A/N: Ah, I'm happy it wasn't too long after the last post that I've gotten this one up! And even with Macbeth line memorizations (in which I did well and even won best actress for!), math tests, art club problems, and ANOTHER cold... I got this up! I'm happy to report that things DO happen in this chapter, pay attention 'cause things get fishy! Be happy, for I think this is a long and quite juicy chapter. Ah, so... let's get on with it... for I need to put this horrible mound of clothes on my bed away.
DISCLAIMER: Really the only thing to disclaim is the name Potter, Hogwarts, Hagrid... and anything else you deem came from the books.


Chapter Four: Of Ghosts and Tunnels


Getting around Hogwarts was a lot easier said than done. With stairs that moved positions every day, steps that would disappear from under your feet, doors that were never where they were the day before, and the sheer size of the place, it was a wonder that Timothy and his friends did end up in their classes.

In their very first class, transfiguration, they were introduced to Professor Miller. He was a young man, not much older than his parents, from America. Before calling roll, he showed off to the class by turning one student's quill bottle into a mouse. He was tall and well built, with real short brown hair and hazel eyes that were full of mischief. Timothy immediately liked him, he was proving himself to be a fun teacher, and the best thing was… he was the Head of House for Gryffindor. Professor Miller liked to joke around, and when he handed out the assignment to turn a piece of hay into a needle, he did so by turning himself into a golden retriever and passing them out in dog form. John took his assignment with wide eyes, while Darian couldn't stop giggling.

"Seriously folks," Professor Miller said after he had changed back, leaning against his desk casually. "You have to be careful with transfiguration. It's perhaps one of the most difficult branches of magic you can do, and it can be dangerous. Please act maturely, or I will deduct house points."

Timothy, however, was not successful on turning his piece of hay into a needle. Darian and John weren't having much luck either. The rest of the class wasn't much better, but Professor Miller reminded them that it was only their first lesson as the bell rang ending the class.

To their surprise, Timothy, Darian, and John managed to find the rest of the morning classes without much stress. However, on the way out to herbology, hoping against hope that they were going the right way, Timothy got nearly knocked down to his feet.

"Oh my gosh! Oh, I am so… so sorry!" Squealed a voice.

Spitting out grass, being helped up by Darian and John, Timothy turned around to see a truly petrified girl. She was about an inch or so smaller than he was, with medium length brown hair and green eyes. They were about the size of dinner plates as she realized who it was she had bumped into.

"Oh… oh, my… oh, dear… so, so sorry T-Tim… othy." She babbled stupidly as he looked at her simply and persisted to brush the grass off his robes. Darian was hiding a snicker, and John looked at the poor girl with pity. "I… I didn't see… I mean, I was… I was just…"

Timothy waved his hand in a dismissive manner and gave her a weak smile.

"Don't… er, worry about it, uh…" He implied to ask her name.

"Oh, I'm… I'm Luna." She stuck out her hand so quickly that both Darian and John flinched. "Luna Dine."

Timothy, rather awkwardly, shook her hand politely and turned to his friends.

"This is John Stanton and Darian Hall. You're a Hufflepuff, aren't you?"

Luna nodded furiously and Darian couldn't help but to let a snort slip. John frowned at him and Timothy looked uncomfortable.

"Well, er… shouldn't we get to class?" He muttered, turning.

"Class! Yes! Yes, of course!" Luna shrieked, and, hesitating, she seemed to not be able to make up her mind on weather or not she wanted to walk with them. Timothy sighed, and was about to offer her to join them when he was saved by another girl running up to Luna.

"There you are Luna! C'mon, we're gonna be late!" The girl tugged on her robes and began to drag her past Timothy, Darian, and John. Luna gave them weak smiles and waved slightly as the two girls trampled into the greenhouse. Timothy let out a sigh of relief, while Darian finally let out his boughs of laughter.

"I feel even more sorry for you, Timothy!" He gasped between giggles, slapping Timothy on the back. "You must have to put up with that a lot! That girl looked about ready to wet herself!"

"Oh, don't pick on the poor girl, Darian." John muttered, wiping some of the brown hair out of his eyes. Timothy stared up at him, and John just shrugged, opening the greenhouse door for them all. Darian was still laughing when he bumped clear into the professor.

