A/N: I get to update! It's 4am! I'm really tired! I know you don't care! *laughs at her sing-songy-voicey-thingy* Anyway peeps, enjoy this chapter!

P.S. This is the last one! *cries* I'm sad too!

Of Pranks And "Praytells"

I walked into the Parlor and saw Sirius holding a duster and looking exhausted as he plopped onto the couch with a tired sigh. I saw that he was cleaning the fire-place with a duster and decided that my dad could use a little annoyance from me.

"You missed a spot!" And that was all it took for Sirius to scream and send me "To you're room young lady!"

Whenever an order meeting started, everyone was told, including Dumbledore, to put their wands in a box and give it to Harry so that there would be no magical violence. I took the box from Harry's room when he wasn't looking and hid each of the Order Member's wands over various parts of the planet, and left a floating piece of paper that said, "Have fun on your Easter Egg Hunt!" right in front of the door.

Dumbledore was giving us Junior Order Members (the ones under 25) new assignments. When I heard mine was to "Follow our Boy-Who-Lived" my immediate reply was a salute and a "Yes O' Wise One!" with a snicker, of course.

During an Order meeting, I was staring out the window and saw a tree full of bluebirds. I raised my hand and Dumbledore answered with a quick, "Yes Ms. Black?"

"Can we change the Order's name to 'The Order Of The Bluebird? Because phoenix's are so overused these days, and the bluebirds are really starting to get jealous."

The topic of the First War arose, and immediately, me being the metamorhpagus that I am, changed some of my hair to colored dreads and baggy clothes with bling and did the whole American shabang, "Yo! The old Order got owned! So, ma homies, let's drop dis topic and get on ta somethin worthwhile to be talkin bout!" I immediately changed back and sat down as if nothing else happened.

One day, Dumbledore, Sirius, and I went to the Ministry to talk to Amelia Bones when I saw the Minister. Having something important to say, I flagged him down.

"Yes, Ms. Black?" Well, jeez, he sounded irritated!

"I know something that you don't!" I said in a sing-songy voice and skipped off after Dumbledore and dad.

I stood outside handing out little post-its with the Order's adress on it. Sirius came up to me to see what I was doing, and I shouted, "Read all about it! Read all about it!" And when Sirius looked down at the post-it, he saw "The Order Of The Phoenix is located at Number 12, Grimmauld Place."

I was sitting in the kitchen, and anytime someone walked in I would scream, waking up Mrs. Black, and Remus and Dung would race up the three flights to close the portrait.

Mrs. Weasley was listening to ANOTHER Celestina Warbeck song, and I shouted, "Jaysus lady! Do you even get that she is like, the worst singer EVER!"

Harry was sitting in on this meeting (Hermione was holding the wands) and everytime they mentioned the dreaded Prophecy, I gasped loudly and 'fainted'.

The moment I woke up that morning, I started talking like Yoda. And when everyone asked why, my reply was, "Cuz he's cool. DUH!"

Hermione was really bored, so she grabbed green and black markers and drew the Dark Mark on my arm.

The next day, I wore a short sleeved t-shirt just to show off my new tattoo, and I screamed, "I'M A DEATHEATER! BEWARE!"

The next Order meeting (Harry was holding the wands again) Dumbledore had many ideas. I told everyone that they were the rules and if they didn't follow them... something very bad would happen...

We were cleaning the parlor up after a Death Eater attack, and everytime I cast a spell, I made a light-saber noise, just because.

Every single day I ask, "Why doesn't the Light have a mark too?" and I never get an answer. Grr.

Finally, as the last day of summer ended and the fun came to an end, I tacked the list I had recorded of all the pranks I pulled in my room in Grimmauld Place, for everyone to see.

A/N: Well, that's a wrap! I don't own any of this, sadly. :(

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