A/N: Okay, This chapter is about April first. Yes, another holiday, another card. I realize that I skipped Easter holiday. Here is a short summary;

Sirius, James, Remus and Peter did homework. The end.

There you go! See, they had a lot of fun!

Anyway, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been packing. I am going to be away June 30th-July something, I think the 24th. The French in this chapter was added by a robot called smarterChild, who has a brilliant translator.

A/N2: As I was reading the wide window, a dreadfully delightful book by Lemony Snicket, I came across a fact that I have been making an error. I would do something like it's, that means it is, and that wasn't what I meant, so now I know it's just its. Understand?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'the dreamers dictionary'. Well, I do, but not the rights to it! Ten bucks at hot topic.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: PRANKSTERS GET PRANKED

Sirius woke up on the sunny April first to notice that there was a card already on his bed stand. Not only that, but James was staring at it like a child staring at a rather expensive toy he couldn't have.

"I guess I got another one." Sirius said, sitting up and yawning. James snapped out of his card-staring trance.

"Wha- oh yeah. You are so lucky mate. I can't believe that one girl likes you enough to sneak up here in the middle of the night just to give you a card with a weird song in it. I can admit that I am green with envy." James said, holding his own to keep one tone.

Sirius didn't pay attention to James's last comment. He knew before he talked in his sleep. He closed his eyes hard, trying to concentrate. What did he dream about last night? After a minute he remembered something- oh wait; now he remembered. He just dreamed about the lord of the rings again. Last time he fell asleep reading. A sword stuck out in his mind however.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Open it!" James said, handing Sirius the card.

Sirius opened it, and the song came out;

Light fails at dawn The moon is gone And deadly the night reigns

Deceit

Finally I've found myself In these lands Horror and madness I've seen here For what I became a king of the lost? Barren and lifeless the land lies

Lord of all Noldor A star in the night And a bearer of hope He rides into his glorious battle alone Farewell to the valiant warlord

The Fate of us all Lies deep in the dark When time stands still at the iron hill

I stand alone No one's by my side I'll dare you Come out You coward Now it's me or you

He gleams like a star And the sound of his horn's Like a raging storm Proudly the high lord Challenges the doom Lord of slaves he cries

Slowly in fear The dark lord appears Welcome to my lands You shall be damned

Lord of all Noldor A star in the night And a bearer of hope He rides into his glorious battle alone Farewell to the valiant warlord

The Fate of us all Lies deep in the dark When time stands still at the iron hill

The iron crowned Is getting closer Swings his hammer Down on him Like a thunderstorm He's crushing Down the Noldor's Proudest king

Under my foot So hopeless it seems You've troubled my day Now feel the pain

Lord of all Noldor A star in the night And a bearer of hope He rides into his glorious battle alone Farewell to the valiant warlord

The Fate of us all Lies deep in the dark When time stands still at the iron hill

The Elvenking's broken He stumbles and falls The most proud and most valiant His spirit survives Praise our king Praise our king Praise our king Praise our king

"Another from the Lord of the rings vault." Remus said, waking up halfway through the song.

"What, does she think I am a Lord of the rings fanatic or something?"

"How do you know it's a girl?" James said jokingly.

"Ugh, please horrible mental images." Sirius rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

Remus smiled.

"I narrowed our search to about thirty five girls." Remus said, picking up the card to examine it.

Sirius stared at him.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously Sirius. Oh wait! No, no pun intended whatsoever!" Remus blushed for a second, than continued, "I mean, even if someone from another house had a house elf bring it up here, it would have been late at night. Due to the dust coverage on this card, I think I have a right to say it was someone from our own house."

"Not only are we Mr. Dictionary, but now we are Sherlock Holmes?" James said, laughing.

"Alright than, sorry for helping you narrow your search." Remus said, throwing the card at him, which opened and boomed the song out again.

The foursome of boys walked down to the common room. Sirius was telling James about his dream.

"Okay, I knew it had something to do with a duel or something, because when I try to think about it, all that comes to mind is a sword. Because-"

"If the blade was dirty or rusty, see your doctor. If clean and shiny, it indicates helpful new friends."

"In what world Sora?"

"In 'the dreamers dictionary'. I borrowed it from a third year Goth girl. She actually wanted me to look up something on swords. Funny isn't it?" She was about to walk away when Remus stopped her.

"Which girl?"

"Now, if I told you that, it would ruin the fun of your little chase." Sora said, waving a careless hand and walking from the common room.

"Prank her?" Remus asked them.

"Prank her." They agreed.

They sat down, deciding what to do for their prank. It winded up being a very long talk, for they were sure that a lot of them would be figured out by Sora.

"How about we make quills chase her around all day?" James suggested.

"No, that's too obvious. We could make Snape follow her around all day." said Sirius.

Remus shook his head. "We're trying to prank her, not send her to a mental institution."

"I think it's a good idea. Yet how do we do it?" Sirius pondered.

They thought for a few minutes. All the while realizing that they had class that day and hurried out of the common room to their potions class.

"The infamous four decided to join us eh? We were just learning to make poison." Zade said laughing as they walked in. Sirius grinned apologetically.

"Sorry sir, we were talking and lost track of time." Sirius said as they took their seats.

"No worries. Now let me continue. The poison we are making is called Ambrosia. Ambrosia is said to be the drink of the gods. If you want to find a way to die, the best way to do it is to drink Ambrosia."

