A.N. Alright, here is the new chapter for you all, hope you all enjoy, sorry about the wait. Please excuse mistakes, I typed most of this on my phone because my computer decided to not work. My other fics will take a bit to update due to the same reason.

Dated January 6th 1992

Rumors had indeed sprung up in the wake of the newly revealed friendship of one Draco Malfoy and three Gryffindors, none of which the general populous of the school would not have expected Draco Malfoy to be friends with. After all, Hermione was a muggle-born, Harry Potter was 'the boy-who-lived', and many had thought that Neville would be a squib before he showed signs of accidental magic. People were even making bets on when Malfoy's parents would either disown him or send him a howler or both.

"Completely childish of them, really," Draco remarked to the other three, sitting with them in the kitchens in order to avoid the insanity that was the rumor mill of the Great Hall. "Obviously my parents knew about me taking you to the New Year's Ball at the Davis's house they did end up going to it after all."

Hermione ignored him, wrapped up as she was in an advanced spell book. "Hmm, yes," she said absentmindedly when Neville waved a hand in front of her book, absently attempting to swat him away. "Perhaps we could prank them?" she added, finally having swatted Neville's hand away from her book. Three simultaneous gasps drew her attention away from her book. "What?" Her brows furrowed in confusion as she took in the looks on the faces of the three boys.

"Did Hermione Granger really just say we should prank the school?" Harry was the one to ask, a grin breaking out across his face. "Miss I-Follow-All-The-Rules herself?" His grin grew as Hermione's cheeks turned red. "How then, Miss Granger can we lowly knaves be of assistance for you?" Harry bowed low, grin still in place, the other boys following suit, each with their own wicked grins in place.

"Well…" Hermione stood, closing her book over her finger to keep her place. "First things first, we need to think of nicknames." She held up her book, showing the cover to the boys. "I say we use muggle classical literature." Harry grinned, looking at the image of a young girl falling through a rabbit hole. "And I think I have the perfect names for us all."

Dated January 8th 1992

Draco sat at the Slytherin table, completely ignoring the half assed attempts of his classmates at getting any information regarding his association with the 'Gryffindor's Golden Group' – as the rest of the school had begun to call them. It was hardly any of their business anyway, and besides, today was the day that they were planning on pulling of their prank. He hid a smile at the thought of it, simply dishing himself out a plate of food, watching the rest of the hall as they began to eat their own meals. He watched as Harry walked into the hall, waving at a few people in the hall, himself included, subtlety giving him the signal that their plan was a go. He waited with baited breath, watching as the effects of the potion they had asked the house-elves to slip into the food took effect.

It started at the staff table with Dumbledore's beard slowly turning a rather brilliant shade of lime green that clashed horribly with the purple ensemble he had chosen to war that day. Professors McGonagall and Snape had their hair slowly standing on end and looking like it was sparking. Others across the hall were finding that their hair was doing similar things. Draco himself was now sporting a frizzy puce colored hair do. They had made sure that they could not be blamed for the prank in any way shape or form by pranking themselves, also by making sure that the potion they used had had a time delay effect on it.

"Misters Wesley!" Professor McGonagall stood up from her spot, her eyes zeroing in on the Wesley twins where they were just now strolling into the hall. "What is the meaning of this?!" The infamous terror twins looked around the hall in as much confusion as anyone but the four co-conspirators. Hermione looked up from her book across the hall, seeming to be drawn in by the commotion going on around her. Her book was the second signal that they had prearranged, letting Draco know to tap the table in seeming annoyance. Right on cue, just as Professor McGonagall was looking like she was about to explode a school owl swooped into the hall, depositing a letter on Dumbledore's head. The sight was so ridiculous that it stopped the impending explosion right in its tracks.

