AN: 'Ello! Hopefully things will start progressing with this fic. I've had little motivation, so I've been procrastinating. Please be patient with me. ANY WHO, hope you enjoy!

Song: Bring It On by The Royalties

September 22, 1989

It was Friday evening, after classes had been dismissed. Dru was standing outside Filch's office, whilst Fred and George where peeking around the corner. In each of their arms was an alarming amount of dung bombs. They smirked maliciously at Dru and nodded at her to knock on the door.

Dru sighed and shook her head slightly. "There is no way we're going to get away with this," she said to herself. Despite this, she knocked on the door.

The door whined on its hinges as it was slowly swung open. Filch stood in the doorway, Mrs. Norris curled around his ankles. He dropped his gaze so that he was looking at Dru. A sneer graced his features and his eyes narrowed. "What the bloody hell do you want?" he spat.

"Thank Merlin you're here, Mr. Filch!" cried Dru, doing her best to sound as distraught as possible. "I just saw Peeves trashing Professor Fernwolf's classroom. Y'know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"I know who she is, Tonks," Filch growled.

"All right! No need to get defensive about it. Anyway, she told me to come get you to sort it out."

"Damn poltergeist," Filch grumbled to himself as he started to limp off in the direction of Professor Fernwolf's class, Mrs. Norris on his heels. "Damn woman. She's the bleeding Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for hell's sake!"

Dru waited till he was completely out of sight before she whispered to the twins. "All right you two, hurry up!"

The boys quickly dashed into the office. "Stay here and keep watch, Dru," Fred told her. She nodded and shut the door behind the boys.

Dru stood there for about five minutes before she began to pace back and forth. Her nerves were beginning to get the best of her. There's no way we're going to get away with this, she thought to herself again. Absolutely no way!

After 20 minutes of this, the door behind her creaked open slightly, "Is the coast clear?" George asked her.

Dru looked down both directions of the hallway. "I think so," she told them.

The boys slipped out of the office quietly and shut the door behind them. Dru sighed in relief, but her relief was short lived when she heard a hiss. Jerking her head in the direction of the noise, she saw Mrs. Norris turn the corner. "RUN!" she yelled to the boys as she took off in the opposite direction.

The boys followed her example and raced after her. They were in such a hurry to escape Mrs. Norris and Filch, that they didn't notice that there was someone else walking towards them.

"HOLD IT YOU THREE!"

Dru came to a screeching halt, but Fred and George had no time to react. The two of them crashed straight into Dru, which caused them all to end up in a heap on the stone floor.

"Come on! Get up," the stranger demanded. When Dru looked up to see who it was, she was filled with dread.

Standing in front of them was none other than Griselda Fernwolf, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was a very intimidating woman with curly, dark brown hair cut in a pixie style. Her hands where on her hips and her usually kind smile was replace with a look of disappointment, anger, and general annoyance.

The trio of students quickly got to their feet and faced her. Both Fred and George tried to look as innocent as possible. Dru tried to mirror their expressions, but it was clear that she was failing.

"Miss Tonks," Professor Fernwolf began, narrowing her violet eyes at the girl, "is there a reason Mister Filch came to my classroom and started blabbering on about Peeves?"

Dru cleared her throat before speaking, "Well, Professor, the thing is-"

BOOM

She was cut off by the loud racket coming from Filch's office.

Fernwolf gave the three of them a harsh glare. "Let's go you three!" she said, ushering them back in the direction Filch's office.

When the four of them turned the corner, they saw Filch storm out of his office. He pulled the collar of his coat up so that it covered his nose and mouth. The minute he saw them, he limped towards them in a blind fury. "You lot dare use Dung bombs on me?!" he growled at them. "Mark my words, you will pay for this. I'll string you up by your ankles and-"

"That's quite enough, Mister Filch," said Fernwolf, cutting him off. "I assure you that the three of them will not go unpunished." She turned her attention onto the three students in front of her, "For starters, five points will be deducted from each of you." Dru grumbled to herself, but the boys, on the other hand, decided to make a fuss.

"Just a moment," cried Fred.

"There's no proof to suggest that we're the ones at fault," George finished.

