[a/n0]There really was a Turkey v England game like in #179? Really!? AWESOME! I just made it up off the top of my head.

[a/n]Look back to SoHDD#167 for what led to prompt …You have to wonder that the twins had the map for years. You'd think they'd have used it to check of their prattish brothers (Percy and Ron) and seen the name Peter Pettigrew. Since Ron seemed to carry that rat everywhere (and as Minerva said everyone will know Harry's story) you would think they would react to that name floating next to Ron's. or even wondered at a common rat living so long.

[a/n1]Also, and unsigned prompt wasCan you write one bashing (or at least heavily criticizing) Lupin? It flows together nicely.

Harry Does Different CDXII

Magitech Idea

Harry made an attempt to wake Ron, failed, then made his way down for breakfast. His friend didn't do Saturday mornings. To be fair, it was so early the Gryffindor Common Room was all but deserted. Seeing only George around he tossed the Marauders' Map on the table between them and muttered "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Then "You know, this thing is great. Real useful to always know where Malfoy is."

"Didn't pay much attention to other students, unless they were prank targets." The twin admitted.

To which Harry smirked "Not a bad thought. Hey George! Check this out! How come Cedric Diggory and Penelope Clearwater's dots are so close?"

"Ahh …well, Harry… when a boy and a girl like each other- -" he began, then "Waitaminit I'm Fred."

Harry blushed and wanting to get away from the subject, shook his head and flipped a few leaves then "Nuh-uh, the map says." But then he blushed even deeper "Who is this dot next to Ron?"

"Peter Pettigrew? Never thought Ron a poofter. Hmpf." The redhead scratched his chin then tugged on an earlobe "Now why does that sound familiar? Don't know any students with that name. Wait! We saw it a few times when we checked Percy's dorms. EWWWW! GROSSSSSS! Someone's robbing the cradle with my baby brother!"

Harry shook his head again, this time not in denial, but in the sure knowledge the assumption was wrong "His curtains weren't closed. There was no one …well, no human… in Ron's bed besides Ron."

"The Wizengamot's still out on Ron's humanity." Giggled George.

This got them both thinking, but the younger boy made the connection first "McGonagall's a cat. Scabbers you think?"

"That's even grosser than- - ! He's been in ALL our beds over the years! Even Ginny's!" the older boy looked equal parts horrified and sickened. He surged from his seat, eyes fixed on the tower.

Harry caught his elbow and scolded "No George! Think! What are you even going to do?"

"I'm gonna kill that bloody thing and feed it to Granger's cat. Now gerroff me!" he shrugged off the smaller boy.

Wand out in an eyeblink, and in the other's chest Harry argued "Don't be stupid. You go in there throwing violent spells you could hit Neville, Dean or Seamus! Or Ron! You in there at all might make this Pettigrew guy suspicious. A Petrificus won't hurt Ron much. And I know WHERE in the room they are. Me? I'd kind of like to have him answer questions. Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah yours is the better plan." replied the redhead with ill grace "Right now? And don't think of going alone. You need backup."

Harry just nodded, pulled his wand and headed for the stairs. The pair encountered George's twin on the way. Not even a word was exchanged as he joined, fully on guard. The Third Year boys' dorm was only gloomily lit, but Harry had found his way around in pitch black more than once. He gave the door a shove and, like lightning, fired off multiple times "Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalis!"

"Lumos Maxima!" the Weasley twins supplied light at once.

The other occupants reacted to the sudden activity with varying degrees of wakefulness. Dean probably the most, the black boy protesting "No class today! Damn Potter, Ron's gonna be pissed."

"Don't worry about that." Said Harry sharply "Since you're up Dean, go get McGonagall. Fast!"

The Head of Gryffindor arrived to the scene of all the Third Year boys, plus the Weasley twins training their wands on one bed "Mr. Thomas was a little vague, so I trust you have an explanation for targeting Mr. Weasley's bed."

"Harry says Scabbers ain't Scabbers." Answered a still groggy Ron.

He nodded vigorously "Remember our first Transfiguration, ma'am? Showing us your cat? Scabbers is the same. I stunned him."

"Me too in the process." Grumbled Ron.

McGonagall frowned at that "Perhaps someone can explain to me what is going on?"

"The rat on my little brother's bed is an animagus." Said George succinctly "Some guy named Peter Pettigrew."

She blinked, eyebrows disappearing past her hat "That is quite impossible. How could you possibly even know that name?"

"Who is Peter Pettigrew?!" demanded Harry, who then complained "Where's Hermione when you need her?"

To this the Professor gave an unprofessional snort "Even the illustrious Miss Granger does not know everything. Especially when it occurred before her birth. Now would you care to explain how YOU heard it?"

"Magic." George jumped into the conversation to distract from the Map "And isn't there a reveal spell for animagi? It won't harm a real animal will it?"

She shook her head "Though it has been proven to distress the human as it causes a forced transfiguration. The most that happens to an actual animal is a temporary color change."

"Then I don't see the problem, Professor. Do it." Said Harry. "And quick, before he wakes up."

The effect was immediate as the rodent squealed, writhed, grew, changed form. The man rolled off the bed and cowered in the corner whining "P-p-rofessor? Ha-har-ry! So much l-l-like James! W-wuh-we were the best of friends."

