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A/N: Thanks fro everyone for reviewing. If you've got any ideas for pranks or punishments could you please send them in via Review (or i won'twrite any more (Joking))coz i'm completely useless at that sort of stuff. Anyway, hope you like.


Chapter 7

Pink dorms and helpful House-elves

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" James yelled, jumping up and down on Peter's bed like a maniac.

"Christmas" Peter repeated, bemused, finally waking up.

"No, but we had to wake you up somehow"

"Yeah, the way you were sleeping, you probably would have slept 'til Christmas!" Sirius laughed from the corner.

Peter groaned then closed his eyes to settle down again. But James and Sirius grabbed his arms and threw him out of bed. Together, they dragged him into the shower, fully clothed, and turned it onto cold.

"Alright, alright, I'm awake!" Peter spluttered, seizing the door and forcing it open. He glared at James and Sirius thought his hair that had been plastered to his forehead by the water. "Where's Remus?"

"You mean 'Dreamy Remy'?" Sirius smirked at Peter's puzzled expression "We heard a bunch of girls call him that at breakfast, anyway-"

Peter interrupted "Breakfast! You guys have been to breakfast already! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"We tried" James sniggered "but you slept like you'd taken some of that Draught of Living Death Slughorn was blabbering on about"

"You listened in potions!" said Sirius, sounding amazed.

"Well, you got boring-"

"Boring!" Sirius exclaimed "Me, Sirius Black, boring!"

"- so I decided to listen" James finished, ignoring Sirius.

The door opened, revealing a pale, nervous looking Remus.

"Why are you lot in the bathroom"
"Peter wouldn't wake up, so we stuck him in the shower" James answered promptly, as if they did it everyday. "Where've you been dreamy Remy?"

"Shut up, James" mumbled Remus.

"Oh, tell us dreamy Remy" Sirius said, sticking out his bottom lip and making puppy dog eyes. "We've been really worried"

"That look doesn't work on me. Anyway, it's none of your business"

Sirius nodded and followed Remus from the bathroom, James and a soaking Peter behind them. Peter grabbed some clean, dry clothes then went back to the bathroom while the other three sat on their beds, thinking.

"What do you want to do today?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence.

"Dunno" Remus said staring at his tatty, old book entitled Curses and counter-curses by Professor Vinclictus Viridian.

"We could prank Snape" Suggested James with an evil smile. "We could write to Harry and ask him to send some stuff from Zonko's for it"

Sirius looked through one of the draws next to his bed, throwing out random things. Peter, who had just walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hair, making him look completely stupid, had a pair of socks hit him in the nose and a school book hit him somewhere painful. Sirius finally pulled out a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill.

"What do we write then, James?" He asked as Remus threw a pair of boxers back at him.

"Pass them here" James muttered.

"What, the boxers?"

"No, the parchment, quill and ink" James said irritably.

He started writing with Sirius watching over his shoulder. When he'd finished, the letter read:

Dear Harry, Thanks for the book, it's helps a lot. We've already used a prank on a bunch of girls in our class. Anyway, could you send us some stuff from Zonko's, please? I'll pay you back once I get the money.
From James

P.S.Good luck with your training.

"Come on" James said, rolling up the parchment and sealing it. "Let's send this."

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"I'm gonna get my book" James said excitedly, after he, Sirius, Peter and Remus had clambered thought the portrait hole. He ran across the common room and vanished up the staircase.

Peter yawned "I'm still really tired. I'm -" but the rest of his words were drowned out by a deafening yell.

James stormed into the silent common room, red faced and holding up a bright pink robe. He marched over to a group of giggling girls.

"EVANS! DID YOU DO THIS!" He asked angrily, chucking the robe at Lily.

"Don't…know…what…you…mean" She gasped, holding her ribs.

"It's not funny" shouted James. He sprinted back upstairs, Sirius, Remus and Peter followed.

Their whole dormitory (except for Travis' bed) was bright pink. The curtains, the floor, the candles on the wall, even the pages of Remus' books were all pink. A piece of pale pink parchment lay on James' bed; it had 'Payback' written in dark pink, curly writing across it.

