James and Fred were both paranoid during their breakfast. It was the second day. Oh those two were on the look out. Growing up, they were best friends. She was the kind one, the one that never got in trouble, the one who had the most sheltered life. Then she met those two trouble makers. Mallory found them behind the Quiditch supply shed at Grandma Weasley's, those two were trying to find out how to work an extendable ear.

"No no no." Mallory told them as they put the non ear side on a bug and Fred had his mouth up to the ear side and opened his mouth. She yanked the toy out of his hands.

"That'll hurt him." She explained.

"What are you doing here?"James asked rudely looking at the girl, probably the same age as him with black hair.

It was sorta obvious she, or her mother cared about her appearance with the sea blue dress and her hair done nicely into two braided pigtails. One odd thing though, she wasn't wearing shoes.

"Your gran invited me and my dad." She struck out her hand for a shake. Both Fred and James looked at it dumbly neither one of them taking hold of the hand she offered. Mallory put down the hand she offered. "What's your name."

"I'm James Sirius Potter the second." He announced proudly.

"Frederick Weasley the second." She raised both her eye brows at them two.

"Wait your middle name is Sirius." She giggled at the oddity of a name. James grew defensive and looked hurt he clenched his fist remembering what his parents told him, to not hit girls. His mother told not to because they'll hit back, his father told him that it made him weaker.

"What's your name?" Fred asked rather rudely. Trying to get his friend to not hit the girl.

"Mallory." She told the two who had proudly given their names and now felt embarrassed wondering if she was named after anyone.

"Well Mallory," the two said sarcastically, "do you know any pranks?" She shook her head no.

"What do you do for fun?" James asked.

"I like to look for things, not anything in particular just... things. Oh and plants I love plants and flowers oh and vegetables." She said excitedly.

The two look at each other before Fred said "Let's teach you how to have fun"

That night those three found a gigantic mud puddle and slid in it, went inside and played on every single bed. Mallory completely ruined the dress her step mother gave to her. She felt bad for it but the guilt went away looking at her father laughing , Fred's dad smirking saying congratulations. James's mother scolded him though.

Ever since then whenever she came over (ever Friday night for six years) they would pull a prank. Honestly Mallory couldn't pull one on her own, but she had Louis's help... he couldn't pull a good prank either.

"Fred, she won't, Mallory won't do it." James assured himself. "Not on her own." A thought struck Fred. Oh no, not on her own.

"James, our dad's." Fred says looking at James in fear.

"Even worse. Our mom's." For a fearful moment the two imagined their parents, coming into Hogwarts yelling at them for pranking family and friends. Oh they would get an earful and a pat on the back. They have a confusing family. Suddenly the owls came. At least eight of them were howlers. Four for James, and four for Fred. All of them fell into their oatmeal.

"You first." James urged his flame haired friend to go first. Picking at random Fred grabbed the one on top not covered with oatmeal.

"Frederick Fabian Weasley!" The voice of Roxanne Weasley yelled to her son. "How dare you prank that poor sweet girl! And your cousin, you know about the thing, that was cruel! ... Your dad will have words with you... no George you can't tell him good job!" The letter ripped it's self to shreds.

"Just like his uncle." One of the teachers murmured.

"And father." Professor Longbottom stated laughingly before silence fell upon them.

James opened the next one. "James Sirius Potter!" Came the booming voice of James's dad. "What were you thinking, no you weren't thinking. I'm pretty sure if you were we wouldn't be her now would we. Gosh you're just like your Grandfather! Don't do it again!" Harry Potter was never good at chastising, but James didn't like the last comment. He had never met his grandpa, his dad has never met his father.

The both opened the next one at the same time and they were exact opposites. "Good job Fred!" Came George's voice. "How dare you!" Came Ginny's yell. "I must say this is the last line for you." Ginny's yell echoed the great hall. "I can't believe to actually worked." It went on like that for another four minutes.

"Well look at that." Rose Weasley said sliding in next to them. Their timid, red headed, cousin was the first in her year and she needed to be. She had to be first. Or at least that's what she believed she needed to be. "It's not even the middle of the second term and you two cause mass mayhem."

"I wouldn't call it mass mayhem." Fred insisted.

"More like tremendous embarrassment." James supplied.

"Exactly."

For Rose those two were more annoying than anything, but what happened next was more humorous than the two were annoying. Mallory was running, practically dragging Louis along and they were both panting.

"Oh," she wheezed, "they already... opened them." Some of the kids from Hufflepuff giggled, most from Ravenclaw openly smiled, Slytherin's snickered, while all of the Gryffindor's openly laughed.

"You!" James yelled standing up.

"Which one?" Louis sarcastically questioned.

"Mallory Stella Longbottom, you snitched." Fred yelled his voice echoing off the walls of the great hall, he got that ability from his aunt.

"No, I just told my favorite Grandma Weasley about the predicament she put us in and then she told the entire family." Louis told the two. By now Rose and Albus, who had came here with his friend, Scorpios, where both laughing and had fallen on the floor in their laughing fit. Fred and James's eyes were twitching. Fred's face was a very ugly shade of purple while James's was a deep, almost Weasley red.

"Mallory," the timid blonde haired Slytherin spoke for the first time to Mallory, which made her head shoot to his direction at an insane speed, "run."

She did, and boy would she and her part veela companion be sore in the morning.

Question of the Chapter:Who thinks that Harry Potter shaped an entire generation?