**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim the main female character, and I'm not telling you her name yet. haha. :P
Bored and sleepy, I wandered the halls of Hogwarts. My invisibility keeping the infamous Filch and Mrs. Norris from detecting my "rule breaking", though their rules don't apply to me. I would have a difficult time explaining who I was and why I was exempt from their rules. Besides that, Professor Dumbledore would be furious with me if I was caught.
I have only had one slip up in the six years I have been residing and spying through these halls. Six long years, that have worn on me like a giant mantle... If I had been a student here, I would be busy studying for O.W.L.s and enjoying the excitement that this year's special event brings. The Goblet of Fire stood dauntingly in the hall for those to submit their names, in order to be selected to be their school's Champion. Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have joined the students of Hogwarts this year, in order to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I nearly had an paroxysm when Professor Dumbledore informed me this summer about what would be taking place this year. I was envious. I wished I could submit myself for the chance to participate. Yet, technically, I wasn't a student at any of the schools participating. So instead I focused on the additional people added to my list. The list was growing every year, but thankfully I was able to cross some of them off, unfortunate for the crossed off, of course...
Moving my mind back to the present, I tried desperately to grasp my alertness back from the Zzz's and sheep floating lazily through my pretty head. This late at night, not even Mrs. Norris should still be about, but I had sensed that someone was about who shouldn't be. I hoped it wasn't someone who was on my list, or it would be another sleepless night for these blue eyes of mine, which were starting to look purple as the blood shot look sank into permanence. I rounded the corner, headed in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. I nearly plowed right into the Weasley twins. I let out a small gasp of surprise. The one on my right was carrying a bit of parchment in hands and he looked up right at where I was standing.
"Did you hear that Fred?" He asked in a whisper.
"No... George, I think you are hearing things and seeing things." Fred replied.
"Bollocks!" George hissed back. "There is a set of foot prints on here that isn't labeled and it shows them standing right in front of us." George insisted. oh, merlin's beard... I never considered the possibility of the Maurader's map outing me. George reached out his hand and swiped it through the air in front of him and through me. My invisibility was like none other. It was in my genes, don't ask me how. Not even Professor Dumbledore understands it, but he has a few theories... more about them later. George and Fred were now arguing in soft whispers.
"It must be a mistake. Everyone else is marked on the map. Maybe it's a ghost. Ohhh hooooo." Fred waggled his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers in the air as he did his imitation of a ghost. George looked at him in frustration and rolled his eyes.
"The Mauraders didn't make mistakes... Don't try and crumble my image of the amazing Mauraders." He replied in a fake huff. Fred chuckled in response. "Shhh." George hushed him. Just then I heard Mrs. Norris meow from a few halls away. The twins shot each other an anxious look and they moved on past me quickly making towards the nearest hidden doorway. I sighed inwardly and followed them to see what they were up to.
They made their way silently through some of the secret passageways. It was quite easy for me to keep up with them, as I have had years of experience navigating these tunnels. The twins thought themselves the heirs to the Mauraders. They were wrong. The Mauraders were more mischievous than the Weasley twins and if anyone were to be the heir to the Mauraders, it would be me... Well, I like to vainly think that of course, though I admit I also am not mischievous enough.
Lost in thought about the mischief the twins had gotten into over the years, I failed to notice that the twins had out paced me and slipped through a doorway, letting it close behind them. I now took the chance of getting caught by them if I continued and opened the door myself. I really wished at that moment that I had swiped the Maurader's map from the twins years ago when they first found it. Then I wouldn't be in this mess at all. I sighed deeply and grabbed the door, swinging it open as quietly as I could. As the door closed behind me, a figure jumped out at me. Lucky me, he fell through me and to the ground.
"George, you git. Stop jumping at shadows. Don't make me owl mum about my worries for your sanity..." Fred teased George, whom was now sprawled on the floor.
"I'm not crazy..." George muttered as he picked himself up off the floor. "Let's get back to bed before we're missed." He said stomping off.
"Wait Georgie!" Fred called out. George stopped and turned to his twin.
"What Fred?" He said, exasperated. Fred grinned.
"Don't forget to kiss your ghost good night. Shall I do it for you? You are in quite a sour mood, the kiss might be sweeter from me." Fred said and turned toward the spot where I still stood and blew a kiss in my direction. George rolled his eyes at Fred before turning and continuing on without him, causing Fred to have to run to catch up. I decided not to follow them. The following, unlabeled, foot prints on the Maurader's Map would only encourage George to keep trying to catch me. The last thing I wanted was to be caught. Though I had to admit, it wouldn't be all that bad if it were George doing the catching... I smiled at the thought. I turned and made my way to one of my cozy hiding places I had hidden all throughout the castle. Time to get some sleep.