Chapter 1
The Mauraderers' Map's Revenge
Hogwarts. She was at Hogwarts- while he was in Private Drive mourning. So much for being best friends Harry thought bitterly. His eyes skimmed the letter again.
Dear Harry
I can't tell you much. Oh Harry, I wish I could- you know I do. But the Order… I made this new Poem Harry. It's absolutely splendid. Want to read?
Hogs Drool
Oh my oh my
God Rules
When can I sing
A life of pretense
Rats and cats fight
To be where I am
So happy to be where I am
Don't you just love it! I'd look it over JUST in case. It's one of my best poems yet don't you think? Tell me if you like it- if you get it.
From Hermione
PS; Stay safe
Harry read it over 18 times. It was so obvious! He doubted the Order would've let her disclose her where-a-bouts like that- but maybe a dim-witted Order member had been searching his mail this time?
Harry shook his head- it only told him 2 things:
That Hermione was in Hogwarts for some odd reason.
Amd that Hermione did not have any poetic skill.
Harry sighed when he read it over and over. He had to make sure Hermione was in Hogwarts- a nagging feeling would not let him go. He had to find out if she was safe!
But how? He couldn't ask anyone- he'd only receive a letter in code which would only confuse him more. His eyes scanned the parchment once more when it hit him. The Mauraderers' Map!
He threw himself to the floor and reached beneath his battered bed and pulled out his trunk. He ripped it open and searched its contents till he finally found the blank piece of parchment he was looking for.
A goofy smile was plastered on his face as he sat on the bed, with a parchment in one hand and a wand in the other. Wait, did the map work outside of Hogwarts? Only one way to find out.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said clearly, tapping his wand on the blank piece of parchment. To his surprise, writing started to appear on the map as though an invisible hand was writing.
Messer Prongs would like to ask the current user of the map, if he has done anything prank- related with this map
Harry blinked several times. He wreaked his brains for minutes before he answered.
"Er not exactly," he whispered- he did not want to get caught speaking to a piece or parchment. He glanced around for a second, feeling absolutely ridiculous. Writing again appeared on the map.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that you have wasted our time
"Er," Harry said sheepishly. This is ridiculous he told himself.
Mr. Moony would like to remind you that you are not an ape- and would also ask for you to expand your vocabulary at once
"Could you just let me see if my friend's in Hogwarts!" Harry snapped. He was being insulted by a map! A map! He had to have some dignity.
Mr. Wormtail would like to congratulate to the young sir on his lack of manners and remind the young sir who holds the power right now
Harry's anger bubbled up at once. Even at whatever age they had made this map, all Wormtail thought about was power! It was sickening!
All of us would like to remind you if you want to say something to say something instead of gaping at us like a complete baboon
Harry blushed at once. How did they know that? How exactly did this map work?
"How do you work?" Harry asked the map.
How we work is none of your business- it is our business however if you have done anything resourceful with this map
"Look all I want to do is-!" Harry started to snap.
We know what you want to do- just answer our question
"NO- I've used this map to do something more useful then just prank people!" he snapped at the map angrily. The map immediately erased and turned into the blank parchment it had been.
Harry cried out in frustration. Why did his father and his friends have had to be so annoying back then? He had to find a way to tempt the map beck.
"I know you're a werewolf Moony," he snapped at the parchment. The map stayed as it was for a minute before writing scribbled itself on the map- in a very hurried fashion.
How do you know?
"Answer my question first," Harry growled at the map. He liked being control- especially over a bunch of teenagers who had just insulted him so. The map turned into a map and he saw Hermione in the library. Typical Hermione he thought dully. He noticed something scribbling itself on the edge of the map, in microbe size.
Have you finished your task- sir?
Harry nodded and the map cleared immediately. Writing rushed itself on the parchment when Harry realized something. What was he going to tell the map- that one of its creator's future self had told him? Of course not- he had no idea how this map worked! He quickly grabbed it and stuffed it under a pile of books, in the lowest part of his trunk. He had to write to Professor Lupin- er Remus. He'd know what to do- chances were, they wouldn't let him use the map unless Harry told them how he'd know about their secret. He had messed up big time.
