vocals. Alec played the same array of instruments and did vocals for some songs.

"Does Jordan know about it?" Alec asked. Jordan was their drummer, most of the time.

"Uh-huh." Nia said, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

Just then Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in talking animatedly about something. When they spotted Nia they walked over hurriedly and sat down in the remaining chairs.

"Hello Ginny!" Hermione said happily.

"Call me Nia please." How many times did she have to remind these three? Everyone else seemed to understand that Nia hated the way Ginny sounded.

"Excellent die job, by the way. I think pink was a very becoming color on Harry." Ron said, equally happy.

Harry scowled unhappily.

"Aw, come on Harry, no hard feelings, right?" Nia said in a cheerier voice.

"Yeah, I guess that was pretty funny." Harry admitted with a small smile.

"Sorry I lost my temper."

"Its okay, I think we can call it even." Nia said, the turning to the other two.

"So are you guys coming Saturday?" To this question Nia got three separate answers.

"Yeah, sure." From Harry.

"If I finish my homework." From Hermione.

"As If I don't hear you playing enough at home." From Ron.

"Excellent!" Alec and Nia said at the same time. They look at each other and smiled. Nia stretched and yawned.

"Time to hit the hay. See ya'll tomorrow." Nia said tiredly.

"Bye!" Everyone called to her retreating back

x*x

"Are you going tonight? I heard the band is totally kick-ass." Blaise asked excitedly.

He was the most morbid person Draco knew, except when he was talking about music.

"Yeah, they'd have to be to play at the Dragon's Lair." Goyle said, equally excited.

Although Crabbe and Goyle look like total idiots, they had a good taste in music, and they designed really good video games. Draco was thinking about a game Crabbe designed, one where you're a knight who brings people back from the dead, when he remembered that he had a combat training class. Combat training was mandatory for all Order of the Phoenix members.

"Sounds great, meet me in the common room at ten o'clock!" Draco called over his shoulder, as he rushed to get to the hidden workout room, somewhere deep inside the castle.

Ten o'clock rolled around and Draco walked down stairs into the Slytherin common room, talking with Blaise about the Placebo CD that they listen to obsessively.

Draco looked, per usual, completely hot, if you asked any girl with hormones. He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and black and blue Led Zeppelin T-shirt that he picked up in America. His hair, which had been slicked back for the first decade of his life, was now stylishly spiked and the tips were dyed a semi-permanent blue color. His new style was a his own way of saying a loud "Fuck You" to his father.

Blaise was dressed in head to toe black, his black hair hanging in a curtain around his face.

Goyle's mohawk was sticking straight up and his clothes were slightly wrinkled. Crabbe looked almost identical.

Pansy was wearing a red mini and a black toob top. Her hair was pulled back into a standerd ponytail. She looked a little miserable about something. Draco suspected it was because Blaise hadn't complemented her on her outfit. Only Draco and Blaise knew why Blaise didn't complement girls.

They all lined up in front of the fireplace with a handful of floo powder in their fists.

Draco shot a mean look to one of the second years sitting near the fire.

"Not a word to anyone, or you'll regret it." Draco said menacingly. The little boy gulped and nodded.

"M-My lips are sealed." The boy stammered.

This caused Pansy to remember a song (almost everything caused Pansy to remember a song.)

"This reminds me of a song!" Pansy announced happily. She stared to sing.

"It doesn't matter what they say! In these jealous games people play. Hey hey hey. Our lips are sealed!"

"Okay Pansy, you go first then." Draco announced shoving Pansy into the fireplace. The last thing the heard was another rendition of "Our lips are sealed" before she spun away.

Draco was the last one into the fireplace.

"The Dragon's Liar!" Draco shouted, and the Common Room melted into a pool of swirling colors.

Draco landed with a thump into a big black room with violent purple lights making patterns on the dark walls. They landed right in front of the stage. People protested as they moved closer. The Dragons Lair was a huge place and it was completely packed with witches and wizards. The band stepped onto the stage and the crowd roared. Three people stepped were there stage.

The whole place was silent. A girl with flaming red hair stepped up the mike. She wore a pair of baggy camouflage pants with a gray T-shirt. The usual assortment of bracelets ran up and down her arms. Her hair was completely strait and was still blood red.

"Damn." Draco thought. Virginia Weasley was a rock star.

A/N Yay! Keep going people. Almost to the new chapter! Hahahaha. Woo!