[a/n]Only plot here is to make everyone grin.
Harry Does Different CCXCII
Lone Traveler VII
Harry had begun to feel his age, well whatever that was. At any rate sleep done him a world of good. Obviously though, he still had more to do. The last few worlds had been quite unpleasant, so seeing the fields around his alma mater green and blooming was welcome. As usual he'd have to get a local to determine WHEN he was. Smiling at the sound of cheering he saw "Quidditch!"
"That's G5 sir." The girl at the ticket booth said "Of course it goes to benefit Hogwarts. For only another Galleon you can have a pair of Game Glasses."
He handed over two coins and took two pair, passing one to a little boy behind him and walked into the stadium. Feeling quite nostalgic, he paid the Kn7 for a butterbeer. Sought a seat in the general audience area.
"Welcome to the last game before Yule break!" yelled the announcer "Hufflepuff vs Slytherin!"
Some of the family names, the Lone Traveler recognized, but none of the faces. Looking around the stands, he settled on the Gryffindor box and blinked in surprise "Percy? No. That's Charlie. Hmmmm got the Head Boy badge. And looook there! Young and innocent Jr. Marauders themselves. Hahahah."
Just before the game was to start a salvo of fireworks went off and little Fred and George were slapping hands gleefully. They clearly had yet to learn the fine art of deniability. In seconds, Mr. Filch made his way through the Gryffindor stands to drag the twins off by the ears.
"Can't let that stand." Commented the Lone Traveler as he left his seat. As soon as no witnesses were around he whipped out his Invisibility Cloak and chased after the trio.
By the time he caught up the Caretaker was castigating the boys "I miss the old punishments. Thumbscrews in the cellar. If you were real bad, they'd give the Blood Quill treatment. Over and over writing Rotten Children OOOH the screams! Now you two sit there and - - -"
"Somnius!" a flash of red entered the slightly-more-than-a-closet office, followed by a half-visible man, who caught the falling Filch and settled him into a chair. And began a slight chastisement "Well done on the display. Bit lackluster… truth be told… but not bad for ickle Firsties."
The twins glared "And you" "coulda done" "better?"
"Misters Weasley, in my school days I managed to rescue a princess from an evil king who commanded a dragon. Granted….I was a Second Year." The Lone Traveler grinned at their disbelieving expressions and began rifling through the desk "Don't have time to tell tales, probably. AH! There we are!"
Fred looked at the package that had been tossed in his lap. George demanded "Big deal! Bit of parchment! So?"
"Put your wand to it and say Reveal your secrets." Harry ordered, chuckling at the memory evoked.
*YAWN* HEY WORMTAIL SOMEONE'S KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
MR. WORMTAIL REQUESTS MR. MOONEY CHECK IT OUT
WAND FEELS LIKE A NEWBIE, CERTAINLY NOT READY FOR FULL ACCESS
MR. PRONGS SUGGESTS A FEW SIMPLE PRANKS TO TEST WILLINGNESS AND POTENTIAL
MR. PADFOOT DECLINES, TELL THEM COME BACK WITH THE PASSWORD
MR. WORMTAIL AGREES WITH MR. MOONEY AND MR. PRONGS. LET'S SEE WHAT THE FIRSTIE HAS, BUT MR. PADFOOT IS CORRECT, KNOWLEDGE MUST BE EARNED.
MR. MOONEY WILL OFFER SOME FIRST-YEAR ASSIGNMENTS
"What else can this do?" asked Fred.
Harry answered somewhat blandly "A map of the school, secret passages too. Other stuff."
"Are you one of these guys?" asked George.
Harry shook his head "No. They call me The Lone Traveler. My job today was to get this into the hand of people up to no good."
"That's us!" the redheads high-fived each other.
George went on "This Padfoot guy mentioned a password. You know it, don't you?"
"I shall defer to Messrs. Padfoot and Wormtail." Answered the Lone Traveler "If you're just handed the answer, you won't benefit from earning the knowledge."
Fred complained "You sound like McGonagall."
"High praise indeed, Mr. Weasley." Harry gave a minimal bow of his head and disappeared from the small office in a flash of light.
George wondered "How'd he do that? You're not supposed to dissaparate in Hogwarts!"
MR. MOONEY REMINDS MR. WEASLEY KNOWLEDGE MUST BE EARNED
AND MR. PRONGS POINTS OUT FILCH WON'T SLEEP FOREVER
The Weasley twins looked up from the fascinating paper, to each other, grabbed a half-dozen other things of interest and fled the Caretaker's office