The days went on and the pranks came coming thick and fast. The five boys would try to continue with their own prank war but they were having certain difficulties. The difficulties came in the form of pranks from a mysterious source. After a week of horrible pranks, several of which were really quite cruel, the boys decided to call a truce until they had discovered the perpetrators of the anonymous prankster. After all, they were all in the same boat, and the pranks were directed at all five of them.
Hermione was crabbier than ever as she clearly hadn't forgiven the boys for making fun of her feminine problems. She was hanging out with the girls a lot more than usual as well. They had barely seen her. And, although Ron said this was a vast improvement, they all began to miss her. And the boys couldn't think what had happened. Yeah, they'd made fun of her, but they'd done that loads of times.
Harry had noticed that Hermione and Ginny seemed to be missing from the common room several nights running. Fred and George reported that their girlfriends seemed to be avoiding them as well and Draco couldn't work out where Pansy was sneaking off to every night.
Draco ate on the Gryffindor table a lot at the moment and as the five sat there they thought over their two problems. Where the girls were and who was pranking them. Harry pulled out the Marauders Map.
"They're nowhere in sight. They're not in here and I can't find them." Harry said pouring over it.
"Guys, you don't reckon it's the girls pranking us do you?" Draco asked.
"They wouldn't."
"Then why do they keep sneaking off? Something's going on here. Something not right." Draco said suspiciously.
A moment later the candles in the great hall went off.
Red letters formed over the doors.
We know you're all wondering who we are.
So we'll leave some clues for you.
Not that you're clever enough to work them out.
But nevertheless, we'll see it through.
Our first clue is:
Our numbers match yours
As do our years,
To find us out
Look among your peers.
Confused? We knew you would be.
Work it out and you will find the key
We who trick you so well
Hold you under our spell.
Dead silence met these verses and they faded into the blackness. Then the candles suddenly sprang to life again and everyone jumped.
"Our numbers match yours, as do our years. Look among your peers. Hold us under their spell. Riddles. Where's Hermione when you need her? She's good at riddles." Harry said, leaning on his hands.
"Peers- that would mean someone in our year." Draco said.
"But we're not all in the same year." George pointed out.
"True. What could they mean then?" Ron pointed out.
"Their numbers match ours- that means there's five of them. Their years- means they're in the same years as us. Under their spell. No idea what that means." Fred deduced.
The poem was right, there were absolutely confused.