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Chapter 3- The prank

'I have a girlfriend.' Ron stated again, as he and Harry walked towards the Great Hall. 'How do I have a girlfriend?'

'I wouldn't be worrying about how if I were you.' Harry said, raising his eyebrows. 'I'd be worrying about who.'

The boys were silent as they found themselves seats, away from any listeners. A few girls further down the table, stared longingly at Harry and Ron.

'Any one of them could be my girlfriend.' Ron grinned, nodding at the girls. 'I wonder why you don't have a girlfriend. I supposed it's because you're a player.'

'I'm not a player.' Harry said, taking offense.

'In this world you are.' Ron said plainly, as food appeared on their plates. 'So what's your plan for today, oh mischievous leader?'

'I don't know.' Harry said. 'I don't have one. Maybe the other Harry was the leader and came up with pranks, but I don't.'

'Well you're going to have to think of something.' Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.

'Maybe the other Harry had already thought up a plan.' Harry thought to himself, and opened up his ruck sack, to find it filled up with things. It contained water balloons, dung bombs, fireworks, streamers, water guns, gunge, and assortment of other items. Ron looked in the bag, and grinned at Harry.

'I love the other Harry.'

The Marauders met after lunch by the lake, as planned. They all stretched out under a willow tree, as Harry explained his latest plan.

'How'd you like the sound of a prank, where both Snape and Filch get humiliated?' Harry asked coolly, getting more into character.

'Sounds great, Prongs.' Dean grinned, his trademark grin.

'Well this is how it goes.' Harry said, turning serious. 'Me and Ron come in from outside, our shoes coated with mud. We leave a nice trail of it as we walk through the entrance hall, and past Filch's cupboard. Filch will come out and have a right go at us, we'll apologize and leave. Then Filch will go to clean it up, and Seamus and Dean, you guys will pelt dung bombs at him from behind.'

'So then what?' Seams asked.

'Now this is the good part.' Harry grinned, menacingly. 'Before I tell you, we'd better go inside. We can't afford for anyone to hear this.'

It was an hour before dinner time, when all the preparations were in place. Harry and Ron stood silently in the Entrance Hall, so naturally everyone knew something was going on. People kept looking hesitantly in their general direction, and whispering to friends, smiling. A group of Ravenclaws even came over for a chat, but the boys gave nothing away.

Gradually dinner time called round, and the boys filed into the Great Hall. They didn't sit with Seamus and Dean, because they were currently attending other business. Harry and Ron instead, chose to sit with some 5th year Gryffindor girls. They ate dinner at a considerable pace, listening to the girls light conversation, and occasionally making a comment or two. The conversation gradually turned to be about Ron's girlfriend.

'She's really pretty.' A blonde girl said. 'One of the prettiest girls in the school.'

'I know.' A girl with amber eyes, sighed. 'I wish I had her looks.'

'And she's quite popular.' A third girl said. 'But she doesn't show off about it.'

'She's just one of those girls that you really want to hate, but can't help liking.' The blonde girl explained.

Ron was trying to pretend he wasn't listening to them converse about his said girlfriend, but his curiosity got the better of him.

'So you think I have good taste then?' He grinned.

'Yea, she's really nice.' A girl with chestnut hair said.

'And very good looking?' Ron asked, before Harry cut in.

People were starting to leave the Great Hall. They had to make their getaway soon.

'We really have to go R-Padfoot, mate.' Harry said. 'Nice chatting to you ladies.'

Harry grabbed the back of Ron's robes, and dragged him from the hall, and out the front door. The boys traipsed around in the mud for a while, before starting the plan.

The boys sauntered through the Entrance Hall, dragging their mud covered feet, and leaving a thick brown snail track. They slowed down as they passed Filch's cupboard, knowing that he would smell the soil any moment, and emerge from the shadows.

Right on cue, Filch's door swung open.

'What are you doing?' He shouted at them. 'You imbeciles! You careless dung beetles! Look what you've done to my floor!'

Ron suppressed laughter.

'Just wait till I get you.' Filch said, pointing a threatening finger at Harry and Ron. 'You'll be sorry! Detention for both of you. Why I never...'

The boys crept away, pretending to look sorry. As they passed a girl with gold hair standing outside the Entrance Hall, Harry passed her some silver coins, and Ron and Harry ran out of site.

Filch reappeared moments later, carrying a dirty mop with him. He began to mop up the terrible mess, when something hit his shoulder. It was a dungbomb. He could smell one a mile away. He looked around to find no guilty faces. Of course he wouldn't find any, as they were hiding under an invisibility cloak.

Another one hit his back, then another. Students were swamping the corridors, yet he couldn't find the culprit.

Then he felt half a dozen hit his back. Filch jumped round. Nobody was there. A few more hit his back. Nobody was there. People had started noticing Filch's strange behavior, and were silently laughing, and following him.

Then, as per the plan, Filch had the bright idea to walk backwards. He walked and walked, until he stepped into a large stream of slime. He slid backwards on his bottom, until he was sitting right outside the Great Hall.

All the students around him began to laugh, as he tried to stand up. He had almost succeeded, when two large pots of slime fell onto his head, followed by a pot of feathers.

Just that moment, the girl who had taken the money, ran out of the Great Hall, followed by none other than Snape.

'There it is!' The girl screamed, pointing at Filch, who was standing with his arms out in front of him, moaning like a zombie.

Snape screamed like a little girl, tripped over a suit of armor, and hit his head on the floor, knocking himself unconscious.

The surrounding area was filled with laughter, as Harry and Ron levitated themselves down from the ceiling, carrying the gunge buckets.

'That's all for today folks!' Harry announced, and Harry and Ron quickly evacuated the area.

They couldn't stop laughing when they met Seamus and Dean in the Hall.

'That was a classic, Prongs!' Dean cheered, with tears running down his face.

'Couldn't have put it better myself, Wormtail.' Seamus said, patting him on the back.

'That was nothing!' Harry exclaimed. 'This prank has given me an idea for an even better one!'

'Well that's enough excitement for tonight.' Ron grinned. 'Maybe tomorrow.'

'But Snape's face!' Seamus said.

'Priceless.' Dean sighed, with an angelic look.

'I think it went something like this.' Harry said, and mimicked Snape doing a girly scream, and running around like an idiot. He was about to do a dramatic faint, when someone bashed into him from behind.

'Watch it Potter.'

It was a girl with straight shoulder length red hair, and deep hazel eyes. She wore a white t-shirt, a denim skirt, boots, and a teasing grin. She raised her eyebrows at him, in a familiar way, and turned the corner without another word.

Dean and Seamus made wooing sounds, and Ron laughed along with them. Harry gave Ron a confused look, but Ron just shrugged his shoulders.

'Talk about attitude!' Seamus grinned, elbowing Harry in the ribs.

'Yea.' Dean agreed. 'I'm glad she's your sister, not mine, Potter.'

A/N: Ahhhhhhhh! Harry has a sister! The plot thickens... mwa ha ha... Now It's time for you to review. On your marks...Get set...Go!