Harry had a headache coming he just knew it. Today was going to be one of those days, he just knew it. When he woke up everything was normal enough. Then he made the mistake of getting out of bed, which lead to him going downstairs, which lead to his current problem.

"Hey Harry!" Hermione yelled walking up to him. She had that evil glint in her eye that made most people run screaming when it was directed at them. Harry being one of those people turned to run away but slammed into none other than Fred and George Weasley.

"Harry how could you?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, that is so not cool Harry you can't do things like that." George finished.

"What are you talking about?" He asked trying to back away from them but still stay a safe distance from Hermione. His efforts were in vain because Hermione suddenly appeared at his side.

"Why we're talking about Blast Ended Skrewts you set free in Snape's office yesterday of course." Fred replied jovially, clearly enjoying this.

"Yeah Harry, We know you're the Boy-Who-Lived but that does not mean you can go do whatever you want whenever you want."

"Yeah, besides, that's our job."

"Look I don't know what you two are talking about. I never did that."

Hermione finally cut it. "Well what about dying Mcgonagall's hair green? How could you do Harry. The poor woman was in a right state when she looked in a mirror." Their conversation drew the attention of others in the common room.

Harry gulped as he saw Lee Jordan stand from his seat in front of the fire and strolled over. "Harry, mate, you gotta stop this." Harry having given up on getting out of the common room sighed and answered.

"What exactly did I do Lee?"

Lee shook his head disapprovingly. "You know exactly what you did Harry. You set off Dung bombs in Flitwicks office."

some third year stood and called across the common room." Yeah, and in Professor Sprout's office too."

"I didn't do any of that you guys did."

"It isn't nice to blame people for the things you did Harry." Ron said as he walked down the stairs leading to the boy's dorms.

"That's exactly what you're all doing to me!"

"Harry, shame on you. Not only are you blaming your friends but innocent third years." Neville had a smirk that was truly worried him. It was worse than the twins but not as bad as Hermione. Though he wasn't sure if anyone could scare him as much as Hermione, but she had the ability to scare anyone.

"Shame on you Harry." Parvati and Lavender said in sync." Soon enough the whole common room was shouting, "SHAME SHAME SHAME!" Harry couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it! Stop blaming me!" and with that he ran out of the portrait hole. Right before the portrait shut Harry was able to hear laughter coming from his fellow Gryffindors. Harry mumbled to himself as he walked to the great hall and thought 'This is so going in the letter.'