Haya er-e-bod-e!
How ya doin'?
I'm grand.
Well here is the chap you've been waiting for ladies and not so gentle men!
Is gonna be nuts...not your nuts mine!
Oh go read the fucking chapter.
Harry:
I had sent Fred and George a pleading invitation knowing that they would never forsake their best investor and went out to watch the show. I had woken that morning to the most sickening smell (I had known just what to expect but I didn't think it would be that bad) I had ever had the misfortune of smelling. It was a clear sigh that the chaos was only beginning ...the smell that can only be made by the horrifying mixture of powdered milk and a clammy bed.
"its called stanking... You sneak in while they are sleeping and pour some under the covers...when you sweat in your bed it turns into normal milk and then goes sour and soaks into your pore...smells horrible...lasts for ages"
I was completely immune to all pranks; no smelliness, no booby traps, nothing...very incriminating, but still greatly appreciated. As I left the dorms I saw with great anticipation the havoc that had been promised. Let me sum it up for you quickly...
Anteaking:
Another nighttime prank where you through flour on people and they wake up looking like an, an teak.
Swash buckling:
When you belt someone's arms to their sides...very funny.
T.P.ing:
I think we are all quiet familiar with this one...
The common room was already in ruins people were waddling around white as snow from their shoulders up trying infectively to remove their swashbuckling. Toilet paper hung from the corners or everything, some of it seemed to have been stuck there with magic. When I walked into the room Hermione and Ron were at my side in seconds, I removed their bindings and explained the reason they were there. Ron laughed in a good-natured way while Hermione stood with her usual disapproving stare.
After we freed the rest of our house, I walked to the mushroom portal of the 'Moose Den', pressed my hand against the largest of the mushrooms poke-a-dots saying my name clearly and just as Desire had told me it would, the fire sprang to life revealing the passage.
"Wake us up when it starts Harry man...we are going to be out...we'll set up the door so you can get in..."
I opened the little wooden door at the end of the short felt covered tube I was crawling through and then slid through the curtains at the other side. Packey was sleeping with her head hanging slightly off the couch, her legs were rested on the arm of the chair and a little line of dribble was drying on her cheek. Desire was sitting on her favorite beanbag a cigarette still smoldering in her figure tips, the way slumped slightly to the side mumbling incoherently.
I saw them like this and who could resist a little pay back? So with only moments to come up with something I settled on the one night time prank they had discarded, Sandwiching...I literally cling wrapped them to their chosen resting spots...
When I had finished I grabbed a bottle rocket that lay forgotten on the floor tied it to the ceiling fan and lit it with my wand, then I sat down on the love seat across from them to watch...Five, four, three, two...one...
With a screech the rocket lit still whirling on the fan spraying magical sparks everywhere. Desire was the first to react, she leapt up, and the bean bag still firmly attached to her back threw her off balance a she toppled face first into the floor and lay there tense as if waiting for something else to happen, Packey wasn't far behind she made it about half a foot off the sofa only to be slammed back down.
"DESIRE!!! YOU FUCKING PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T MESS WITH ME THIS TIME!!!" she hollered her face turning red as she wriggled. The firework died out and Desire's shoulders slacked. Then a muffled giggling rose from where she lay on the floor. "DESIRE ITS NOT FUNNY YOU'RE A BITCH AND I'M NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!!!" Packey squealed. Desire rolled quiet suddenly onto her back the sleeping bag back underneath her.
"Oh shut your hole Pack...it wasn't me...it seems we are rubbing off on little Harold here..." she looked up at me a mysterious sparkle in her eyes.
Packey's head snapped over to look at me "YOOOU!!!" she squealed "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?!" she started wriggling again "WE DIDN'T EVEN PRANK YOU!!!"
Desire and I both laughed "well" I answered pulling out my wand to untie them both so they wouldn't miss the scene out side "It was such a good prank I couldn't let it go to waist..."
Desire laughed again and Packey smiled sheepishly "it was good wasn't it?"
"Yes Packey you did good..." Desire patted her on the head before magically changing their cloths and leading the way out the mushroom.
Desire:
There is nothing better than the smell of general discord in the morning, and to day there was plenty of it. I led the way down the stares carefully warning the other two mischief-makers behind me of any trap we had set.
