Hello! Cursed Sailor here! the following story is an idea which I got from a fic of Sarah1281 fanfiction, in which Harry and the gang, well, aren't suck-ups. I am going to try and do my best to add on to this, and make this as chaotic as I can. Any and all ideas and reviews are appreciated!

The days after Harry Potter was caught at the top of the Astronomy Tower were the worst in his life. Nobody was talking to him, but even worse, the Slytherins were. It wouldn't even have been as bad if Hermione and Neville hadn't been punished for this. He was glad Draco was punished, though. Fuck Draco.

While on his way to Transfiguration Class, Harry was tripped by an older Gryffindor who he didn't recognize. Though he was normally a timid boy, this triggered a spark of anger in him. While Professor McGonagall was teaching about the theoretical aspects of transfiguration, he couldn't concentrate. He kept getting angrier and angrier and angrier until all he could hear was ringing. Thankfully, Professor McGonagall didn't notice (due to the fact that Dean Thomas had just jerked awake so hard that his accidental magic caused his facial features to be rearranged... onto Padma Patil's face.), or they would have lost more points due to him.

After a harrowing day of classes, Harry made his way back to the common room, where somebody tripped him on his way back in again. He snapped.

"WHAT IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS GODDAMN WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!" he screamed.

There were at least half of the total Gryffindors in the common room, all of them shocked at the outburst from the most quiet kid in Gryffindor (besides Neville and Fay Dunbar).

"What are you on about, Potter?" sneered a sixth-year.

"I am talking about the fact that none of you have treated me like a goddamn human being ever since the points loss!" said Harry.

"Well, Seeker, it's because you put us out of the running for the House Cup, along with Longbottom and Granger." said Alicia Spinnet.

"Oh My God. You guys got mad over something like that? Wizards really confuse me sometimes."

"See! You don't even have any respect for it! Why should we have any for you?" said a random fifth-year.

"Before I say anything, I'm calling a house meeting."

"You can't call a house meeting!" exclaimed the sixth-year prefect. "The only students that can are the seventh-year prefect or Head Boy!"

"Too bad, bitch! I'm calling one. Get everybody here!"

Harry was not the most... ehm... intimidating person, so almost everyone older than him had half a mind to beat the crap out of him, but the seventh-year prefect was curious, so he decided to oblige. (Also, it gave him an excuse to delay his rounds. Fuck those rounds.)

A few minutes later and even more grumbling, the whole of Gryffindor house was packed in the common room. Unfortunately, the common room was not built for all of them at once, so it was a tight fit. That was until Fred and George Weasley had the not-so-bright (read: intentionally chaotic) idea of spraying aerosolized Fizzing Whizbees, making everyone float. Yet unfortunately again, Neville and Fay Dunbar were very small compared to the amount of Fizzing Whizbees they inhaled, causing them to bump their heads against the ceiling multiple times. Harry, for some odd reason did not float up.

"Listen up! I want to know, why are you all so mad at me?" said Harry, in a fairly commanding voice. Not floating up like everyone else had given him a boost of confidence.

The sneering sixth-year parroted Alicia's words. "It's because you put us out of the running for the House Cup!"

"Like I said, wizards confuse me sometimes. Why are you mad about that?"

The same random fifth-year, not random anymore as he has now been mentioned, reiterated. "And like I said, you don't even respect the House Cup, so why should we do the same for you?

"Why should I respect the House Cup? Can you even tell me what it gets you? Can anyone?"

"Obviously! We get a- uhh, we get... we... do we even get anything? asked Angelina Johnson, as she tried to answer.

"I can wait."

"I can't," said a light voice, belonging to Sophie Roper. "Harry, can we get on the floor first? I don't feel so good..."

"Sorry, Sophie," Harry said sheepishly. "I actually don't know how to get you guys down from there."

Sophie turned pale and clutched her stomach.

Oliver Wood chipped in, saying, "Maybe we should get down from here before we continue this conversation."

"Swell idea, Oliver my boy! Forge, how long until the serum runs out?" George asked.

"Well, my dear Gred, the serum was not very widely dispersed, so it should run out... right... about... now." Fred replied.

As soon as Fred pronounced the 'w', everyone fell to the floor at once. This was accompanied by shrieking, screaming, grunts, oomphs, ows, and urghs.

It was also accompanied by some of the following sentences:

"Who the hell is touching my eyeball?!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! There's an elbow in my no-no place." (Many people agreed this was Ron, but Ron would vehemently deny saying this until 2045, where he was offered £983,473,053 to tell one of his biggest secrets. He was then set for life.)

"Get your leg out of the fireplace, Dean!"

