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Chp-2

It happened today. I mean, I was innocently walking to my class in the morning completely normally, not suspecting a thing. Then suddenly *BAM* the whole corridor was engulfed in pink smoke. Yes, pink smoke. It took a second for me to realize exactly who was behind this. At first I thought that this was the lamest joke that Ted Jordan had ever pulled. I mean there was quite a lot of chaos in the corridor but it wasn't funny at all. It wasn't even clever.

Then the smoke began to clear. Now I was confused. If someone goes through the effort of creating so much of smoke, then why would they clear it themselves? There was no way the teachers could have come so fast. I mean, we were talking of mere minutes here. I realized that I was in trouble as soon as I regained my eyesight.

All the statues in the corridor- and there were quite a few- had been completely transformed. This was the bizarre sight greeting all the students on the corridor left to the potions room- The statue of the two gargoyles was completely green in colour and were wearing over-sized diapers, the silver knight of amour next to them was a sequenced yellow dress, and the tiny little stone wall on the ceiling was covered in graffiti. It wasn't very polite graffiti either.

The truth is that the corridor looked ridiculous. And that is the understatement of the year. I have to admit even I felt like laughing a little. Anyway, I tried to pretend as if nothing happened and walked myself over to Binn's class.

Professor Binn started the class as usual despite the fact only about half the class was present. The rest of them came and placed themselves about five minutes later, and even then the entire room was buzzing about the spectacle outside of the classroom. In spite of all this commotion Professor Binn did not notice a thing and read his notes just as he did every day. I have no idea how someone can possibly be so oblivious to his surroundings but then again, Professor Binn did die about a hundred years ago.

I was happily sitting and taking some notes trying to block out the unpleasant memories of earlier today, when a piece of paper came and fell on my lap. I looked behind me and found myself staring back at the hazel eyes of James Potter.

I debated whether to open and read the note or to just tear it and throw it away. I decided on the former.

So, still don't want help?

These were the four simple words written across the piece of paper. Of course I need help, I need all the help in the world but I'd rather die than admit that to you Potter. Extremely calmly I scribbled across a reply:

No Potter, I don't want to give you any more reason to irritate me and considering the fact that I find it hard to spend half a minute with you, the odds of me ever taking your help are very slim. But still, if I ever have a change of heart I will definitely let you know.

He wrote back:

Come on Evens, I know you need help and you know you need help, so why the wait?

I can't believe it. I mean, yes the chances of me winning are less but that does not mean that no matter what, I will end up taking his offer. He is a known bighead though.

For you information Potter, I have lots of ideas as per what to do and very soon I will be working on them. So, contrary to what you think I do not need your help. Now stop passing notes and let me concentrate in class.

His reply came quickly:

I wish I could believe that, but I can't. Don't worry Evan's, I'm on the rescue. Just wait and watch what I do.

Lucky for me, as soon as I read that note, the bell rang. Honestly speaking, now I am positively scared about what Potter has got up his sleeve but let's just pretend as if that never happened.

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"Ugh, Phee it is so irritating, everywhere I go people seem to be talking about my bet with Jordan or about how awesome the prank he pulled today was. Do something, I mean you are my best friend. It is your duty to help me out in situations like this." I said. Sophia and I were sitting in the common room on our usual seats by the fire, doing our potions homework. Well, not really; I don't think any one of us had moved past the first sentence on the oh-so-interesting uses of the cheering charm. Speaking of which, I really could use one.

"I have already told you what I think you should do in order to win but when I made my suggestion you were ready to transfigure me into a plum cake and eat the whole thing by yourself." Much to my chagrin Sophia and I do not have mutual feelings about James Potter; she actually likes him despite everything he does to me.

"Sophia, I told you never to make that suggestion again but you still keep on repeating it. I mean, which part of 'I hate James Potter' do you not understand?"

"The hate part," she replied," he is not that bad you know, once you get to know him."

"Define that bad; because according to me it has been proven that he is an arrogant piece of toe rag."

"Whatever Lily. You know, I heard that Jamey Hudson has started a betting booth on who will win the challenge. I think has an entire chart and all recording everything, and all the odds of who will win."

"You have got to be kidding me. I know that everyone here at Hogwarts' makes a big deal of everything but don't you think this is too much? I mean a betting booth. Really?"

"Yeah, but you know it can be fun." Sophia said with the hint of a smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask narrowing my eyes.

"Nothing, nothing." she said hastily, "Now, let's tackle all that homework."

Great, now I have to watch out for whatever crazy thing Potter is going to do and whatever my best friend meant when she spoke about fun. Just when I thought my life could not get worse.

A/N: So what do you all think? Please let me know in a review. And as you all can seem to come up with a decent prank and need your help. So please, if you have any ideas about what Lily or Ted or James can do please, please, please let me know.

Thanks a lot to everyone who favourited, alerted or reviewed. Sorry for the late update, but I can't help it, I had a show last night and I had been practicing for it till eleven at night for the past week. Thankfully, everyone enjoyed it. :D I know that all this is still no reason for late updates and I would like to apologise once again. :(

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