I lazed around bored, wishing I could do something fun. I've gotten bored of pranking already, they just result in the victim screaming then forgetting about it in the next hour or so. So far I've turned Lockhart's hair green, charmed a portrait of his to a picture of Lockhart with a snake body (that earned a lot of laughs), somehow managed to give Granger cat ears (since she already have a cat face and a tail anyways), but that was quickly cured by Madam Pomfrey much to my annoyance. What should I do next? Then it clicked. I remembered the day Weasel got a howler from his mom for driving that crazy flying car, it was hilarious. So I've decided on what I was going to do for my next prank, I'm going to give out howlers to random people, even maybe a few professors (*cough* *cough* Lockhart). The question is, how and where am I going to get howlers?

That also left me with another question. Do phones work in Hogwarts? I've been trying to find the time to try it out but never seem to find the time. Well, now's a good time.

I opened my phone and opened up Google. The thing is, as soon as I was about to search up something, a pop-up appeared saying "You are using Hogwarts World Web. Searches you make here won't go into your browser history. Files you make here will be temporary. Enjoy the Hogwarts World Web."

I gasped. Awesome! I pressed on the search tab and searched up "Howlers and where to get them. Immediately, about ten websites came up. I looked at the first one which seems promising. Hogwarts Internet Store. Hmm. Sounds interesting. When I opened the webpage, I was surprised to find a whole section for pranking materials. There was also a section for letter making with the link to the howler section at the bottom. I smirked. Perfect...

Harry's P.O.V

I sat with my head on my desk as Lockhart droned on about the quests he went on. Didn't he already do enough to prove the point that he's an egotistic arrogant prick? The singing valentines were enough. Now he goes on bragging about the amazing missions "he" went on. I call that bullshit. He couldn't even banish those Cornish Pixies! What a joke. Suddenly, an owl swooped in carrying a red envelope and dropped it on Lockhart's head before flying out of the window. I almost laughed out loud if it wasn't for the glare Hermione gave me. Lockhart got a howler! Lockhart held the howler in surprise before smiling delightfully. "Oh look boys and girls! Someone gave me an howler! Probably going to rant about how awesome I am. I'll just open it now...

When he opened it however, a colorful array of fireworks exploded from it, sizzling his hair which burned at the ends. "Wow... How colorful!" Lockhart clapped his hands. I scoffed. Does he even know how a howler works? Lockhart stared at the red envelope in his hand. "Er why is it still smoking?" Then the envelope formed in the shape of a mouth and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Well hello, Gilderoy. I can see that you're still an arrogant prick who apparently needs to be taken down a peg or two. Well that's what I'm doing, isn't it? You see, this is a howler. you know, a red envelope that takes shape in the shape of a mouth when opened? No of course not. You don't know about anything except yourself. Wait, screw that. You don't even know anything about yourself! You think you are God's gift to Earth. Well, you're wrong. We can't stand you. None of us can, except for a couple of fangirls. Well what's the use of fangirls if you have nine-tenths of the entire Wizarding World hating on you?"

The entire class laughs as Lockhart turned into a deep shade of red. Lockhart furiously stood up, shaking his fist at the red envelope which was still laughing mockingly at him. "HOW DARE YOU!" He roared, panting heavily. "HOW DARE YOU! ANSWER ME!" The class was in hysterics. I had to bite down on my fist to keep from laughing for Hermione's sake who was glaring at the red howler as if she's just going to march right over and rip it up.

The howler started talking again, this time using an amused voice. "Oh Gilderoy. This is not how a howler works. You can't just shake your fist at it and expect an answer. How can anyone so "great" not know what a howler is? Pity. Your old age must be getting to you." The howler then ripped itself up.

Gilderoy looked at the class. "Er- Let's continue, shall we?

Before he could get on with the lesson however, another owl swooped in, dropping a red envelope on Malfoy's head. I snickered silently at his horrified expression. He opened the envelope with shaky fingers as confetti rained down.

"Why hello there, Draco. You may wonder who am I and why I'm humiliating you. Well, that is for me to know and you to find out." The voice paused for a moment. "Let's talk about Shade Potter first. Your father offers to give the entire Quidditch team broomsticks for a place for you on the Quidditch team. Just a place. Any Place. He didn't tell you to take Shade's place. You could've gotten the chance to be a chaser. I think you'll be much more better at chaser than seeker because you were too busy taunting Harry that you didn't see the snitch that was right by your bloody ear! Harry is a much more better seeker than you'll ever be. Just step off now so you don't have to feel the wrath from future matches you'll lose for the Sytherins! You're jealous of Shade being with Stephen and wants them to separate with each other, but you're the main reason the two of them became closer in the first place! You truly are pretty pathetic, Draco Malfoy."

Malfoy turned red under all the snickers and stares he was getting. His face was white was white with anger at the part where he had driven Shade and Stephen to be closer. Malfoy let out a roar of frustration before stalking out of the classroom to escape the snickers and Parkinson's delight at Malfoy and Shade's fight.