"Excuse me, young man. Do watch where you're going while caught up with whatever it is you find so humorous." The professor said with an oriental accent, immediately shutting up Darian. He motioned his head to the three of them to find a place at a table. Timothy grabbed Darian's embarrassed shoulder and followed John to one that was towards the back. He blushed as he saw the still wide green eyes of Luna, who was at another table with other Hufflepuffs, and quickly busied himself with preparing his books.

"I am Professor Zan, your herbology teacher. Please know, that improper treatment of my plants and the like will result in unpleasant consequences." He was short for an adult, most likely from Japan, and he had black hair as dark as Timothy's… while it was slick and neatly brushed. Professor Zan quickly proved himself to be boring and strict, and Timothy had a hard time paying attention, which wasn't good when it came time to preen some Apergocious flowers. Apergocious flowers are carnivorous, and when not touched the right way they have the ability to remove your entire hand. The three of them were reprimanded when Professor Zan noticed Darian trying to strangle the plant down by the stem to keep the snapping buds away. Much to Timothy's relief, though, none of them lost appendages and the class ended with only some minor cuts and hurt egos after a lecture from Professor Zan.

"I think that was too hard of an assignment for the first lesson," Darian grumbled, soothing his red fingers. "Don't you think so?"

Both Timothy and John nodded, as the three of them clambered into the castle.

"Finally!" Darian sighed with relief. "Time for lunch!"

Timothy suddenly remembered that they were going to find out what the parchment that his father had given him was. John noticed the realization on his face and began to look worried.

"Are you sure you still want to mess with that parchment?"

"Of course, John! Don't be such a whimp." Darian said, exasperated.

"Don't worry, John. My dad would not give me anything evil." Timothy said, excitement building as they quickly sped towards the Great Hall to eat their lunch early.

They found an empty space at the Gryffindor table, ate as fast as they could while still being able to breathe, and tried to casually leave the Great Hall so as not to raise suspicion. Timothy led the way, and they went up a couple of floors to find an empty classroom. He locked the door behind him, and faced Darian and John. John looked jumpy, and Darian looked about to explode with excitement.

"Well, then? Get on with it, Timothy!"

Timothy took out the worn piece of parchment from his robe pocket, smoothed it out on a nearby table, and took out his wand. Darian leaped to his side and watched with intent eyes, while John came over more slowly and stared with uncertainty. With a glance at them both, Timothy touched the end of his wand to the parchment.

"Here goes nothing. I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Instantly, lines spread out from the spot where his wand touched the parchment, crisscrossing and intertwining all over. At the top, lines began to form the words:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present
The Marauder's Map

The old piece of parchment ended up being a map! A map of Hogwarts, showing every corridor, room, and staircase in the entire castle. However, there were extra passageways and tunnels branching off from concealed places all over. The three of them stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed as tiny dots sprang up and began to move around. They were labeled with names. One, labeled "Eian Dumbledore" showed that he was with "Lynette Slimak" in her office. They stared in silence and complete awe.

"Woah!" Darian finally muttered slowly. "Now this is cool!"

"Your grandfather made this?" John asked, taking the parchment in his hands.

"And my father used it too." Timothy added.

"Who's Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"

Timothy tried hard to remember. He seemed to remember his father mentioning the names a long time ago, among the hundreds of stories he had told him about Hogwarts. But he couldn't place his finger on it.

"I'll ask him in the letter I'll write home after dinner." He said. Darian peered over John's shoulder and continued to goggle at the map.

"Just think what everyone else will say when we show them this!"

"No!" Timothy said quickly, making his friends look at him funny.

"Why not?" Darian asked, disappointment in his voice.

"Dad said I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. I already went against my promise by showing you."

John's face went pink with guilt. Darian's color changed slightly, but he still pressed the subject.

"Why wouldn't he want you to share this? This is too good to keep to one's self!"

Timothy shrugged, taking the map from John.

"Let's just keep this as our secret. Don't tell anyone else, please?"

John nodded immediately, then, looking over at Darian who was pouting, he elbowed him in the arm until he nodded too.

"What if you loose it? People would see the map." John said.

