Shitza: The autumn Holiday is finally here YAY! Finally I'll have days off, plus lots of time to write. Yet notice this, the chapters have all grown longer, but I'll try to post at least two this week. I'm hoping for review on this one, hehe.

This is going to be one of the funniest chapters ever. I know I didn't rank this a humorous, but still I must say I made this to an exception. You see, when you mix some new pranksters, with inner war, and Hogwarts. You do get an unexpected or expected result. I can insure you you'll like this, the normal rules stay. I don't own Harry Potter or anything book related. I don't own blaze, which is sad. I don't even own this computer, my mum's. I hope you like this and please review.

Also, if you think I'm getting to harsh on them, suppose everyone starts thinking something like that by now. I'm planning to let them take a break, right after this. Well, as much break I can allow.

Shitza

Ps: Blaze, I hope you don't feel to offended by this, but some things in this chapter are a bit out of control. Of course I made some good things for my favourite Marauder, but in the end, well... you'll read it anyway.

Chapter 18 The Pranking War

Not even a week had gone since they had returned to the castle and still things were more dreadful then usual. Not only had Voldemort attacked the castle twice but also now the heirs were going to war against the new Marauders. Even if o the heirs magically were stronger then the three younger wizards, they Marauders were more skilled in these matters, being the experienced ones. It would be a new war, only this time it was inside Hogwarts and loosing would just mean loosing your pride. But still it was just as important since loosing your pride would mean loosing the few things that made the castle look up at you. Life was hard enough as it was.

It would be a seven round war, divided so that they would one by one play a prank, the one who did the most damage would win. Making it seven would mean each of the heirs would have a round each, the marauders would have two since they were only three in all. The last one, the seventh round would be a three on three game. Making as much chaos as you possible could during one day. Neville had been the one to set the points, since the Hufflepuff stood on either way, he already knew the outcome anyway.

It was a gloomy Sunday to come, as the two pranking teams got dressed to make their matches. They both smiled once they reached the Entrance hall. Harry kept fingering on his wand, being the first one to compete.

(Prank number One: Breakfast Chaos)

It was a cold greeting they all received this morning, stepping inside the Great Hall. Harry didn't remove his hand from his pocket since he knew Blaze, his competitor. That Gryffindor was the crownless king of jokes and pranks. At least Fred and George had known not to cross a certain line, he surely didn't. The worse part was that he had a habit of making others look like the guilty ones.

The hall was unusually quiet, he wondered if it was a funeral or something. He laughed silently, he already knew the answers. About this time the whole school had to know, and it would be unusual for them not to know.

The other heirs kept alert against anything and they were especially suspicious this morning on mostly everything. They wondered what Blaze and the Creevey brothers had planned this time, they knew everything could be expected from them.

Everything seemed to become a normal breakfast and Harry slowly began making out the finer details of his prank. He didn't know that the Marauders were right in the middle of theirs. Well, it certainly doesn't look like so much of a prank if nothing happens but still you're in the middle of it. Then read this.

The day before, as soon as the Prank war had been declared, Blaze had hidden a dozen of bins full of tar and feathers up by the ceiling in the Great hall. The bins had been turned invisible, so that no one would wee them. As Harry was about to begin his, Voice Switch, which was kind of a random idea of Hermione, the pranksters left the hall. The Heirs stared at them confused, wondering why they hadn't done anything. On their way out the Marauders yet gave them a hint and pointed upwards. The Heirs all looked up, well except for Neville who performed a magical shield over himself. To late they all realised the marauders prank. The tar and feathers rained down all over them.

The students didn't know what hit them. Everything had started so calmly, and as the Marauders left, everyone sighed of relief. The real prank no one knew about began for them like a single little drop of tar, which landed on Pansy Parkinson's plate. A second later all the tar bins emptied, closely followed by the feathers. The staff stared at the scenery, but fortunately for them nothing happened. Indeed the Marauders had learnt their lesson and agreed to not prank the teachers. On the contrary, the students left the Great Hall that morning, dripping of tar, looking like mad chickens. The feathers indeed were yellow, to make the top of it all.

