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Harry dragged himself up and into the Great Hall. He hadn't gotten in trouble the night before. Sirius had just laughed and undone the spells, and Harry had gone to bed satisfied. Harry filled his plate, and was absentmindedly stabbing a sausage when a torrent of owls filled the room.
Hedwig landed next to him with a letter. Harry wondered who had owled him this early in the year, and didn't notice as Hedwig took off with the rest of his sausages. He unrolled the parchment and found a short, scrawled note:
This means war.
It was signed with a muddy paw-print. Harry looked up at Sirius. He was talking to Remus, and didn't seem to notice Harry's gaze. "Hallo, Harry!" said Ron, plopping down next to Harry, and filling his plate. "What's that?"
"Oh, a note, that's all." Ron took the note off the table, and looked it over.
"You're in for it, Harry. Sirius was a Marauder."
""So, I'm a Marauder's son. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve…" He was cut off when a curse hit him, and then a hex. "What was that for!?" said Harry. Girls all over the room were giggling and pointing.
A Ravenclaw girl cursed him, and Slytherin girl hexed him. Hermione came down, looked at him, and shook her head. "Harry, I may have to hex you, because you're such an idiot." He was about to respond to Hermione when he was hit with a curse from the Hufflepuff table. He stood up to make his way to Sirius. Harry had just left the table when he got hit with three curses and a hex.
Professor McGonagall had just walked up behind him. "Harry! Why in the world is there 'Curse me if I'm sexy, and hex me if I'm an idiot!' written on the back of your robes?"
"I don't see it, Professor," said Harry, confused.
"Hmm…It must be visible to females only. Who did this to you?"
"I have one suspect," said Harry, "but you won't be able to get him in trouble." Harry left before she could say anything else, and went straight to Sirius. "Fine."
"Fine, what?" asked Sirius innocently; too innocently.
"The war. I agree to it. Under one condition; no rules."
"Agreed." Sirius shook his hand, and Harry hurried back to his table. He already had his first idea, and conjured parchment, quill, and ink.
"What are you doing, Harry?" asked Ron.
"You'll see." He began writing. Ron looked over his shoulder and read:
Dearest Arabella,
I have a question I must ask you. My dear Arabella, will you marry me?
Yours forever,
Sirius
Ron's mouth fell open, and he began laughing. "C'mon, Ron," said Harry, "Let's go to the owlery, and then get to class."
That night at dinner a stray owl flew into the room. The owl headed straight for Sirius. Harry choked on his haggis (can't blame him, after all it is lamb's intestines), causing Ron to look up.
Sirius had just read the letter, and re-read it, and promptly fainted. This was not the reaction Harry had expected. Him to blow up, yes, curse Harry, yes, faint, no. The 'thud' had caused everyone's heads to turn, and everyone was now intently watching. "Ron, you don't think she…"
"I'm not sure, Harry…" Harry hurried up, and picked up the note.
Dearest Sirius,
Of course I will marry you. I'd love to marry you. I'll be coming to see you soon,
Arabella
Harry bust out laughing. He bent down to Sirius; comatose form, and started singing. "Sirius and Arabella sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first came love, here comes the marriage, and next there'll be a baby in the baby carriage!"
Sirius sat straight up. "Shut up." Harry began singing louder, and all the professors could now hear. "HARRY JA…" Harry began yelling the song so that the whole Great Hall could hear.
Sirius was chasing him around the Great Hall. "YOU DID THAT!!! YOU ASKED HER AND SHE ACCEPTED, YOU…"
"Ahh, but you agreed to no rules!" Sirius doubled his efforts to tackle his godson, and pulled out his wand, but right then Arabella walked into the Great Hall.
"Sirius!" Sirius quickly hid is wand behind his back, guiltily. Harry ran up to Arabella, and in front of the whole Great Hall, threw his arms around her.
"Hallo, Godmother-to-be!"
"Hello, Harry! I see you've heard the news…though, who wouldn't with that on Sirius' back!" Sirius immediately tried to see what in the world was on his back. He held up a mirror, and read, backwards, 'Arabella and I were kissing in a tree, and now we're getting married!' To make it worse, it was flashing in pink neon lights.
Sirius looked about to murder Harry, so Harry quickly changed the subject. "I bet you two have a lot to do, so, I'll leave you be." He dashed for the Gryffindor table before Sirius could object.
Once again, Harry got a letter in the morning. This one had no signature of any sort, and just said, 'Prepare for the worst'.
Harry, figuring that Sirius needed no warning, went on with his next prank. He envisioned a large bull's-eye on Sirius rear, and labeled it 'Snape's head'.
The next thing Harry knew, Sirius had left the teacher's table, and was hit by a dart. Sirius jumped, yelped, and pulled out the dart. "Who sent a dart at my butt!?"
A 7th year Gryffindor, whom Harry didn't recognize, stood up. "I wasn't aiming for your butt, but I did aim at Snape's head."
Remus had looked up at Sirius' proclamation, and was now trying desperately not to laugh. "Sirius, I seem to remember James doing that to you in the 5th year…or was it 6th…"
"Not the bull's-eye again?! Did you tell Harry about that?" asked Sirius.
"No, did you?" asked Remus.
"No…you had to!"
"I did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Sirius, he didn't," said Harry. "I found Dad's book of pranks."
"Those are used…come up with something original!" said Sirius, a bit miffed that he had fallen for the same prank, twice.
"Ahh…Harry…" said Ron.
"What Ron?"
"Your robes…are…umm…"
Harry looked down at his robes. They were covered in little pink flashing hearts. But, they weren't just pink flashing hearts, they were singing the valentine from Ginny that he had gotten a few years back. When he turned and looked at the back of his robes, he noticed a flashing arrow, which said; BUTT TO KICK, pointing downwards. There was also another sign, which said, 'I'M LOOKING FOR A GIRLFRIEND, WANNA BE MINE!?'
Harry rolled his eyes. "Sirius, you are soooo immature."
"Do you know how many times I was told that by your mother?"
"I don't want to know."
"You're right, you don't."
Three more days of pranks tore on. Harry had gotten set up with a Slytherin girl, and had dumped her when he found out. Sirius had gotten a surprise bath from Hagrid when he was in his dog form. Every time Harry opened his mouth he ended up burping, and every time Sirius opened his, he began singing 'A Whole New World'. Harry was stopped everywhere he walked, being asked for his autograph, and Sirius' dinner turned into dog food. Harry had hired Peeves to torture Sirius, and Peeves was doing an excellent job…from troll boogers to Mrs. Norris' dirty litter.
On the 5th day of the War, Sirius approached Harry. Simultaneously they said, "I propose a truce!"
"Okay," said Sirius, "you've proved that you're just as good as us at pranks. I'll leave you be now; don't be surprised at the occasionally friendly fire; Prongs."
Harry smiled at Sirius. "Deal, Padfoot. Hey, your going to be late, and…" Harry stopped and looked down at his ring. It was glowing a bright blue.
Okay, I'll leave it here. Sorry it's short. Really, truly, I'm sorry! Please R/R. I'm gonna run out of pranks for later, so if you have any suggestions tell me. I think that in the next chapter Harry will have to go on a mission…with a certain him?!?