Harry loved staying up late, once everyone else was in bed, to talk with the Marauders Map. Prongs was by far his favourite, perhaps because it was his dad. It was the only connection he had to him. Harry loved talking to Prongs, it was like unlocking another part of himself. Eventually, they found easier ways to communicate, first it was a two-way diary, then a two-was mirror, until finally once day when they were writing to each other.
Hey Har, you've seemed a bit down recently, is there something wrong?
Not really, just the triwizard tournament and... Well, it's almost Halloween.
Oh, right... I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?
Not unless you can resurrect yourself
Well, that's impossible, but there is something else...
Like what?
Look at the map, there should be a glowing room , one that didn't exist before.
And when Harry checked, there it was,tucked away near the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Harry got out his invisibility cloak and snuck out of the common room. He wandered about a lot until he realised faintly scratched into one of the millions of cloudy grey bricks that made up Hogwarts, was the name Prongs.
Harry touched the name and it gave a dull, golden glow. Harry went closer to get a better look, but he fell straight through the wall, into a small, cosy room. Harry looked around and saw someone sitting on a couch by the fire.
'D-dad?' Harry stammered