"Oi, watch where you're stepping, Peter!"

"That's my toes now you're on!"

"Ouch… blimey!"

The five of us together only just fit beneath the invisibility cloak, especially since Peter was clumsy and kept tripping over us and stepping on our feet. So to an onlooker, we were just a trail of trainers moving on their own. James clutched the cloth, in the lead, squinting through the dark. I was watching ahead for any signs of Peeves, Filch, Mrs. Norris, or any of the teachers, but the corridors were mercifully empty.

We made our way through the stairs, whose revolutions we'd basically memorised by now, and quietly crept along to the top of the staircase leading to the Entrance Hall. Moonlight pooled through the high windows, giving us the ability to see.

Down the grimey steps to the dungeons, we moved as quietly as we could, all huddled together nervously, the dark walls seeming to loom over us. The paintings on the walls down here were of a darker nature than the ones in the higher halls, and their occupants seemed to be watching us, despite the cloak. We passed the Potions classroom, and Slughorn's office and came to the stretch of corridor where Remus had apparently seen Tutman, Malfoy and Snape. We came to a stop, hovering against the wall.

"Alright," whispered James, "Which door is it?"

Remus pointed.

James shrugged out from beneath the cloak and walked over to the prefect's toilet door and pressed his wand to the lock. "Alohomora!" His voice seemed loud, even though it was barely above a whisper. Nothing happened. I frowned.

"You need a password for a prefect's toilet," Peter hissed.

Sirius tossed the cloak off of himself as well and hurried over to the door to join James. "It's the Slytherins," he said confidently, "How hard can their password be? They aren't very bright, are they?" He turned to the door. "Snakes! Pureblood!"

"Unlock!" James tried, "Err… password!"

"Slytherin!" Sirius tried, "Slughorn! Er… oh, I remember, from those files we stole from Filch's office! Salazar!"

There was a series of clicks. Remus, Peter and I lifted the cloak off ourselves and Remus folded it into his pocket as Peter and I scrambled to join Sirius and James at the door of the prefects' toilet. We stood before it, staring up at the door, excitement rushing through my veins.

"We did it," whispered Sirius.

"Blimey," I mumbled.

"Well," said Remus, voice shaky, "Shall we?"

Sirius nodded and reached for the handle. "Wait," I said. "Wands out. We should be ready in case there's something horrible in there."

"Like the Dark Lord?" asked James, with a slightly nervous air of sarcasm.

"Wh-what good are our wands going to do against… against the D-D-Dark Lord?" Peter quivered.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Well, we have a werewolf, don't we? He hasn't got one of those." He smiled at Remus.

"It's not the full moon, mate," said Remus, "I'm afraid I'd be of little use tonight."

Sirius pushed the door open quite suddenly, sick of the anticipation that was building up already. The door swung open and inside there was utter darkness. He glanced around, then took a timid step forward. "No lanterns," he said, "It's quite dark… I can't see a thing."

"Lumos," I said and my wand tip ignited, glowing pale light filling the corners of the toilet.

"Handy," said James, impressed by my execution of one of the first bloody spells we ever learned for some reason.

Sirius waved his wand, "Lumos," he mimicked me and his wand lit up, too. The others did as well. The little room was quite bright now and we glanced around. The walls were still dark and plain, a painting of the giant squid eating a ship on black water adorned one wall and a deep, inset bath filled the floor, though it was large enough that it could have been mistaken for a swimming pool. Otherwise, it was an utterly boring, typical-looking toilet. We lowered our wands.

"Nothing," said Remus, confused.

"Maybe they decided not to do whatever it was anymore since you'd caught them," Peter suggested, calming down as he saw there wasn't anything going on in the bathroom.

"Maybe," I said, but I wasn't convinced. I looked to Remus and he too had a look of suspicion. It seemed far more likely that we were missing something, or overlooking it.

We began to walk around the room and looked, waving our wands about.

