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Author's note: Thanks for the reviews! YayI will keep going with this. Part of this story somewhat relates to my favorite fanfic- "And Yet He Flinched" by H.L.B. Check it out. Short but sweet.

"What took you so long?!!!" Ron demanded as Harry rushed into the Gryffindor Common Room and flung off his Invisibility Cloak.

"We thought you got nabbed for sure!" said a worried Hermione. "I have the second spell right here to cast on the cloth. You got everything you needed right?"

"Yeah." Harry breathed. "I made sure not to touch or move anything in his office.

Snape wasn't even ON the Maurauder's Map! Do you think he's out with the Death Eaters and Voldemort?!

"Shhhhhh!!!! " Ron glared. "How many times do I have to tell you, DON'T SAY HIS NAME! Besides, if he is, I hope he's getting a swift kick in the arse. Gods know I'd like to"

"RON!!!" Hermione was incensed.

"Shhhhh, you guys!" Harry whispered. Do you want to wake up the whole school? "

"Ok, so how exactly does this work again Ron?" Harry said as he carefully pulled out the cloth and laid it out on a coffee table.

"Well, I never actually saw one of these cloths in action before. The Ministry definitely prefers truth potions, confiscating pensieves, even old fashioned Muggle journals for finding out clues."

"Why's that?" Hermione asked as she looked up over her paper with the second spell on it.

"Because it's kind of unreliable. First of all, you don't get any sound. Just images. Second of all, it shows you moments from the person's life all at random. You could be looking for something that happened yesterday, and get a scene from their second birthday party or something." Ron stated proudly, thrilled that he could be the authority on a subject for once.

"Kind of like when psychics pick up on people's experiences and personalities from a ring or jewelry they wore, or something?" Harry asked.

"Hmmph" interjected Hermione sarcastically.

"Yeah, sort of." Ron blushed, ignoring Hermione's remark. "Plus, if the object wasn't with the person when a crime happened, it's not going to record the experience. If Death Eaters raided a house, it's not likely many people were holding onto rocks or whatnot while they were being murdered. So the Ministry barely uses the cloths these days. Maybe as a last resort."

"So you mean, we wouldn't be able to see what Snape is up to right now since he didn't touch the rock since this afternoon?" Harry asked slightly disappointed.

"Um..hmm.." grinned Ron suddenly. "Maybe he's out on a date, and we can't even watch and make fun of the greasy slimeball. I'll bet he's got his best hair grease on and everything!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, here's the second spell right here. Should we give it a go? I'm a little nervous to tell you the truth. I mean, there could be some really yucky stuff on here, since he worked for You-Know-Who and all."

"To be honest, I'm too exhausted to care what's up with Snape." Ron yawned. "Mind if I go to bed and you can fill me in tomorrow?"

"Alright, I guess. And to think you won't even stay after I risked my neck!" Harry whispered playfully.

"It was YOUR idea anyway." Ron said as he began to climb the stairs. "I look forward to the deep and profound knowledge that will make me see the greasy bastard in a different light."

"G'night Mione" he smiled before disappearing up the steps.

"Goodnight." Hermione nodded. "Ok Harry, here's the paper. Shall we then?"

Harry gulped. "Here goes."

And with that, he pointed his wand at the cloth and began to read the spell.