A/N I, like many others, disagree with the amounts that Gallons, Sickles, and Nutts are worth. So, with the power of my handy dandy calculator, I figured that Galleons are worth about 100 pounds. (I'm using an american key board that doesn't have the symbol for British pounds on it. Sorry) That being the case, sickles are worth about 6 pounds and nuts are worth about .20 (cents? maybe pence?) This fits the 29 Nutt make 1 Sickle, 17 Sickles make 1 Galleon. Approximately. Also, I did some editing on the last chapter. I made certain numbers too high to be practical. Spot the difference! If you can! I'm kidding. It wont matter for this story any way.

Ronald Weasley was not happy. Less than two weeks into the school year and he was already behind on his homework. He blamed his mother, for not preparing him for all this effort. He also blamed Harry Potter for not being his friend. He was supposed to be the first real friend the hero child ever had. That's what his mother said. She's told him that he and Potter were destined to be close friends. Best friends. And his many letters home asking for her advise continued to reinforce this idea. Harry was just being difficult. That, and he had found himself some nerdy friends before Ron had been given a chance to show him what a real friend could be like. Ron huffed and paced the dorm room. The other Gryffindor boys didn't have much use for him. Even Longbottom, a squib, wouldn't associate with him. He was getting frustrated. That bloody muggleborn girl was a thorn in his side as well, but at least he could put himself firmly above her. He was a pureblood, after all. That had to count for something. No body seemed to care when he put her down, reminded her that he was better than her, even if it meant belittling her accomplishments. Most of their year mates thought she deserved it. The older students found her annoying as well, but they ignored her. Ron sighed and pulled out a parchment. He scrawled out another letter to him mother. He watched the owl take off from the Gryffindor Tower, his only comfort the fact that things couldn't get worse.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall.

Harry Black was a very happy young man. He'd been worried that the rumors of the Pranking Twin were only rumors. As he walked into the Great Hall, he knew them to be fact. All around him, people with multicolored hair sat eating breakfast. Most didn't even notice their hair.

"They must have put something in the food." Draco had caught up to him. He scanned the hall, looking for the twins. Harry did the same, though neither found the Weasley brothers. A thought struck Harry.

"Are you looking for a pair of red heads, like I am?" He asked. Draco raised an eye brow.

"Um. Yes. The Weasley twins are red-heads, after all." He said slowly. Harry grinned.

"Those two are clever. They probably walked into their own prank, to avoid suspicion. We're looking for red heads that may not be red heads right now." Harry said, one hand on his chin as he nodded in appreciation. Draco whistled, quite impressed.

"We need a way in." Draco's eyes were still covering the great hall. Harry nodded.

"Maybe we should just introduce ourselves." Harry suggested. Draco shook his head.

"Nah. That'd be too obvious. We need to be introduced to them, by someone they know would be best." Harry bite his lip. He couldn't think of anyone they knew that the Twins might know. At least, not any of their friends. All the Ravenclaws were fairly close, so he's spoken to the Quidditch team a least once before. It was only a couple weeks into the year though. Harry sighed.

"I'm sure the answer will hit us when we least expect it." Harry said, dragging Draco to the Ravenclaw table to get some breakfast.

A Week Later

Ron Weasley sat in the Gryffindor common room, slightly panicked about his quickly piling homework. Even now, he hadn't turned in anything remotely resembling homework. The Granger girl had been nagging him about it again, as well. This irritated him. He couldn't make friends with Potter, no matter how hard he tried, and now he was set to fail his classes. Ron slammed his book shut and groaned. No one paid any attention to him, which only upset him more. He missed his mother. She would have made him large plate of chocolate chip waffles and told him how everything would be alright. He'd tried to get the same from his brothers, but Percy just sneered at him. He didn't even want to think about what the twins did to him. He absentmindedly scratched himself, their prank still in effect. Then again, his mother probably wouldn't be so nice right now. She wasn't happy about his failures so far, and her last letter was a bit tense.

/Keep Trying!/

That's all she'd said to him. Ron sighed again, a little bit of a whine at the end. Several older students glared at him, causing him to shrink down in his seat. Suddenly, an idea hit him.

Potter! He's a 'Claw. 'Claws love homework! He can help and become my friend!

WIth that, Ron shoved his books and failed attempts at homework into his tattered bag. He all but ran out of the common room, high tailing it to the library. The Ravenclaws had to be in the Library.

