Title: Prank The World!
Pairings: Various
Rating: R (M)
Parts: 1 of ?
Warnings: Horrible amounts of humor, and a few spoilers from book 1-5. I despise book 6, so there we go.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the original Harry Potter characters and settings. Everything not owned by her is mine. Except the Nicolas Flammel secret, that belongs to nonjon, and I asked nicely for permission to use said secret.
Summary: AU Post-Hogwarts – After defeating Voldie, Harry decided to do everything he was never able to do as a child. So let the pranks begin!
Note: After reading the trilogy written by nonjon, I was more then inspired. Though many of these idea's have been seen about I had to add my own twists and sick humor, therefore, I am! So, please, enjoy the show.

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Chapter One

Harry Potter sat in Paris, calmly reading through the paper. He was amused to read that Albus Dumbledore had been arrested for torturing students before they'd realized the prank he'd played on the old man. Apparently, it took one of the ministry officials trying to eat a lemon drop for them to realize what the screaming truly was. He snickered as he rose. He placed some muggle money on the table, before heading off. He'd had a wonderful idea, the perfect prank. He whistled cheerfully as he wandered down the streets

He stepped up to a lavish hotel, one of the most expensive ones in Paris and smirked. He stepped into the building then walked slowly towards the elevators. He knew which floor he was going to, and the room number he was looking for. He shifted his features to those of a bell boy and plastered a pleasant smile on his face. When the doors opened, there was no sign that Harry Potter had ever been there, and some random bell boy stepped into the hall way.

The bell boy headed over to room number 500, and calmly knocked on the door. He waited a few seconds before knocking again. Assured that the man within the room was fast asleep, the bell boy slipped into the room and walked to the bed. Grinning wickedly, he shifted back into his proper form and smirked down at the man before him. It was time to set the prank in action...

Several minutes later, the bell boy was back in the elevator, helping an elderly lady carry her belongings, when the scream was heard.

"Good heavens! What was that?" inquired the lady.

"I suppose someone found a surprise they didn't quite like," replied the bell boy, "The lobby?"

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In room 500, at one of the most lavish hotels in Paris, Draco Malfoy stared in horror at the sight before him. His hair was red. Weasley red. And he had freckles. Lots of freckles. It'd taken him a few seconds to stop screaming, but he was still whimpering pitifully. He had a feeling that the person behind this prank was someone he knew quite well, and he was terrified, somehow knowing this wasn't the end of it.

He got dressed, covering his head as much as possible before heading to the lobby, where he was to meet an old friend of his. He calmly stepped out of the elevator, scowling at the bell boy standing there before sauntering away. He froze when he found himself surrounded by several witches and wizards from the Order Of The Phoenix, "Stop right there Malfoy! We're taking you in!"

Draco stared, flabbergasted, before spluttering out a rather intelligent, "Huh?"

"That's right Malfoy! We're taking you in! Impersonating a Weasley to dirty their good names! You filthy-Death Eater!" was the response before a series of stunners nailed Malfoy in the torso and he fell to the ground, completely oblivious to the world around him. The bell boy that'd been scowled at previously snickered softly to himself before silently apparating away.

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Meanwhile, over in Scotland, in the world's most renowned school for witches and wizards, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat before his staff, listening to their lesson plans for the year. He was still furious over the fact Harry had gotten away with another prank. He sighed and turned to Snape to listen to his report.

Severus Snape, Potions Master and Potions Professor at Hogwarts, was mentally doing a happy dance over the fact that Dumbledore had given up his obsession with Lemon Drops. He detailed everything he was going to try and teach his students, from First Year to Seventh. He was about to start explaining the lesson plan for the Seventh Years, when the headmaster's fireplace roared to a lime green and out stepped Nicholas Flammel.

"Nicholas! Long time no see my friend, what brings you here?" Albus asked, twinkling madly.

"Hmm. There was a small rumor going around that you needed a defense teacher, again, and I figured I'd stop by," Nicholas smiled cheerfully at the old man, before popping a lemon drop into his mouth.

Severus Snape was about to say something, when a Ministry owl flew into the office and landed on his chair. It stuck out it's leg, and Snape took the letter on it before waving the owl away. He opened it slowly and read through it carefully. As he finished, he screamed out a series of curses, mentioning Potter quite a few times before storming out of the office.

Meanwhile, as Snape left in what looked like a drunken rage, Nicholas was snickering silently, and the other teachers were reading the note that had been sent to Snape. McGonagall was the first to start laughing, followed by everyone else.

"Impersonating a Weasley?" snickered Ron Weasley, trying not to start laughing harder, "Well, it looks like Harry's having fun again."

Hermione was staring in horror though. She watched as her best friends hair slowly turn blonde and his complexion fairer, his freckles disappearing. She opened her mouth to speak, when the door to the headmaster's office burst open, and Ministry Officials stood there with their wands out and aimed at Ron.

"Mr. Weasley! Trying to impersonate a Malfoy to become a Dark Lord! You're under arrest!" one of the officials called out, before stunning poor Ron.

As they dragged Ron to the ministry, Hermione looked up at the ceiling and screamed, "HARRY POTTER!"