Chapter 1: The Goblet, the Prankster, and the Dark Lord's End.

The Great Hall was silent. The Goblet of Fire had just done the impossible."Harry Potter!" Dumbledore read aloud, his voice filled with confusion.Harry blinked. The entire hall turned to stare at him. Some in shock. Some in jealousy. And Ron—well, Ron looked like he'd swallowed a Blast-Ended Skrewt."Well, bugger me," Harry muttered. "I didn't even enter."Yet, there was no escaping it. Dumbledore's fiery eyes—Did you put your name in the Goblet, Harry?—burned into his soul."You know, I get the feeling my life is about to become a living nightmare," he sighed.And thus, it began.---A New Marauder is Born. Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, glaring at the Prophet's latest headline:"The Boy-Who-Lived: Attention-Seeker or Cheater?""Typical," he scoffed. "If I breathe wrong, they'll write an exposé on it."That's when the parchment appeared. A blank one. Except for a single sentence, written in loopy handwriting."Pranking is the solution to all life's problems. - MWPP."Harry blinked.Then, a warm glow settled in his chest. A memory of Sirius laughing, of Lupin's knowing smirk, of his father's mischievous grin in an old photograph.A slow smirk curled his lips."Alright, then," he muttered. "If they think I'm a troublemaker… let's give them a reason to believe it."---Phase One: Enter the Prank WarThe next morning, Hogwarts awoke to chaos.Snape's robes had been hexed to display "I ❤️ Shampoo."Rita Skeeter's quill turned against her, scribbling "I am a lying cow" across the parchment repeatedly.Draco Malfoy? Oh, poor sod. His platinum hair had turned neon pink, and whenever he tried to speak, he sang Celestina Warbeck's greatest hits instead."Potter!" McGonagall barked, her lips twitching. "What is the meaning of this?"Harry shrugged innocently. "Professor, as a mere underage wizard with no knowledge of advanced spellwork, how could I possibly—""Enough," she cut in. "Detention with me… after I finish laughing."---The Triwizard Tournament (and Shenanigans)By the time the First Task rolled around, Harry had mastered the art of diversion.When the Horntail tried to chase him, he Accio'd a squeaky rubber chicken, confusing the dragon so much it just blinked at him.When Fleur's robes caught fire, he doused her with a bucket of water, only to mutter, "Sorry, reflex. You were supposed to stop, drop, and roll. "As for Krum? Well, after Harry let slip that Durmstrang had an unofficial "Men Who Wear Dresses in Secret" club (completely made up), Viktor had been too busy fending off rumors to focus on the competition. But the true chaos came with the Second Task."Harry," Hermione sighed, "are you sure you should replace the hostages with life-size Fred and George mannequins?" "Hermione, please. Would my father approve of me not doing this?"Silence. Then, begrudgingly, she admitted, "Fine. But if you get expelled—""—Totally worth it."Suffice to say, when the champions resurfaced and found themselves cradling Fred and George dummies instead of their loved ones, the laughter nearly drowned out the lake.---The Graveyard… But With Style"You!" Voldemort sneered as Harry found himself tied to a gravestone."Me," Harry deadpanned. "Again. Mate, we really have to stop meeting like this."Ignoring him, Voldemort turned to his Death Eaters. "Behold! I, Lord Voldemort, have returned!"Dead silence.Then, a single voice muttered, "Why is his robe… pink?"Harry bit back a grin. Because yes, indeed, Voldemort was wearing bright pink robes. Complete with rhinestones."Potter!" Voldemort hissed. "What did you do?""Hey, don't blame me," Harry said innocently. "Maybe your robes just wanted a new look. Ever thought about self-expression, Tom?" A flick of Voldemort's wand—nothing happened. His Death Eaters stared.Bellatrix gasped. "My Lord, I—I cannot take you seriously like this."Lucius Malfoy coughed awkwardly. "Perhaps… we should reschedule?"But before Voldemort could curse them all, his wand backfired, launching confetti into the air instead."Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Voldemort's wand flew into his hands."Accio portkey!"And then—poof. Harry was back at Hogwarts, holding a stolen wand, and absolutely cackling."Did… did you just prank Voldemort?" Cedric whispered in awe.Harry wiped away a tear. "I Maraudered him."---The Battle of Hogwarts: Pranks Meet WarfareWhen Voldemort marched on Hogwarts, he found himself facing not just an army—but a horde of pranksters. Fred and George led the charge, launching Weasley Whiz-Bangs into Death Eaters. Every time a Death Eater tried to cast a spell, their wands turned into sausages. Voldemort's triumphant monologue? Interrupted by a farting charm every three words. By the time Harry finally faced him, the Dark Lord was so frazzled he screeched, "STOP THIS NONSENSE!""Mate, your whole 'I-want-to-be-immortal' thing is the nonsense," Harry shot back.Then, with a flick of his wand—one final Marauder's trick—Harry launched the ultimate prank:He transfigured Voldemort's robes into a giant banana suit."Avada Ked—"Voldemort slipped.Fell.Bonked his head. Dead.Silence. Then—wild applause."Did we just win," Ron asked, "because You-Know-Who tripped on a banana peel?""Yes," Hermione sighed, rubbing her temples. "Yes, we did."

Epilogue: The Legend Lives On Years later, the legend of Harry "The Prankmaster" Potter was told across the Wizarding World. His greatest achievement? Creating a Marauder's Legacy that ensured Hogwarts would never be dull again. As for Harry? He married Ginny, became Harry Potter and the Marauder's Legacy and most importantly turned the ministry into a prankster's paradise.

Because if there was one thing he had learned, it was this:

Sometimes, the best way to defeat evil… is with a little bit of mischief.

THE END.