James was near one of the stalls when he called out, "Look at this!" He was kneeling on the floor in the corner. Sirius and I hurried over to see what James was holding up. It was what looked like a piece of broken mirror glass, which James had picked up from the floor. There was a piece of the same shape missing from the corner of the wall. But the most peculiar thing about it was that as James looked into the piece in his hand, it reflected his face as a normal mirror would, but the wall wasn't reflecting a thing.

I looked up at the wall. "It's a mirror? Why doesn't it reflect?" Sirius asked, voicing my confusion. I took the piece from James' hand and pressed it into the space that was missing it on the wall. It fit perfectly. I looked at the two boys with concern, as well as Remus who had joined us. "Strange…"

I didn't pay attention to Peter stammering frantically behind us.

James touched his palm to the mirror on the wall. "Even when you touch it… nothing. Even glass would reflect this close up."

"Where's the reflection going?" Sirius mused.

A raspy, high voice that was none of our own spoke, seeming to come from the very walls around us. "Where indeed?"

I looked up and saw a cloaked figure, whose features were obscured by the darkness his cloak afforded him, staring back at us from the mirror. The four of us jumped back from the mirror quickly, and joined Peter several steps back, all huddled together.

Suddenly the door opened to our side and Lucius Malfoy came in, his cloak and pyjamas waving around his ankles. He was breathless, likely running all the way from the Slytherin common room to get here. He clutched the door frame, panting, and his eyes swept from the reflection in the mirror to us huddled in the middle of the room.

"Get them, you idiot!" The figure in the mirror snapped.

"Yes my Lord!" Lucius shouted as he lept at us.

Thinking fast, James shoved the four of us down and ducked out of the way himself. Peter teetered on the edge of the bath and fell in with a shriek and a splash of water as we sprinted for the hall. Lucius himself just barely caught himself from joining Peter, and rounded quickly to try and catch us in the corridor.

We ran as hard as we could. The only thing on my mind was getting away from Lucius Malfoy before he could catch us. We crossed the Entrance Hall and started up the stairs, trainers squeaking on the stone as we moved through the darkness. I could hear Lucius Malfoy on our heels - and I even found myself ducking red sparks of light as Lucius shot spells at us. I narrowly missed one that I had to skip over as it shot past my ankles.

We dove into the second floor corridor. We need some place to hide! Once we got to the end of the hall, Remus yanked the silvery fabric of the invisibility cloak and threw it over himself, keeping one side raised to catch us as we came 'round the corner. "Guys!" he hissed, "Under here." James, Sirius and I skidded over and ducked beneath the cloak with Remus.

"Where's Peter?" Remus asked.

James looked around, "Dunno," he replied. "I - I thought he was behind us."

I became quite nervous. "Think Malfoy caught him?"

Sirius gnawed his lower lip. "I'm going to find him," Sirius announced. He reached for the edge of the cloak.

"Sirius, don't be stupid!" said James, catching his arm. "You can't, you'll get caught by Malfoy yourself! Merlin knows what he'll do to you. We need to go find Dumbledore."

Sirius' eyes flashed, "Merlin knows what he's doing to Peter right now!" he exclaimed, "By the time we figure out where Dumbledore even is, Peter could be done for."

"He wouldn't kill him," Remus said. "And I know where Dumbledore's office is. It's up on the fifth floor, by the gargoyles. We could go up and get Dumbledore, then go find Malfoy and Peter and-"

"We don't have time to go get Dumbledore!" exclaimed Sirius, "Malfoy could be using the Cruciatus Curse on Peter right now and Peter's… Peter couldn't handle that, okay? He's too little and… and… he's afraid of everything… he needs us. We have to go back for him. I have to go back for him. You three can go find Dumbledore."

"Okay, but you aren't going alone," James said. "I'll come with you. Remus, Sabrina, you go find Dumbledore and tell him what's going on. We'll be safer going in pairs."

"Okay," Remus nodded.

"You'd better take the cloak," James chimed in, "You two are going farther, you're more likely to run into Filch and he'll stop you from finding Dumbledore. If we run into Filch, it'll be better because he'll catch Malfoy anyway."

