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"George!" Fred exclaimed in a whisper. His twin hurried over to where Fred stood, staring at a whole wall of stolen items.

"Wow," George whispered back. They didn't have much time; Filch would be back any minute. "Grab it!"

Fred rolled his eyes, "Grab what? Half this stuff's ours!"

"Something we haven't seen before…" George muttered to himself while going through the drawers. "A dirty piece of parchment?" he asked incredulously, "That won't help!"

I wouldn't be too sure

Fred glanced at his brother, "Did it just…" George nodded incredulously. They heard a crash outside the door, and Fred stuffed the parchment in his pocket, slammed the drawer shut and threw himself into the chair beside George's just before the stumpy caretaker stomped into his office.

"Where were we…" he said, a malicious glint in his eye.

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Hours later, Fred sat on his bed with the parchment stretched out before him. George sat beside him, oogling the same amount. This parchment insulted them back and forth, but wouldn't say what was inside.

"Who made you?" George asked, trying a different way to say the same thing over and over again.

Once again, Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs! Pay attention!

"Sorry!" he apologized hastily.

"Um… what are we supposed to do with you?" Fred asked, trying to squeeze out any bit of information that he could.

Mr. Moony advises you to contact a Marauder.

"A… a what?" George asked uncertainly.

Mr. Padfoot expresses his exasperation while he says 'A… Marauder'!

"Sorry! Sorry," George remedied hastily. Only then did he notice that Fred wasn't by his side. He looked around the room frantically; where'd he gone? "Bloody hell, Fred!" he wailed.

Mr. Prongs would like to inform you that now would be a good time to know what I am

"What? How could you help?" George asked stupidly.

Mr. Wormtail advises you to figure it out!

George let out another wail of frustration, then Fred was back in the dormitory.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

George rolled his eyes, "Where did you just go?"

"The owelry." Fred answered mysteriously.

George jumped up. "You…You are the smart brother, I swear!"

"Oh, I know." Fred replied smugly.

The twins paced around the dormitory, waiting anxiously for a letter to come back to them from a Marauder. Fred had sent on to each Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, so an answer should come any moment.

And there it was. An owl at the window.

George crashed over to it, and ripped the letter off of the owl's leg.

Dear Mischief Maker,

The Marauder's Map is a very important took to any Pankster, and the fact that I am revealing it's secret to you now only proves further the importance that you keep the tradition alive.

Tap the paper with your wand while stating 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good'

Later, when you're through with the Map's secrets, you cannot leave it as a map. You must tap the parchment again, while stating 'Mischief Managed'

If you have any more questions, except those regarding our true identity, I will be glad to return your owls.

Moony

Fred looked over at his twin brother, who was already tapping the parchment with his wand. Spider writing stretched out over the parchment. Oh, yes. This would be fun.

A/N- I've always wondered how Fred and George knew the password, so…I invented a way. Isn't Moony just the nicest werewolf you've ever read about?

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DANI