"Oh bloody hell!" he cursed to himself. Pacing his room- which as the size was the size of a loft, didn't take long to get from one size to the other. When would Hedwig, his snowy owl, get back from hunting?
Apprehension showed on his face as he paced and paced. He didn't know why- but he felt he needed to know how the stupid map worked NOW!
He glanced at his trunk and almost yelled. It was quickly being filled up with black ink. He quickly grabbed it and locked it- before it started to overflow. He knew the pressure would build up- what in the hell was this!
He stared at the trunk in fear- expecting it to blow up in his face in any second. He slowly crouched down and grabbed everything in sight and threw it to higher ground. He stared at the trunk and slowly edged towards it. If it exploded, the ink would go everywhere…
He slowly unlocked one of the locks and immediately the others ones popped open. He cried out as the ink started to overflow madly. He backed away as the room started to fill in a large puddle of ink!
The map he thought angrily. It was what was doing this. He inhaled loudly and reached into the trunk, searching through and finally found the map. Sure enough, the Map was what was excreting the ink. It seemed to have millions of pores.
"STOP!" he yelled at the map. A tiny strip of the parchment, at the top, stopped and he saw words form.
How do you know of Moony's furry little problem
"I- I can't tell you!" Harry screamed. Thank God his aunt and uncle had left- he forgot where. They had left without notifying him- he wasn't sure where his cousin Dudley was either.
That's not good enough
Harry yelled as it started to excrete in more speed than ever.
What in the hell was he going to do?
"STOP- PLEASE STOP!" he pleaded, on his bed- holding the map over the floor. His toes were soaked in ink and he saw the ink starting to spill out. He yelled out again.
"STOP- MOONY TOLD ME!" Harry screamed desperately trying to stop the turmoil.
Mr. Moony would like to remind you that he has never met you and would like to tell you about this wonderful place called a mental ward
"NOT THAT MOONY- PROFESSOR LUPIN MOONY!" Harry screamed. He knew he was making no sense but he doubted he'd make it out alive (exaggeration) if the ink spilled outside his room.
Moony becomes a professor
Well he IS a prefect
I know but a Professor
They seemed to be having a fight with one another as Harry squealed- the ink flowing freely onto the stairs.
"STOP!" he wailed angrily. He turned to the window and flung it outside the window. Ink slapping his gigantic clothing in the process. He ran out of the room next, grabbing as many wet towels as possible and flung himself to the stairs. Scrubbing as hard as he had ever scrubbed.
It did very little as ink refused to come out of the carpet. The door bell rang and Harry groaned. This was the last thing he needed! He trudged to the door and opened it.
"Wotcher Harry," a cheery voice said. It was Tonks- in the form of a police officer. "Something wrong?" she asked sweetly.
"Why're you-".
"You broke Figg's window," she said, nodding. She walked in and looked around. "How cozy- a little inky upstairs I suppose," she said, grinning at his embarrassment. "No worries- I'll have it cleaned up in record time," she said, rushing upstairs.
Within 10 minutes, the house looked as spotless, and more importantly- inkless- as it had been before.
"Harry, Harry, Harry- had trouble writing a letter to someone special?" she asked, grinning at his expression.
"It was the map- the Marauder's Map!" Harry exclaimed. Realization dawned on her face.
"Remus told me about that map," she said nodding. "I suppose you didn't realize it had certain- er defense mechanisms," she said.
"Other than that- like what"?
"Leaking things that stun you, knock you unconscious, burn your eyes, burn any other part of your body, that kind of thing- piece of work that is," she said, nodding her head. "You're lucky it had only almost suffocated you with ink," she said, grinning. Harry smiled.
"Thanks- could you ask Prof- er Remus, how it works?" he asked.
"You can do that for yourself Harry?" she said, winking at him. She started to walk away and stopped suddenly.
"Oh and I'd lock yourself in your room- the Dursleys are not in the mood".
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