I nodded.

"Just don't let anybody see this cloak… especially Dumbledore," James instructed, "He'll take it away and we need to finish our map."

"We won't," I promised.

James and Sirius ducked out from under the invisibility cloak and ran down the corridor, turning the corner and disappearing from sight. Remus and I each took a deep breath and started along the hallway, careful to keep the invisibility cloak secure. There was a part of me that wished we'd just stayed in our warm beds and never ventured out of the dormitories at all.

Going and investigating what Malfoy was up to suddenly seemed a desperately foolish errand. Malfoy was a seventh year, practically an adult, in fact he may have come of age already, if he had a December birthday. We had reason to believe that he was actually working for the darkest wizard in the world, too. There was no way that a bunch of motley first year students were going to take on that kind of power and win. No way at all! And now Peter… little Peter Pettigrew was going to get the blunt end of it. Whatever Peter had said earlier, when we'd been talking about Remus' condition just didn't matter anymore. I'm just worried about my friend.

It wasn't until we reached the corridor on the fifth floor, and saw the gargoyles looming ahead of us in the darkness, that I realised what we were about to do. I've admired Dumbledore ever since the moment I'd first laid eyes on him during the Sorting. He seemed like the type of wizard to let all hell loose when he was angry. I hoped he wouldn't feel that way when we'd told him about sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night, and not just coming to him in the first place.

Remus pulled the invisibility cloak off of us and folded it up. I took a deep breath as he stuck it in his pocket. I looked to Remus, unsure how we pass through the giant stone statue and into the Headmaster's office.

"What do we do now?" I said, knocking on the wall. There was no answer.

"I dunno," Remus replied nervously. "Whenever I've been to his office, I've been escorted. I didn't know there was a special way you had to get in."

A voice to my left startled me. "Password?" It was one of the gargoyles.

Remus and I exchanged a look. "Do you have the password?" the gargoyle repeated.

"I… no, I don't but… but it's an emergency," Remus stammered. "I'm Remus Lupin. Professor Dumbledore - er - he knows me," he added quickly, "He said I could find him if I ever had any trouble." I raised my eyebrows at Remus, and he shrugged.

The gargoyle seemed to hesitate, as if he was considering what Remus said. Then it was like a light went off in the boy's head. "I enjoy a bit of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum!" I looked at Remus with confusion. Was this really the time to be thinking about sweets?

"Well. In that case," The gargoyles suddenly sprang to life and moved out of the way. And as they moved, a door appeared in the wall.

I blinked in surprise. "That's the password?" We hurried past the gargoyles and through the door. I stepped onto the first step of the staircase, and it must be enchanted because it carried us up, up to a landing. We ran for the door and Remus raised his hand to knock but before he could, the door opened and there, in the frame, was Albus Dumbledore.

"Mister Lupin, Miss Stratford," he said, peering down at us through his half-moon spectacles.

"Professor," Remus said hurriedly, "There's… there's been a-"

"What are you two doing out of bed?" Dumbledore asked.

Remus was having trouble talking so I interrupted him, my words spewing out in a panic. "Professor, it's a long story, but… well, Sirius, James, Remus, Peter and I, we had a… a hunch… and… well, we had to go and investigate… just come quickly." I boldly grabbed hold of the headmaster's hand and pulled him toward the stairwell.

To Dumbledore's credit, he didn't hesitate nor ask any further questions. He simply followed.

As we were heading back down to the dungeons, I heard a voice in the distance. It sounded like Filch! "Lucky, you are, that Dumbledore took away the old punishments… I'd string you up and cane you if I could…"

As if he was making a dramatic entrance, Dumbledore spoke before we had even fully come down the stairs. "Nobody will be strung up and beaten tonight, Mister Filch."

Once we rounded the corner, all eyes were on Dumbledore, Remus and I. Filch was holding onto James and Sirius, with Malfoy and Snape gripping onto Peter. All six of them looked equally surprised.