"Well, you do this when you're done." Timothy smiled and put the map back on the table. Touching it again with his wand he said: "Mischief managed!" and instantly the parchment went blank, just as it had been before.

Darian and John, as well as Timothy, stared at it in amazement when the bell signaling afternoon classes rung. Grabbing at their things, Timothy stuffed the parchment in his robe pocket and followed the others out.


Timothy's afternoon classes went smoothly. Charms class with Professor Slimak was pleasant, and he was praised for managing to get his Galleon to float above his desk. For once, he got attention from other people beside his family for doing something he did… not for what his parents did. Timothy was not looking forward to potions, after all the stories he heard from his father, he just knew that if he was going to have trouble anywhere, it would be in that class. However, he didn't die like he thought he would.

"Hurry up and find a seat." The professor had said sharply. Timothy, Darian, and John quickly found a table towards the back. While he knew he wouldn't have a rival in this class, since they shared potions with the Ravenclaws instead of the Slytherins, like his parents did, a lot of the Ravenclaws looked at the Gryffindors as inferiors. The professor took to his podium.

"I am Professor Visser," He said with a thick Russian accent. "Your professor of potions. Potions is a very interesting and challenging subject, and it can be just as dangerous as other magics. Know this: follow your instructions precisely and accurately and your potions will never fail you. Miscalculate anything, add anything you didn't need, don't put in something you needed… and you fail. And failing can sometimes be deadly."

Everyone in the classroom gulped loudly.

Professor Visser was a pudgy man, who was short and had neatly trimmed gray hair. As Timothy remembered his father's stories of his own potions teacher, Professor Snape, this man did not give off the impression that he had a grudge against anyone. However, the look in his gray eyes told the viewer that he was not one to be crossed. He was the Head of House for Ravenclaw, and while he did not treat the Gryffindors at all like Professor Snape apparently did, Timothy could tell he favored his Ravenclaws over the Gryffindors.

They made a simple cleaning potion that day, and the class was promptly dismissed. Timothy, Darian, and John were anxious to finish their dinner, so that they could try out the map before bed. Trying not to rush through eating like they had to do for lunch, they finally did so and dismissed themselves to go back to Gryffindor tower. It was at that point that Timothy had his first real good look at the portrait that guarded the secret entrance.

Darian had been leading the way, with Timothy directly behind him and John trailing off to the side. They reached the portrait to see the fantastically large giant wake from a nap.

"Oh, I tell 'yeh… guard'n this here 'ole 'aint too excite'n." The giant yawned. But as Timothy stood to the side of Darian as he was about to say the password, the giant's eyes went wide with startled surprise.

"Why… is it really?" He rubbed his eyes and stared open mouthed at Timothy, who began to grow uncomfortable and shift in his spot. Darian looked almost annoyed and John eyed the giant curiously. "'Yeh are! 'Yeh are! Why, look at 'ow much 'yeh've grown! Thas' right! You're at tha' age, aren't 'yeh? Las' time I saw 'yeh, you were a baby! O' 'course, you're parents 'been sending me photos, but it's not tha' same." The giant said quickly.

Timothy stared and narrowed his eyes in concentration. It was very faint, but he seemed to remember from when he was really little seeing someone very much like this giant. Then it hit him!

"Hagrid? Rubeus Hagrid?" He asked carefully.

The giant nodded happily, his forest hair shaking all over his face.

"'Yeh remember me! Oh, Timothy! 'Yeh look jus' like your dad." His eyes glazed over at remembering the past. "He looked jus' like his father too. Mus' be a Potter trait. An' jus' like your dad, yeh've got your mother's eyes." Then his face quickly fell a little.

"Mus' not 'ave 'eard from me lately, 'eh? Ever since I took that job as ambassador for giants, never been more busy! I… I didn' even get to Dumbledore's… funeral." He wiped tears from his eyes. Timothy looked concerned.

"What are you doing as a portrait, Hagrid?"

Hagrid's face lifted slightly.

"'Twas your father's idea. When 'Ogwarts was in plan'n for rebuild'n, your father and mother, as well as your Godparents too, insisted Gryffindor tower be guard'd by me. So, got me'self painted, and 'ere I am."

"Dad never said anything." Timothy said, as Darian and John looked at Hagrid with growing interest.

