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James Sirius Potter knew in the back of his head that he shouldn't be doing this, that this
was probly the most stupidest thing he had ever done in his short live. He knew that if he got
caught, he'll be in a world of trouble but somehow even that couldn't stop him. He just had to
keep going it was apart of who he was and somehow he knew it belong to him, so as quietly as
he could be, he opened the door that would led him to his destiny and stepped inside. Checking
to make sure no one was up, he headed over toward the drawer and opened it, he grinned at
what he saw. Instantly he reached inside it and took out an old piece of parchment, the same
parchment that he had seen his father holding over a million times. Quietly he whispered " I
solemnly swear that i am up to no good" as soon as these words where said, writting appeared
on the parachment. Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical
Mischief-Makers, are proud to present The Marauder's Map. James eyes, instantly lit up, he
knew now more than ever before that this wonderful piece of genius belong to him "Well dad,
since you don't really need this anymore, i think i'll be generous and take it off your hands, no
need for this wonderful invention to go to waste, it would be a shame really." he said to himself,
and so with that he put the map into his pocket, closed the drawer and headed out the door. As
the messy hair boy went back to his room, a man carefullly stepped out from the shadows, a
twinkle in his emerald green eyes. "Well Dad, Sirius the torch has been passed, I know wherever
you are you must be really happy that your namesake has gotten the map, i just hope Ginny
doesn't kill me" and with that said, Harry Potter turned around and headed to the room where he
shared with his red headed, not to mention feisty wife.