"Students caught out of bed, sir," Filch said eagerly.

"Nevertheless, there is no need to manhandle students," Dumbledore said. Reluctantly, Filch let go of Sirius' arm. Sirius glowered up at him and rubbed the spot Filch's hand had clutched him. Behind them, Malfoy and Snape both released Peter, equally reluctantly. Dumbledore smiled, "Very good. Now, let us go and have a seat and figure out what exactly is going on this evening, shall we?" he waved up toward the Great Hall, and we all shuffled into the empty room, the enchanted ceiling glowing with magically-reflected star and moon lights overhead.

We all took a seat facing one another across the nearest table, Ravenclaw's house table. Dumbledore magicked a chintz chair and settled himself down at the head of the table where we were all sitting. "Tea?" he asked, and before anyone could answer - not that anyone was about to - he waved his wand and nine tea cups appeared before us. Dumbledore smiled benignly, lifting his cup to his mouth and looked about. "So," he said, "Who is going to explain why so many students are out of bed at such an hour?"

"Disrespect!" Filch sneered, "No fear of punishment! Thinking they can get away with doing whatever they like…" he glared at us, and I sent a sneer his way. We wouldn't just be taking random midnight strolls, we had a mission!

Dumbledore rubbed his fingertips together. "Perhaps."

"I heard quite a lot of noise in the hallway outside of the Slytherin common room," Malfoy said in a commanding voice, "And, being Head Boy..."

"... more like Huge Bighead," I mumbled.

"...I thought it my duty to enforce the rules of the castle and I went, expecting to find Slytherin students, to collect the offenders and found these first years…"

James exploded, "That's a lie!"

"Yeah! He summoned you," Sirius snapped.

Malfoy's eyes flickered ever so slightly as he looked at the two of them. "I haven't any idea what you're talking about."

"The Dark Lord!" Sirius exclaimed.

Dumbledore looked mildly surprised, pressing his steepled hands to his lips as he looked over the eight of us seated 'round the end of the table. "Let us not assign titles like 'Lord' to those who have not earned them," he said. "The man to whom you are referring calls himself Voldemort these days. We shall use that name for him in this school."

"Well, Voldemort, then," Sirius said, wanting to get to the point. "Malfoy's a Death Eater! He works for Voldemort!"

Malfoy chuckled, eyeing him darkly, "My, my, how quickly we'll turn on even blood in the name of getting out of trouble." he turned back to Dumbledore. "This is, of course, absurd."

"Indeed," mumbled Dumbledore, but his expression seemed grim.

"These four students were out of bounds, out of their dorms, in the middle of the night, sneaking 'round the Slytherin halls," Lucius said hotly, "Doing Merlin knows what… they're known bullies," he added. "They've antagonised Severus since the first day of term."

"He's bullied us back," muttered Sirius hotly.

"Bollocks!" Severus snapped. "I haven't bullied you!"

"You have!" James yelped, "Turned Lily against us, too, haven't you?"

"Don't talk about my Lily! You don't even know her!" Severus snapped.

"She doesn't belong to you!" I said, "She isn't your house elf, which is how you seem to treat her."

Sirius scoffed, "Sabrina, please, Severus doesn't have any clue how a house elf is treated. His family's too poor to have one."

"See?!" shouted Severus, pointing, "Always that lot that starts it!"

And quite suddenly, Severus, James and Sirius and I were all shouting at once at one another, arguing about who had started what and when.

Dumbledore stood up, "Enough." We all shut up immediately. "I am led to believe that everyone at this table is guilty of exactly the same thing: being out of bed at a late hour, and," Dumbledore held up his hand to stop Sirius from interrupting him, "- I don't think I am getting a full story from any of you. Just a lot of finger-pointing across this table. I believe that we need to be careful of the accusations that we pass, and keep in mind that when we point a finger at someone else, there are four others pointing it back at ourselves. Now, for tonight, I say that we shall all go to bed and trust that I shall be looking into the things we have discussed here tonight… and keeping an eye on each of you. I recommend that we follow the rules that have been set at this school, and respect them."