Professor Fernwolf shook her head and adverted her eyes to the ceiling for a brief moment. Dru was certain that if she had spoken she would have said something along the lines of, I don't get paid enough for this. "Hold out your hands, the lot of you," Fernwolf told them.

They all did as they were told. Dru's hands were clean, but the same couldn't be said for Fred and George. Their hands were covered in grime, an unfortunate side-effect of handling Dung bombs. The pair of them sheepishly hid their hands behind their backs.

"I knew it!" yelled Filch, his jowls quivering with malice. "I knew you two were behind this! Just you wait till I get my hands on you, you slimy, little-"

"Mister Filch!" interrupted Fernwolf. "Mister Weasley, Miss Tonks, and Mister Weasley will happily clean up their mess before they are allowed to join their classmates for dinner. And, they will be spending tomorrow afternoon assisting you in whatever chore you see fit."

"But, tomorrow's Saturday!" complained Fred.

Fernwolf glared down at him. "You should have thought about that before you decided to proceeded with this foolish act, Mister Weasley." She then waved her wand, causing three bins to appear. "You may join everyone for dinner after this mess is cleaned!" she commanded before storming off without another word, her mauve robes swirling behind her.

"Get a move on, you three!" bellowed Filch. "I don't fancy babysitting you lot for the rest of the night."

Sighing in defeat, Dru, George, and Fred each grabbed a bin and shuffled into Filch's office.

It was a tedious task, Dru decided. The boys had done their absolute best to cover every square inch of the room with Dung bombs. Even the shelves, which were already crammed with items from years of confiscating things from students, were littered with Dung bombs. It took forever! Well, okay, maybe not forever, but Dru was certain that it took them at least 45 minutes to clean up the mess. Filch even ended up dozing off while he waited for them to finish.

Just as they were finishing up, Fred whispered, "Oi! George, Dru, come take a look at this." Checking that Filch was still asleep, Dru made her way over to Fred.

He was holding up a large piece of parchment up to his eyes. "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present the Marauders Map," George read over his twin's shoulder.

"Well, some map it is," said Fred dryly. "It's blank." He opened the map to show George and Dru.

"Maybe there's password or summat," George suggested.

Dru laughed sarcastically. "Like what? I solemnly swear that I am up to no good?"

The boys gasped as writing appeared on the map. "That's it, Dru!" cried Fred, quiet enough to not wake Filch. "Look!" He shoved the map into her hands.

"Merlin, I was just kidding," she said in shock. She scanned the map for a moment. Footprints scattered the paper, and above those prints were names. There appeared to be a large group of foot prints in one particular section of the map. The section was labeled Great Hall. Dru furrowed her brow and began scanning the names. Her eyes widened when she read the name Nymphadora Tonks. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "This is a map of Hogwarts!"

"You're joking," the boys said in unison.

"No, look," she said, handing the map back to Fred. She pointed to the Great Hall. "See here's the Great Hall and, look, here's your brother Percy," she finished, pointing to the pair of footprints labeled Percy Weasley.

"She's right, George," Fred said, showing his brother.

George took the map from Fred and scanned it for a moment before he looked back up at Fred and Dru. A grin slowly appeared on his face. "Do you two realize what this means?"

"What?" Dru and Fred asked together.

"It means," continued George, "that we could pull all the pranks we want, and we would never get caught!"

It was Fred's turn to grin, but Dru only rolled her eyes. "Honestly, can't you two manage your mischief?" she asked.

"Mischief managed!" the boys said in unison as a way of assurance, but as soon as they said those words, the contents of the map disappeared.

"Well, I guess that's one way to keep other people from reading it," Dru said.

Fred flashed her a grin. "You, Drucilla Tonks, are about the most brilliant person I have ever met."

Dru rolled her eyes at the compliment. "I'm never going to get rid of you two after this, am I?"

"Nope!" the boys replied together.

"Lovely," she said sarcastically, but she grinned brightly up at them.

George folded up the now blank map and shoved it into the pocket of his robes. "Now that this mess is sorted out," he said, gesturing to the room, "let's go down to dinner. I'm famished!"