Chapter 12:

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Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Dudley Dursley or any of the other characters invented by JK Rowling.

„Come on, Harry!", Dudley begged. „Just think what we could do!"

Harry was still reluctant to give in.

"It will be fun! Besides, that idiot deserves it", Dudley tried again.

By now Harry was thinking hard. Of course he wanted to get back at Piers. The boy had destroyed Harry's picture for their arts class yesterday, which in turn made the teacher angry at Harry. Their strict arts teacher had thought Harry had just been too lazy to do his homework. It seemed to always be like this since the incident in the sand box. Harry and Dudley now had a reputation as troublemakers. Piers was careful not to get caught. At least Dudley's parents believed them rather than their teachers. Still that boy was a plague. The thing with Harry's picture had proved that again. And of course it strengthened Dudley's arguments.

The 6 year old had been trying to convince Harry to play Piers a magical prank ever since he learned about his brothers magic a week ago.

As it looked like Piers wouldn't get in trouble for his doings any time soon, Harry finally relented.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?", he asked the older boy.

Dudley whooped, before he replied: "Dunno, something magical I suppose."

Harry sighed. Together the boys began to think of ways how to use Harry's gift to their advantage, without getting in trouble and without anyone noticing Harry was a wizard.

It took some time, but finally Harry's eyes began to glitter. Maybe this prank business wasn't so bad.

The next morning Harry and Dudley looked forward for school again.

They were a bit nervous, but couldn't wait to set their plan in motion.

That morning Harry and Dudley were the first in their classroom. All was going according to plan. Dudley quickly covered Piers chair in glue, grinning maliciously. After that they slipped back out of class, waiting for school to begin outside on the playground. When Tim wanted to go in, they stopped him, telling him he might not want to go in yet, as not to make himself suspicious. The next 5 minutes Tim tried to get them to tell him, what they had done. The two boys however remained tight lipped.

When they saw their teacher on her way to their class room they hurried after her. They slipped into the classroom barely before their teacher. Trying to suppress their grins, as they saw Piers already sitting on his chair. He hadn't noticed the glue yet. Of course not, after all it was already dried.

They stood along their class mates to greet their teacher.

After that hey waited for a few minutes in the lesson, then Dudley nodded to Harry. It was time to make Piers day 'special'.

The black haired boy concentrated hard. He imagined the glue becoming fluid and drying again.

When Piers tried to shift in his seat, to his horror he could not. He tried to stand up, the chair stayed stubbornly glued to his jeans. Dudley and Harry suppressed their giggles.

"Mrs. Turner, Mrs. Turner! I can't get rid of the chair!", the boy called out. Interrupted mid speech the teacher looked at him in doubt.

"Piers, that is extremely funny, but I would like to continue our lesson now."

"No, really! I can't move!", Piers cried.

"Yes of course.", by now their teacher was clearly not amused. "You could stand just fine for the greeting, I am sure you will find that you can do so now too."

"No, really!", Piers insisted. "Look!"

Harry concentrated again and when Piers tried to stand up to prove his point, he found he could without problems.

The teacher shot the boy another angry look. "Now that that's settled I would like to continue with the lesson."

Dudley and Harry had real difficulties to keep quiet by now. Tim wore a little smile on his face.

That day was certainly a day to remember for Piers. Strange things kept happening to him.

When he tried to grab one of the other kids cars from the ground, his jeans ripped, his shoelaces kept opening and he tripped over small stones.

By the end of the day Piers was convinced he was haunted.

That night when he lay in his bed, Harry was happy, but exhausted. It had been a fun day, Dudley and him had come up with small pranks the whole time. Pranks, that were easy to disguise as bad luck. No one had suspected them, no one new knew about Harry's gift.

As he lay in bed his thoughts drifted to his parents. Would they approve of their actions? Certainly Piers had deserved it!

He knew from Petunia his mother had liked to play pranks too, when she was his age. What about his dad?

He only hoped they were proud of him.

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