SATURDAY DECEMBER 18, 1993
"Harry, old buddy, old pal," Fred wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"It's the day of your first Hogsmeade weekend." George ruffled his hair.
"Our little Harry is all grown up." Fred wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"Sorry, it's not happening. Relatives would never give permission for something fun, besides, I'm not going to leave Luna here alone."
"Well, that is a bit of a pickle," George said.
"But there is something we can do."
"After all, there is more than one way out of the castle." George winked at Fred conspiratorially.
"Consider it an apology for what little Ronnikins did to you." Fred and George presented him with a bit of parchment.
"Well, thanks guys. Just want I always wanted, an old bit of parchment." Harry squinted at the piece of parchment in his hand. "A very magical bit of parchment... What does it do?"
"This here is something we filched from Filch in our first year during a detention."
"He nicked it from a student he had in detention, but never knew what it was."
"Naturally, we figured it out."
"It's an artifact left over from the four greatest pranksters to ever grace these hallowed halls."
"We present you with,"
"The Marauder's Map!" The two finished in unison.
"Just tap the map with your wand and say 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good'," Fred instructed.
"And when you're done say 'Mischief managed'." George added.
"I'm sure you'll find it as useful as we did."
"Not that we need it anymore."
"We've got the whole thing memorized."
Harry tapped the map with his wand. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Lines began to spread out along the parchment from the point where his wand touched it, forming a map of the school that went from edge to edge. He could see everyone in the school as little dots labeled with their name, including the headmaster in his office. "Wow, this has everything short of the chamber of secrets on here."
"Use it well."
"I recommend the passage behind the hump backed witch," Fred said before the two scuttled off to visit mayhem upon the unsuspecting village of Hogsmeade.
Harry had no intention of going to Hogsmeade. He could always ask Dobby for whatever he needed and he'd rather spend his time with Luna. They had an appointment to see Professor Lupin in a few minutes learn more about his parents, and just to spend time with him since he had been sick so often.
"Mischief Managed." Harry folded the map along its already present creases.
A moment later, Luna arrived, carrying the book she had misplaced. Harry suspected that it had been misplaced into her book bag and it had only been an excuse to give the twins a chance to talk with him.
The two headed up to Remus Lupin's office. Harry wasn't paying entirely enough attention and had failed to notice that he had still been holding the Marauder's Map.
"Harry, where did you get that?"
"You seem awfully surprised about a little bit of parchment."
"A little bit of parchment I helped enchant."
Harry blushed in embarrassment. "So I suppose trying to hide it now would be a bit foolish."
"Yes."
"The twins found it and gave it to me today."
"I guess, since we are here to talk about your father," Professor Lupin began pouring some cups of tea. "I suppose that is the best place to start." He took the map and folded it properly. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
As the map filled in, there was an image of Hogwarts with the words "Messrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs proudly present The Marauder's Map"
"Your father was Prongs. He was given that nickname because he was a stag animagus, he could transform at will into a stag with a magnificent rack of antlers which gave him his name. We used to joke that he had a nicer rack than many of the girls."
"What about the others?"
"Padfoot," Remus gripped the map tightly, "was that traitor Sirius Black. He could transform into a large black dog."
"Professor Lupin," Harry said, "You rode the train to Hogwarts to protect the students from the dementors. Do you remember what we talked about?"
"I... No, I don't," he let out an annoyed growl, "I remember getting on the train, and then the dementors..."
"Dumbledore obliviated you too..."
"Why would Dumbledore obliviate me?" Remus Lupin asked.
"To hide the fact that he has been systematically ruining my life, including throwing Sirius into Azkaban without a trial when he knew that Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper. Do you remember? Peter Pettigrew was masquerading as Ronald Weasley's rat. You tried to capture him earlier this year. I bet he was the one named Wormtail."
"And, you were Mooney because you are a werewolf," Luna added, shocking Remus with her knowledge.
"How did you find out?"
"You are always sick right around the full moon. It was rather obvious for anyone who paid attention."
Remus sighed as they sipped their tea. "So I've been obliviated."
"Come with us to my room. I can show you my memories of what happened."