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Alliance

Sylvester obviously had not learned his lesson from the "cat incident" as Harry jokingly put it. He was on the rampage.

Not only had he stuffed Crookshanks down a toilet, he'd also teased a Biting Bluebell in Greenhouse Three, therefore sustaining serious bite, drawn a very mean picture of Snape that reminds me of Elton John in one of his more stunning suits (A/N: it's sequined and pink, I believe. Sorry Elton. I love your music.), and last, but definitely not least, (drum roll please)…

Professor McGonagall had brought little Sylvester to stay in Dumbledore's rooms, in an annex to the office. She figured he'd have some respect for the headmaster of such a prestigious school, but she definitely underestimated Sylvester, for the next morning, Dumbledore's beard was gone.

You see, reader, Sylvester, bored as he was in the middle of the night, had "borrowed" a funny looking sword that happened to be covered with blood and untidily sliced off Dumbledore's hard work of several years, in the form of his silver hair. I don't think I need to tell you, reader, of Dumbledore's shock when he woke the next morning to find the nest of silver hair that had rested next to him for the past forty-some years was just, simply, unbelievably not there.

Dumbledore laughed off the matter (while the students and most of the staff laughed at the matter), but Professor McGonagall was incredibly irate.

How had this little menace come into the family? How was he related to her? How? How? HOW?

Ginny was getting more and more angry. The green stripes were not fading at all. As a matter of fact, they were turning electric blue. And her hair was still black with whatever spell that Sylvester had placed on her.

Harry had two of his most important possessions back: his wand and Cloak. So, Harry was happy.

Hermione was not happy. A) Crookshanks was not quite the way he was before and B) he'd coughed up some you-know-what or you-can-guess on Hermione's neatly written Potions essay.

Let's rewind to that night, shall we reader? This is where our chapter really begins.

"Hey Ginny."

"Hi Hermione. What're you doing?"

"Potions essay. Quite difficult, I must say. Next year will be very intensive for you, Ginny, have fun. And poisons. This one's the uses of essence of nightshade, rather nasty."

"Ah, I see. Well how…"

"Ginny…"

"What?"

"Erm, have you…?"

"Have I what?"

"Here, take this." Hermione handed her friend a small compact mirror.

"What for? Do I—AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!"

Ginny had caught sight of her hair.

"It's just gotten worse! I kill the little creep! He was so cute before; what happened?"

"I—don't—know…" Hermione was having difficulty controlling her laughter.

"You might laugh, Hermione, but if the little rat had dyed your hair some strange blue, then—wait, he stuffed your…"

"Cat down the toilet? Yes, basically."

"Ah. I see. Is he okay?"

"Who, Sylvester, or Crookshanks?"

"Frankly, I don't care if the demon is okay, your cat, I mean."

"Sort of, he—hey."

"What?"

"Does he look a little funny to you?"

"Well he smells a little funny. But I can't blame him for that; he didn't choose to be shoved down a toilet."

"No, I mean, like he's going to be sick."

"Sick? Cat sick? All over here? Just what I need—hey, Fuzz Face, hurl over there."

"Ginny!"

"Sorry, but…"

The girls screamed at the same time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"My robes!"

"MY ESSAY!"

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Like I said, reader. So, let's skip the bit where Hermione starts crying over her essay, Ron laughs at the state of the girls, and Ginny knocks out Ron.

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"Hermione, this is disgusting."

"No ---- Sherlock, now I have to re-write my whole essay."

"Don't be mean. And I'm talking about Sylvester."

"True."

"What do we do?"

"Make his life miserable."

"That can be arranged."

"I'm game. This time, I will have absolutely no qualms."

"I'll get the Spellotape."

"Erm—Ginny, I don't think we need to get that extreme."

"Well what do you suggest?"

A/N: What will Hermione and Ginny come up with? Well, where there's a prank, there's always…The Weasley Twins. Thanks for reading and my next chapter will be up soon.