Harry left breakfast in a fool mood. He shouldn't have waited for so long, Blaze had even started this before the time they all had agreed to start. The heirs hadn't left unaffected. Like the students, they too had received from the rain. Cassandra performed a cleaning charm on herself removing most of the tar and feathers. Hermione and Draco splashed themselves with what must have been half the lake, in water. Soaked, but at least the dirt had left them, they went to dry themselves up in their dormitories. Ron and Harry went to the showers, Neville was unaffected in the beginning. But thinking of recent jealousy Cassandra too had drained him with the tar that had flowed down on her. Neville had to join the other two Gryffindors to the showers.

Score: Heirs-0 Marauders-1.

(Prank number Two: Sudden Surprises)

Next it would be Draco versus Dennis. It was around ten in the morning, the heirs and marauders sat outside enjoying the summer weather. The heirs had seated down by the great oak, their favourite place outside by the moment. Hermione and Cassandra seated down on two stones, Harry and Ron laid down on the grass. Neville sat down on a root, meditating. Draco leant over on the trunk, feeling the bark on his back. The marauders sat some yards away. They were discussing their next little win, Cassandra tried to get the answer from the next prank out of Draco, who simply smiled telling her he couldn't say, she would have to watch it. Over by the Marauders they seemed to have agreed on a prank they thought would be unbeatable. Dennis performed a Sonorus and shouted as high as he could, but it wasn't his voice... it was McGonagall's.

"Every student please head down to the lake immediately. No exceptions."

The school emptied at once looking confused yet everyone knew not to say against McGonagall. Over by the lake the Marauders had set a various supply of traps, which meant that as soon as all the students reached the lake, they found their feet glued to the ground. The heirs looked at Draco, he hadn't done a single thing to stop them.

Yet even if it looked like the Marauders had won the second round, Draco smiled. Originally it all had been his idea, but being the Master of telepathic communication, he had planted the idea into young Dennis mind. The poor boy never knew what hit him, for while the marauders were busy laughing, a giant wave erupted from the lake. The students were thrown from their feet into a giant whirlpool. Nothing was exactly dangerous, even if many of them thought they were going to die. The whirlpool ascended to form a tornado. The Marauders looked first horrified at the lake, then at Draco who grinned. He hadn't even lifted a finger, and worse he had used them to win the second round. The heirs clapped at this masterpiece. The Marauders shook their fists in anger promising themselves to pay back in the next round.

Slowly the whirlpool, or tornado, descended and the whirl stopped. The students, now extremely dizzy made their way back towards the castle. From her window, professor McGonagall watched it all. The staff had received orders that no interference, but she surely wondered what Dumbledore wanted from this. She watched the angry war and choke. She remembered the joy of being young again.

The Marauders left, thinking wildly of how they would win the next round. The heirs once again admired Draco's prank before turning back towards the castle, looking wildly amused. Hermione wondered if she could do something similar as she was up to be next.

Score: Heirs-1 Marauders-1

(Prank number Three: Lunch Shock)

Next up, this time during lunch, it was Hermione against Colin. Hermione had a small prank in her mind called Confusion. During the lunch she would place a permanent Mix Charm, which would work so once every minute an object became another. This meant if you placed it in the Great Hall, all items of the same would become another for example hats could become bowls, knives could turn to spoons and wand could turn into feathers. It would surely create chaos, but once you left your things would turn back to normal.

Yet still the heirs wondered what the Marauders thought of, as they were the real jokers.

Everyone in the Great hall sat anxious on their chairs, looking around to see that everything was normal. The dishes popped up and nothing so far. They sighed and started to eat, believing it all to be over.

Hermione smiled and muttered the charm, spreading it through the hall, except for their table and the teachers' table. She wouldn't dread to try anything on a teacher. It began slowly, as they saw all the students' bags turn red and gold, which caused a great amount of irritation for the Slytherins who noticed. Next the tablecloth became pink, which everyone saw and gasped. Hermione smiled because it looked like the heirs would win this round.