"How did they manage this?" Remus asked, examining his pillow closely.

"Please say you know a counter-curse" pleaded Sirius.

"I'm sorry, I don't. We're just going to have to ask them to change it back"

"Ask them to change it back!" James repeated, close to hysterics "I'm not asking them anything!"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Well, unless you want to go around in pink robes until we find a way to get rid of this, then we're going to have to ask them." With that, he disappeared though the door.

"Remus, REMUS" James called, racing after his friend.

James tripped down the last few steps, shoulder barged though the door and watched, in horror, as Remus approached the girls.

"Hello" said Remus politely "I was wondering, was it you who turned our dormitory pink?"

"It wasn't me" grinned Tasha, "I don't like pink"

"Just cause you're a tomboy" said Emma.

"Well, if it was you" Remus continued loudly, before Tasha could reply to Emma. "Could you change it back, please? Pinks not our colour."

"Ok" smiled Sally.

She, Remus and Hannah passed James, who was staring with his mouth open wide.

"How did you…"

"Just be polite, James" Remus answered, closing the door in James' stunned face.

"HEY, POTTER!" Lily yelled "you forgot these" she threw the pink robe and a pair of pink boxer shorts with red hearts on them at James.

James, red faced again, dashed back upstairs to the laughs of his fellow Gryffindor's.

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"We're going to get them back, aren't we?" James said, pacing up and down the no-longer-pink dormitory.

"Calm down, James" sighed Sirius, who was lying on his bed, doodling on a scrap piece of parchment. "Wait to see what your brother sends you"

James collapsed on his bed. "I s'pose"

Remus gazed unseeingly at his book. He was pale, shaky and would jump at the slightest noise. Peter watched him in concern.

"Are you alright Remus?" Peter finally asked, sitting down on his friend's bed.

Remus jumped "Yeah, yeah, sure"

"Ok" Peter's stomach gave a huge rumble" I'm starving. You should have woken me up for breakfast!"

"Hey" James said, eagerly "Do you want to try and find the kitchens?"

"Ok" Sirius said, jumping off his bed "Lead the way, James."

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James jumped down the three steps and ran the rest of the way down the corridor, stopping in front of a painting of a large fruit bowl.

"I think this is where Harry said it was" James muttered to himself. He turned around. "Hurry up" He called.

Sirius, Remus and Peter walked up to James.

"It's not easy running on an empty stomach" Peter moaned.

James shrugged, stretched out his forefinger and tickled the green pear. It squirmed and laughed, desperately trying to get away from James. Then it suddenly turned into a large, green door handle. James grabbed the handle, pull open the door and gasped. The room was enormous. As big as the Great Hall above it. In the middle of the room were five long tables, position directly beneath the house tables and staff table. Pots and pans were piled around the stone walls; a huge fireplace was at the back of the room and about a hundred little house-elves.

"Wow" Remus said quietly, closing the door behind him.

Five house-elves trotted up to them.

"Would sir's like something to eat?" the smallest one, whos head reached James' knee, squeaked.

"Yeah" Peter said, hungrily.

Instantly, a dozen house-elves walked towards them, supporting a huge silver tray laden with doughnuts, biscuits, chocolates, sweets and chocolate éclairs. Another load of elves appeared behind them, carrying a tray with a teapot, sugar, a milk jug and four cups.

"Thanks" Sirius said, taking the sweet tray and setting it down on the table. The house-elves bowed so low that their nose's squashed against the floor, then scampered off. "Their much nicer then Kreacher"

"Who?" asked Peter though an éclair.

"Our house-elf"

Remus started pouring the tea just as the door creaked open again. Dumbledore entered and smiled at the four boys.

"Good morning" He said brightly, strolling across the room, his platted beard bouncing off his chest. "Do you mind if I have a humbug? I've run out and came down for a refill. I could conjure some, but they are not as nice as the ones these house-elves make."

"Of course, Professor." James said shyly.

"Thank you, Mr Potter" Dumbledore smiled, helping himself to a humbug. "I was wondering when you'd find the kitchens. It took your brother and his friends a couple of years to realise we had some!"

James laughed nervously, unsure of what to do.


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