Then suddenly another owl swooped in, dropping a letter on Parkinson's head. Zabini, who was next to her, scooted far away from her in case fireworks decided to burst again. Instead of fireworks though, this time a smelly green liquid erupted onto her face. "What the BLOODY HELL?" Pansy shrieked.

The howler laughed. "Hello, Pratsy Puginson. My name is- well that's for me to know and you to find out. You see, I have already blessed two people with my presence. Both of them got really mad and embarrassed. Are you scared now? Scared of what I'm going to do to you? You should. Cause I hate you more than I hate Lockhart and that's saying something." Lockhart frowned at that comment. "You're so against Draco liking someone else for your own silly childish crush on him. Well open your eyes! Can't you see that he doesn't like you and never will? No of course not. You're too shallow to even realize how annoyed you're making him! Why don't you just give up on him and fall for someone that actually like you? If you truly like Draco, you'll let him be with the one he likes most. You and Draco are just the same on the topic about love. Just like you, he won't let Shade be happy by being friends with Stephen. He tries to drive him away from her like you drive her away from Draco. Well stop. He's happy with Shade, so let him be and MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" The howler ripped itself up and the pieces fell on top of Parkinson's hair. Parkinson let out an enraged scream, scaring the shit out of Theodore Nott who was sitting in front of her.

I couldn't stop my laugh from coming out. She got what she deserved alright.

"Harry Potter!"

I was jolted out of my daydream. Wha- who called my name?

Parkinson glared at me. "I know you did this! You were always against us Slytherins! I will get my revenge!"

I just rolled my eyes and looked out the window, hoping for an owl to come and bust her face open. Wait, why am I thinking that? Of anyone to think that it should be my cousin Shade. She's evil. I'm not. She wishes the deaths of others. I don't. She likes the evil Slytherin Prince who just ran out the door. I don't. I'm nothing like Shade. But yet... That night by the Gryffindor Tower... The night where we captured the Thunderbolts... She had done all she can to save them. She'll do anything for friends. I'll give her credit for that, I guess. Still, that way she literally flung herself out of that broom to get to her Firebolt to rescue that Loriander girl... Truly heroic. Damn, Harry. Stop thinking about her like a lovestruck teenager! She's your cousin for God's sake! I scolded myself. And even if she's not related to me, I still wouldn't like her.

Shade's P.O.V

After my spectacular howler prank which was a couple days ago, I drifted through the front door of Hogwarts and headed toward the Whomping Willow. According to my map, the Whomping Willow is one of the secret entrances into The Shrieking Shack, a place inside Hogsmede that is believed to be haunted. There's a legend saying that every full moon the Shrieking Shack would erupt into a series of howls, snarls and thumps with the occasional yelp of a dog. Strangely though, the howls, snarls, thumps, and yelps stopped after the year 1978. The year my mother and father graduated... Whatever. Must have been a strange coincidence.

I'll just go to Hogsmede now, I heard there's a joke shop called Zonko's Joke Shop. I want to check it out and maybe (most likely) buy some pranking materials... Ah I really love Filibuster Fireworks. I had used all of mine on Lockhart which is the reason he's wearing a hideous pink wig on his head to hide his charred (now black) blonde hair. Pity that we live in the world of magic so all it takes is some shampoo, and bam! Your hair is back to normal.

I followed the flow of kids to the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw(?- Sorry I forgot which team they were playing, but it's either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff) Quidditch game. Suddenly, the flow of kids stopped right in front of the Quidditch Pitch. I skidded to a halt, hanging suspended in the air next to a Hufflepuff girl named Ivy. "Everyone! Go back to your dorms! The Quidditch match has been canceled!" McGonagall demanded as she made her wy through the crowd.

"WHAT?!" Gryffindor Keeper, Oliver Wood protested. "You can't cancel Quidditch!"

She just did, Stupid.

McGonagall ignored Wood as she moved to Harry and Weasel. "You two, come with me."

I stared at her retreating back, confused. Why does she need them? I mentally slapped myself. Of course she needs them! They're the Golden Trio! Hogwart's savior! The least I can do is follow them.

"This may come to a shock for you, but-" McGonagall opened the door to the Hospital Wing and to my shock and delight, Granger has been petrified! I let out a whoop of delight, setting off a couple of fireworks with my wand..

Tap tap.

I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to find Granger standing behind me, looking disgruntled. "Glad to know that my petrification is a chance for you to celebrate the Fourth of July."

I snorted. "It's not the Fourth of July. You really are clueless about Lockhart, aren't you? Can't you see he's not a hero? Glad I sent the howler to him."

Granger glared at me. "YOU sent the howler? But you're petrified!"

I snorted. "Watch and learn, muggle-born."

Granger looked at me with shock. "You didn't say the "M" word..."

I chuckled. "I'm not that mean. But anyways, watch this."

I picked a portrait of Lockhart. Don't get me wrong, I didn't choose to have his photo. Idiot gave this to me at the signing. I chuckled. "I'm not going to miss this."

I took aim and threw it down near Harry's feet. The frame exploded in glass shards. Harry jumped back in surprise. "What the bloody hell?"

I smirked. "And that," I told Granger. "Is how to keep away from boredom's enchanting hell."