"Ewwwwww! Whichever pervert has their hand on my breast, take it off- oh wait, it's my hand."

"Ow!" (This came from many people, but this specific one came from Cormac McLaggen, so it was especially special.)

"Hey, Fred. I found our Big Book of Boisterous Buffoonery that we wrote last year! I wonder how we lost this?" (George had landed upon a moose head.)

Sophie Roper was now relieved of her stomachache. And also her evening lunch.

Once everyone was settled back down (no one was allowed to leave the house meeting until the one who called the house meeting disbanded the house meeting), the conversation restarted.

"So? I still haven't received an answer. What does winning The House Cup get you?"

No one could answer, until Hermione shyly raised her hand, unsure of how the house would treat her.

Oliver sighed. "Hermione, you don't have to raise your hand in a house meeting. Just say what's on your mind."

She squeaked, but answered regardless. "If a house wins the House Cup, the Head Of House gets a pay bonus, the trophy in their office, banners of their house colour hanging during The Leaving Feast, and the whole house gets bragging rights."

"Wait, so all we get for behaving well for a whole year is bragging rights? For basically two train rides? What's even the point, then?" a sixth-year student named Gabriella Brooks bemoaned.

Her boyfriend, sixth-year Curt Schillings replied, "Well, sticking it to the Slytherins, even if it is just for two train rides, still feels pretty good." He was met with loud agreement from the upper-years.

"Aren't you supposed to be setting a good example for us?" asked Seamus Finnigan.

"Trust me, kid. When you've spent as much time around the Slytherins as I have, you'll think the same thing." replied Curt.

Harry, now riding on a high, continued. "So why are you guys so mad? We're forced to be Goody Two-Shoes for the whole year only for no benefit to us, only to be punished for the smallest slip ups?"

"What else are we supposed to do? It's not like we can just, you know, not listen to them."

"Well, why not? Even if we want to win The House Cup, Snape makes a joke of it with his point removals and detentions." said Harry.

A sixth-year named Blake Turner chipped in and said, "I hate to defend the guy, but his detentions are usually fair. it's the points system that he makes a mockery of." He was met with some agreement.

"What if we cause total chaos? Nothing that would require expulsion, of course, and they wouldn't expel all of us anyways." Harry suggested.

"No, no, no, no!" Percy said firmly. "We are not doing anything like that. What would the teachers say? What would Mom and Dad say? What would they do?"

"Stop, Percy." said Adelaide Wildwood, the seventh-year prefect. "I want to see where this is going, so sit down."

"But Miss Wildwood-"

"Look, Percy." began Liam Hemsworth, the other seventh-year prefect. "You're a great prefect, undoubtedly, but sometimes you have to go with the flow."

Percy grumbled and mumbled, but sat down anyways.

"Continue with what you were saying, Potter." said Liam.

"As I was saying," began Harry, "we could cause chaos." He paused for effect. "Obviously, it would need a bit of fine-tuning, because it wouldn't be perfect right off the bat, but with the creative and chaotic minds of the twins, combined with the intellect and magical ability from the rest of us, we could cause the ultimate chaos."

"But why would we want to? There's no reason for us to do this, moreso for the fifth- and seventh-years, considering they have O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts to study for." Gabriella said.

"In addition, if these pranks hurt anybody, we would be in big, big, trouble." Curt Schillings added.

"Well, we would be doing this for fun, along with it being a little rebellion against the concept of The House Cup. In addition to this, we would have to set some ground rules, so that no one is harmed and studies are not interrupted." Harry spoke. "We would also have to present a completely united front, and not shift blame onto each other."

"And the detentions?"

"We take the falls for each other, especially for the fifth- and seventh-years, so they have more study time."

"You've really thought about this haven't you?" asked Lee Jordan

"Not really, but you'd be surprised what you can do if your mind is set on something." Harry said.

"It seems you've forgotten about the house points, Potter," Cormac McLaggen snarled. "Doing all this wou- urk!"

He had been put into a headlock by two redheaded twins.

"Come off it, Cormac," admonished Katie Bell. "We've already established that the house points are useless."

"Well, I see one conclusion to this," Liam Hemsworth said, taking authority. "We can put it up to vote."

"Mr. Hemsworth," spluttered Percy. "You can't actually be considering this!"

"Call me Liam, Percy, and usually, a house meeting ends in a vote, if an idea is proposed. So this is the decision of the house."

Harry decided to speak once more. "Also, Percy, you would be the one overseeing all of these ideas, fine-tuning them and making sure it doesn't seriously hurt anyone. You are an integral part of this operation."

Percy seemed placated by this. He would still be important, it wouldn't affect his prefect or study responsibilities, and it would certainly allow him to get his revenge on the Slytherin bullies. Fuck those Slytherin bullies.

