Author's Notes: Alright, I wrote this story way back in February, so it might be a bit low. I'll try my best to edit as much as I can, though. This was posted on , so, noting that there are a hundred thousand HP stories on here, if someone has done this idea bfore, I didn't steal. 100 percent original. Thanks.
What Would the Marauder's Map Say..?
Prolouge
Silent as a hawk
Treacherous as a snake
More pompous than an eagle
Yet as still as a rock
Controll it, you must try
Keep the anger leveled or else
You shall pop into oblivion suddenly
Your fury seething from your apalled eyes
It burns
It burns and cuts and bleeds
With laughter
Your idiocy is its object of amusement
To stop being rash, you shall learn
If you were a tricksy one; a fool, a fly, a rat
This foursome shall not let you pass
To the open guide
If you remain on your toes, an agreeable little child
You shall come in; you'll see the way, around the pricks and passageways
But whether pleasant or dire
This map is atire
Of being goody-goody, a right little sweet one
Open up now, lead the way through, and beware of what you shall pass
In boasting and abusing this Map is first class.
Join Moony and Padfoot
Wormtail and Prongs
Who shall it insult next?
Do not be finicky, come in!
Author's Notes: Bad poem, I know. xP I wrote it in a couple minutes, so..yeah. Read on, and review! Thanks!