First off, I LOVE YOU, REVIEWERS! YOU MADE A HOMEWORK-OVERLADEN DAY HAPPY AGAIN! Thank you!

Now, to be more specific… a special thanks to: Icy Tears, magicgirl45852, english-is-not-my-forte, Werecat, Sillyli'lplum, Olympia Lytton (love the cheering idea), and Black Diamond4, who all gave me prank ideas. Also, some people mentioned that a bald eagle was probably a bad idea for Hermione's Animagus. Now that I think about it, I agree, but hey I was a having animal-species block. The only thing I could think of was an elephant, a giraffe, or a chimp. All of which sux! No Offence to them, but for this, they do. Soooo…Peregrine Falcon, world's fastest bird, or Snowy Owl. With latter I'll also change her nickname. What do u all think?

Yes this is OOC, and I'm very sorry, bu- wait. No I'm not I like the people how I made them…Oh well, sorry though.

Okay on to romances, by request there will be some Ron/Luna and Harry/Hermione, but also a little bit of implied Hermione/Fred, which I'm quite fond of, that will turn into Harry/Hermione, kk? Good.

BTW HarryPotterknoitall – u were right!

Foreveriseternallymine – Wolfypoo, hmm? That's Soooo cute! I think I may use that as a tease, like Prongsie.

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm BEGGING YOU!

Merlin, I'm pathetic…whatever.

Now on to a nice long chapter( 4 me any way). That I wrote when I should have been sleeping…Oh well!

Chapter 5 – Dares, Plans, and Confrontations

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When they reached the top of the stairs, Harry stopped them. "Okay, so this is what we are gonna do. Her, um…Featherborn, God these nickname are gonna take getting used to. Anyway, Featherborn, I need you to…

Now…

"…Okay, Herm. Got it?" Harry asked after explaining his plan.

"One question, though. How did you come up with all that in about 5 minutes?" Hermione asked.

"Actually, I had the idea awhile ago, but I needed motivation. Featherborn…I'm sorry. We have got to come up with a shorter nickname for you."

"What about Windy? She is a bird, after all." Ron said thoughtfully. The other two looked at him and shook their heads.

"He's doing it, again." Hermione shuddered. "Windy, huh? Okay, Patches. That sounds good to me."

They went their separate ways to get some things to prepare. Ten minutes later, they met up again. Hermione went up to the doors of the Great Hall and leaned her ear to it. Pulling out her wand, she muttered softly and tapped the door. She turned and held out her hand. The two boys handed over their wands.

"Silencio!" She said, quietly. She pointed Ron's wand at the wall. The spell flew out, hit the wall, and vanished. She did a similar thing with Harry's and her own. When she was finished, she turned and nodded. (I realized that had bad connotations but whatever…that is not what I meant! An u all no it)

Inside, the hall was chaos. The candles that were usually suspended mid-air over the house table had turned into dancing, singing, floating gnomes. They had started the chorus of their song, "The Marauders! The Marauders! The Second-Generation Marauders are the Trio."

At this point, the Trio had opened the big, double doors and started into the hall. Walking three abreast (Hermione, flanked by Ron and Harry) down the center, they owned the Hall. Every eye was on them, every head trained in their direction. When they reached the middle-break, the quill appeared again and scrawled the signature, but this time it was slightly different. Under the usual sMg, it read The Second-Generation Marauders are The Trio.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley. Come up here, please." Dumbledore said in a stern voice. As soon as he spoke, the gnomes vanished and the candles reappeared.

"Is there a problem, sir?" Harry said approaching the teachers table. Dumbledore watched them face stern, but eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Mr. Potter, do you have any idea what is going on?"

"Well, sir" Harry paused, choosing his words carefully. "It would seem, sir (pause) that someone is trying to (pause) imitate my father, Sirius Black, and the rest of the Marauders, sir. "

Dumbledore eyed him curiously, as the rest of the hall stared in shock. No one had realized that Harry was James Potter, the Marauders infamous ringleader's son. Harry stared back, evenly. "Well, yes, Mr. Potter. So it would seem. Do you, maybe happen to know who the Trio are?" he asked.

Harry paused a moment, then said, "Well, sir, I don't know if they mean a specific trio, but there are plenty of groups of three friends. Malf- I mean Draco and his friend make a trio." He was deliberately misinterpreting the question.

A smirk slipped across Dumbledore's features for a second, before he schooled his face into its stern look again. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a low hiss. The entire hall turned to look at Snape, who was on his feet glaring daggers at the Trio. "Let me see your wands! I have a sneaking suspicion, you three are behind all this!"