But over by the Gryffindor table Colin threw a small round object on the ground, which exploded. The students screamed at first, but since it didn't seem to have made them any damage they all sighed once more. That until they saw that their hair had changed colour. Black became purple, Red became green, brown became pink, blonde became dark blue, grey became neon yellow and white became red. The girls screamed and ran, the boys too, but they kept silent. Some laughed at the others hair, which was very humiliating. The heirs all hurried to redo their hair, not wanting to look like a bunch of clowns. The Marauders laughed their heads off. Hermione shot angry glares at Colin as she walked out from the Hall.

Soon the Marauders too left. In the Great Hall, things kept changing. This time the chairs changed into beautiful flying butterflies.

Score: Heirs-1 Marauders-2

(Prank number Four: Thundercloud Flash)

Cassandra had really looked forward to this. When she chose her match she had gone straight at Blaze. She was going to teach him a real lesson. She had planned it carefully, she was not going to fail this, her glorious moment of revenge.

On the other side Blaze had other ideas, and he knew he would be able to get that Ravenclaw and throw her out, head first. He really would enjoy it, as a final joke on the Ravenclaw. He knew she wasn't fond of him, and if that was the way he would treat her like this, at least until she learnt that even jokers have a heart.

Cassandra's prank was simply. Outside she summoned the winds to carry as many thunderclouds they probably could. The idea was to make the clouds start to storm, and herself she would create magical explosions, which didn't do any damage, but still they made a hell out of racket. It would give the impression of that the castle was cracking.

She went up to the roof of the Divination tower and hurried to summon as many clouds she could. It was hard, because moving wind was heavier then it sounded. At last she made it. It had reached 3pm. 'Now that Gryffindor shall pay!' she thought grinning.

Yet even if she made a hell of racket and hundreds of cracking sounds in the castle the students were thinking of other things. The little silver-gambling Blaze had created his own rain, a rain of sickles. When Cassandra came down again, exhausted, she saw that the floor was covered in sickles and that no one had noticed her little thunder-game. Enraged she went to find Blaze, who sat in a corner dropping sickles from his hand. It all felt so unfair, but he had beaten her. Sighing she reconsidered throwing herself in the lake.

The other heirs sighed. Her little flash dance had been good, but not good enough. Now they were way behind, yet next person up at the scene was Neville. And that mysterious heir had more tricks up his sleeve then a hundred Death Eaters together.

Score: Heirs-1 Marauders-3

(Prank number Five: Predicted Prank)

Neville could only been described with one word as the fifth prank neared. Calm. He didn't even move, just sat on a rug, eyes closed. While Dennis ran around to make the final details for his last prank, Neville stayed on the rug. His mind moved around the castle, he himself had a much better more majestic prank then him. Neville smiled knowingly, he was searching fir the real Prank master in the castle. Peeves.

As the young prankster finished his last of details, he didn't notice the poltergeist sneaking up on him. He was really unprepared, as Peeves popped up and threw a sack over the prankster's head. Dennis struggled to get out, but it isn't that easy to get out from something that is tied. Instead Peeves left him in a broom closet.

When the poltergeist had left Neville walked up to the prankster, put his hand on the sac and peacefully the crying younger boy slept. Neville had used his magic to calm him so much he could lift up the sac and carry it in to the Forbidden Forest. There he loosened the ropes that tied the sac and left in his Animagi form.

The minutes passed before Dennis finally woke up and crawled out from the sac, to find he wasn't in the castle anymore. Terrified he ran, not knowing about the badger that followed him. He didn't even know how much farther into the forest he ran. Luckily, for him he didn't run into the Acromantula territory, instead he ran towards the place Neville had predicted he would. Towards the most dangerous, beautiful place in the world. To a place some entered, few returned from.

It was a pool, glowing in the three basically colours red, blue and yellow. Dennis stared dreamily at it. The glow erupted, he didn't know where he was... in fact he didn't know much now...

It all felt like a dream. He was standing by the end of the world, he was watching an endless sea of darkness. Behind him was light and beauty. Yet something drew him towards the darkness. It was new and unexplored. It was endless, powerful, it tasted like sweets in his mouth and then as the darkness touched him, marking him...

