He can feel the blood drain from his face as he reads the title on the parchment: "Messrs. Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs…" Names he hasn't heard in years, let alone seen in their owner's handwriting like this.
For a moment, he remembers the times they used it – sneaking out at night to get food from the kitchens, pranking Slytherins, or exploring corridors long forgotten. Peter would be stumbling over Sirius' shoes, and James would be walking too fast to keep up with – only he would actually be watching the map to make sure they didn't get caught. Yes, for a moment he is 16 again, and his life is happy and whole, if not entirely care-free.
But when he looks up at James, he realizes how wrong he is; that James' eyes are the wrong color, and Peter and Sirius are not – and never will be – together at Hogwarts again
