A.N. Another chapter already whew! Thanks for all the reviews; I've really missed doing this.

Chapter 11: You Can't Get Your Own Back If You're Dead.

Christmas was approaching fast; snow was falling thickly upon the castle grounds. In the Great Hall there were a dozen Christmas trees covered in enchanted snow and thick streamers of tinsel, holly and mistletoe covering the walls and ceiling. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sat in the Great Hall discussing their plans for the next Hogsmead trip which would take place at the end of the week.

"If you and Harry want to go and pick up some new Quidditch supplies, then why don't Ginny and I meet up with you in the Three Broomsticks? " suggested Hemione.

"Sounds good to me," said Harry, helping himself to another slice of treacle tart.

"Oh and while we're in Hogsmead I thought we could do a bit of research for Ron's next task," said Ginny.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

"I thought it would be funny to subscribe to some dodgy magazines in his name, we could have a look in a few of the shops and see what we can find," answered Ginny.

"Yeah, alriaaaAAAAHHHH!"

There was a loud pop followed by Ron's scream. All four jaws dropped open as one, taking in each others appearance. Much to their amazement Harry and Ron's clothes had disappeared only to be replaced by bright pink bikinis; however, that wasn't the only reason for their surprise. Hermione and Ginny were now sporting very bushy moustaches not unlike the one belonging to Vernon Dursley. The laughter of their fellow students could be heard as all four of them sprinted to the Gryffindor common room.

OOOOO

"That's it, the gloves are definitely coming off now," fumed a now moustache-less Ginny.

The four of them had taken refuge in a disused classroom; none of them felt much like facing the rest of the school after such an embarrassing ordeal.

"You're telling me," groaned Harry. "I wish he had killed me now."

"You can't get your own back if you're dead," Hermione pointed out.

"We need to think of something even more humiliating to do to him," said Ron, looking unusually thoughtful.

'I might be able to help you with that,' thought the figure, watching them silently through a gap in the door.

OOOOO

Having decided to risk breakfast in the Great Hall, the four Gryffindors were sat as far away from their potions teacher as they could get.

"Mails here," said Ron looking up. "Looks like you've got a letter Harry."

Harry looked up in surprise as Hedwig flew towards him, a letter clamped firmly in her beak. Harry took the letter while Hedwig took a bit of his leftover toast and flew back to the owlery.

"Do you think it's safe to open?" asked Ginny, giving the letter a suspicious look. "It might be from Snape."

Hermione took the letter from Harry and tried a few spells but there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Taking the letter back, Harry opened it and looked cautiously inside before removing the small piece of parchment inside.

"What is it?" asked Ron.

"It's an address," said Harry, still looking at the parchment in his hand.

"Whose address?" asked Ginny.

Harry showed them.

Mrs E Snape

29 Maple Avenue

Dunton Green

KENT

"Mrs E Snape?" frowned Ron.

Ginny giggled. "I bet it's his mum."

"Who would send us his mums address?" said Harry. "And why?"

"Perhaps they want us to write to her," suggested Hermione.

"About what?"

"I don't know but I'm sure we can think of something," Hermione smirked.

OOOOO

Ginny's next potions lesson proceeded in the usual way (after being persuaded by Professor McGonagall that the rabbits hadn't really been used in potions). Twenty cauldrons were bubbling between the wooden desks as Professor Snape prowled through the fumes, every now and then pausing to take points from Gryffindor.

BANG!

The door to the potions class room was flung open and in the door way stood...

"Mum?" Snape was stood in the middle of the classroom, a mingled look of horror and surprise written on his pallid features. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because I received a very interesting report about your behaviour," she replied frostily.

This had to be some sort of nightmare. Who would be writing reports to his mother about his behaviour; he was 40 years old for Gods sake?

"I'll be waiting in your office, I want a word with you when your lesson is over," she told him sternly before exiting the room, closing the dungeon door behind her.

He stood frozen in the middle of the room, not noticing the students looking at him with wide smiles, trying to stifle their laughter with their hands.

OOOOO

"You should have seen it," said Ginny, holding her side which was aching from too much laughing. "You did a brilliant job on that letter Harry."

"It didn't require much effort," Harry shrugged. "I just wrote what I really thought."

They all laughed.

"I didn't think she'd come all the way down here to tell him off though," said Ron. "I thought he'd get a howler or something like that."

"I can honestly say it was one of the best lessons of my life," Ginny told them.

"I can't wait for our next prank," added Ron.

"Well it's my turn next," said Ginny. "What do you think I should do?"

"Nothing too over the top, at least not while his mums here," warned Hermione.

"You could ask him if he wants to meet your mum," Harry joked, making them all bust out laughing again.

"I've got it," exclaimed Ron. "Try and get him to give you detention and when he does start crying. Imagine how much trouble that would get him into with his mum."

"I like that, except the detention part," Ginny nodded thoughtfully. "It might be worth it though."

"This is going to be brilliant," said Ron with unusual enthusiasm.

A.N. I just want to reassure you all that the rabbits are indeed safe and have not been used in any potions.