He stepped back. He couldn't go there. He knew, if he did he would never be able to turn back.

"A wise move" A voice said from behind.

Dennis turned to see the Hufflepuff smiling on the light side. Dennis walked curiously over to him. He wondered how the Hufflepuff had been able to enter his dream.

"Yes, I know you think you are dreaming, but only you aren't. This is the thread we all choose, to remain or continue. We who fight for the light side to win, we stay. The ones who walk over joins darkness and never returns. The darkness is a corrupting master. It takes you, tears you apart. It looks so unharmful, but it is more harming then the Death himself. The darkness corrupts your soul, tears it apart and uses it for its own purpose. The rest it throws away to the old guardian of the world of death. Hades hounds."

This time Dennis shivered he looked like a leaf. Neville laughed and touched the mark, mark of a snake..

"There's nothing to really be afraid of, you made your choice and you made it wisely. Darkness will never be able to take you as long as you stay on this side, look!"

He pointed at the clear line that separated the two opposite sides.

As Dennis fell down to the ground in tears, the two worlds disappeared, he fell. Fell into the darkness...

He woke up back in the castle, in his own bed. Carefully he got up, looked at himself in the mirror. He looked just like himself, except for being very pale. He looked at his cheek, where darkness had marked him. There was nothing, had all of it been a dream.

He went back, he was thinking of finding Blaze, but as he came down the corridors he felt extremely cold, he turned and saw... his eyes widened in horror because his nightmare had come to haunt him... it was darkness, it was the same emptiness. Screaming he ran, but darkness followed him wherever he went.

Blaze shook his head as he saw the younger Creevey brother run past him, screaming. Neville, sitting on the old rug again, smiled. He had succeeded as his illusion would haunt Dennis for the rest of the day.

Score: Heirs-2 Marauders-3

(Prank number Six: Food Fight)

This would be their last individual fight. The Marauders kept shooting angry glares at the heirs as the two teams entered. Well, Dennis still was scared seeing the illusions behind, but since rumours spread around the castle, he now knew about them. Yet it didn't stop him from looking behind the shoulder. Neville had also told the others of his little trick, which made them all laugh, including Malfoy. This made the marauders even angrier, still there was another go and this time it was time for revenge.

The dinner was served, the plates were filled with dishes. No one noticed the marauders planting crackers into the puddings. Magical crackers that would explode when the students would begin with the puddings. Hermione saw this from the table and quickly pointed it out for the others, especially Ron. Yet Ron remained calm, who could fool him. He was the little brother of two of Hogwarts best pranksters. He had another idea, which was much better then that.

The marauders looked gleefully as one of the Ravenclaws was about to take her piece. Suddenly the pudding moved from her reach. The Ravenclaws stared at it, so did the marauders. How could a pudding move?

The next thing that happened was that it started to float, it floated over to the Gryffindor table. Now everyone stared at it. Most of them looked horrified, the Ravenclaws looked curiously.

Over by the heirs table everyone smiled. Cassandra and Hermione giggled. Ron looked concentrated, but it would have been hard to hide his glee. The pudding floated closer to the marauders, soared over their heads.

"Oh no!" Colin said as the pudding landed on his head. The rest of the marauders sunk down on their chairs as the school laughed at them.

Ron smiled broadly, his mind concentrated on two other puddings, which on his command soared over to the two remainders. They landed with a splash, and since they contained crackers the puddings exploded all over them. This was too much for the heirs to take. All six of them burst out laughing.

The Marauders of course finally had understood who had pranked them. They charmed a bottle of pumpkin juice to crash over them. Only Neville had seen this before, so just as the bottle slowly lifted, Neville whispered something in Hermione's ear. The girls eyes widened in shock. She turned, swiftly too her wand and set a small exploding flames at it. It exploded over the Slytherin table.

The Slytherins rose from their seats, wands ready. Someone from Hufflepuff yelled FOOD FIGHT and the war began.