Dumbledore for his part only gave a small smile and a bit of food from his plate to the owl before taking the letter and opening it. The only indication that what he read was surprising was a single brow raising up from where it usually rested on his face. "Minerva, they are not to blame, not unless they have found two people to help and come up with some rather interesting nicknames." Draco could swear that he heard Professor Snape groan at the mention of four pranksters, but dismissed it as his godfather would never do something like that. "We have those going by the names of 'Hatter', 'White King', 'March Hare' and 'Red Queen' to thank for this wonderful prank." Dumbledore clapped his hands together and gave a beaming smile to the room around. "Now, since the prank has brought no harm to those around us, I say we eat the rest of our meals and hope that this blows over in the morning." With that said the man sat back down and began eating again.

Dated January 22nd 1992

Two weeks had passed since the advent of who some referred to as 'the New Marauders' with their grand prank on the entire Great Hall. Two weeks it had taken for the group of four first years to be cornered by the Wesley twins where they usually gathered in the kitchens. Two weeks it had taken the pranksters to figure out that it was this particular group of four that were the geniuses that pranked the entire school and got off scot free.

"So," Fred said, leaning on the left side of the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

"It was you four," George picked up, leaning against the right side of the doorway, mirroring his twin as he did so.

"That pulled off that prank-"

"On the entire Great Hall?"

"And got away-"

"Free and clear?"

"So tell us-"

"Who thought of-"

"This most ingenious-"

"Prank?" They bounced the conversation back and forth between each other, possibly hoping to confuse the four first years before them.

For their part, the four looked entirely unimpressed with the twins. Harry and Neville were playing a game of chess, Hermione had her nose buried in a book and might not have even realized that the two were there, Draco was in the midst of making approximately one thousand paper cranes for some reason he refused to tell the other three. Without looking up from their tasks the three boys pointed at Hermione, who was still ignoring them all. Fred and George looked between them all, for once, entirely speechless.

"Teach us your ways oh wise one!" Fred and George kneeled on either side of Hermione, startling her out of her reading. She blinked in confusion at the dramatic boys to either side of her.

"What?" she asked after a few seconds still utterly confused much to the amusement of her three friends.

Dated February 7th 1992 8.39 am

"Remind me again why we are doing this?" Draco asked as he and Harry helped to set up some buckets and streamers in a small unused classroom a few corridors away from the Gryffindor common room. "I mean I know why, but remind me why we decided this was a good idea?"

"Hermione said we needed to prank the twins," Harry said offhand, examining the bucket in his hands for any leaks by holding it over Neville's head.

Draco gave the other boy a look that spoke volumes as to what he thought about the 'prank.' Harry just smiled and shrugged. "And we need buckets of honey and colorful feathers because?" he gestured to the buckets with a packet of colorful crafting feathers.

Neville looked up from his own bucket waving Harry away from his head. "Hermione wants us to do a muggle prank. She's gone to talk Peeves into helping us."

"Right," Draco said after a moment's pause, going back to dumping colorful feathers in a bucket.

Dated February 7th 1992 6.32pm

Dinner in the Great Hall was usually a rather dull affair, occasionally you would see some students from other houses sitting with their friends at tables other than their own. Such was the case this time with Harry, Hermione and Neville from Gryffindor, and Draco from Slytherin, the group of four having been invited to sit with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot from Huffelpuff. The six of them were talking animatedly about their last herbology lesson - Neville preaching the merits of dragon dun fertilizer and Hermione preaching the Merits of modern muggle technology – when they were interrupted by a massive clanging from the direction of the Entrance Hall followed by mad cackling and twin shouts of "PEEVES!"

Feigning innocence and curiosity the four conspirators turned to face the doors to the hall. Fred and George stood there dripping honey and colorful feathers, sporting the most surprised and incredulous looks ever. A note fluttered to the ground, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Curiosity overrode the looks of incredulity and George leaned down to pick up the note. Breaking the seal caused a cloud of glitter to shower upon them, accompanied by a disembodied, unrecognizable voice to echo through the shocked hall. "Welcome to Wonderland," it stated simply, before the note fluttered to the ground from a loose grip. The hall took that moment to burst into laughter, including the Weasly twins.