We reached the bottom of the stare case to see the 'new carpet' I'd given the school last night by planting crest seeds all over the floor and growing them magically into a bushy foot deep garden. People stood in lines for the bathrooms which hand been temporarily closed because the water had been made into jello and if you happened to look out of the window you would see rolled up chocolate bars and toilet paper floating in the lake. "My, my you two were busy last night..." Harry looked around a smile plastered on his face...I was glad he didn't look so sad anymore.
"Ya" I replied "You helped" He nodded remembering his contributions last night and his smile grew into a grin "Your father would be proud."
He froze; his eyes glued to me wide and unblinking "What? You...you know...how do you know my dad?"
"That is a story for another time Harry" I would tell him everything one day but not now, I gave him a pointed look and he seemed to understand "Common homies...time to get our eat on..."
Harry:
She knew who my dad was? She knew about the Marauders? HOW?!?!
I missed a lot of what was happening until we reached the entrance hall and Fred and George finally showed up.
"Harry dearest!" Fred called lifting me into a tight hug then shacking my hand and patting me on the back.
"Simply corking to see you old chap!!!" George said doing the same.
"My this is impressive...why Harry I didn't think you were the type!!!" Fred spoke next holding his arms out in amazement at the chaos around him.
Desire huffed in indignation "What do you MEAN wasn't the type? Harry here is the son of a member of the greatest group of pranksters known to Hogwarts..." I looked up ready to stop her but I didn't have a chance it was far to late.
"Who?" George and Fred asked at the same time.
Desire "Why, James Potter! Nick named Prongs, for his illegal stag animagous form." She smiled "Didn't you know?"
Fred and George's jaws were on the floor "Harry! Is this true?!" George asked unsure.
"Ya", I mumbled, "Sirius was Pad foot cause he's a dog, Peter Pentigrew is Worm tail cause he is a rat, Remus is Moony cause he is a Werewolf and my dad was Prongs...they learned to be animagi so they could hang out with Lupin on the full moon..." I sighed and looked up at the two starry eyed boys.
"You mean to tell me... all this time... we were friends with...the marauders?" Fred asked in awe. I nodded. They went absolutely ballistic half yelling at me for never telling them and half gazing at me in wonderment and going on about what they were going to do to Lupin.
After things had calmed a bit with the twins we all waked together into the great hall chattering merrily about how Desire and I had snuck into McGonagall's chambers and put food coloring into the water reservoir of her steam iron. We sat together with Ron and Hermione who were happily surprised to see Fred and George.
Breakfast was another amusing event, nothing was sacred. Salt caps removed, teabags that made your cup froth everywhere, Coffee cake cooked with pot, and much, much more. I had to slap George's hand away from the chocolate cupcakes in the middle of the table "careful, the ones with red sprinkles have chocolate ex-lax in the frosting."
He laughed and grabbed a sprinkle-less cupcake "Cheers Harry..."
The laughter was suddenly broken when the doors flew open with a bang and Draco Malfoy Stormed into the room...but not just any Malfoy...a bald, blue, smelly, angry Malfoy.
"YOU!!!" he screamed a finger pointed at Desire as he screeched "I KNOW YOU DID THIS TO...WHAT DID YOU...FIX IT...I SWEAR I'LL-" he stormed up to her as she came back from talking to Dumbledore.
"What are YOU on about Ferret?" She barked, her eyes shinnying maliciously.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT AM I ON ABOUT??? THIS GOD DANM YOU!!!!" He bellowed pointing at his head.
"Oh grow a sense of humor...Hee Hee...Mr. Clean..." she laughed pointing at his head "you look like a smurf!"
"Shut your face slut..." Draco growled pulling his wand out and pointing it in her face.
She moved like lightning, it less than a second she had him backed against the wall, her tiny hand rapped tightly around his pail neck. Her voice was soft and cold as she verbally molested his mind without mercy "Mr. Malfoy do you think that just because your daddy is a big bad death eater you can go waving that thing around like you own the world? Well guess what? You can't...you better fix up asshole because if I see you messing around like this again I'll shove my foot so far up your little tight white ass it'll come out your mouth and you'll be pooin' shoes until Christmas. Got it?"
Draco looked scared as hell but he still looked up at her and whispered, "When I tell my father he-"
"Won't do shit all...Draco do you have any idea who I am?" She lowered her head to his ear and whispered something I couldn't hear.
"DESIRE! DON'T YOU DARE!!!" Dumbledore stood up to end the fight the teachers had been to shocked to stop themselves, but it was too late whatever he was telling her not to say she had already said it now. When she pulled away from Draco he was snow white and wide-eyed.