Smiling inwardly Harry took Ron's wand. He turned to take Hermione's, but their eyes met. Harry had to bite his lip, hard, to keep from laughing or even smirking. So hard, in fact, he tasted blood, but, Merlin this was worth a small injury. 'Hell' he thought. 'This is worth any amount of small injuries.' He, finally, handed all three wands over, saying, "You won't find any evidence that we did this in those wands, because there is none." Again, Harry had chosen his words very carefully, so if they did get caught, lying about it wouldn't be added on to their offences. Not to mention the fact that lying to or near Albus Dumbledore is a very bad idea.

Snape just sneered at them. He checked all the wands and, as Harry had predicted, found no evidence that they had spelled the prank. When he had finish and handed the wands back to their respective owner, the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw closely followed them. The Trio made there way back to their seats, smiling from ear to ear. All Clear! They complete the dare! Malfoy, however, looked like he'd just swallowed a Blast-Ended Schrewt.

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"That was brilliant of you, Windy! You too, Claws" Ron said sometime later. They were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ginny and the Twins. They were discussing the Marauders latest prank, christened The Gnome Incident.

"Alright…"George began.

"There is no way we can beat that..." Fred continued.

"Soooo…"

"We concede. You win. Herm, how the bloody hell did you manage to spell all the candles?"

"And from outside the hall?"

"We've been trying for years and we couldn't get them all…"

"Even from the inside."

"Well" Hermione replied. "That for me to know and you to… try and find out." She laughed. George scowled, but Fred just cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. She blushed slightly and looked away.

"So…"Harry said, noticing the exchange and hoping Ron didn't. "On to the next order of business. What to do for fun this weekend?"

They all sat and contemplated this. Hermione shot Harry a grateful smile and he nodded slightly.

What could they do for fun? Hmmmm. The silence lengthened. Suddenly, there was a loud moaning sound, like an animal dying in great amounts pain, and the fire turned blue. Everyone chuckled and leaned forward; Harry stood up and went to kneel by the hearth. "Hey, Sirius! How are you?"

"I didn't scare? Darn, you ruined my day. Soooo… what happening up there?" Sirius asked, his head appearing in the fire.

"We have been overthrown, Sirius old friend." Said George, rather mournfully. Fred grinned and added, "really we have! Honest!" everyone shuddered. (To find out why… Read the Prank War by crazygirl47. It is the funniest story I have ever read.)

Sirius's jaw dropped. "No way! By whom?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all grinned broadly. "Well, Padfoot. If you really wanna know you'll just have to come and visit us this weekend. That was a clue, by the way."

The Trio chuckled, as Sirius raised an eyebrow at them. He frown a little, then smiled, "Sure. Why not? Just like old times... well, almost."

With that, every one of them burst out laughing. Sirius looked at them like they were mad.

Finally, after about a half hour of chatting, they said their good-byes and he left.

"Well, that takes care of that!" Harry said. He grinned and went to sit back down where he sat before. That however was not an opinion, since Fred and George now occupied his chair. "Fine! Be that way!" he said to them and squeezed in to share a chair with Hermione. "Now, We have business to attend to. Ginny, Fred, George, do you guys mind?"

"Well, if you wanna be that way about it! I can tell when I'm not wanted!" Ginny said and winked at Harry. "Come on, guys!"

As soon as they were gone, Harry turned to the other two and said, in a rather stunned tone of voice, "Did? Did Ginny just wink at me? Since when is she so bold? Well, whatever."

He turned to look at them better and realized he was still squashed into an armchair with Hermione. He got up and sat in an unoccupied chair. "Sorry, 'Mione." He muttered, blushing faintly. "Anyway…what is our next prank gonna be?"

"How about one that isn't in the book? We could add it in to the back, under a new heading?" Ron asked. "See, Claws, I had this idea…"

He then, proceeded to explain to them just what he had in mind.

When he had finished, Harry and Hermione looked at one another, a bit stunned. "He's doing it, again! That's three times now!" They said in unison, and then laughed. "Well, Patches, I'd say Hermione and I are gonna be quite busy before next Saturday." (Not what it sounds like!)

"Why not me?"

"Because, my dear Wolfypoo! You are Quidditch Captain and should be very busy!"

"Oh right!

With that, they all departed for bed. Ron had already disappeared into the dorm room, when Harry and Hermione made it to the bottom of the stairs. Harry smiled, wickedly, at her (a very good, but not perfect imitation of Sirius). "Good-Night, Windy!" he murmured and kissed her lightly on the cheek. With that, he was gone, up the stairs and out of sight.