First off I would like to point something out to you people that keep going on about how wrong I am to call the Wizarding World backwards or wizards ignorant. I am writing this from Harry's perspective. Can you see how to a fifteen year old boy raised in regular London might get the impression that a society that still has slavery and bases there social classes off of a person's blood status is archaic and wrong? Or is Harry supposed to be able to take the mature culturally appropriate view that this is right for this society? How about the assumption that people that cannot even properly say the word 'telephone' may be slightly behind the times? And about my comment regarding wizards not being able to drive someone brought up the Knight bus. You would do well to remember that Ernie is not able to drive well at all and the only reason they did not crash and die is that magic moved obstacles out of the way.

And those of you that want to give me shit about the fact that Harry and friends are animagi here are the facts: Hermione clearly states that there are only 7 registered animagi in the last century, implying extreme difficulty. In two years they discover four unregistered animagi, three of which achieved the transformation before they even took their OWLS which, to me, shows that it really can't be all that hard. So deal with it.

Okay rant over.

"So, mate. Anything you want to tell us?" Fred and George enquired during breakfast the next day.

"Huh?" Harry said, looking honestly confused.

"C'mon, don't hold out on us!" Began Fred before George continued, "You've been pranking the entire Wizarding World and you've been leaving us out."

Harry laughed at the identical pouts on the twins faces. "Sorry guys. This is sort of a solo project. I didn't have anyone's help."

"Hmph. Fine, be that way. But we will have our revenge!" And with that the twins left, leaving an ominous vibe in the air.

"Gee, mate. What do you think they'll do?" Ron asked nervously.

Harry looked at Ron for a moment before saying, "I don't know but if they think they're going to get the upper hand on me I think it's time the find out why you named me after the goddess of chaos and discord." The trio exchanged smirks before Hermione said, "Would you like our help?"

Ron stared at Hermione slack jawed, "Hermione? Do-do you feel alright?"

Hermione scowled at her friend before saying, "If you must know, I feel fine. I simply feel as though the twins have had some revenge a long time coming and I would like to be involved in besting them at their own game."

Ron and Harry smiled and Harry said, "In that case, my dear Lady Athena, we most humbly request your assistance."

With that the trio descended into the stages of planning, the poor twins had no idea what they were in for.

Several days later of many many pranks involving the twins serenading Professor Snape, stripping in the middle of the great hall, their homework disappearing right as they walked through the door and undue retribution as they were blamed for pranks they did not cause, the twins walked up to Harry and declared defeat.

"Mate, we know when we're beat, but how did you do all that?" The twins asked curiously.

Harry smiled at them mysteriously before replying, "It seems to me that before a person declares their intent to prank someone they might consider their target."

"Huh?" The twins asked in unison, bewildered.

"I mean, my father was a marauder. My godfather is a marauder. My favorite defense teacher that I spent time with for a whole year is a marauder. And my best mate's older brothers are serious pranksters. You would think that given the fact that I have never been successfully pranked by you you would have realized by now that you were outclassed." Harry explained.

The twins stared at him in amazement. "That's right! We have access to two of the actual marauders! By god we've wasted so much time." And with that the twins took off to contact Sirius and Remus. Harry looked at the spot that the twins had just vacated and briefly wondered to himself what he had just unleashed and whether or not Hogwarts would ever recover.

"Harry."

Harry looked around and when he saw that nobody was around he groaned loudly.

Hermione and Ron, who had just walked through the doors of the fifth year boys dorm looked at him oddly and asked, "What's up with you?"

Harry looked at them and said, "I've been hearing someone say my name for the past half-hour but nobody is around. I'm almost starting to think there's a snake around—"

"Harry!"

"Hey, I heard that!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione frowned for a moment, thinking. "Harry, I think that voice is coming from your trunk."

"My trunk?" Harry asked confused, but nonetheless moving to investigate. As he opened his trunk, the three heard a cry of, "Finally!" and saw what looked like a photo of Sirius.

"It's about time you checked the mirror. I could hear you there, why were you ignoring me?" Sirius asked with a pout.

Harry looked at him blankly, "Mirror? What on earth…"

"Yea I snuck it into your trunk while you were leaving for King's Cross. I kind of thought you'd have found it by now. Your dad and I used these to communicate when we were in separate detentions. Anyway I wanted to know if you were coming to Grimmauld for the holidays?"

Harry had a stunned look on his face, "I hadn't even thought of that." A smile slowly formed on his face, "We really could go somewhere for Christmas, couldn't we? Yea, I'd love to."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter before quickly getting a serious look on his face, "Before we go you and I need to have a talk. How could you sick the twins on me? I got a floo call from Gred and Forge begging for 'lessons from the master.' They said you were the one who gave them the idea." With that he fixed Harry with a stern glare.

Harry laughed. "Sorry 'bout that. I was just trying to show the twins who was boss and you kind of got dragged into it."

Sirius laughed, "Atta boy. Show them whose best. Uh-oh I hear Molly coming I need to go hide—I mean I need to go see Buckbeak." With that the connection cut out before the trio could laugh at Sirius.

"Blimey Harry, I don't think I've ever seen a bloke so scared of Mum." Ron said, laughing.

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, "Really? I seem to remember these three guys who stole a car in the middle of the night and showed up the next morning and looking fairly terrified."

The trio left the dorm together and walked to the library, already planning their next attack against the twins.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please, can't I just—"

"No Hermione," Harry said firmly. "I know you really hate the way the twins are testing their products on students but that doesn't mean you can turn them into snakes and give them to the Slytherins as 'mascots.'"

"But the Slytherins would treat them well! They wouldn't be hurt at all." Hermione pouted.

Ron stared at Hermione with a great deal of amusement, "Have I ever mentioned how fun it is watching you get vindictive over something someone else has done?"

Hermione snorted, "That's only because you hate it so much when I'm planning my revenge on you."

Ron shuddered at that, remembering her revenge for being a git to Harry at the beginning of the tournament. "So…many…horrors," he whimpered pathetically.

Harry smiled and said, "I think that we may have stumbled onto an idea. Hermione, I'll need you to get plenty of supplies. I have a brilliant idea."

And with those famous last words our trio sat down to plan the ultimate prank.