Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: Any reviews are welcome, all flames are amusing. Now I shall go to the reviewers!!!
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Chapter 22
The next two weeks were filled with many pranks of revenge. Sirius had been the first victim in the prank war, and he had been quite the sight to see. The morning after the mall he had been seen running towards the Great Hall. Everyone was inside and eating when he burst through the doors. Walking rather oddly he had walked up to the headmaster, and whispered in his ear, all the while fidgeting where he stood. The next thing the Great Hall heard was a chomping noise, and then they saw Sirius' knees buckle and a whimper fall from his lips as he fell.
"Albus get if off me! This thing is posessed, and trying to eat me!"
Harry had jumped up to see what was the matter with his godfather when Severus' arm shot out and held him back. He turned and gave him a questioning look and Severus snickered "He will be fine, trust me on this Harry."
Albus had pulled Sirius behind the curtain he had conjured. The next thing everyone at the table heard was a gasp and then peals of laughter. "What is that, and why is it attached there?" he said between the giggles and snorts.
"Even as old as you are Albus, you should know what it is. As far as to why it is attached, well errrr I was kinda looking at it and it attached itself to me and began chomping down. Get it off me! I will need those someday!"
Albus wiped the tears from his eyes and began to try to pull the thing off, but all he got was screams from Sirius. "Dear God man have you no compassion. They do not stretch like that!"
"Well, it seems that I cannot remove it because I do not know the spell used to make it act so. Perhaps Minerva could conjure it into something a little less violent."
Sirius' face could not have been redder when Minerva was called around the curtain. Her shock was apparent as she almost fell out from fainting, Sirius thought. He soon realized that she was trying not to laugh as she looked at him. "It seems Mr. Black that you should chose your playthings a little more carefully, for it seems this one has turned on you in a most shocking manner."
"Just fix it before it am left without some parts."
Minerva flicked her wand and in the place of the violent thing sat a purple sock. Sirius snatched the sock off and came from behind the curtain. Pointing at Severus he spoke. "You... you shall pay for this slimeball."
"What are you talking about" Severus said placing a look of innocence upon his face. "It is not my fault if your play toys as they were turn on you. Perhaps though I shall sleep more soundly at night without hearing wheeeeeee coming form your room. Now I think Harry is done and we shall be departing for the potions room." Getting up Severus took a gaping Harry by the arm and lead him from the Great Hall.
Sirius was fuming and in pain. "This is not over Sevie. Revenge shall be sweet, and mine!"
Severus had waited for three days for some kind of retaliation, but when none came he did not let his guard down. He knew the mutt would try something, it was only a matter of when. He and Harry were about to have a light lunch in his private quarters. It was a nice time for them to catch up on simple things, and to just talk. Dobby appeared with a pop and seemed to be shaking, as he laid the tray down. Severus did not notice it, but Harry knew the elf and was worried. "Dobby is something wrong? Are you all right?"
"Dobby is fine Master Harry sir, Dobby shall be returning to the kitchen sirs, and will come back to fetch the plates when you are done." With a pop he was gone before Harry could question him further. Harry opened the lid to the plate sat in front of him and saw roast beef his favorite. His mouth watered and he grabbed his fork to dig in.
"Wait!" Severus yelled. "The elf acted funny, perhaps I should taste your food before you eat it" Harry shrugged, but he watched Severus taste his food and when Severus told him it seemed fine he dug in.
Severus was glancing at his own food with distaste. He however was starving, and since Harry's food had been fine he decided perhaps he was overreacting. Grabbing his fork he scooped up some mashed potatoes, and tasted them. They were quite good so he began to eat a little faster. He and Harry were discussing what Harry thought of his upcoming birthday when Severus' stomach did a flip flop. "Oh God," Severus cried before turning green literally.
"Dad what is it? Do you not feel well?" Harry said, concern written all over his face.
Severus tried to squash the huge amounts of vomit rising, but all he managed to do was make it come out of his nose. His dinner was now all over the table and Harry had jumped back to keep from being splashed. Severus continued to hurl over and over each time the vomit changing color. Harry was amazed that even though his dad was puking his guts up he could issue threats.
"Sirius..... you mangy mutt..... you shall pay for this..... I will" but that all ended in a brightly colored neon pink display of his breakfast.
Severus staggered from the room and headed down the second floor corridor. He began to knock furiously on Sirius' door and when he opened it he recieved a punch to the nose. "What is the meaning of this!" Sirius exclaimed holding his now bloody nose.
"You hurl bastardhurl I hate youhurl" Severus managed as he went to swing on the man again. There they both were covered in puke as Severus began bashing Sirius. Sirius knew he could not fight off the enraged Severus. Far be it from him to admit it, but Severus was a far better fighter than he. So he did the only thing that seemed to make sense he yelled for help. "Albus!, Hagrid! Minerva Help me! I am being attacked!"
What he heard next was relief to his ears, for it was the pounding of feet running in his direction. Albus and Minerva rounded the corner wands out ready to hex someone or something into the next century. What they found was two puke covered men rolling around on the floor.
"Stop this at once!" Dumbledore shouted. "You are both grown men and yet you are acting like children here."
Both of the men stood up and looked at the two who had come to Sirius' rescue. "Stay back" Minerva said pointing her wand at the two and saying a cleaning charm. Relived to not smell like puke again Sirius was about to close his door, when a hand shot out. "This is not over. You should have stayed locked in Azkaban, for that is where you belong."
Dumbledore and Minerva led the still green Severus away from the room, as Sirius stood mouth gaping open at the insult. Dumbledore tried to keep Severus at a distance in case he decided to puke again. "Severus as much as I love you like a son I do not wish for my robes to be hurled on." Severus was angry. He was upset that Black was even around, for all he did was cause mischief and undermine his progress with Harry. As Severus felt another wave of vomit creeping into his throat he grabbed Albus' hat off his head and promptly filled it with bright blue vomit. He then handed it back to Albus. "Sorry headmaster, but it is not your robes." he said as he staggered back to his room.
Albus Dumbledore stood in Hogwarts. Here he was one of the most powerful wizards in all the world, and yet he was holding a hat full of vomit. Sighing he scourfied his hat and then looking upon it in distaste he threw it in the trash. He hoped these pranks ended soon before someone was hurt, or before more of his clothing had to be thrown out.
