I put the last timed spell on Dumbledore's plate and smirk at the boys. Remus nods and goes back to his parchment, which held all of his calculations and little details that had been worked out. Sirius gives a smirk of his own and finishes working on the doors, whistling a tune as he walks towards the group once he finished. Peter keeps watch on the teacher's entrance, knowing that one of them could walk in at any moment. James flies down from the rafters, smiling the entire way.

I shake my head, this has to be one of the most complex pranks ever pulled. Glancing outside, I reason that it's around four in the morning and that we should be getting back to the tower before Minnie makes her rounds.

"Come on boys, Minnie is going to be up and about in a few, we need to get back to the tower," I say.

Remus nods, rolling up his paper. The rest of the Marauders follow and soon we're heading out the doors.

"Oh! Wait a moment!" Remus whispers, turning back toward the hall. He flicks his wand, muttering a spell, and a bright orange spell flies out of it and moves to the middle of the room before dissipating. "Ok, now we can leave."

The five of us sneak back up to the tower, only having one close call with Mrs. Norris, but she's easily taken care of. Once in the tower we end up in the boy's dorm where we all just burst out laughing.

"Oh Merlin! Who knew that you'd use that spell?" James says between laughter.

I pat Remus on the back, "You know, I thought that you'd take your prefect duty a lot more seriously than that."

Remus shrugs, "I've lived with these three for too long to ever completely go turncoat. Besides, if I give them exercise in pranking then they'll be more likely to listen to me in the future."

"Ah, that's quite cunning of you Messer Moony!" James says.

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to Sirius's trunk and pull it away from the wall, ignoring his indignant cries. I tap my wand against the proper brick and then pull out a couple of bottles of liquor, tapping one of them so it disappears into my trunk. As I straighten, I hold up the mead that they got from Rosemerta and the Firewhiskey from Aberforth.

"Who's up for some fun?"

Remus gives me the look of 'You know better than that!', but I ignore that and just toss him the mead.

~+~ Sirius's POV ~+~

Groaning, I place a pillow over my head. What the fuck were we thinking? Thinking back, I try to count how many drinks I'd had, but can't remember if I'd had another one after six. Of course it could be that we were drinking it unmeasured, which usually means that one drink would be equal to three or four shots.

I decide that it would probably be better to just face the day and pull the pillow off my face and look around. The dorm was a mess, and Remus is going to kill us. He usually makes us keep the dorm looking somewhat neat, that way he can walk around without tripping to his death. At least that's the reason he gives us.

Pillows, bedding, books, parchment, and, oddly enough, dog hair was everywhere. Peter was curled up under his bed with a bucket next to him. James was laying on his bed the wrong way, his head down by where his feet normally go. Remus was the only normal one of us, though that idea was quickly disrupted by the lacy black bra that was hanging off of one of his bedposts. I give a slight chuckle, which stops the moment I observe my own sleeping position.

Ann lay next to me on her side, one of her arms thrown over my stomach. My eyes widen for a moment and I quickly try to remember what happened last night. I don't remember anything like that happening, and we're both fully clothed excepting our shoes, which were on top of Remus's bookcase for some reason. Sitting up, I shake Ann, trying to wake her.

"Ann, wake up!" I hiss in her ear.

She groans, "Padfoot, shut up before I disembowel you."

"Ann!" I snap, keeping my voice low enough so as not to wake Remus.

Her eyes snap open to glare at me before she flips over with a pitiful moan.

"Did anything…we didn't…er…did we?"

"No," she says, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow, "We didn't have sex, nor did we even think about it. The boys thought that we were going to at one point, but we got them with a damn good hex. I stayed here so that Evans wouldn't smell the alcohol on me."

"And the reason you picked my bed?"

"It's most comfortable and you were having a nightmare. It was the only way to keep you quiet."

I nod, not even thinking about how she wouldn't be able to see the motion, before getting out of bed, "Well, I'm going to grab a shower. I suppose you know your way around well enough that you don't need anything?"

She moves her head enough so that I can see half of her face. Her eyes are more violet today and are still a bit muddled, but the mischief spark is still there. Then she smirks. "Ok honey, see you at breakfast."

I glare at her for the 'honey' comment before walking into the bathroom, muttering under my breath about various things. I put the water on scalding and relax as it burns into my back, waking me up and snapping the hangover away. There was only one way to be instantly brought out of a hangover, and that was to have McGonagall banging on your door demanding to know why you're not in class. Luckily, we were up early enough to avoid that today. I get out of the shower and dry off, dressing quickly so that I can clean up some of the mess that is in the dorm.

Entering the dorm, I find it in a far different state than when I'd left. Everything was back to normal. Peter was even asleep on his bed and James was flipped back over. Walking over to my bed, I find a piece of parchment on it, the ink only just drying.

Sirius,

Calm down, Merlin, you're gonna be worse than Remus if you don't watch it. Everything's taken care of and there's nothing for you to worry your pretty little head off. See you at breakfast darling'.