Everyone continued on their potions. After a half hour Sirius and Remus finished theirs.

"Finished Remus? Sirius? Great, who wants to test it?"

"Are you joking sir? This is poison after all." Sirius said, raising a flagon to his nose to smell it. It actually smelled very...what was the word for it? Fruity.

Sirius took a sip of it, and than drank the whole flagon. Almost everyone screamed. Zade laughed.

"Well done Sirius! Did it taste very good?"

"Yes sir, it was very good indeed. Next time I am going to spike it though." Sirius smiled than fell limp to the floor.

Remus, James and Peter stared at everyone around them. Was Zade nuts?

Sirius opened one eye while he was on the floor, trying his best not to laugh at all the shocked faces around him. Remus had wide eyes, Peter was wailing, James was staring at Zade, Lily was crying to with one of her friends, another girl was whispering urgently to her friend, Sora was sipping from her own flagon, watching with an amused face, and all the other kids just had around the same shocked looks.

Zade put a hand to Sirius and Sirius took it. Zade helped him up and the two chorused 'APRIL FOOLS!!!!' to the class. Most found it very funny. The one's who cried just let out tears of joy.

James and Remus took turns slapping Sirius across the face. Than the three laughed about it.

"It's just Pomegranate juice. Funny how you can make it without using any Pomegranate's at all." Zade laughed along with a few other kids.

"How did you know Sirius, and how come you didn't tell us?" James asked.

"Ummm, because Professor Zade and I had a talk before class." Sirius answered honestly.

After class the three walked to transfiguration quietly. This was mostly because they were still tying to think up pranks to do on students.

"There will be no pranks done in my class while I am at this school. This will hopefully be a long time." McGonagall said as she handed out rats they had to transfigure into tea cups.

Sirius, James and Remus did it almost immediately. Peter had managed to turn his rat into a- larger rat.

"PETTIGREW! What do I have to do to make you understand?! You do not hit the rat with your wand as if you were beating it; you twirl it five times and than you lightly flick it downwards!" McGonagall said, slightly harassed and walked off.

Sirius, James and Remus sighed.

"Peter vous tes un moron foutu." Sirius said, sighing sadly.

"O avez-vous appris Sirius franais?" James asked Sirius

"Combien de fois est-ce que je dois vous dire pour ne pas remettre en cause l'esprit d'un James noir? Et est-ce que, o je pourrais demander vous ai appris le franais?" Sirius told James.

"What are they going on about?" Peter asked Remus.

"Well, I don't know where the hell they learned French, but Sirius called you a moron and than something I would rather not say, than James I believe asked where he learned French, than Sirius wouldn't answer, but than asked where James learned it." Remus answered wisely.

"Oui." James and Sirius said together, which I don't need to say meant yes.

"Oh, I understand now." Peter said, not understanding.

After class they went to lunch, worried about the fact that they could not think of any pranks. They at their roast beef and soup quietly, thinking hard.

"I know! We could tie a bucket of pig's blood above the portrait hole and the first person to open it- wham!" Sirius made a 'wham!' noise with his hands.

"That's such a cliché Sirius."

"Cliché? Do you speak French to Remus?" James asked.

"No, A trite or overused expression or idea: "Even while the phrase was degenerating to cliché in ordinary public use . . . scholars were giving it increasing attention" 2. A person or character whose behavior is predictable or superficial: "There is a young explorer . . . who turns out not to be quite the cliché expected" Remus said glossily.

"Thank you Mr. Dictionary. I know it's not original but" At this point Sirius let out a loud burst of laughter. James did at the same time. The four boy's skin were half silver and half green, something a lunatic fan might do at a football game. However, the four thought it was just the other three boys until they told each other. They stopped laughing and ran to the common room.

The kids inside that had not went to lunch roared with laughter when they saw them and if they were not this colorful, they would have been blushing red.

"WHO PUT THE POTION IN OUR SOUP?!" The four yelled at the same time. Everyone answered with a louder burst of laughter. They ran upstairs and tried to wash it off, but it wouldn't come off. They tried to magic it off, but their skin just stayed, if not more so, silver and green.

Their last resort was to go to a teacher. Hopefully one of them would have an answer.

"I'm sorry boys, but I do not know how to do this, speak with your potion's master." McGonagall said to them when they entered the teachers lounge.

"Oh boy, I have seen this potion before. Yet unfortunately the cure involves using the makers' blood. So sorry, but I can not help." Zade didn't really look sorry, he looked a bit amused.

The boys trudged back to their dormitory, getting loud shouts of laughter from everyone they passed on their way there.

Once inside they saw a small crystal vial lying on Sirius' bed.

"Oh, looks like the potion maker likes you." James said annoyed. Sirius picked up the crystal bottle and noticed the contents inside were a red colour.

"Do you think Zade was joking when he said that they had to use their blood for such a stupid potion?" Sirius asked.

"I don't think so; it seems as if this was a potion you could make from a zonkos book." Remus said, studying his own skin.

"Well, bottoms up. I have no idea what that means but oh well." Sirius downed the bottle and soon, not only did his skin turn to normal, but every one else's did to.

"Bottoms up is an expression used because when you down a drink, the bottom of the bottle is-"

"Did we ask for an explanation Remus?"
A/N: Okay, so that was chapter eleven, I will try and write a really long chapter next time, to make up for my month's absence next month.