Are You Off Your Rocker?

Prologue: The Bet

"Thanks for helping us out, Harry," Fred said as he turned the sign on the front door of Weasley Wizard Wheezes over to open.

"No problem," Harry replied. He fell into chair behind the counter and took out a roll of parchment.

Harry had flooed (it had taken the Dursleys multiple threats from the Twins to allow him to do that) into Diagon Alley, volunteering to help catalog and stock the joke shop before it opened that day.

"Whatcha got there?" George asked, peering over Harry's shoulder. "Ways to annoy Snape?" he read.

"I told you I was bored," Harry said, indicating the reason he was in the WWW in the first place: Voldemort had been suspiciously quiet since his appearance at the Ministry and Harry wanted to be anywhere, but the Dursleys, and thinking of anything, but the past year.

"Scatter rose-petals in front of him wherever he goes? Sneak up behind him and shout 'Your robes are on fire!'? Hug him and say you were on strict instructions from Dumbledore to do it? Harry, I never knew you could have such a devious mind!"

Harry was saved from answering by several customers entering. He looked up and found himself facing Dean, Seamus, and Lavender (all sixth-year Gryffindors like himself).

"Hiya, Harry," Lavender exclaimed. She had really grown-up over her fifth year - and not in a bad way, at least in Harry's opinion. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, no longer constantly giggling, and cut down on the make-up. "I thought I saw you come in here this morning."

"Hello, guys," Harry greeted. "How's your summer going?"

"Great! I'll be sad to see it end. But this school year has got to be better than the last," said Dean.

Seamus nodded. "But, you're forgetting that Hogwarts won't be nearly so entertaining, what with these two gone."

Fred eyed them thoughtfully. "It doesn't have to be that way."

"Why?" asked Harry, warily.

"We can't let that delightful list of yours go to waste."

"How many ways do you have on there?" asked George.

"About 300," said Harry.

"If you four do everything on that list to Snape by the end of the year we will give you....." He shot a questioning glance at his brother.

"A hundred Galleons!" Fred proclaimed.

"I don't know - " Seamus began, glancing at what the list said.

"Each."

"I'm in!" "You know what I could buy with a hundred galleons!" he thought happily.

Harry agreed quite readily, too. Even though he knew he was being irrational, he still partially blamed Snape for Sirius going to the Department of Mysteries. Revenge would be sweet.

Lavender jumped on board also. She was sick of everyone assuming she was just a ditz. "We're gonna have some fun this year."

Everyone looked at Dean. "Do you even need to ask?"

And, thus, a Hogwarts Legend was born.