The Marauder's and the Missing Map
Introduction
Author's Notes: Marauder fan fiction set in their 6th year! Basically, Snape gets hold of the Marauders map as a bit of revenge for James and Sirius being gits, and then figures out what it's for!(I know he doesn't recognize it in the book.but you will see why!) And Lily likes James. But nothing happens, because Lily is weird and expects James to figure out that she likes him by yelling at him and James is clueless. Yeah. Nothing in here above PG. I think. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! I don't own anyone! In this story except the one girl Snape likes, but who would want to own her anyway, the git?
Chapter 1
Remus Lupin stared at his Herbology homework and blinked sleepily. His eyes felt like lead was attached to his eyelashes. He was nearly dying of lack of sleep, and he didn't think he could continue much longer. Last night he had spent growling and howling, while slamming himself against walls and ripping up a mattress he had already destroyed for the most part years ago. Why? Sirius had been in detention with Professor Timble, and James couldn't control him on his own. Peter was obviously no help. Remus had been assigned an extra paper by the notorious Professor Galmium, for not coming to class the night of the full moon, as her class was late in the day and already past when the moon arose. When he had opened his mouth to protest the unfairness of it all, she had taken off 10 points from Gryfindor. Her annoying nasal voice still echoed in his head, "Oh, you are always "sick", Mr. Lupin, enough excuses! This will teach you about skipping class, you annoying lazy boy!" And she wanted him to finish it, a three parchments long paper, by tomorrow. Everyone had gone up to bed except Sirius, who was supposed to be helping him. His friend currently was snoring quietly in one of the large chairs, a pencil behind one ear and his hand loosely around "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi," which he had been paging through diligently about ten minutes before. The boy's mouth was slightly open, but just a crack. He looked very peaceful, and rather serene: his shaggy black hair flopped in odd directions all over his head, and his body relaxed in a funny position. Sighing and wishing he was sleeping too, Remus turned back to his paper, that was pretty much done but not enough for him to abandon it for bed. He knew Sirius would have thought it was done, James wouldn't have done it, and Peter would have anxiously asked Remus if it was good. But Remus, he needed to finish it completely, otherwise he would worry about not getting good enough to get off detention or another angry and pointless lecture. He rubbed his socked feet together and scratched his head, then erased the line that read, "Tivnir root is used not only for curing gangrene, but also mumps and boils." He had already said that and dragged it out as much as he could. He wrote in its place.
Remus woke up slowly to James shaking him with increasing vigor. "Uh, blieanfh, the quaffle.!" he muttered sleepily, "Uhhh."
"Remus! Wake up! This time you really have to get up!" James was speaking rather loudly now and he sounded slightly put out. James looked at Sirius and shook his head. His voice was tinted with heavy sarcasm. "He isn't waking up. Do you think we'll have to carry him?"
Peter blinked a bit and said, "You aren't serious, are you?"
Sirius looked at him and said blandly, "What do you think?"
"Uh, no." Peter scratched his mousy haired head and looked worried.
James laughed and said, humored, "Good." James turned back to the sleeping Remus, "Hello, Remus? Wake up! You git, we will all be late for potions!" He shook him some more.
"Ahh! My broom is berserk!" Remus yelled, then jerked awake, chest heaving, "Wh-what's happening! Uh, oh, hello." he rubbed his eyes and blinked blearily down at the paper below him. "Oh no, I didn't finish my essay!"
"Write it in History of Magic. Do you really want to here about the 583 Laws of the International Warlock Conventions?" Sirius gave him a quirky grin.
"Bu- but we all have to write a paper about that!"
"Ah, that's due in a few weeks, don't worry about it. Now, I think we have to run!" James and Sirius bolted to the portrait, followed by Peter, who, unable to run fast, soon lost site of them moving at an amazing pace down the hallway. Remus, as he was extremely tired and half asleep, walked to class, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Introduction
Author's Notes: Marauder fan fiction set in their 6th year! Basically, Snape gets hold of the Marauders map as a bit of revenge for James and Sirius being gits, and then figures out what it's for!(I know he doesn't recognize it in the book.but you will see why!) And Lily likes James. But nothing happens, because Lily is weird and expects James to figure out that she likes him by yelling at him and James is clueless. Yeah. Nothing in here above PG. I think. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! I don't own anyone! In this story except the one girl Snape likes, but who would want to own her anyway, the git?
Chapter 1
Remus Lupin stared at his Herbology homework and blinked sleepily. His eyes felt like lead was attached to his eyelashes. He was nearly dying of lack of sleep, and he didn't think he could continue much longer. Last night he had spent growling and howling, while slamming himself against walls and ripping up a mattress he had already destroyed for the most part years ago. Why? Sirius had been in detention with Professor Timble, and James couldn't control him on his own. Peter was obviously no help. Remus had been assigned an extra paper by the notorious Professor Galmium, for not coming to class the night of the full moon, as her class was late in the day and already past when the moon arose. When he had opened his mouth to protest the unfairness of it all, she had taken off 10 points from Gryfindor. Her annoying nasal voice still echoed in his head, "Oh, you are always "sick", Mr. Lupin, enough excuses! This will teach you about skipping class, you annoying lazy boy!" And she wanted him to finish it, a three parchments long paper, by tomorrow. Everyone had gone up to bed except Sirius, who was supposed to be helping him. His friend currently was snoring quietly in one of the large chairs, a pencil behind one ear and his hand loosely around "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi," which he had been paging through diligently about ten minutes before. The boy's mouth was slightly open, but just a crack. He looked very peaceful, and rather serene: his shaggy black hair flopped in odd directions all over his head, and his body relaxed in a funny position. Sighing and wishing he was sleeping too, Remus turned back to his paper, that was pretty much done but not enough for him to abandon it for bed. He knew Sirius would have thought it was done, James wouldn't have done it, and Peter would have anxiously asked Remus if it was good. But Remus, he needed to finish it completely, otherwise he would worry about not getting good enough to get off detention or another angry and pointless lecture. He rubbed his socked feet together and scratched his head, then erased the line that read, "Tivnir root is used not only for curing gangrene, but also mumps and boils." He had already said that and dragged it out as much as he could. He wrote in its place.
Remus woke up slowly to James shaking him with increasing vigor. "Uh, blieanfh, the quaffle.!" he muttered sleepily, "Uhhh."
"Remus! Wake up! This time you really have to get up!" James was speaking rather loudly now and he sounded slightly put out. James looked at Sirius and shook his head. His voice was tinted with heavy sarcasm. "He isn't waking up. Do you think we'll have to carry him?"
Peter blinked a bit and said, "You aren't serious, are you?"
Sirius looked at him and said blandly, "What do you think?"
"Uh, no." Peter scratched his mousy haired head and looked worried.
James laughed and said, humored, "Good." James turned back to the sleeping Remus, "Hello, Remus? Wake up! You git, we will all be late for potions!" He shook him some more.
"Ahh! My broom is berserk!" Remus yelled, then jerked awake, chest heaving, "Wh-what's happening! Uh, oh, hello." he rubbed his eyes and blinked blearily down at the paper below him. "Oh no, I didn't finish my essay!"
"Write it in History of Magic. Do you really want to here about the 583 Laws of the International Warlock Conventions?" Sirius gave him a quirky grin.
"Bu- but we all have to write a paper about that!"
"Ah, that's due in a few weeks, don't worry about it. Now, I think we have to run!" James and Sirius bolted to the portrait, followed by Peter, who, unable to run fast, soon lost site of them moving at an amazing pace down the hallway. Remus, as he was extremely tired and half asleep, walked to class, nearly tripping over his own feet.
