P.I.S.S.O.F.F.
Ch 3
Harry grinned. "Lupin promised to teach me and my friends the magic Prongs and Padfoot used, the next time we were together. Padfoot would be more then happy the next Masters of Mayhem fully embrace the Mantle of Marauder."
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"Saw Weasley stuffing his face with two other Gryffindorks and the…" Malfoy sneered. "Where is Pansy? I have an idea."
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Ginny was sitting with last year's firsty Gryffindors. They were enjoying wands and quills, as she told them stories she had heard from others, mostly what the rest of the school thought Potter got up to, and how off they truly were.
The door slid open. "Congrats Weasley." cooed a voice that froze every witchling in the car. "Or should I say 'Potter'?" Pansy simpered a laugh.
"Get lost Hag," Ginny snarled, her wand blooming in her hand, drawing it from a wrist sheath, a birthday gift, owled in from her brother Charlie. "I have no idea what you are spewing, and give even less to know."
"Just heard that House Potter was in talks with House Weasley, and your brother, the Glutton was not." the witch in green trimmed robes sneered, "Thought I would offer my congratulations on scoring the second richest wizard in our school."
"Second Richest?" Vane asked waving her sugar quill at the Snake Princess, "Not if what my Mother's Uncle has to say is true." Her smile was truly predatory. "Potter is set to inherit both the Potter line...And the Black!"
"You lie!" Pansy hissed, "Black falls to Malfoy!" She turned and strode from the door.
"Yes." Vane smirked at Ginny, "Black will fall to Malfoy...If Potter does not live to claim what is his. My Mother's Uncle works in Inheirantice. At the end of last school term, Lord Malfoy tried to claim, in his wife's name and his Son's of course, the Black Estate. He could have gone to the Goblins, but that is playing with Axes." she lick her quill, "He was denied. My great uncle, even had to warn him, that should he try again before Draco is of Age, Dear Luci would be charged with Line-Theft."
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Ron was having perfect day.
No one was trying for the Keeper position, but the rest of the team knew he wanted it, and thanks to his ties to Potter and the twins, it was all but his.
Harry had given him a gold to spend on 'frogs, and he had pulled a Dagworth-Granger and a Scamander. Two cards he was missing for his collection.
With him sharing a compartment with Samus and Dean, he did not have to Listen to the know-it-all chipmunk admonish him over his enjoyment of talking and picking apart the Quiditch World Cup plays, and how he would have done it.
Yes, he was having a perfect day.
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"What about our stash?" Fred asked.
Harry smiled, "Hide it. Tonight. We want you to play the Perfect Prefect, not be it. After I am drawn… everyone third year and up is fair game. Leave the Firsties alone, and the Seconds will be teaching them the ropes. If a prank is targeting the Whole school…" Harry shrugged. "But for every snake you target, include a raven, badger, and lion." he frown at them, "I detest bullies. Now Black and Potter were heavy handed in their treatment of Snape, half the reason he hates me."
"I just had a thought," George looked about, "Ron was asking if we knew who got the captain's badge. What if this… game is taking place of our Quiditch season?"
Harry exchanged a look with Hermione, "Not going to happen." He grinned at the twins, "Malfoy will see to it."
The twins excused themselves and returned to their cabin, to fold Lee into the plot and prepare for the Prank.
Luna decided to write to her Father, about the tragic story of the 'Lost Grim,' and with the Facts limited, but enough to give old Xeno a lead or two to flesh out the full story. It was time to set the Snorkacks aside, and defang the Rotfang.
Hermione was nose deep in the rule book, scratching out notes to look up in the Library, as she decoded the rules and bylaws of the 'triwizard tournament'. Here was something that could help Harry, Help Black, and yes, even help herself. She was not going to miss months of Classes again, just because no one was looking out for the students.
Harry leaned back in the corner, back to the window, Hedwig on his knee, as he scratched her feathered chest.
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The ride up to the Castle was a blur, as the students of the Institute moved to carry out their plot. Lee drew a small chest from his pocket once he was in a closet, near the Great Hall. Calling an elf he knew the name of. "Teaki!" He hissed "If you have a minute?"
"How Teaki help Mister Lee?" the blunt faced elf asked from his knee.
Lee grinned at the little 'guy', once again thinking that the elf had it's head slammed into a wall or door. "We need this Trunk hidden until after Halloween."
"No Prankses." the elf was very firm. "Just the one. It will building until Halloween. For the last Five years we have been…"
"Naughty."
Lee nodded, "Yes, that is one word for it. From tonight until Halloween night, the three of us are going to be more like last year's Headboy." the buggy eyes grew even bigger, looking like they were further from the poor elf's face than 'his' nose. "Now most of the teachers are going to be watching us to see if we are up to something. And when we take no act, play no prank, and out prefect Percy…"
"Teachies get spooked." the elf sneered, "Elveses get in on this?"
"If you want." Lee unshrunk the trunk, "Will tell you why we are doing this." he pushed the trunk at the elf. "Potter is planning something, big." he stepped back to the door. "His father big. And needed some cover. If the teacher are looking at Us, no one will watching him." his hand found the knob. "Please hide that, until after November first, and spread the word. We three are on our best behavior…" grinning pearly whites, "Watch us if you want." he was gone.
Tic'ing to 'himself' the elf shook 'his' head. "They no need watching, they need looking after." a snap of 'his' fingers, the trunked vanished...followed shortly by the elf.
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Once the firsties were sorted, and the Feast devoured, the Headmaster stood to deliver his new for the coming years. "First the bad news. This Year's Quidditch season is cancelled."