"I do not know WHAT is going on, but since Sirius Black was convicted of killing you …INCARCEROUS… We will need to reevaluate his trial." Ropes wound around the heavy man and he crashed to the floor "I've no doubt the rukus has stirred the tower. Misters Weasley will mount a guard outside this room, admit no one until Professors Dumbledore and Lupin arrive. To wit, you other boys will seek them out, no dawdling."

Abcij

True to the Head of Gryffindor's expectations everyone in her House was fully awake and seeking answers. All she spared was about half an ear and a smile at the resident pranksters using their reputations to enforce her will, even against senior students. Satisfied the prisoner was immobile, she made the room animagus-proof. Minerva glared at the struggling man "You always were a bit whiny. Oh shut up!"

"But Profe- - -" Pettigrew's pleas were silenced, or rather muffled, by a sock from the laundry.

Shortly after completion, the summoned faculty and some extras arrived. And fitting entirely with her expectations, more of her House than could possibly fit in the dormroom. All mumbling the same questions "Who is that?" "How did he get here?" and a few "When's breakfast?"

"Wormtail!" hissed Professor Lupin angrily as soon as he noticed the thrashing lu mp on the floor.

Several of the professors were enough in the know to make the connection looked shocked. Not a student had a clue. Except Fred and George, whose expressions mixed shock with awe. Then there was Harry who was piecing together a puzzle..

"It does appear to be young Mr. Pettigrew. Would you concur, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, who was most disturbed under his usually unflappable exterior.

Harry was suddenly sure "Of course. Makes all the sense in the world. Fred George, if Pettigrew is Wormtail, then Lupin here is Moony and the others are Black and my Dad."

"And what leads you to that conclusion?" Professor Lupin wasn't entirely pleased with the public outing.

Harry's smile wasn't a pleasant one "Well let's start with the map you know how to use. Then there's Snape's comment when he told me about how Dad used to strut. Remember? Out in the Moonlight, Lupin? Combined with the essay. You're a werewolf."

"Accusations like that aren't nice!" Hermione scolded sharply "And besides, even you said Professor Lupin was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we've had."

He scoffed "Not saying much considering last year was Lockhart and First was Voldemort."

Many of the assembled females looked offended at the slight to their crush. That was until the feared name filled the dorm and evoked horrified gasps. Dumbledore's most immediate concern was "Harry that is no way to speak about a Hogwarts teacher."

"Oh I'm not sir." The boy's words began polite enough "I've actually been offended by Snape's comments about my Dad, but he was partially right. Don't know about this Black guy yet, but he picked lousy friends. A traitor and a coward."

Lupin's face drained of color "All I've done is share stories of your parents with you, Harry! And help you with spellwork!"

Snape would not allow the amusement he was feeling to even reach his eyes. McGonagall cut in "Your parents would be disappointed. Objecting to someone just being afflicted with lycanthopy!"

"You mean you got interested in your best friend's son because you got a paycheck?" sneered Harry, while ignoring his Head "I've said he's a good enough teacher …well, compared to Voldemort and Lockhart. What about me? Where was he when I learned Dad was an unemployed drunk and Mum was a cheap whore?"

Lupin looked around, shamefaced "I don't know if you can understand, Harry. The Ministry has rules about people with …my condition… involving themselves with children."

"Use of a first name …Mr. Lupin…" Harry's voice was devoid of emotion "implies a relationship that does not exist. How about that Forge?" he addressed the twins in their favorite conflated way "One of your heroes can't find a way around the rules? Or maybe I just wasn't worth his time. Nothing new there."

Dumbledore coughed to interrupt the moment "I think everyone has had a busy morning. I will have some unexpected business with Aurors concerning young Peter. After which, I hope cooler heads will prevail."

"Ron? Mione? Want to see about breakfast?" Harry asked of his gaping friends. He obviously was ignoring the Defense professor "I was starving before, but I don't know about now." All of the Gryffindors followed mutely.

Abcij

Saturday was hardly normal for Harry. Everyone gave the impression of being rather respectfully afraid he might go off like a blast-end skrewt. It was likely the smiles he received from some Slytherins that grated his nerves.

"Your attention please." Professor McGonagall tapped her spoon on her crystal glass several times.

The Headmaster looked grim "I have several announcements related to this morning's events in Gryffindor Tower. First, there was a miscarriage of justice a decade ago. Sirius Black was convicted of the murder of thirteen people including Order of Merlin winner Peter Pettigrew. Mister Harry Potter and the Misters Weasley uncovered the fact …by immobilizing and capturing him… that Pettigrew did not, in fact, die on November 1 1981."

This sparked confusion among the students that took a few minutes to end.

"Yes yes thank you." Dumbledore went on "I am pleased to announce the Dementors who have been around the school these past months have been withdrawn. Sirius Black IS still assumed to be in this general area, but is NOT considered a grave threat. Instead he is invited to present himself to any professor here, or Auror in Hogsmeade, without fear. He will almost assuredly not be returned to Azkaban."

This brought another round of noise.

He went on "Naturally, until the danger has passed, students should remain in groups. Any student encountering Mr. Black should not approach but rather seek a professor. A final regrettable circumstance concerning Mr. Pettigrew's incarceration is that Mr. Remus Lupin has resigned effective immediately. I have prevailed upon him to remain on campus until tomorrow to discuss lesson plans. I shall conduct Defense classes until a replacement is found. I encourage anyone who wishes to express your well wishes in person. With that, enjoy supper."