Filch's voice was panicked. "What? No punishment?"

"Not tonight, Mister Filch, I am very sorry to inform you," Dumbledore said. "Now, please, Mister Filch, if you will see Severus and Lucius to the Slytherin dungeons, I will bring Remus, Sabrina, James, Peter and Sirius to Gryffindor tower."

Filch looked rather depressed. "Yes, headmaster," he muttered.

"Very good," Dumbledore said brightly, "Pip, pip, then." he waved his wand and the tea cups and chair he'd been sitting in disappeared with a pop. He then began leading us shuffling Gryffindors up the stairs as Filch muttered under his breath, leading Lucius and Severus down into the dungeons.

"Come along," Dumbledore said to us, "Off to bed, to dream dreams and rest our minds."

We trudged along. As we climbed the stairs through the castle, all the way up to Gryffindor Tower, I wondered how we could convince Dumbledore of what we'd found out. It was at the portrait of the Fat Lady, as the other four were climbing through, that I turned back to the headmaster. "He's in the mirror somehow," I said.

Dumbledore looked mildly interested, so I continued. "Voldemort, I mean. In the prefect's toilet. We saw him. Somehow the mirror doesn't reflect what's in front of it, but something else. Sirius has a piece that broke off from it." I paused. "I don't know," I added guiltily, "We just wanted to check it out. Bilius Weasley was suspicious, too. He thought Professor Tutman might be… might be imperiused. By Malfoy. I'm sorry, sir."

Dumbledore nodded. "I appreciate you telling me the truth, Sabrina," he said. "And as I said downstairs, I will look into this. But, in the future, it would be advisable to share your suspicions with me first… rather than investigating the matter yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I nodded.

Dumbledore eyed me for a moment, then sighed and straightened his spectacles. "Very well. To bed with you, then."

"Goodnight, sir," I said.

"Goodnight," Dumbledore said.

I disappeared through the portrait hole into the common room.

Q&A:

SummerTheSlytherinApricot says, "omg, I love this. I always get excited when it's updated ahahhahahha. I ship Sirius and Sabrina. I feel like they work better. Remus and Sabrina could also work however I think that Sabrina and Sirius can be caring, shy, mischievous and loud at times and that they would be the most comfortable together. Also, I love Tonks and Remus together. Love my main boy Teddy. For some reason I see Sabrina dying around the same time James and Lily died in the books and that James and Lily would also die because i still see the Harry Potter books happening the same way even if there was an extra marauder. I might be wrong though ahahah. ooooooooooo what will Sabrina's marauder name be? Maybe it will come when they can successfully transform into animagi. yay im excited"

I think it's hilarious that you guys are shipping Sabrina with various characters. I just hope I can make you guys all happy with the direction I'm planning on taking! I'm trying to put motives behind why each character thinks or behaves the way they do, and I feel like that will be paramount when it comes to romance, since ships are such a delicate thing and easy to do horribly wrong. I also LOVE Tonks and Remus together, even though I also like Wolfstar, I'm a conflicted soul! Teddy does indeed ROCK! He and James Sirius Potter are my favs of their generation.

In terms of if/when Sabrina will die, of course I won't reveal anything, but I do have her entire rough story planned, MUHAHAHA. I will say some plot points will be the same as canon, and some will be completely different.

What will Sabrina's marauder name be? GOOD QUESTION IVE NO CLUE MARAUDER NAMES ARE SO HARDDDDD. Lol wish me luck on that one. Thankfully I've already chosen what animal she'll be, but STILL it's difficult! But yes, her name won't be revealed until way into the animagus storyline. Glad to see you're excited, I am too! I love writing this story so much it's honestly helping me through the quarantine. My area is the most dangerous place in my country right now, so let's just say I haven't left the house since last Friday, and I've got about two months worth of food in my pantry at the moment. FUN.