It was five AM. 

Harry had woken up especially early, in preparation for his devilish plot. 

He was planning to land himself in detention with the sweet, sweet scent of James (Professor to you and all others without lightning bolt shaped scars, gifted by Dark Lords) Charles. 

The only problem? James adored him so much, on account of him being such a good student. (I know, it's getting weird now. Strap in, fellas).

It was going to be hard but not impossible. 

For nothing really is, if one has within their grasp the correct substances.

In Harry's case, it was some mysterious sweet he had stolen from Fred and George's room back when he visited the Burrow (without their permission, of course).

He was going to feed it to all other children, in the hopes that it would render them dreadfully unwell, nothing too serious.. just some.. vomiting. Nothing too  serious.

Harry stealthily made his way out of his tower and into the kitchens. 

Upon his departure, he was greeted by a mirage of house elves. 

"'Ow may we 'elp you, Mister Pottah?" One brave elf inquired, looking brightly at Harry. 

"I require your services!" Harry exclaimed, using his Dudley voice. (The voice of a 'spoiled' individual who demanded everything.)

"Right away, sir," Another house elf sneered. 

"Ayyy!" Agreed the voice of a Scottish - or Irish person. 

The first house elf bowed his head, awaiting their orders. 

"I wish for you to take this.. contraption," Harry began, rummaging through the pockets of his robes until he located said item. 

"And sprinkle it into the food of a select few students." The instructions were finished as Harry handed the elf a slip of paper with twenty names scrawled down. 

"Goodbye.. Until next time!" And with a swish of his cloak, Harry vanished. 

I use the term "vanished" incredibly lightly.. he more dashed out the door, running as fast as his limbs could allow.