A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait, but this story took a wrong turn somewhere and I was trying to sort it out. This chapter is very short. My apologies again.

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I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm stupid. I'm absolutely retarded. Why didn't I think of this before? "Map, map, map," I muttered, rummaging through my trunk. "Book, book, homework, jeans, book. Damn! Where's the map?" The Marauders' Map had to be in here somewhere. One simply does not lose an enchanted map. Unless one is me.

"C'mon. If I was a map, where would I be?" In an atlas. Duh! Wrong answer. Let's try this again. If I were a magical map used to make trouble where would I be? Filch's office. My trunk. I glared evilly at my trunk. I wish I knew some sort of charm to help me find...it. Summoning charms! Hey, I might have a brain yet. "Accio, Marauders' Map!"

Note to self: In the future, empty pockets.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The spidery lines of ink spread across the parchment and, once again, I had a complete map of Hogwarts. The only problem was that I had no idea who I was looking for or where I might find them. I couldn't look for Remus Lupin because Remus Lupin was in India. I didn't know who the impostor was, but Lucius Malfoy...I could try looking for him. Aha! Staff wing, fourth floor. Er...staff?

Here it was. Staff wing, fourth floor. Painting of a moonlit night. I looked at the map. "Veritas," I said. The painting swung open. I stepped inside.
"You're not Remus." He looked up from his papers.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"I know you're not Remus."
"Harry-"
"Lucius." He froze and backed away. He sat down on his bed, shoulders sagging in defeat.
"How did you know?" he asked tiredly.
"This map," I answered, suddenly feeling very awkward. Silence.

"Why did you fake your death?"
"Voldemort was bound to find out what I did. Rather than wait for him to come after me, I took the initiative. Faking my death buys me some time."
"They found human remains."
"There are human remains all throughout the catacombs of Malfoy Manor."
"Call me crazy, but I find the thought of hundreds of dead relatives beneath me unsettling."
"They have their uses."
"Okay, so you dragged the body of one of your relatives into the blazing inferno and left it there, knowing that they would think it was you?" I asked. He smiled.
"Something like that."
"And you got to Hogwarts how?" He brushed his hair out of his eyes. It was growing longer and fairer as we spoke.
"I spoke with Severus, who spoke to Dumbledore, who spoke to Remus Lupin on my behalf. He gave me permission to assume his identity for as long as necessary." Golden brown eyes were now clouded with wisps of silver.
"And how long is that?"
"Until I complete my task."
"Which is?"
"To break apart the death eaters."
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J. Silver