Harry, Draco, Anthony, and Terry sat at the table they'd come to think of as their own. It was peaceful, the four boys working on various homeworks. They didn't talk much. They didn't need to. Harry was about to write that last sentence he needed to be done with the day. And then Weasley showed up.

"Hey Harry!" The ginger said cheerfully. Draco rolled his eyes.

"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco asked. Anthony looked up from his own work to watch. Terry didn't even bother. Weasley wasn't worth the effort.

"I was talking to Harry." Ron said, put out. Draco almost stood up and decked the kid, but Harry held him back.

"What. Do. You. Want." Harry made sure to say each word slowly, so Ron could understand him. Ron shuffled his feet.

"I…I need help with my homework." He said, staring at the ground. Harry and Draco looked at each other, surprised.

"Okay. What do you need help with?" Anthony spoke up. Draco held up on hand.

"Timeout. Wait over there, Weasley." Draoc pointed to a shelf on the other side of the library. Ron frowned, but walked over and waited. Draco continued. "Why are we going to help him?" All three of them stared at Anthony. Anthony shrugged.

"He's our in." He smiled. Draco and Harry met his smiled. Terry just shook his head.

"You guys are going to get us all in trouble with your crazy scheming. I'll sit this one out. I'm going to go up to the common room to finish my homework." Terry packed up, giving them a wink. Anthony, Draco, and Harry nodded, pleased that their alibi was set. Harry waved Ron back over.

"Alright. We'll help you." Harry started. Ron nearly jumped for joy.

"Oh thanks you guys! You don't know how bad I need help." He started taking parchments from his pack. Draco narrowed his eyes at him.

"Help. That's it. You have to do the work yourself." Draco stated. Ron's smile fell a little bit.

"Um. Right. I know that." Ron tried to hold back his frown. Maybe after he was their friend for a while they'd lighten up on that rule. He sat down infront of his parchments.

"Alright, "Harry reached over to look at what the boy had to do,"Wait…this is from the first week." Harry picked up a second parchment. "So's this one? Have you done any of your homework?" Ron flushed. He shook his head slowly. Anthony surprised a groan, suddenly regretting his idea. Harry put his head down in his hands. Draco bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling at the Weasley boy.

"Okay then. Let's get started." Harry looked up, digging in his own bag. He pulled out a folder containing all his notes so far. He handed them to Ron. "These notes have all the answers for Professor Lupin's worksheets. You do those while we sort through this mess. All the answers are there, you just have to look for them." Ron hesitated. He really didn't want to do all this work. But he had to be Harry's friend, so he relented. He took the notes and got started.

"Wait. We do have one more requirement." Anthony put his hand on the notes. Ron looked up, terrified that they'd ask him to write neatly, or smaller. Or worse, they wanted him to read something.

"W-what?" He squeaked. Suddenly, the friendly smile Anthony gave him didn't look so friendly.

"Introduce us to your brothers." The request was simple enough, but Ron had a nagging feeling that there was more going on. He shrugged it off.

"The twins? Sure. I can do that. But….I can only take two of you to the common room." There was no rule like that, but Ron hoped that he could limited down he competition for Harry's top friends. The Ravenclaws didn't find anything wrong with this. For the next few hours, Ron was given a crash course on the last three weeks. It was rough, and he didn't quite finish all his homework, but his teachers would be pleased that he could turn in most of it. The boys split ways, Harry passing a note off to Anthony as he headed back to the Ravenclaw dorms. Draco and Harry followed Ron back to the opposite tower. The Gryffindor Common room was far different from their own. Harry peered around the significantly smaller room. The chairs weren't quite as nice, the fire didn't heat as much of the room, even the walls were different. They were lined with paintings and shields, swords and the like. He and Draco found themselves very grateful for their given house.

"Oh Ronniekins," A voice called.

"Who are those lovely people with you…" A second chimed in.

"And why are they Ravenclaws…" The first continued. Harry blinked at the audio tennis match.

"In the Gryffindor Common room?" The first years turned around to face the voices. Two identical faces stared back at them. Harry's heart leapt.

"You're the Weasley twins." Hours from now, Harry would look back on this statement and wonder why he could't think of anything more clever to say.

"I'm Fred,"Said the left one.

"And He's George." The other finished. Harry nearly missed what was actually said. He and Draco exchanged a look.

