[a/n]Had quite the body count the last couple chapters. How about something lite?

Harry Does Different CD

The Map

Harry was not sleeping well, with very good reason. Obviously, this was going to be another year as a pariah. He really doesn't know how his name came out of the stupid Cup. And worse, at least previously he had loyal friends at his side. Not so much now with Ron now, obviously. He recognized Hermione was trying to mediate, but it was annoying. So here he was at 3AM in his bed, all studied out. He pressed his fists into his temples "Owww! My brain hurts!"

"YAH! NO! SPIDERS! GETEM OFFA ME!" Ron woke out of a dead sleep and attacked his pillow. After a few seconds, he fell back, out cold and snoring.

Harry rolled his eyes "Bloody idiot. Anyway, let's give the Marauders a looksee." He reached into his bookbag and pulled it out. In doing so, he inflicted on himself a trivial papercut. Nothing really, but the little bit of blood soaked into the charmed parchment. As usual he touched his wand and muttered the passphrase.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP

The usual great declarative opening appeared, but then so did something new.

"Mr. Moony wishes to report a surprising development."

"Mr. Wormtail and Mr. Prongs request details."

"Mr. Padfoot complains Moony always does this."

"Mr. Wormtail points out we have little else to do. Speak on."

"Mr. Prongs concurs with Mr. Wormtail."

"Seems the current user has Potter blood. Mr. Moony would think that of interest to Mr. Prongs."

"Mr. Prongs seeks clarification."

"Mr. Moony advises user to smear another drop for certainty. The Map is interactive to the right people. Touch your wandtip and speak normally."

Harry complied with the second instruction but replied "Blood? I don't think so. The first was an accident. This reminds me a little of Riddle's Diary."

"Mr. Prongs again seeks clarification. Dad?"

Harry snorted in amusement "Ah…no…Wrong way there, Dad."

"Mr. Wormtail wonders who would allow Mr. Prongs to reproduce."

"Mr. Padfoot and Mr. Moony snigger at Mr. Prongs and high-five Mr. Wormtail."

Up to this point Harry had merely been fascinated by the notion he might be talking to his father. Now his face twisted in disgust and he snarled "Fuck you Pettigrew!"

"Mr. Padfoot detects a scintilla of hostility, fellow Marauders."

"Mr. Wormtail finds the user in contempt and suggest he be barred from use of the sacred map."

"Really? And what do the Marauders think of someone who betrayed his fellows?" Harry sneered back, even if the parchment personalities couldn't see it "You guys know about Voldemort right? Well your great friend there sold out Lily and James to get murdered! Leaving me an orphan to be raised by stinking Petunia and Vernon!"

"Mr. Prongs expresses shock and awe. Is the user really saying I truly married my Lily-flower? That he is my son?! With that selfsame Lily-flower?"

"Mr. Moony chides Mr. Prongs into not straying from the point. We have a serious accusation here."

"Mr. Padfoot would like clarity is Mr. Moony serious or Sirius?"

Harry rolled his eyes "Very punny but I think you're barking up the wrong tree."

"Mr. Prongs howls with laughter. Turned Mr. Padfoot on his ear!"

"Mr. Moony repeats his admonishment. User has made a severe accusation. Is there proof?"

"The only one I could really get to confirm it at the moment is Professor Lupin." Harry answered "You see, after Mum and Dad were murdered, Sirius went after Pettigrew and landed himself in Azkaban for a decade. He's still in hiding."

Mr. Wormtail is delighted! Way to go Moony! A teacher!

"Mr. Prongs calls a grand council of Marauders. Mr. Wormtail has been accused of Treason against his fellows and his oath. Gentlemen …how find you?"

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Declared the three.

As Supreme Mugwump of the council Mr. Prongs revokes the name of Mr. Wormtail and exiles Peter Pettigrew from the hallowed Map. So let it be written, so let it be done.

The opening declaration now read

Messrs Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

"Morning Fred, George." Harry walked up to the trio of Weasleys and pointedly left out one "Guys got a minute?"

Ron gave him a hostile look "Got nothing to say to a cheat!"

"That's fine I wasn't inviting you." Harry shot back "So you can either bugger off, or, like I said Guys got a minute? It's …shall we say… a matter of no good."

It took about half a second to penetrate and both twins nodded "Lead the way. A stroll might be wise. Off we go." They didn't notice Hermione shaking her head in disappointment at the lack of healing between her friends.

"Open it up." Ordered Harry as soon as the trio was assured of privacy. He gave them a second then asked "Notice anything different?"

Unsurprisingly they got it almost simultaneously "Wormtail is missing! Where is he?"

"Well, start with a little background. Fact is, you've met two of your heroes. Me, your brother and Hermione know the third. Last, unfortunately deceased, but as a consolation, yours truly can rightly be called Son-of-Prongs." Harry enjoyed watching the twin Weasley faces change expressions at each revelation.

Fred and George stuttered and stammered through pleas and demands "What? Who? When?! You are?!"

"Indeed." Harry spoke with calm assurance "Perhaps I can continue? While the details are still hazy, James Potter and three of his friends, in the 70s formed the Marauders. Three discovered the secret that one of them was infected with a monthly problem. So? What Moony is likely to be?"

They worked on it, then together "A werewolf."

"That's it." Harry snarked "Shout'em out when you know. Have you given any thought to the name of last year's DADA professor? Now Prongs, or James Potter, was a large stag with antlers. Hence the name. the last two are a story. Padfoot, he's a dog and my Godfather. Any thoughts on Wormtail?"

After looking at each other George asked "Well waitaminit, if you have a Godfather, why are you with the stupid Muggles?"

"Clearly you're the bright one. Ten points to Gryffindor." quipped Harry, earning an annoyed look "Padfoot is the one the three of us met, also last year. Sure you heard of him. Guy by the name of Sirius Black. Nice guy for a not exactly convicted criminal."

Fred made a good deduction "This has something to do with Wormtail not on the Map?"

"Give the boy an O!" exclaimed Harry with a smirk "Now, put the pieces together …in school with my Dad… Animagus …you HAVE met him."

They did, and correctly "EWWWW! Scabbers? UGGG! You have no idea how evil that is!"

"You'll hafta fill me in later. Can't be late for breakfast. Coming?" Harry walked away with a little skip in his stride.