This is my first story im submitting to fan fiction so all you Harry Potter fans please send me a message telling me if you liked it or not.
- Lord of Purebloods
Harry Potter awoke that morning with a start. It was a cold and breezy day. Snow was covering the grounds with a good three feet covering. Ron was snoring in his bunk not far from Harry's. Harry was rummaging through his trunk for his Marauders' Map. It was at the bottom of his trunk underneath his rolled up pair of socks in which his tiny bottle of Felix Felics. Harry pulled out the map and unfolded the creases. He took out his wand and, tapping the parchment, he said, "I solemnly swear, I'm up to no good."
The parchment gave a feeble jerk and started to produce words written in ink on the parchment. Then the entire parchment seemed to ooze ink until the point that the parchment was completely covered in ink. Harry dropped the map and watched as the ink slowly faded off and the parchment was blank again. Harry, reaching for his wand again, said feebly, "I solemnly swear, I'm up to no good."
The paper gave another feeble jerk, but did not fill with ink. Harry was pissed. His only way of seeing where Malfoy was going off to, had been crushed.