"Tell your daddy that Draco...sleep tight" She walked head raised to Dumbledore and dropped Draco's wand into his orange juice "Let him come for me Mr. D. I'm ready for him..."
Dumbledore sighed, "you're being foolish...fine let it be on your own neck, I wash my hands of it Desire"
Draco stood from where he had sunk to the floor after being released, walked towards the entrance hall and grabbed an umbrella from a stand by the door, to get past Peeves who was still joining the festivities by tossing water balloons, but when he opened it he was showered in itching powder and confetti. A few people laughed but most just starred. Desire walked up and with a swing of her hand she hand created a shield around her self and walked from the hall leaving a terrified Malfoy in her wake.
Packey sat next to me her eyes filled with fear "Desire" she whispered "no...what have you done..."
Desire:
"I AM DONE HIDING TOM!" my voice going horse as I screamed my promise to the sky. I stood in the middle of the Ten-foot tall letter D that was the first of my initials, which had been drawn into the lawn above Packey's in pure nicotine.
DR
&
PD
BFF
DR...Desire Riddle...my name...was given to me by that man. My heart ached with disgust. Let him come for me Mr. D. I'm ready for him. No I'm not. I can't face him; I would die if I tried...only Harry can take that sick bastard down...all I can do is help.
"Desire..." I turned to see Packey standing on the P just behind me. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at me "things aren't going to be alright are they?"
I Opened my wings and gave her a hard look "No Packey...things will never be ok...not for us" With that I left her standing on the ground her head bowed in sadness, as I flew into the air and caught a thermal over the forest.
Harry:
After Packey ran after Desire, I snuck slowly from the school watching quietly as they spoke.
Desire stood with huge feathery wings sprouted from her back "No Packey...things will never be ok...not for us" she IS and angel! With a swoop of her wings she was gone, high into the air and out over the forest.
Packey's head dropped in a way that seemed so wrong, so unlike her it sent a chill down my spine. What was happening? What had Desire said to Draco? With all these questions spinning inside my head I watched as Packey rubbed brutally at her cheeks to ride them of her tears and waked back into the school with a numb look on her face.
By the time she was gone I had made up my mind and called for my broom. It was time to get some answers. I mounted my broom and was over the forest in seconds. It was strange; I hadn't even considered how I was going to find her, or even where to look. I didn't have to, I just knew.
She had followed a thermal as far as it would take her and then settled down on a rock at the edge of a feeble creek deep in the heart of the forbidden forest. I watched her sit there; her shinning locks of golden hair fanning out to shield her face.
"I can see you there, Harry," She pointed out startling me with her sudden breaking of the silence. "Come here and sit with me."
I walked over to her, some how the closer I got to the feather winged girl the brighter and more surreal the world seemed to become. I felt as though being so close to her out here alone was getting me high. She turned her tear-streaked face away from the tinkling stream and stared up at me with those big brown almond shaped eyes of hers. "Guess I went a little too far with Mr. Malfoy hu?" she whispered, finally breaking her gaze from mine so she could look at the ground.
"No" I smiled trying to comfort her without even thinking about why I was doing it "there is no such thing as to far when it comes to pranking a Malfoy." She laughed lightly, sending a wave of musical giggles into the air that warmed my soul.
"Harry there is no use beating around the bush...I know why you're here..." she closed her eyes and sighed but when she looked back up at me her expression was stony and shielded "so I beg you...ask me your questions and I will answer if I can..."
She caught me off guard, yet again but I was quick to snap out of my shock, so I wouldn't miss this open opportunity to find the truth. "Ok," I hummed thinking carefully about my first question.
Desire:
I knew what he was going to ask sooner or later I was going to have to tell him what I told Malfoy. I just wish I had gotten to know him for more than two days first.
He opened his mouth to speak then closed it again as if he wasn't quiet sure how to ask what ever it was he was thinking, "don't worry..." I smiled "no mind games this time...I-" I paused. Something wasn't right; I couldn't feel Dumbledore's wards anymore. How long have I had Harry out of the wards? My heartbeat quickened, they probably already know we are here.
"Desire? Are you ok?" Harry asked leaning forward slightly with a glazed looking eyes "is something wrong?"
"Yes Harry something's wrong... will you stop looking at me like that?" He looked a little shocked but my blunt snapping didn't seem to faze him much.
"What's up?" He asked, looking around as if he expected some one to be standing right behind him.
A familiar smell crept through my senses, but I couldn't match it with a face "We're out side the wards buddy... and some one has found us..."