Neville's Proposal

Neville's POV

After classes the group got together and went to the Shack. They were hoping Harry and the two Marauders were there, so they could go over the schoolwide prank they wanted to pull. Hopefully, they had a few ideas since the group was conflicted on what they wanted to do. Everyone of them had different ideas on what was funny. The twins had to regulate their usual gusto, because of the anti-bullying wards. Things that would cause mental trauma were a no-no, as well. So, some of their stuff they couldn't do. They all entered the tunnel and chatted about their day. When they got to the door, they were surprised to hear a loud thump on it. They raised their wands, and quickly opened the door.

"Come on, Harry, you're not even trying," Sirius said from the other side of the room, where Remus stood next to him grinning like a fool.

"I don't have fucking werewolf strength either," the teen grumbled as he picked himself off the floor.

"You're the one who picked a fight with the goblins," the glamored man said with a shake of his head. "Now, get up and take it like a man."

"Fuck you," Harry said good-naturedly, not really mad at the man.

"Come on, Harry, I'll be gentle with you," Remus stated, flexing his arms a bit.

"Fuck you, too," the teen said, still smiling. "I think we're done for now. Look, company," he said, gesturing to his friends.

"I'll leave you too it. I've got something I need to take care of," Remus said as he exited the room.

"Bye, Remus," all the teens chorused.

"What does he have to do?" Harry asked thoughtfully. They had already set up for the full moon.

"Something in the non-magical world," Sirius answered vaguely.

"And what brought about this madness?" Neville asked as the group made their way into the room. The furniture had all been moved to the walls and there was only carpets on the floor. As he walked he noticed the floor was spongy. He lifted his eyebrow to his dark-haired friend.

"I have to fight a goblin in two days, and these idiots are trying to teach me to fall," Harry answered with a shit-eating grin. He waved his hand and the furniture returned to its rightful spot. A tap of his foot had the floor hard again.

"And why do you have to fight a goblin?" Hermione asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"I didn't like his attitude," was the nonchalant answer. "I did get to meet the king, though. That was okay. Oh, and I got a job," he added still grinning like he had won a sweepstakes.

"What?" all the teens asked, except Luna, who was snuggling into Harry's side. She knew everything would be okay.

"Yeah, after my fight, win or lose, me and the bank are going to work out an employment agreement," Harry said, settling further into the couch.

"The bank and I," corrected Hermione, who only earned two finger salute for her effort.

"Do you know how hard it is to get employment with Gringotts?" Fred asked with awe, snagging one of the biscuits Winky had just put out.

"Yeah, it took Bill… what?... two years to get hired. He had to take a bunch of classes, since they said Hogwarts didn't teach him right," George added, also picking up a cookie.

"I didn't ask for a job, they offered it to me, so I wouldn't pull my account," Harry said a bit defensively.

"Your account isn't big enough to warrant that," Neville said, pick up the tea in front of him and taking a sip. "I mean the Potters are well-to-do, but not that well-to-do."

"Well," the amnesiac drawled, "I might have said I'd talk Sirius, who is now legally Reggie Sirius Grey, in to pulling his as well."

"That'll do it. One thing goblins hate is for someone as rich as the Blacks to take their money from the bank," the sandy-haired boy said with a nodding of his head.

Luna turned to Sirius and said, "Reggie is a good name to remember him by."

"I thought so too," he said in agreement.

"Remember who by?" Hermione asked as she sipped her tea.

"My brother. He was a Death Eater, and we," he indicated him and Harry, "think he defected. There was something of You-Know-Who's in my old house. From what the house elf we sent away said, it was to be destroyed. We don't know for sure, but that's our theory."

"Why don't you ask the house elf?" Neville asked as if it were obvious.

"I ordered him to never answer the call of a Black, before I sent him away," Sirius shrugged.

"I meant to ask you about that, isn't Mrs. Malfoy and Draco of Black blood? Doesn't that mean he won't answer them?" Harry asked, putting his empty cup on the table, only to watch as it filled up again.

"That's the beauty of it. That rotten elf can only do what Lucius tells him. So, they have an elf that is restricted," Sirius laughed at a well pulled prank, making the teens laugh with him.

"Won't they kill him," the dark-haired teen asked, sobering up at that thought.

"No," Neville answered. "Even the Malfoys won't kill a house elf. They might make him punish himself, but he's too valuable to kill."

"That's awful. Can't they negate the order?" the ever-inquisitive Hermione asked. She still knew so little about house elves, and she was always up to learning more. To learn that one was in the hands of Lucius Malfoy was distressful.

"Nope, once an order is given it must be fulfilled, which means that whatever Regulus told Kreacher to do, it will drive the elf batty. I think that's what happened to him anyway. He was crazy when I was a kid, but nothing like what we found," the dogman said thoughtfully. He could care less if Kreacher was told to punish himself, he hated that elf with every fiber of his being. Kreacher was a vile elf, who used to torture him when he was a kid. With or without orders. So, he didn't have the excuse that he was forced to. No, Kreacher was a bad seed, it's one of the reasons his mum had picked him in the first place.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you guys, but what brings you here today?" Harry asked, changing the subject before a debate broke out and looking around at his friends.

"We want to pull a prank, but we can't decide which one to do," Fred huffed, folding his arms over his chest. He had great plans in his mind.

"Why don't each of you do one, then get together before you pull them off, and coordinate. You have the magic to do a lot. So, make it seem like one big prank. I mean, you have Neville for plants, Luna for the bizarre, Hermione for the educational, and you guys for chaos. It'll be perfect," he advised, seeing the thoughtful looks on their faces as they glanced at one another.

"Yeah, perfect," the twins chimed.

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