"O- Okay." Percy said meekly. "But I am going to abstain from the vote."

"Fine by me." said Liam, turning to the rest of the room. "You all have five minutes to think about it. Only Percy is allowed to abstain, and Harry, me and, Lyra are not allowed to vote. Remember, you may be saved from punishment, but you might also have to take a fall, so choose wisely."

While everyone was pondering this conundrum, Hermione, Ron, and Neville approached Harry.

"Shouldn't you guys be thinking about your choice?" asked Harry.

Neville, in a light voice, replied, "We're going to support you all the way. Harry."

Harry blushed. "You guys don't have to if you don't want to."

"Shut it, Harry." said Ron. "We're supporting you, no matter what."

"Thanks, guys."

"You're our friend. And this would have everyone stop hating us, too, so that's a bonus." Hermione said.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" asked Ron.

"Like I said, it popped into my head. I'm glad nobody beat me up, though."

"You were a bit uppity with them." supplied Neville.

"Exactly, that's why I was scared someone would smack me."

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "I do wish that they had let us take a shower, though. Sophie's vomit is still all over us."

"Alright everyone, times up!" Liam shouted. "Move to the left for total chaos and move to the right for no chaos."

Almost the entire room shifted to the left. They had considered it, and they would much rather have fun the whole year then acting Goody-Two Shoes just for a few moments of cheap superiority. So what if they got detentions? It would be worth it. The only students who shifted to the right were a few students who were worried about exam rankings, but even they slightly wanted to cause chaos, and it looked like they would have to anyway.

"Alright, then! It seems that Gryffindor House has decided that it will cause pure chaos!"

"YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

Harry realized one more thing about this plan. He quickly made his way over to Liam, and whispered, "Liam, this whole plan requires a single leader, a ringleader of sorts."

Liam nodded, turned to the crowd, and shouted, "Listen up! Since we're doing this, we're going to need a leader. Who should it be?"

Before anyone could even think about it, Fred interrupted.

"Well, my dear yet less handsome twin, I believe that it's obvious who the leader should be."

"Correctumundo, my dear yet less intelligent twin."

"The one who instigated this whole thing!"

"We wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for him!"

"His charisma is off the charts!"

"He may be small, but he's got big balls!"

"Dragons cower in fear from hearing his name!"

"Snitches want to land in his lap!'

"So do the ladies!"

"Even Taco Bell doesn't give him diarrhoea!"

"Who's Taco Bell?"

"Hell if I know."

"The man, the myth, the legend!"

"The one and only-"

"Harry Potter!"

After the commission from the Weasley twins' outrageous proposition had died down, the twins, with the help of Lee Jordan, Liam Hemsworth, Oliver Wood, and a few other friends were able to convince Gryffindor that Harry would be the best option for the leader.

When this was all said and done, Ron nudged Harry, and whispered, "I think you should give a speech or something, mate."

Harry hissed at Ron, and furiously whispered, "What?! No! I have no idea what I'm supposed to do! I'm going to embarrass myself!"

Hermione, taking Ron's side, said, "He's right, Harry. This will cement your leadership and ensure that this entire plot is successful."

"I didn't even want to be the leader! Why should I do this?"

This time, Neville replied, "Regardless of what Harry, you are, and you can't change that. You might as well make sure this plan is as successful as it can be."

Harry, despite his grumbling stepped up and said, "Hey everyone! I would like to say a few words."

Cormac McLaggen, a bit frustrated after having fallen down and having Sophie's barf all over him, angrily said, "Haven't you said enough, Potter? You're the leader already. You wanna stroke your ego some more?"

Someone threw another glob of Sophie's vomit into his open mouth, which had grown even more pungent. Nobody saw who it was, but everyone gagged.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way...," Harry began. "I want to say that I have complete faith in everyone. If we work together as a house, we will overcome any challenge that comes our way. We're gonna show them that we're not gonna be part of a system that forces us to be suck-ups. And why? Because we're not suck-ups! Say it with me!"

"We're not suck-ups."

"I can't hear you!"

"We're not suck-ups."

"What!"

"We're not suck-ups."

"Louder!"

"WE'RE NOT SUCK-UPS."

"SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"

"WE'RE NOT SUCK-UPS."

"YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

And from that moment on, legends and stories were formed, ones that would be constantly told and upstaged for generations.

And that concludes the first chapter of my new story. I will try and upload as much as I can, but I have a very hectic schedule, so no promises. However, even if it takes years, I will not abandon my story. Additionally, if you guys have any ideas for pranks and chaos, I'm open to them. I'll take any reasonable ideas and try to put them into the story. Thank you!