Harry was currently searching through his trunk, attempting to find the transfiguration essay he had started on the Hogwarts Express a month or so ago. He was trying terribly to forget what had happened the day before. Looking at the essay, he found innumerable mistakes in it, but that was probably because his mind had been focused elsewhere when he was writing it. At the moment he was feeling pretty good, apart from the killer embarrassment.

Not three hours later, a knock was heard on the door, nearly startling Harry off the bed. After quickly checking the map beside him, he quickly put it away and allowed Albus Dumbledore entrance. If the headmaster was surprised with Harry doing his homework, he certainly didn't show it.

Harry couldn't help but be anxious at the headmaster's appearance. Would he scold him? Hate him? He couldn't be expelled from school because of this could he? It was summer after all… but still. Would he say that Harry was too hectic to take care of over the summer, and send him away? Would he punish him? Would he lock him in the room? Harry was filled with dread and cautiousness as his mind once again took control of him.

But the headmaster did none of these things, instead, he approached the end of the bed and glanced over Harry's essay. The silence was torturous. When the headmaster finally spoke, it was just a comment on a minor error in his essay. Finally finished stalling, he brought up the topic at the heart of Harry's anxiety.

"So, my boy, what did you think of the lab?" The question was innocent enough, but that was the part that really troubled Harry.

"Err….. I didn't really mean to go in there." Harry mumbled, suddenly finding the floor rather interesting.

"Yes well… whether you meant to or not, is irrelevant. If it hadn't happened then, it would have happened sooner or later. At least this time Severus was there, and the Death Eater was captured. You know, Harry, I believe all things happen for some reason or another. If it weren't for your mistake, the death eater would still be there regardless, but we might not even have realized Snape found a hole in the door leading into the black lake. If it weren't for occurrences, maybe the hole wouldn't have been found until it was too late."

Harry pondered what the headmaster was saying. Of course, it was most likely another puzzle, and Harry had the feeling the headmaster wasn't talking about the day before alone. Finally looking up, Harry was startled to see the headmaster had left. Damn him for leaving me with another bloody riddle. Shaking his head, Harry once again checked over his Transfiguration essay before starting on potions.

Halfway through the essay he realized that the topic Snape had assigned them was barely covered in their potions text. He was tired of doing homework anyways, so he decided to make his way up to the library. He was about the leave when he turned around and stuffed all his books into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. No point of coming back here to do the work. Reaching the library, he looked around, only to find it deserted. He nearly slapped himself on the forehead for his stupidity.

Of course no one was there! It was the summer. Another thing he had to make himself different from your average wizard. He was probably one of the very few students that have been to Hogwarts over the summer. The silence pulled him back into his thoughts of the lab.

He couldn't find himself feeling too guilty over the occurrence. It was only proof of how many places were hidden all over the castle. Silently he decided that the next time he thought to explore the dungeons, he'd actually take the map with him. Actually…. not only the dungeons, but everywhere in the school.

Then he realized that the map hadn't shown the lab, so there must be more.. a lot more… to be found. All he had to do now was find a way to make the map show it. He moved to a table towards the back and took the map out of his bag. As quietly as he could, he mumbled the password. The walls did have ears, after all. Looking at the map, he noticed that Dumbledore was in his office and Snape was in his rooms. Filch was in the great hall, probably cleaning since there were no students to torture, and Mrs. Norris wasn't on the map at the moment…. interesting, he thought. During the school year, there were too many other people on the map to notice Mrs. Norris, but now that he thought about it, she disappeared a lot, and strangely ran into you at the worst of times.

Deciding he'd think about that later, he looked at the blank piece of parchment where the entrance to the lab should have been. He was unconsciously tracing the supposed entrance with his finger, when Hedwig swooped in. Madam Pince would have had a fit were she here. Harry was so out of it that he nearly threw the bird off his shoulder when she landed. In his panic, he accidentally cut his finger on one of her claws. He didn't notice it, however, until after he replaced his hand on the map.

Then the strangest thing happened. The blood seemed to be thinning and running around on the map, despite the fact that hardly any blood had fallen. He started breathing heavily as he realized that words were forming. He tried to calm himself by remembering what the map had done to Snape back in his third year, but he still remembered Tom's diary and the writing on the wall from the year before that. It sort of helped somewhat when he remembered the his father had helped make it. And Pettigrew, he added, but nothing could change the fact that Pettigrew was too stupid to do squat.

The second the words ceased to form, he read the message. This map is unfinished, but our time at Hogwarts runs short. You are not one of us, but it is our blood that runs through your veins. It is up to you to finish this map and carry on what we have been doing for seven years. Make us proud to call you our brother…. (orsister). That was moony…. Yes OR sister, but the point is,… what was our point? You know our point… (Great padfoot! You totally messed up our speech, and you know we can't change it now! I knew I should've read it.) Yes well…. Whatever…. its still recording us. Oh….um… what do I say? Don't forget us! We are THE greatest pranksters ever known to wizard.