I think everyone has experienced a food fight, of some kind. I've done so, yet this was nothing alike anything seen. This wasn't an ordinary battle as all food was charmed to follow and hit as much as possible. Bottles of ketchup threw their ingredients at curtains, the potatoes smashed themselves at peoples heads. Everywhere there was chaos. The heirs really enjoyed the sight, but kept for themselves now in a corner of the Hall. Now and then charmed objects would fly past them, but they were easy to knock away.

Yet for the Marauders this was the worst dinner ever, since everyone wanted to revenge on something, and this was one of those perfect moments. The marauders found themselves buried in different kind of food. Dennis had sauce inside his shirt and his robe was covered with pumpkin juice. Colin had potatoes in his shoes and pudding in his pants. Blaze had sausage in his ears, pudding in his trainers, pumpkin juice in his hair, which was topped with a banana skin. The marauders shook in anger. The heirs had rarely had that much fun.

'This will not be the end' Blaze swore before he received another banana skin, dangling by his nose.

Score: Heirs-3 Marauders-3

(Break)

The day continued peacefully, and the students sighed by relief because now the worst part, for them was over. Now, the last part, the one and only true war was about to begin. This time three of the Heirs would meet the three Pranksters in a fierce duel. It would be a team of Harry, Ron and Draco, versus Blaze, Colin and Dennis. Blaze was still angry since they had been so badly humiliated in the Great Hall. He was seeking revenge for what had happened and he saw red.

Cassandra, Hermione and Neville would be judges. They would also control nothing went way past since the two teams really disliked each other. All friendship lie behind, even the once huge fan support that Colin and Dennis once had had.

The time went, the night came. The rules were set on that after midnight they would strike, for one hour they would have the fiercest pranking war ever. The Marauders had brought every single trick they could come up with. The heirs had their own ideas and their secret weapons. This would be the most hilarious battle ever.

Neville sat confused on the old rug, trying to solve some clues. He knew the outcome, but he didn't know if he could be right this time. The Marauders were so much more experienced then them, so far they had been one step ahead. He wondered if it wasn't his inner wishes he saw. He wasn't always right, sometimes it had been wishes he had seen, thinking he had seen the future.

Cassandra stepped in, surprising him. He hadn't given the second Seer of them a thought. Maybe she knew.

"Cassandra" he said. "Have you any idea of the outcome in this?"

"Me? Oh, sorry Nev, but I haven't seen anything. My vision has been blurred for the last days, I'm afraid I'm loosing everything now that you have regained the Hufflepuffs. It feels really weird, once I could see everything, now I only can see my own hands. I can only see what my normal eyes see."

Neville felt struck by this, he had no idea. He hadn't thought of it, but he guessed she was right. Ever since the Seeing powers had left the Hufflepuff clan, the Ravenclaws had borrowed it, to guard it for centuries to come. He hadn't thought of that as soon as the Hufflepuff would regain it, it would leave her.

"But I'm happy it's back with its owner. Dad always told me it would leave once the real owner took it back. I guess I'll have to live without it, I still have my brain and my books, guess that will do if so."

She walked away, through another door at the end of the room. Neville looked as she closed it. He stared at the closed door. He knew how a Ravenclaw would feel after loosing something of hers and he thought sadly off her. he wished he would be able to give it back.

Sighing he returned to stare into the foggy future he didn't see clearly. He only could see Colin, Blaze and Dennis lie as a pile of broken furniture. He saw nothing more.

In another part of the castle, Hermione had caught Ron, who was right in the middle of breaking down a hundred vases. She had no idea of what was going on, but she had a feeling it was something since she saw Peeves float out from the room. What had that Poltergeist been up to?

"Ron, what in the world are you doing? You're even behaving worse then Morgan le Fay!!!"

That stupid Hufflepuff, I'll kill him! I can't believe he did this to me!"

He broke down to the floor, fell down to his knees as tears streamed down his cheeks. Hermione bent down to him, giving him a friendly hug.

"I promise not to say anything, as long as you promise not to brake anymore vases. I don't want the students to rip their shoes on the pieces while walking this corridor. Now, tell me what is going on, and what Peeves told you."

