I know it's probably way Out Of Character and I'm very sorry. Question: what does AU mean? Oh, if you guys have any pranks I could use please tell me! Or any insults I could use for the Slytherins, Snape, or Wormtail.

Please excuse my spelling and grammar. And I apologize if it's written a bit crapily. I am having a little trouble making it sound good… but I'm having a lot of fun with this story, so if you have any suggestions please tell me!

Oh, P.S. This is Frankie.

Chapter 2 – Snitches, Returns, and Bangs

"So now that we have decided what, how, and where, all we need is when." Hermione said, deep in thought. It was the next morning at breakfast. The Trio was sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating toast and bacon.

"What about tomorrow morning during breakfast?" Ron said practically. "That way we would have the biggest audience of both students and teachers and we have double potions tomorrow, so it will make that more bearable."

The other two stared at him, in shock. His ear turn pink slightly. "What?" He said defensively. Harry and Hermione shook themselves out of their shock and grinned at him.

"That's bloody brilliant, mate!" Harry exclaimed, slapping Ron on the back. They all were grinning when they walked into their first class.

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The next morning breakfast was quite an event and the stories of what had happened spread threw the school faster then a wild fire. This is what happened.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting chatting about nothing, at the Gryffindor table. The Hall was almost completely full, all the teachers were there and most of the students. Of all the houses, the Slytherins had the most people present. For that, the Trio was grateful.

Hermione sat with one hands under the table, holding her wand, and the other sitting on top. To all appearances, she was eating breakfast and talking to the two boys across from her. To all appearances. She flicked her wrist, muttering something, and a scream echoed through the Great Hall.

All heads turned to the screamer and all jaws dropped. The teachers stood as one, shocked. Every single Slytherin had bright gold and red-stripped hair. The Hall erupted. Laughing, shrieking, and obscenities were heard everywhere.

"Silence!" Dumbledore roared. The Hall fell silent. "Who did this? It seems very familiar." He glanced at Fred and George, who were sitting dumbstruck a few seats down from the Trio. "Well, I see Fred and George aren't responsible for this prank." The hall drew in a collective gasp. "This reminds me of… Minerva, can you fix this, please?"

Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand and gestured it toward the Slytherin table. Nothing happened. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Albus. It seems to be semi-permanent. This reminds me of something the M…"

Her jaw dropped and she turned to stare at Harry, who, noticing the direction she was turning, turned to stare in shock at the Slytherin Table. "Ahem. Yes, this prank is defin—" He stopped and stared at the Giant quill pen that had appeared over the entrance to the Great Hall. It began to write in curling, elegant script. When it was done, it vanished, leaving a giant gold M sparking in its place.

Professor Dumbledore immediately drew his wand and waved it at the symbol. The M rose out of reach. "No One Ever touch that or any more you might find. As I recall, it is equipped with a rather nasty hex."

When M had appeared, the greasy-haired teacher to Dumbledore's left had jerked to his feet. The look on his face was truly worth seeing. He looked as if the worst thing imaginable had just happened. He was completely terrified. "Th-That. That's not possible." He breathed, haltingly. His eyes were wide, as he stared at the symbol. He was completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the entire hall was staring at him.

"Severus, please. Calm down. It is just a prank. You know there is only two of them left and neither have any access to this school. Calm down!" Dumbledore said quietly. Everyone heard anyway, though, because the Hall was completely silent. He turned to address the room, "Please everyone sit down and return to breakfast." He did just that and everyone followed suit, except the greasy-haired teacher, Severus.

Severus, or Professor Snape, took a small step back. His eyes lowering to sweep the Hall, which was staring at him intently, wondering just what the hell was happening. "It happening already. Dear God, will I never be rid of them?" he mumbled and sat quickly.

It was all the Trio could due, at this point to keep from bursting with hysterical laughter. They all hated Snape, and to see him so completely terrified of something as unimportant as a large gold M was priceless.

The talking started up again. Everyone was talking about what had just happened. A few knew exactly what that M meant; others didn't, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew that by lunch everyone would know.

The three stood, having finished their breakfast, and left. Every eye was on them as they departed, wondering if it was they, who had pulled such an elaborate prank. The Second-Generation of Marauders had come in with a BANG!