Harry being a prankster: complete crack. Harry is not normal... or sane... and he has little to no emotional control. He still has morals though. Set in 4th year, when he is selected for champion in the Triwizard Tournament. A few short chapters of chaos.

No beta, we die like people without horcruxes.

Disclaimer: The likelihood of my owning Harry Potter and any of it characters is the same as the likelihood of me being tall. In other words zero.

This = Parceltongue

This = Harry's thoughts

Harry had regretted many things in his last 3 years at Hogwarts. Mostly pretending. Pretending to be what the Wizarding World expected him to be. He doesn't know why he pretended... Maybe his survival instincts kicking in? He also regrets his lack of pranking. Anyway, he's done pretending. He is so done pretending. And whoever signed him up for this thrice-cursed Tournament is going to have a rude awakening.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted for the second time.

Oh right. Reality. So... how the heck do I handle this stupid situation. Probably try and get myself out of this Tournament. Probably should cast a Sonorus...

Harry leapt up from his seat and stood on the Gryffindor table, pearing at the rest of the school. They were all watching him. They all looked angry. Except Malfoy. He looked like his birthday had come early. "Sonorus."

"Alright, let's get straight to the point. One, I did not sign up for this ridiculous Tournament and refuse to participate. Two, who did this? Because I am not happy with you at all!" Harru stated firmly.

Dumbledore snapped, "Harry, if you don't participate, your magic will be taken away. If you put your name in, you should confess immediately."

"I did not put my name in, you- gahhh! Why would I put it in anyway? I almost die on a regular basis, I don't need to add more deadly junk into my lifestyle!" Harry shouted.

"Fame, money. Obviously you put your name in, and now you must participate." Dumbledore said.

Harry blinked, "F-fame? Money? Headmaster, I'm already famous, and I have no shortage of money in the Potter and Pervell vaults. I didn't put my name in."

Ron looked at Harry, a look of betrayal on his face, "How could you Harry?"

Harry sighed dramatically, "Since nobody is interested in believing me... I swear on my life and magic that I did not enter into this Tournament, nor did I, in any way, ask another person to put my name in. I call on magic to keep me out of this competition. Some mote it be."

A light flashed and Harry jumped back off of the table and into his chair.

Dumbledore grumbled as the note discintegrated, a sign magic has accepted Harry's request. "Well, I suppose we should continue as if nothing has happened. Champions into this room... and Harry... 50 points from Gryffindor for questioning authority."

Harry's jaw dropped. What. The. Heck.

The entire hall was silent. Dumbledore took 50 points from Gryffindor. From Harry Potter. Dumbledore never, in the history of Hogwarts, took points from the lions. Never. The Gryffindors glared at Harry.

Well, this is going to be a fun week.

Next chapter, the real fun will begin. The chapters will stay quite short. It will hopefully be posted within a few days...