A/N: Sorry I haven't uploaded for a while, but I went up to London. I totally recommend the Harry Potter studio tour.. it was amazing. I loved seeing all the sets and costumes, and the place is literally full of surprises. The only thing I didn't like was the Butterbeer, which was absolutely disgusting. Luckily I live in the UK, so I only had to catch a train up to London, no dodgy plane flights. Anyway, this chapter's quite short because I'm still tired, but I'll write some more. I promise.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. My name is... Spartacus! No, I'm joking, it's Katie really. Anyway, I own nothing except Abigail Lily Potter.
Abbey dragged her feet along the floor the next morning as she walked to breakfast.
She had gone to bed pretty late last night, and she wished she had taken the map's advice and gone to bed earlier.
"You got it?" she muttered as she sat down next to Fred and George.
Fred smiled at her, and tapped his pocket.
That morning they had charms first, taught by Professor Flitwick, the tiny man that was talking to McGonagall and Dumbledore the previous morning.
"Point your wand at your feather, and say in a clear voice 'winguardium leviosa'!" Flitwick instructed.
Abbey pointed her wand at the weather in front of her. "Winguardium leviosa!" Nothing happened.
She glanced around the room, and realised that the spell was meant to make the feather fly. Smirking, she picked the feather up and swung it around like one would a paper aeroplane.
"Brrroooommm!" she smiled.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" Flitwick asked, standing in front of her. He was a few heads shorter than her.
She looked at him with wide eyes and a blank expression. "I'm not sure."
He sighed, and pointed his wand at the feather, levitating it back down onto the table.
"Use the spell," he said, nodding to Abbey's wand.
"Winguardium leviosa," she said clearly this time, and the feather flew into the air. "It's flying!"
"Good," Flitwick nodded, walking off to work with someone else.
They had History of Magic next. Hard as she try, Abbey just couldn't stand to pay attention longer than half an hour. Professor Binn's, who was ghost, droning voice was a perfect lullaby.
"Get the parchment out," she muttered to George, who was sat next to her. Fred, who was sat on the other side of George and was listening to her, pulled it out of his pocket and put it on the table in front of them.
"Reveal your secrets," she said, smiling. She really wanted to know what the map would say to her today.
Mr. Prongs says that Miss Potter should get back to her lesson. Mr Padfoot, Mr Moony and Mr Wormtail have no other choice than to agree with Mr Prongs.
"There must be something else," Fred whispered.
"Let me see," she murmured. "They said something about solemnly swearing last night... I solemnly swear that if you show me what this paper is, I'll concentrate on my lesson."
One word appeared on the parchment.
Close.
"I solemnly swear I'm naughty."
"I solemnly swear I'm going to curse some Slytherins."
"I solemnly swear I'm a wizard."
"I solemnly swear my grandma had a beard."
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
As if a hand was writing on the parchment, words formed.
Messrs Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail are proud to present the Marauders Map.
The trio looked at each other with wide eyes, and George opened the map.
"It's a map."
Inside, there was a map of the entire school, showing where everyone was.
"We're here," Fred said, pointing to three dots with the names 'Abigail Potter', 'George Weasley' and 'Frederick Weasley' next to them.
"Frederick?" Abbey giggled, looking at Fred.
"Abigail?" he smirked back.
"George!" George cried out, but covered his mouth with his hand when everyone in the class turned to look at him.
"Needs to go to the toilet," Fred finished lamely. Abbey burst out into a fit of giggles, and had to bury her face in her hands.
"Well, if you must," Professor Binns said awkwardly, before turning back to the chalkboard, "1264, Goblin-Wizard rivalry had reached an all time high..."
George narrowed his eyes at Fred, before getting up and trotting out the door. Abbey grabbed the map, and looked around. Dumbldore was pacing around his office, Filch was walking through the corridors with Mrs. Norris at his side.
"Who's Mrs. Norris?" Abbey asked, looking at Fred for an answer.
"Filch's cat," he answered, not looking away from doodling on his text book.
"Who names a cat Mrs. Norris?" Abbey snorted.
Fred looked up at her skeptically. "Filch?"
"Oh, yeah, maybe," she said quietly, flushing. "I knew that."
"Sure, you did."
A/N: Did we enjoy? I'm sure we did! Just to say, I know I've made a few mistakes with the story. I know Tonks was a Hufflepuff and wasn't a Prefect. I'm not going to change it because I think Tonks deserves to be a Gryffindor. And, I know I made a mistake with the Marauder's Map. The names are in the wrong order. Most of this was written before I went, and, because I brought a copy of the Marauder's Map (£30 :O), I realized it's wrong. I also brought a wand (Hermione's), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and a quill pen.
