Nothing belongs to me. I may not be updating as regularly soon, but I will try to update at least every week. If its been longer than a week, Dm or review telling me so and I'll write one. I really don't want to abandon this story.
Remus licked his chapped lips and focused on the piece of parchment in his hands. "Homulus Motus Gemini" he whispered. The ink on the map began to spread, and Remus could see little dots of people.
James had been the one to illustrate the map, he was a rather good artist. His careful hand had drawn out all the corridors, while Peter had corrected the scale. Sirius had pottered around from job to job, helping. And Remus had worked out the charms on the map.
"what does the charm mean in English?" Peter asked. "it means replicate the moving people." Remus said. "Homulus, also used in spells such as Homulus Revelio, means people. The Motus part means movement. And the Gemini part means twin, or, in this case, replicate. Like from the Gemini charm, and the Gemini twins, Castor and Pollux or Castor and Polydeuces, or else-" "Remus, when I meant explain it in English, I didn't mean give me a lecture on spells and old things." Remus winced slightly. "no, I'm sorry Peter."
Remus frequently felt like he went overboard with explanations. He didn't mean to, he just sort of kept explaining. Sirius and James hugged each other, rather enthusiastically. "the map works!" James yelled. "Remus, you are a genius!" Remus blushed. "without you, we couldnt have made it though, your drawings are amazing!" Remus said. "well, yes, but you did all the charms." James said.
"I have a surprise for you all." James said. "my father finally convinced my mother to let me have it. Come and see." the four marauders bounded up the stairs and into the dormitory. "look" James said, pulling a long, elegant cloak out of his bag."
"what is it?" Peter asked. "it's a cloak of invisibility. But its amazing. Dad has had it ages, says his own father passed it down to him. Apparently its been passed down father to son, since the Peverells." James replied.
Although Peter and Remus noticed nothing unusual about the name, Sirius clearly did. "Peverell?" Sirius asked. "yeah, why?" James replied. "well, you know the story of the three brothers?" everyone nodded. "well, they were the peverells. And the youngest brother asked death for an invisibility cloak. What if… if this is that cloak?"
"mate, have you gone mad? That's a fairy story" James said. "well, yeah, but invisibilty cloaks dont normally last longer than ten years." Sirius said, still gazing in awe at the shimmering cloth. "that doesnt mean its a hallow." James said firmly. "believing in fairy stories is dangerous." Remus said, thinking of his book.
Having blind trust in anything or anyone is stupid and dangerous. It makes you weak, it makes you obsessive. If you trust every word that something says, if you allow yourself to believe in a fiction, then you put yourself at the mercy of the book.
There are wizards who have been driven to madness by the story of the deathly hallows. They crave to become the master of death, and they waste their whole lives trying to find them all. This is dangerous behaviour. This obsession is damaging not only to them, but to other children, so desperate for answers or a sense of belonging that they follow them, and try to spend their whole lives searching for whatever it is their story tells them to look for.
Stories can be powerful. They can be powerful saviours, powerful weapons, powerful advice, and also, they can be powerful enemies.