"You must be Joking!" the Weasley twins chorused, standing in unison. They seemed to be channeling their mother.
"Sadly I am not, but I heard one the other day about a one legged leprechaun." Albus smiled in his grandfatherly style.
McGonagall moved to remind him of the purpose of tonight's speech, when he Favorite Cub stood and yelled across the Hall. "Hear that Malfoy! Another year you will never beat me to the snitch! And this Year, I do not even need to get on a broom!"
"Not bloody Likely!" Malfoy roared back, "Just wait until my Father hears of this!"
"See George." Harry turned to the twins, still speaking loudly, "Told you Malfoy would see to it." half of the red robed students giggled, as the green gowned hissed. Their 'Prince' was just baited before the Hall, and Snape could not move to back him, as he would have to punish his own house too.
As the three Griffs retook their seats, Albus looked over his glasses at his second. He could see her pride in her cubs, as they had all but returned the Season to Hogwarts, and with a few words. Lord Malfoy would lean his Power and coin on everyone who had pull, to get the Quidditch Season in place, just for his scion and heir to show up Potter.
As his swept over the Hall, he noticed that his agent in Lion's Den was staring at him blankly. 'Oh that's right, the Glutton wanted to Keep this year.' he nodded, "Mister Malfoy, we welcome any help you and your Father can give us. But it was Cancelled because we are Chosen to Host…" he drew in a deep breath, pausing for the effect, "Triwizard Tournament!"
Dead quiet.
"Eternal Glory and One Thousand Galleons goes to the Winner of this most prestigious Event, that will pit our Best against the Best of two other Schools."
That put the Krup among the Kneazles, as the hall started whispering to each other.
"So." he clapped his hands, "No students permitted in the Forest, No magic in the Halls, and for the list of the prohibited and proscribed items, please see the entire list posted on Mister Filch's office door. Prefects, take 'em away!" He strode from the room, Snape and McGonagall on his heels. 'Well, it seems that the boy is leaning into his harness. Now let's see where he is pulling us.' only to pause when two voices,in concert, rose above the din…
"Oi, Firsties…" both twins called as they stood,
"...This way please."
"Step lively now."
"We have far to go…"
"...And much to do when we get there."
"Oi! Fred, George, what are you planing?" the fifth year Griff male prefect stepped close.
"Nothing." Fred nodded to the sixth year who stood a step behind the fifth year.
"Just thought you and …" George leered the younger boy.
"...Would want to get to inspecting the Broom Closets." Fred added his leer, making sure to hide it from the firsties gathering.
"All those impressionable girls…"
"...luring unsuspecting boys…"
"... into those dark and cramped holes in these Hallowed walls." they finished as one.
The two boys shared a glance, a shrug, and a nod. "The password is Victory." the older pinned boy glared at the twins, "Remember, Percy told me the secret to keeping you two in line. I am willing to use it."
"Sir." the twins nodded, before herding the younger students into the entryway.
"Now. Pay attention." Fred addressed the ducklings following them. "Hogwarts is Ancient."
"Seven years of students." George
"each year…"
"...every year…"
"...for the last thousand years." Fred led the way to a tapestry just off the Grand Staircase.
Hermione cleared her throat, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall. The twins, the first years, Harry, and Neville. "Just what are you two doing?"
The twins shared a look. "Granger…" George started this one,
"...rather then walk up five floors…"
"...before stepping over two halls…"
"...then up two more floors…"
"...we though the firsties would enjoy a quicker route." they choursed.
"Of course, in the Morning, we will come down the proper way." Fred promised.
"Okay." Granger crossed her arms.
"Show us." Potter grinned at the kids, "Tell us more."
"Where were we?" Fred asked.
"A thousand years of students." a witchling called out.
"Ah yes." Fred snickered at the Hermione clone, the witch was even hugging a book to her chest. "A Thousand years of students…"
"... casting spells, daily…"
"...Then you add in the wards…"
"...The ley-lines…"
"The House-Elves." snarled Hermione.
The older purebloods snapped around to look at the Muggleborn.
"Ah, Granger." Longbottom spoke up, "We will talk about that once we get to the Tower." He stood defiant in the face of her Glare.
"Ah, yes." Fred sighed.
"The elves." George shook his head.
"The Lesson we were going to share on Saturday."
"It seems that all Muggle-born will need this one."
"Weasley!" Hermione's wand glowed with a blue spark at the tip.
"Ah yes." they choursed. Fred tugged a tassel, causing the heavy woven wall covering to billow out. George led the way, his wand trailing a light stream as he wound his way up the three floors worth of stairs. The firsties followed along, ducklings after their mama. At the top of the stairs, a knocker hung in the center of the wall. A Grim, snarling around the massive Ring in it's teeth. George, using his off hand, knocked, causing the wall to his left to split, allowing everyone to exit, just meters from the Fat Lady.
The door closed behind Harry as Just Ginny stomped up the last five steps, and turned into the Hallway.
"See even beat this third year." Fred waved at his sister from behind the younger kids, having no shame about using them as a shield against her temper.
"Morgana!" Ginny panted, "I forgot to get the password…"
"Victory!" the twins shouted.
"Yes dears?" the Fat Lady pressed up against her canvas, looking down at the twins. "And why are you leading this years new crop?" she frowned at the twins, expecting trouble.
"Just showing them the way home."
"No mischief?"
"Not tonight."
"We decided to be more like our Brothers."
"As you say," the painting swung open, allowing the sixth year female Prefect to see the group…