A story I wrote about James, Fred, and Alice Longbottom finding the Marauder's Map in Harry's desk drawer. I don't own HP! :)
"Flashlight?"
"Check."
"Screwdriver?"
"Check."
"Muggle Walkie Talkies."
"Check."
"Bag of Bernie Bott's for casual walking."
"Casual walking?"
"Yes, Alice."
"James, what the bloody hell is casual walking and why do we need Bernie Bott's for it?"
"Casual walking, my dear Alice," James started.
"Is when you are escaping the scene of the crime," Fred continued.
"And you just kinda glide down the stairs and hallways."
"Chatting spiffing-ly," Fred said in a very Percy Weasley-like manner.
"Is spiffing-ly even a word?"
"Shut up, Alice," Fred responded.
"And eating Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," James continued, as if the previous dialogue had not occurred.
"To look as not suspicious as possible," Fred concluded.
Alice just stared at them.
"This is what I get for hanging out with you two."
"We're not that bad, Ali. Anyway, back to the checklist..." James scanned for where they had left off. "Ah, here we are. Distraction."
"Check." Fred smirked, holding up a Decoy Detonator.
"No," said James.
"Why not?" Fred demanded.
"Too obvious," James and Alice said together.
"It's not!"
"It's my Dad," James said, rolling his eyes. "Of course it's too obvious."
"Fine, you come up with a better distraction."
"How about we just jam the sink downstairs and tell my dad it needs to be fixed? He fixes everything by hand..."
"Okay, that's a good one," Fred said, looking sad.
"Kay, I'll go shove a ball down the drain," Alice replied and ran off.
"Would a ball work?" Fred asked, after a few minutes of silence.
James just shrugged.
When Alice came back up, she was yelling for Harry. They listened as the door flew open up on the third floor and his pounding footsteps down the stairs.
"What?" Harry asked. "What's wrong?"
"The sink in the kitchen's not working. The drain's clogged."
Harry observed the three eleven year olds. He nodded, smiling, and walked down stairs, muttering something about "needing to get that bloody sink replaced".
They waited until he was all the way downstairs. James, Fred, and Alice all looked at each other, and took off up the stairs. James reached the door first and wiggled the door knob, it gave and the door open.
"Wow, Alice. You really startled him if he left the door unlocked," Fred stated.
James turned around and nodded.
"We didn't even get to use the screw driver," James muttered, annoyed.
Alice rolled her eyes.
They stealthily walked into Harry's study. James and Fred rushed to the drawers and began digging around. Alice stared at the photographs lining the bookshelf.
"FOUND IT!" James exclaimed in a loud whisper. He held up a tattered piece of yellow parchment.
"And it is?..."
"My dear Alice, all will be displayed in good time," Fred replied.
"Just, let's get out of here before Dad gives up and uses magic to fix the sink."
The three friends started racing down the stairs, James in front. He suddenly threw his arms in front of Fred and Alice.
"What?" They each demanded.
James extracted a bag of Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"Remember? Casual walking."
AN: I hope you enjoyed it! I had fun writing it! I know it's a bit silly, but it's how I picture 11 year old James, Fred, and Alice. Please review- even if it's just to say it's not how you pictured their characters to be!
