The day after he made his plans, Harry struck every single occupant of the house, including himself.
Everyone woke up with a scream coming from Rose's room. Rushing over, they found her on the floor, with her bed trying to eat her, the opening between the mattress and wooden frame having opened like a mouth.
As Lily tried to save her, she suddenly shrunk, barely reaching the height of a spoon. She still managed to save Rose, but the damage was done.
The room was a mess, and every single belonging was ripped apart or crushed by the sentient bed.
James waved his wand to fix them, but his wand suddenly flew out of his hand, and every time he reached for it, it would curse him.
In the end, his body was multicoloured, his ears as big as books, his nose non-existent, and both of his feet were left.
Sirius snickered, but he wasn't free either as a bucket full of horse dung fell on his head, and started multiplying as soon as it touched him.
Remus just walked away, but he was tripped, and his mouth turned into a beak, and his feet turned into hands, with gray wings sprouting out his shoulder blades.
And finally, Harry's hair grew until it reaches the ground, turned into vines, and trapped him in place, while changing from colour to colour at a fast pace.
It took them half an hour to turn themselves back to how they were and another ten minutes to clean up Rose's room.
In the end, both Sirius and James started point fingers at each other, and another prank war started.
At noon, Lily could be found shooting stinging hexes at both man-children, Rose crying next to her because Harry had secretly cursed her buttocks to hurt all day long, and Remus downing coffee after coffee while he munched on chocolates.
After the mess was cleared, one question was left: who was the culprit?
Because Harry and Rose hadn't learned magic yet, they were immediately declared innocent. Then, Lily, then Remus... And only Sirius and James were left.
They both started to claim innocence, scared of Lily's wrath, and in the end, the culprit remained hidden.
That night,as Harry lay in his bed, he grinned, thinking back to all the pranks he had played that day.
As he closed his eyes, satisfied, Rose started screaming again, not that he cared.
It seemed she had found the lion he had portkeyed into her room.
Oh, well, life was good.
Harry fell asleep, the girl's screaming a lullaby to his ears.