Ann

I roll my eyes at the note and throw it into the fire. Of course she would be functioning faster than any of us. We'd asked her once how she didn't get horrible hangovers like we did. She'd smirked and said it was the Irish in her. Remus had scoffed at that and said that her family was most likely just so full of alcoholics that it was now a genetic trait to be immune to alcohol. Ann just shrugged and said that was also likely.

Walking around the room, I wake the boys as loudly as possible, earning glares and garbled threats. When they're all awake enough to listen, but not moving enough I just stand in the middle of the room and shrug.

"Fine, don't blame me when McGonagall comes knocking on the door again, wondering why you're not in class," I say. Those words seem to be precisely what was needed, as all three of them shoot up and start getting ready for the day. "I'll wait downstairs."

When I arrived in the common room it was to find that Evans was whispering furiously at Ann, who seemed to care less and was playing with a small ball of light in her palm. Deciding that it would be better to leave the girls to it, I sit at one of the tables, setting my feet on the table and watching the comings and goings of the people around me. I feel an odd mixture of excitement and dread at the upcoming prank. Since we don't want to get caught, the five of us have to take a swan dive and let ourselves get caught up in the madness too. When the rest of the guys come downstairs, I nod and follow them out. Remus looks impeccable as always, but he also looks very annoyed.

"Stop running down the hall with that, you'll poke an eye out!" he snaps at some second years running around with a Party-More Piñata Popper, one of the more…lackluster…Zonko's joke products.

James chuckles, "Have a rough night Remmy?"

Remus grumbles and hits him on the head before stalking off to tell off some fifth years picking on a third year.

"So you couldn't save me from Evans's grasp?" Ann grumbles as she walks up.

I smirk, "You looked like you were handling it well."

She smacks me in retaliation and then pulls out one of her books. I recognize it as one from the Mansion and chuckle.

"I thought we'd curbed you from that habit," I mutter, trying to make it so that James and Remus don't hear. I understood why Remus was against thievery, but not so much with James. I guess it was just a Potter thing.

"Yeah well, the book is good and I wasn't done with it. Besides, I doubt that your family will even notice that it's gone," she whispers back.

"Probably not. So when did you snag it?"

"The night before we left."

I nod and then glance at the doors of the Great Hall. The five of us have come to a complete halt. Evans walks up to Remus and starts to talk with him. Then, as one group we step through the door.

~*+)o(+*~ Third Person POV ~*+)o(+*~

Into the Great Hall step Van Helsing, Sherlock Holmes, Busujima Saeko, the Black Spy, Cameron Cortez, and Hawkeye Pierce.

"What happened?" Cameron shouts, before turning to the others, "You did this! I know you did!"

Holmes raises an eyebrow, "And what proof do you have for that deduction? Have we not been affected by this…thing…too?"

Cameron's eye twitches before she throws up her arms and walks away in a huff to sit next to the White Spy.

Hawkeye watches her walk away before shrugging, "Come on men, and lady, let's have some breakfast and get on with the day."

The five sit at Gryffindor table and after ten minutes the lights in the Great Hall dim. The Sorting Hat appears in the middle of the Staff table. The teachers start to chatter about that, apparently the Hat's MIA status had been noted, before the Hat shushes them.

"I have been given the proud job of announcing to you that you have been changed into someone from a fictional universe. You are to find out the weakness of this character that most resembles one of your weaknesses. Until you are able to do this, you will be in the form of this character," the Hat says, "If you are unaware of your character you will find a biography of them in your first class. Best of luck to you!"

Van Helsing frowns, "Well that's different than what I thought would happen."

"What, did you think that it was going to sing a song?" Saeko asks. Van Helsing gives her a glare to which she raises and eyebrow and smirks.

"Who are we anyway?" The Black spy questions.

Holmes smirks, "If you don't know you'll find out in the first class of the day. Which is Transfiguration, so we'd better hurry if we don't want to upset our dear Professor."

Right as they all move to leave, Saeko pulls out her practice sword and holds it out to her right.

"Umm…whoever you are…stop scaring the children," Van Helsing says.

"This man was about to attack you when your back was turned," Saeko says, "I suggest that you leave my friends alone."

The person, dressed up in a weird orange jumpsuit, nods quickly and backs away.

Saeko smiles at the other people before sheathing her sword and walking away.

AN/ So my entire plot, path, whatever, for this prank ended up deleating itself from my compu,ter and now I can't remember what the bloody heck happened. Anyway, I want to give thanks to those people who reviewed, it's always nice to get feedback. Also, sorry I didn't update for such a long time. I'd meant to, but I left my flashdrive with the story on it at my dorm.

For anyone interested, here's a list of the other identities that the characters had. If you want, leave a review with your guesses as to who is who. Extra points to whoever gets them right! People with an * didn't show in the scene but had a character picked for them.
Van Helsing, Sherlock Holmes, Hawkeye Pierce, Busujima Saeko, Cameron Cortez, The Black Spy, The White Spy, Oompa Loompa*, Moriarty*, Queen of Hearts*, Hamlet*, Catwoman*