"Mos' likely 'e wanted it to be a surprise." Hagrid smiled. "Like 'Ogwarts so far, Timothy?"

He nodded vigorously, and Darian and John soon joined in.

Hagrid, however, suddenly looked at them suspiciously.

"What are 'yeh three up 'ere so early for?"

The three of them exchanged slight glances, before Timothy quickly came up with something.

"Going to write a letter home. Mom and dad wanted me to tell them about my first day as soon as possible."

Hagrid stared at them silently for a moment, Timothy nearly holding his breath, until he smiled.

"Alrigh' then. Wha's the password?" He said importantly.

"Cornish pixies." Timothy, Darian, and John said in union.

With a final warm smile, Hagrid's portrait swung open, and the three of them climbed inside. Timothy felt relieved as he slumped into an armchair by the fire. Darian and John followed suit, but their eyes stared at Timothy expectantly. He knew what they wanted, and he swept the room casually to see that it wasn't too crowded.

"Let's go up to our room, we'll decide where we want to go from there."

Nodding, they went upstairs and spread out the parchment on Timothy's bed. Timothy muttered the spell, revealing the map, and again the three of them goggled at it for some time.

"Where do we want to go?" John asked.

Timothy studied the passageways all of them had yet to take so far.

"There are paths leading off from corridors that we walked through today, but I didn't see anything but suits of armor and statues."

Darian nodded.

"Yeah. How 'bout we go check one out." He dragged a finger across one path that had a few branching off of it. Dots of students and teachers were crisscrossing and going up and down the paths. "This looks good," Darian pointed to a secret path behind a suit of armor down the second floor corridor. "Hold it! There's a dot in there!"

Puzzled, Timothy pushed him aside to peer closer at where he was pointing. In one of the hidden paths, sure enough, was a dot. It was moving away from the entrance, toward the end of the map. The name made Timothy's eyes widen curiously.

"Taku Smith? What is Taku Smith doing in a secret passageway?"

"I tell you," Said John, crossing his arms and looking at the map with disapproval. "That guy is weird."

"I don't like him," Darian added, shaking his head. "He's not like anyone else here… must be up to something."

"What could he possibly be up to?" Timothy asked.

Darian shrugged.

"What do you do in a secret passageway?"

"Go someplace secret." John said, quietly, making Timothy and Darian look at him curiously. No one said anything for a moment, looking back at the map.

"I say we go see what he's up to." Darian said.

John snorted.

"Are you kidding? He sees us, he'll take away a boatload of points! Remember what he keeps reminding us? He doesn't mind taking away points from his own house."

"But if he's doing anything… anything illegal," Timothy looked at them both. "Who's to know when someone else will find out? I mean, how many maps of this kind exist? If we catch him doing something he shouldn't, we could earn more points for Gryffindor than we could possibly loose!"

Darian slapped Timothy on the shoulder with more admiration than ever, but John looked at them both sternly.

"I still don't know…"

"Oh, come on, John! Stop being such a wuss." Darian retorted.

John's jaw dropped and he grew flush, but he was at a loss for words and closed his mouth, looking away angrily. Timothy looked at him with mild understanding on his part, but Darian was quick to ignore.

"Let's go! Look, he's almost out of the map!"

The dot labeled "Taku Smith" was nearly at the edge of the map, any longer and he would be gone from range. The passageway must had led off of Hogwarts grounds.

Not bothering to clear the map, Timothy pocketed it, and the three of them (John rather reluctantly) made way to the dormitory door. But as Darian eagerly swung the door open, they jumped to see Professor Miller standing poised to knock.

"Ah!" He sighed with his playful grin. "Just the man I wanted to see."

Darian's eyes were wide like a deer's caught in headlights. Timothy's face was a worried blank, and John had a look of "See?! Told you something like this would happen!".

Professor Miller, much to their surprise, laughed at their expressions.

"What? You all look like I've just sentenced you to death!"

Timothy and Darian gulped.

"Anyway," Miller waved his hand. "I'm here with a message from Mrs. Hall. She wishes to see her son."

Darian, as well as Timothy, nearly collapsed with relief.

"Oh." Darian squeaked. "Why?"

Professor Miller laughed again.