"We're Harry and Draco Black." They said together. Ron frowned at this. He'd had no idea that Harry and Draco were so much like the twins.

"Hello Mister Black," George said, taking Harry's hand. At least, Harry thought it was George.

"And Hello Mister Black." Fred took Draco's hand. Then the two sets of brothers switched. Ron was left as a fifth wheel, but since he was standing next to Harry Potter, he didn't really care.

"Well, " said Harry as he stifled a fake yawn, "It's time we headed back to our own dorm. It was a pleasure meeting you both. Later Weasley..er..Ron." He and Draco climbed back out the portrait hole, grins glued to their faces. Tonight's recon was a successes.

Back in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Anthony and Terry stared at the note Harry had passed off to Anthony. It was a list of common muggle household items. This wasn't a shock. They needed the items for the prank they'd prepared for the Weasley twins. What was a shock were the ten golden gallons stuck to the note.

"Do..do you think he's serious?" Anthony asked, staring at the gold. Terry shrugged.

"He can't be. Ten gallons? For this stuff? I could almost buy a car with this much." Terry was in a state of shock. He'd never personally seen this much money before.

"I…I don't think either of them understand money. This… This could very well be pocket money for them." Anthony said, the colour draining away from his face. He knew his friends were wealthily, but to throw away what came out to be about £1000? He shuddered. They couldn't be that rich. Could they?

"You may be right Anthony. They may not know. We should buy the materials, and give them the change. It wouldn't be right to keep the change, as the note says." Terry held up the note to read it again.

30 Toothbrushes.

3lbs of flour.

20 packets of Grape Koolaide.

"What's koolaide?" Terry asked Anthony. Anthony Shrugged.

"No idea. We'll have to ask. It's not a muggle thing, as far as I know."

"Not a wizard thing either. Maybe it's a Black thing?" Neither boy could figure that one out.

Several Days Later.

Harry and Anthony stood inside the bathrooms for the third year Gryffindor boys. Terry and Anthony had come through with the items on the list, after Draco explained that koolaide was an American powdered drink. Harry busied himself filling shower heads with koolaide, while Terry spread the bristles from the toothbrushes on toilet seats. When he'd run out of packets, Harry began setting up the flour bags, charming them to fall once someone stepped out of the shower. The boys were in and out in a matter of minutes, the pair sneaking out of the Gryffindor dorms without being spotted. They made it back to Library where Draco and Terry were waiting.

"Well?" Draco demanded. Harry grinned.

"All set. Now we wait. Oh...We'll probably hit all of the boys in 3rd year dorms. Couldn't lock it to just them without magic." Harry helped them collect their school bags and his own. Terry and Draco were the alibi. The four of them had been studying in the library before breakfast. Without other witnesses. Madam Prince hadn't moved from her desk to look at them, and there wasn't anyone else here. It was a good alibi. Not that they expected to need one, but better safe than sorry. The four boys headed for the great hall. It was still fairly early, the only people in the hall being a couple of other Ravenclaws and Professors Lupin and Flitwick. The student body slowly trickled in, the earliest Gryffindors coming in almost an hour after the boys first sat down. Then they saw something they hadn't been expecting. A Gryffindor girl, Lavender somthing, came into the hall with purple stains in her normally lovely blonde hair. Fear gripped the boys. Did they hit the wrong bathroom? She wasn't among their intended victims, but there she was, clearly suffering the effects of the prank. She even smelled faintly of fake grape drink mix. Their fears faded when they saw Lee Jordan, someone they knew to be a friend of the twins, pulling clumps of soggy flour from his thick dread locked hair. The twins came in shortly after wards, itching themselves uncomfortable, with giant purple blotcheson their face and in their hair. Lavender also saw them. She stood up and tore into them, complaining that they ruined her perfect hair. She was joined by their year mates, who were less than pleased about the ruined showers. And the itching. Oh lord, the itching. Itching no Finite would end. The Ravenclaw boys could barely stiffle their laughter at the Twin's confused looks. One twin, possibly George, turned and looked at the Ravenclaw table. That proved to be too much for Harry and Draco, who nearly fell from their seat laughing. This et Anthony and Terry off, and soon the whole group was giggleing beneath the looming shadow of the Weasley Twins.

"It seem, dear brother, that we have just been issued a challenge." One said, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. The great hall fell silent.

"So it does appear, brother of mine." The other said, glaring at the first year boys still in the throes of laughter. Harry was the first to regain his composure.