Ron sighed.

"It's Cassandra, she don't know how crazy I've become over her. I mean, yes once I didn't like her, I thought she was a snob, a terrible Know-It-All. Even worse then you have ever been. She was so good in everything I got sick of it, and I usually you know, expressed it by shouting at her. But then, at the end of last year, it feels like she has changed so much. I like it, I really do. She feels so much more human. I actually fell in love with her. I haven't told her, I guess I'm too much of a coward to do."

"You, a coward. Good Lord, since when did that happen. Ron, you shouldn't really think so low of yourself, you are one of the bravest persons I've ever met."

"Thanks" he said smiling, but it quickly faded.

"I was so happy the day I realised Harry just wanted her as a friend and that Draco had you. Well, I actually never thought Nev would fall for her. he always has seemed like the relaxed person, who never thought of these things. I guess I must have underestimated him."

"Ron, I can insure you that whatever that Poltergeist have told you, he's been lying. Oooh, Peeves, I'll get you for this!!!"

Somewhere in another room, she could hear the half-ghosts cackle. She drew her wand, having it ready to strike. He would pay for that.

By the two front doors of the castle, Draco and Harry sat enjoying the hours left before the great prank. The sun had set, it was just to wait. Harry really longed to get that Blaze for cheating as he did. Or exactly, it wasn't cheat, but that grin he had seen on the pranksters face made him sick.

Draco thought of much more different things. For example, what was next? He knew Blaze better then the other heirs. Blaze had started to become really cocky since he had begun at Hogwarts, he wondered if this was because of the Marauders or because of something else. At least, he hadn't pranked the teachers or it would be really bad.

From the forest the two of them could hear the monsters inside start to awake. Many of the unknown hidden things hunted by night. Draco could still remember the detention in the forest he had received his first year. Harry did too, only he had been in that forest more times then Draco.

Inside the clocks stroke to eleven. One hour left. The two heirs stood up, took a last deep breath of fresh air before waking in again. Draco went up to his dormitory to change into his green snakeskin robe. Harry drew out the Marauders map, looking at it he saw Cassandra and Neville in the North tower. He saw Ron and Hermione in the sixth floor corridor. He wondered what everyone else was up to. He was so busy in his thoughts, he hadn't given it a clue on that the map suddenly showed more rooms then usual. Even if the heirs weren't in their chambers, the map suddenly showed them. Yet still, it would only be them who could enter them.

The hour went, the minutes past. The clocks rang in midnight. Dressed in their robes, the heirs and marauders went down to face each other before splitting up. It would be very simple, the ones who gave up first, they lost. The only problem was that no one would give up, not in the first place...

Let the Grand Finale begin...

To Reviewers: Was about to write about the final part here, but I have no pranks in mind. Everyone with a prank review, or else I might not be able to post next chapter in time.

Star of Dawn: Thanks for saying that, I was starting to think I had , made something wrong with the fic'. I will continue, thanks for saying that.

blaze potter: No way, I won't give up. I swear on that!

Ps: Did you receive my mail?

gary: Finally had time to add you to AIM, hope we'll have time to chat one day. Hope you liked this chapter.

ThE 3 cAbAlLeRoS: Hope you liked the first part, this wasn't meant to be a cliff-hanger, but if you have more ideas pranks, maybe not this violent or weird, please review and tell me. Also, thank you so much for reviewing.

Danielle: You're really swear, a million reviews, wouldn't dream of it... Anyway, I do hope you liked this, and thanks for reviewing. I know it takes time to finish Heirs of the Founders.

End Notes:

1, Anyone who has pranks or etc in their minds, tell me of them. I may not be able to finish next chapter in time else way.

2, I know I'm laze, not writing thanks for all my reviewers, but without you, I would be nothing. Thank you soooooooooo much.

3, I'm terrible sorry for making a cliff-hanger, but if I wouldn't have received that stupid block on pranks, I would be able to continue this, next chapter will be the end of all pranks, and some other things.

4, is there any more thing to say, not for now. Have a great time everyone, hope to see you soon.

Shitza