"What would a mother want with her son? God bless, boy, she just told me to get you. I just so happened to be walking by and she came storming out in a tizzy 'cause you had yet to come say hello!"

Darian looked at Timothy, as if wanting him to say something of an excuse not to go. Taku could have gotten out of the map's range by then. Timothy shrugged, and Darian sighed loudly.

"Alright, I'll be right there."

With a sulking look back at Timothy and John, Darian left with a smiling Professor Miller. Timothy closed the dorm door and looked back at John, who's expression was half-relief, half-scorn.

"See how close we came to being caught?"

Timothy frowned at him.

"Taku Smith could be doing something really bad now, and all you can worry about is being caught?"

John looked abashed.

"Well, I… I… I just didn't want any of us to get in trouble. I mean, what if they separate us or something?"

Timothy sighed, but then his expression softened and he put a hand on John's shoulder.

"We'll get him next time, and then we'll be sure not to be caught. Don't worry, John, they can't separate us if we're in the same house."

"But what if they separate us into different houses? I nearly went to Hufflepuff."

Timothy just shook his head, but as he parted with John (who went to write a letter home), the butterflies returned to his stomach. He nearly went to Slytherin. If they did get caught and punished for doing something out of line, and they did separate them, would he have to go to the Slytherin house? The thought plagued him as he reached for some parchment and a quill. Trying to cheer himself up, he wrote his letter home.

Dear Mum, Dad, and Kalina, (and Jeff too)
My first day at Hogwarts was really, really, cool. The sorting was just as fantastic as you've described, and I got sorted into Gryffindor! I ate more than I ever had at the feast, and Mum, there was food from America too… as well as some from other countries. Yes, I've made friends! Remember Darian Hall, from when they first dedicated Hogwarts a few years ago? He's here with me, and in Gryffindor too! Also, I have another new friend, his name is John Stanton, he's also a Gryffindor.

I like all my professors so far. Classes have gone well. Professor Slimak, my charms teacher and the deputy headmistress, said I did very good on my first charm. Potions is no where's near as bad as Dad described it. Professor Visser isn't too bad. As for my first flying lesson, Dad, they haven't told us anything yet. I'll be sure to owl you as soon as I know, though.

How is Kalina and Jeff? I believe you missed Jeff on your last letter, is he OK? Well, I need to go now, hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Timothy
P.S. Hagrid's portrait is guarding Gryffindor tower!

Timothy folded up the letter, and left the tower to send it off with Windstone in the owlry. As he trotted down stairs and past corridors, he couldn't help but to look for the suit of armor that shielded the entrance to one of the secret passageways. The one Taku Smith was in. Sure enough, he came upon the suit of armor. Looking it over, it didn't look any different. With a glance over his shoulders, Timothy began to poke and prod around it, seeing how it could be moved to get to the entrance.

"Hullo there!"

"Yaaaaa!"

Timothy jumped, dropped his letter, and spun around to look into the transparent face of the ghost that he had seen after the feast the night before. He must of turned just as pale as the ghost, for the ghost began to laugh at him.

"What's the matter? You look like you've just seen a ghost! Hahah! Get it? Oh, boy! I crack myself up!"

"Dan, your jokes are as dead as you are."

Another ghost, the same one that had reprimanded the one in front of Timothy before, had just appeared at his side. Timothy backed up slowly before with a loud CLANK, had knocked into the suit of armor.

"Don't mind Zan, my dear living fellow, she has no sense of humor."

Timothy nervously brushed his messy hair away from his glasses and nodded quickly. Unsure of what to do, he thought that if he just said nothing and stood still long enough, the ghosts would pass by without asking what he was doing.

However, his curiosity got the better of him.

"W-who… are y-you?"

Dan, the ghost in front of him, rolled over on his back with a sad smile. Zan, the woman ghost, still was looking at him with discontent.

"I'm Dan Bush, and that floating storm cloud over there is Zan Lore. The resident ghosts of the new Hogwarts, we are."

"You're… you're the only ghosts here?" Timothy's breathing began to turn to normal.

"There used to be more of us… but, they moved on to bug their families and old enemies. Zan and I are the only ones left. I thought that since the old Hogwarts ghosts left after the castle was burned down, that the new Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without ghosts. So, since we died to protect this castle, we should hang around. 'Twas quite boring hanging around the ruins for who knows how many years before they began to rebuild, but now… well, now I know how the 'ol ghosts felt!"