~The Marauders

Any nervousness Harry had was gone now. That was definitely Sirius and his dad. He smiled… it was a sad smile, but he was getting somewhere. There was still that horrible ache that makes him feel like he needed to go jump into a lake, but…. the message did sort of help… somehow. The least he could do was finish the map for them. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do, he said to himself. He was brought back to reality when sharp claws tightened on his shoulder.
He saw that Hedwig had a small package tied to her foot and slowly took it from her. She left right after, as if to say that he took too long. Opening the letter that was attached , he saw it was from the twins. Browsing through it, he saw that it basically said that business was pouring in and that attached were some of their newest products. When he opened the package, there was a chocolate frog box. Cautiously opening the box, he made sure to remember NOT to eat anything the twins gave him. Especially if they claimed it to be one of their products. At first he wondered how the twins got Hedwig to give him the letter. But he didn't ponder it too much since Hedwig was a smart bird ad the twins were….well…. the twins!

He reached his hand inside and took the first thing he felt. He was amazed, as the item was about twice the size of the box. Then it just came to him. It was a box with basically no bottom, disguised to look like candy so you could….. There were a lot of things you could do with it. Silently thanking Fred and George, he decided to put whatever it was away and concentrate on it some other time. Looking back at the map, he nearly laughed at what he realized. They told him to finish it, but how the bloody hell do you add anything to it?

Part of him was sure they did it purposely, kind of like a test of some sort. His thoughts were drawn aside, however, by the dot making its way towards the general area of the library. Severus Snape more specifically. Not taking chances, he put everything into his bag. It still sort of amazed him that you could actually fit all that stuff into such a small box. He then took out his transfiguration/potions essays and books.

For some reason he felt that he should show McGonagall that he could actually do good work, had he the time. Snape was a lost cause since he would fail him anyways… but still…. maybe he might actually read Harry's essay for once. Whatever the reason, Harry decided that he was actually going to do all his work right, even it was just to prove to himself that he would've done the summer essays well if he could. Harry made his way to gather books on both topics, plus History of magic. Binns has no idea what he's talking about anyways and when Harry was stuck being bored to death, he might as well try to do better.

Harry smirked as he thought about Ron and Hermione's reactions to what he was doing. Ron would be horrified and Hermione gleeful. The smirk was lost though as he continued to think about his friends. Shaking his head he was quickly absorbed with the work he was doing. Suddenly his scar flared pain, and he pressed his hand to his forehead in a lost effort to keep the pain at bay. After it dimmed to a dull ache, he checked the time, he was shocked to see over four hours had passed, and he hadn't once thought about all those things that were bothering him. It was the prefect solution to get away from it all, but his eyes were burning. He was in the library longer then he is for an entire month of school! Grabbing his things, he left and started wondering aimlessly. He remembered that Snape was suppose to be somewhere in the area and decided to go back down to his room. Once there, he was drowned into the monotony of homework, only stopping occasionally to think about the map.

/Meanwhile\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Snape was still thinking as made he made his to his potion's lab. The normal one. His back was still rather raw, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. After leaving the lab, he made his way to the library. He came to a stop in front of the door, however. It was silent enough for him to hear the dull flipping of pages from inside. Realizing it must be Potter, he turned around and was about to leave when he went to knees in silent pain. Despite the fact that it has been happening for more then a year, the pain seemed to increase every time he was called. Stomach churning, he quickly made his way to the lab and left immediately, after sending his patronus to Dumbledore, and apparating as soon as he passed the wards.

The huge empty chamber was always dark enough to send shivers down his back, although it never showed. Like always, the place reeked of dark magic, and The Dark Lord was still sitting on that same chair. The one made of the bone of the "enemy". It was terribly twisted…. the way his mind worked. Looking around, he noticed it wasn't a full meeting. As only Malfoy, Pettigrew, and himself were present.

Obviously the Dark Lord either didn't know about the capture yet, or wasn't informed of the plan at all, because if he had, plenty more death eaters would have been called, about twenty would be screaming in pain at that very moment. "Severussss…. tell me…has the fool told you anything of Potter's location. Anything at all?" Occluding, Snape said "No, nothing as of yet, my lord. It seems his level of trust is rather limited. Especially concerning the Potter brat. I'm sure that it will change in time. I will be sure that is does" Clearly Voldemort wasn't happy with this.

"I've given you time Severus. Plenty of time. It should not be taking this long for the fool to trust you. He's trust wrong time and time again. This is what you shall do. You will inform him of an attack on Hogsmeade, three days from now. I will send some of the new recruits with portkeys. It shall be and initiation of some sort, we can say. Make sure you go with the fool. Attack our side if you must."

Severus' mind was swimming with unasked questions. Mostly about the fact that many of his former students that he couldn't gain control of could be captured or killed that day. The thought saddened him, but he didn't show it of course.

The Dark Lord must have asked him something, because a second later he was under the cruciatus. What seemed like an eternity later, the curse was lifted.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND… Severuss?"

"Of couse my lord" Severus replied.

Shortly after, he found himself making the torturous walk up to the Headmaster's office, so out of it that he didn't realize Peeves had dropped a banana peel on his head. And that was saying something.

For the writing on the map, Sirius did most of the talking, Remus said "or sister", and James said the whole thing about messing up the speech.

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