I was panicking. I have an hour before my potions lesson, and I haven't read a page of the textbook about that. I hurriedly grabbed my potions textbook and started speed reading, my eyes flicking back and forth between each sentence. I checked my watch. Ten minutes left to get to class.

I arrived just on time. I hurriedly grabbed a seat by the Slytherin table without even looking at who my partner was. I was just relaxing, when I felt a hand close around mine. I jumped, spinning around.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, you scared me half to death!" He only chuckled, before giving me a wink. I was about to slap him when Snape walked in, robes swirling around him in an intimidating way. However, I wasn't even fazed by his appearance. He made his boring little speech, before turning to Harry.

"Potter!" He barked. "Where would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Poor Harry was looking very flustered. I raised my hand, as did a girl with bushy ginger hair.

"I don't know, sir," He admitted.

"Tut, tut," Snape sneered. "Apparently fame isn't everything." I heard snickers from my fellow Slytherins and couldn't help cracking a smile myself.

"Let's try again, Potter. Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Harry didn't look anymore better than he did last question, nor did better. "I don't know, sir." He said again. This time the Slytherins and me openly laughed, my hand still up in the air.

"Thought you wouldn't have to open a book before coming to Hogwarts, did you Potter?"

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, Potter?" Snape asked again.

Harry looked like as if he was going to burst. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, SIR, SO STOP FUCKING PICKING ON ME AND ASK SOMEONE ELSE!"

The class was dead silent, ready for Snape's outburst. Instead, he simply said, "Detention, Potter. Now, let's see whether your sister knows the answers."

Confidently, I spoke, loud and clear. "Draught of the Living Death. A goat's stomach. Nothing."

Malfoy whistled beside be. "Damn, Potter."

Snape looked pleased. "All Correct. Thirty points to Slytherin."

I grinned broadly, smirking smugly at Harry who scowled. I made a funny mocking face, to which Malfoy laughed at.

"Now, if you would please pay attention Mr. Potter, I would like to say that today we would be making a cure for boils. Recipe found in Magical Drafts & Potions. You may begin."

I immediately moved to grab the ingredients, but was stopped by Malfoy. "I'll get them." He spoke, looking deep into my eyes. I tossed by head back. "I am perfectly capable, Malfoy. Now if you would please move." I refuse to let someone else do my part. He chuckled. "Alright, alright."

Soon, we have a wonderful potion sitting in front of us. We were the first ones to finish.

"Look over here, class. As you can see, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Potter have completed their potion."

The entire class was now looking towards us, surprise and awe in their gazes.

I noticed a girl who was glaring hatefully at me, leaving her potion unattended. It immediately began to sizzle, and I pointed my finger down so she could attend to it.

Then I heard a "OUCH!" Then an explosion. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table, where Seamus had blown up his potion and is now covered in boils.

Snape immediately whisked away our potion, giving it to Seamus. The potion worked spectacularly. Snape smiled a rare, thin smile before dismissing us.

I sat down exhausted by the end of the day. Flying lessons was very eventful, since Harry, once again, had to play hero.

Then suddenly, I heard a shriek. Pansy stumbled out of the shower, her hair stained red. I was about to laugh, but then three more shrieks erupted. I recognised them as Himalaya Clearlake, Lorander Sanders, and Loriander Sanches.

They stumbled out of their dorms, their hair a mess, eyes wild. "Fred and George Weasley. They put rats in our dorms." Loriander muttered.

"Fred and George Weasley, huh?" I murmured. The famous Weasley twins. Well, I could do better. "I've got an idea. How about we form our own pranking group? Just don't mention our group to anyone. Keeps up the suspense a bit." I winked.

The three girls grinned. "Perfect. We just need a leader, a symbol, and a name."

"A name, huh." I mused, playing around with our names a bit. Nothing seemed right, before a name popped into my mind. "The Thunderstorms!" I said out loud.

The girls nodded. "Now, leader and symbol?" Lorander asked.

Himalaya rolled her eyes. "Well obviously, it's going to be Shade. As for the symbol, a thundercloud with a lightning bolt running through it, with a fading crown in the background."

"Perfect!" Lorander cheered.

I smirked. "Let's come up with a plan first, then kick some Weasley ass!"

We put our hands together. "GO THUNDERSTORMS!" We cheered.

I stayed up later than usual to write out our pranking plan. I planned one for tomorrow, with my group's consent.

We plan to sneak out at two in the morning, sneak over to Gryffindor tower with our super speedy firebolts Loriander lent us, with hoods covering our faces and a crown on my head.

We then bewitched the armchairs to collapse when one sits on it, dumping he or she into an empty basement we set up. When he or she lands in the basement, our symbol will appear, making our mark. This was for tonight. Tomorrow, we'll wake up early to work on the Great Hall.

This is our plans:

Monday: Armchairs in GCR.

Tues: Non-venomous snakes on GT.

Wed: Eagle to Raven badges.

Thurs: Blank pages in a RWBK

Fri: Badger roar for the Puffs.

Sat: Black and white puff hair

We have to keep our list pretty simple so in case someone takes it, they won't get anything we write on here. Only when the paper meets our fingerprints, it will elaborate so we know what we're doing.

"Everyone ready?" I asked, pulling on my black cloak with hood, placing my crown on my head. They nodded, pulling on their own hoods. "Let's go." I whispered, just as the clock struck two.

We took our firebolts, opened up the window, flying to Gryffindor Tower. We placed our firebolt inside a bush, then went through a window. We landed directly inside the common room. I took some time to scan the room.

The Gryffindor Common Room is nothing like ours. I was cozy, and very warm. I nodded toward the armchairs.

I moved one of them and cut out the square slab of ground under it. The square fell away, revealing an empty space. Muttering a spell, I set up our thundercloud. Perfect. I then place the armchair back again, levitating it a little so it doesn't fall back into the basement… yet.

I nodded sharply as the others finished their work, and we made our leave, flying into the cool night air.

Harry's P.O.V

The next morning as I walked into the Great Hall, I noticed how the Gryffindors were crowded together, shooting glances. "What happened?" I asked. Fred and George looked at each other grimly. "It has come to our attention that-" Fred started, "We're being pranked." George finished.

"By who?" I asked.

"This, we do not know. But, yesterday night, someone bewitched the ground under our armchairs. When we sat on them, we fell right through. We landed in a basement, but, there was a mark. A glowing thundercloud with a lightning bolt running through, and a fading crown in the background."

I gasped. "I see. Yesterday at two-thirty, I saw the window opened and four dark figures flying across the sky. I only managed to catch a gleaming crown, and a flash of golden hair."

Just as I was about to take a sip of my pumpkin juice, a snake came out of it. I leaped back, shocked. "Ahh, finally. New friendsssssss." The snakes hissed. Startled yells was now spreading across the Gryffindor table.

"I'm sorry, but who sent you?" I hissed in parseltongue. "That I cannot tell, for it is wished to be kept secret by The Thunderstormssss." "The Thunderstorms! That explains the mark. And I see the mark on the snake's skin!" I thought.

I narrowed my eyes. There is only one person besides him who knows how to speak parseltougue. His sister, Shade Potter.