"I have no idea what you two are talking about, but maybe you should be a little more careful. I've heard that the Marauders have retuned to Hogwarts." Harry said, glancing briefly at Lupin. The Defense Professor just sat smiling, proud as could be. The twins paled.

"The..."

"Marauders?"

"Are you serious?" Harry nodded to them. The twins turned around a whispered to themselves for a moment.

"We accept this challenge. Tell these Marauders that no one wins a war against the Weasley twins."

"Will do." Harry said. The twins wandered back to their table. Harry smirked at his friends. "Will do."

Mid October

They should have seen it coming. All the signs were there. The glances from the Twins should have been a warning. But they were confident. Overconfident. So when the socks of the Ravenclaw tower attacked, no one was prepared. Even Flitwick had been caught off guard, the tiny goblin man stumbling from his private rooms casting behind him like he was under siege. The whole house ended up crowded in the common room, furniture piled around them, casting stunners and other hexes at the army of socks that was closing in on them. It was hard to aim when you scratching furiously at what ever part of you came in contact with the devil sock, however. Those who weren't itching, were sleeping. Not all the socks were soaked in an itching potion. Some were loaded up with a light sleeping potion. There was a third group, a group locked in the bathrooms by the dorms. No one wanted to think about the horrors those unfortunate students faced.

"They're just charmed to move! Hit them with Finite!" One of the seventh years shouted. Soon, the socks began to fall. Flitwick was proud of the fast thinking of his students, though ashamed he hadn't thought of it.

A staff meet took place several hours later. Professor Dumbledore looked down at Flitwick with great amusement.

"Socks, you say? The whole house? Very interesting." His eyes twinkled away.

"Yes socks. And not a damned on belonged to one of my students. In fact, I believe the ones now framed on the wall of the common room are a pair of your socks, headmaster." Flitwick grinned a toothy grin. Some of the seventh years had claimed the wooly socks as a trophy, a symbol honour after the Great Sock War of '91, as they were calling it now. the headmaster's smile didn't fade.

"That's a worthy place for such socks. One of my best pair, if it's the ones I'm thinking of." He said. The aftermath wasn't much, as most of the 'Claws had been hit with the itching potions. A quick neutralising potion from Madame Pomphry was all it took to fix that. Those that had been hit with the sleeping potions were currently sleeping it off in their own beds. The only ones Dumbledore was even a little concerned for were those still stuck in the bathrooms. They were a unfortunate accident. Turns out the potions for itching and sleeping didn't mix well. They would be under Poppy's observation for a least two more days, to ensure there wasn't more damage. Dumbledore's train of thought was derailed by the entrance of Minevra McGonagall.

"Hello, Mievra dear. What can I do for you?" Dumbledore never let on that she had snuck up on him. The strict woman held a Weasley twin by the elbow in each hand.

"The masterminds behind the Sock incident." McGonagall said, thrusting the two third years forward. They shared a cheeky grin. They weren't even going to try to deny it.

"Well, boys. Because of the damages done to those who ended up very ill because of your stunt, I should expel you." Dumbledore said. The twin's faces dropped. That wasn't quite what they'd expected. Dumbledore continued. "However, I have reason to believe that that was an accident." The twins nodded furiously. They never meant to hurt anyone. Dumbledore looked pleased by their response. "Very well, you two shall have three months detention. It seems a bit steeper than your usual punishments, so maybe you'll learn your lesson this time."

"Yes Professor Dumbledore." They chimed at once. Mcgonagall released them. They started for the door.

"One more thing, gentlemen." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled a bit brighter. The twins paled.

"Y-yes?" Fred asked, being the only one brave enough to speak.

"I ask that you return all the socks you stole. Not mine, of course. They are fine where they are." The boys sighed with relief, and left the office.

"I'll make sure they do as you ask, Headmaster." McGonagall said, turning to leave.

"Minevra, I think you should return this pair personally." Flitwick handed her a pair of lacy pink and purple stockings. Minevra glowed bright red for a moment. She snatched the stockings away and left quickly. The door shut behind her and Dumbledore broke into jolly laughter, accompanied by Flitwick.

A/N I'm having to update this chapter to add this, as I am unable to post new chapters. I'm not sure what's going on, or why I'm not able to put new chapters up. I'll get it sorted out as soon as I can, and I should have at least two new chapters for you when I do.