"You died to protect the castle when it was being burned down?" Timothy asked.

"We did. All aurors and Ministry workers were called to fight the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who when they advanced upon Hogwarts. It was a good thing that no students were here, but the staff and house-elves and other beings were in danger. Dan was a young auror idiot, and I went in to save him when he got too close to a band of Death Eaters. We both got blasted to death." Zan explained.

"You were aurors? Did you know my parents then?"

Dan rolled back over and peered closely at Timothy, so close he could feel Dan's coldness touch his nose. Timothy shuddered, while Dan's face began to widen in surprise.

"Why, you wouldn't be Harry and Renee Potter's son, would you?"

Zan let out a snort of exasperation.

"No, Dan… he just looks just like them because he took a polyjuice potion. Of course he is! Look! He's a carbon copy of Harry and he's got the eyes of Renee! Not to mention, they've only been buzzing about the family since people began coming back here to Hogwarts grounds."

Dan frowned at her, and Timothy began to grow inpatient. He wanted to get his letter off, and he wanted to inspect the suit of armor. The last thing looked improbable with the two ghosts looking.

"Well… er, better be going, then." Timothy nodded his head and inched his way down the corridor with the ghosts beginning to argue behind him.

"You know, you are just as grumpy dead as you were living!"

"Oh, you just notice after how many years?"

"I'm beginning to think that the others left because of you."

"Me? You're the one that was killing them again with your bad jokes!"

"Hey, it's not my fault they all had dry senses of humor! Not to mention you."

"I had a life, you know."

"You didn't then, and you still don't now."

"That's it! I'm going to sick a vacuum on you!"

"Like you're gonna find one in this castle? Sorry, my Muggle-born anomaly, but you're tricks have already been sucked up."

"Ghosts." Timothy muttered as he left the corridor and ambled off to the owlry. Beginning to feel sleepy, he found Windstone, sent him off with his letter, and tried to stay awake to get back up to Gryffindor tower. As he went past what he believed to be a deserted classroom, voices stopped him. At first he thought it was the two ghosts again, but they were not the child-like bickering that he had left. Instead, it was low and harsh whispering. Again, his curiosity winning him over, Timothy crept close to the door and put an ear to it to hear.

"I have my eye on you, Smith." It sounded like Professor Visser.

"Professor, honestly, I have done nothing wrong! I was sent on an errand from another professor, like I told you!" That sounded like Taku Smith.

"If you have done nothing, then why can't you tell me who it was that sent you?"

"I… I don't remember, that's why."

"There are potions that can make you talk."

"I'm aware of that, sir, but there is no need for them for I am already being truthful!"

"The headmaster will hear of this, and your status as Prefect may suffer."

Suddenly, there was silence. Timothy strained his ears to hear more, but he could hear nothing. As he leaned all his weight on the door, it abruptly was opened, and he fell face forward into…

"Tak-! Er… I mean… oh boy."

Staring down at him with eyes full of loathing, was Taku Smith.

"Potter."

Timothy pulled himself up; the room was black and he could only see Taku. There was nothing he wanted more not to see.

"You. Are. In. Trouble." Taku barked.

Timothy felt faint.

"Oh. Boy."

A/N: So, what did you think of that, 'eh? Cliffhangers, ah, how I miss doing those! Really nifty things those are. Well, aside from getting that stupid SAT cd-rom loaded on my computer and doing that to get ready for the rediculous test, I should have more time to work on this story. LOtFP will be worked on too, as soon as I convert that since WORD is still giving me grief.
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I got a new CD from the Virgin Megastore at Downtown Disney (man, how I love that store)... listening to it now... ahem, but I'm sure you don't care about that. Yeah! Cold front! Now it's only 69 degrees! Chilly man! Hey, it's Florida, give me a break, I've never seen snow. I think I'll go now. Gotta get type'n again. Buh bye now.
~OrcaPotter
P.S. What about those elections, 'eh? And you know what? The county that I live in (Seminole) is the one that's left to count all the ballots by hand! Teehee, you can blame us for the delay in the elections... I mean, everyone else is.