When Fred had a woken the next morning he got dressed quickly, and ran
outside onto the grounds. The cool morning air blew through his messy,
bright, red hair. He wondered when he was going to be able to try out for
quidditch, but knew that first never make the house teams. Unless they were
very good. George tapped on the Gryffindor dormitory window, which caused
Fred to fall on the slippery grass, and glare up at his grinning tin
brother, and Lee as well. When Fred clambered up the stairs in to the
entrance hall, and dragged himself toward breakfast he ran into Angelina.
She blushed, and ran toward her little group of friends. His face turned
the color of his fiery red hair as he followed George and Lee over to where
Percy, Bill, and Charlie were arguing.
" Well, according to Professor Dumbledore he's a very good teacher or else he wouldn't have hired him. Don't you think that Dumbledore has a little more intelligence then what any other wizard has ever had?" Percy scowled as Fred, George, and Lee sat down beside them and stared.
" What teacher are you lot talking about?" said Lee, sitting next to Charlie as he grabbed a bit of toast.
" Professor Quirrell." Said Bill, turning to look at George, and Fred. " See, Charlie reckons that there's something.funny about Quirrel. You know the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Well, me, and Percy say that he's an alright guy but Charlie says that's there's summat funny about him." Charlie nodded at these words. George, and Fred smirked as they turned to look at the weak and frail Professor Quirrel talking to professor Snape, the potions teacher. Fred, George and Lee had a few ideas on how they were going to start off the beginning of the school year.
Charlie was staring at Fred and George. He knew the looks they had when they were scheming and he tapped Fred on the shoulder.
" Oi, Fred. George. What are you lot scheming up now mates?" Fred turned and smiled up at his older brother.
" Scheming? Us? Why, were innocent little angels. No worries there mate." Bill and Charlie laughed at this but Percy didn't catch the sarcasm.
" Please. You two are about as innocent as thieves." He said taking a bite of toast and then leaving.
" What's the matter with Percy this morning. Seems a bit riled don't you think." Said George, glancing over at Charlie and Bill, who shrugged. Fred pulled George out into the entrance hall after McGonagall had handed them their schedules.
" Listen to me little bro." Said Fred, still pulling on Georges arm. " We have to stir up a bit of dust in this place. I know that the last time anyone had gotten into a load of trouble they had become pretty popular. James Potter and Sirius Black. We can be like them mate. But we need plenty of planning on this so we need to start on Quirrel." George though a moment then nodded. Fred whispered something in his ear then took off down the hall toward Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was their first class, while George stood there, waiting. Quirrell came strutting out in the entrance hall toward is class and that's when George heard Lee whistle from down the corridor. George fell to the ground and lay there for a moment when Quirrel came to investigate.
" I say, aren't you the Weasley boy? Are you alright?" George moved a little then sprang to his feet so fast that Quirrel was on his back, and glaring.
" See ya!" Everyone in the Great Hall had heard Quirrel scream when he fell and some came to investigate.
" Professor Quirrell, what happened?" asked McGonagall. Quirrell muttered and said nonsense words before saying slowly,
" W..Weasley twin. Ran off" he said quietly then fainted. McGonagall walked down the hall quickly. Lee heard her walking toward him and ran off to warn Fred. McGonagall saw Lee, and called out to him.
" Where are you going Mr. Jordan in a such a hurry?" She smiled at him as though determined to scare him into a confession.
" To class, Professor." He said, truthfully and an innocent tone.
" Well then you may proceed but do not run please." Lee nodded and walked quickly to warn Fred. He ran into George on the way.
" George! Get to Fred quick tell him she's coming! Hurry!" George didn't need telling twice. He ran off toward his classroom and ran into Fred who was enchanting a bucket of chalk powder on top of the door.
" Fred! You gotta get out of here. McGonagalls coming she'll land us both into detention if we don't get moving!"
" Oh I wouldn't be worried about her if were you lads." Fred turned and saw that he was face to face with none other than Argus Filch. The caretaker. " You've got me to worry about at the moment. Come with me." Fred and George glance at each other sideways and reluctantly followed him. When they reached his office their nostrils were filed with the smell of fried fish. Filch waddled over to his desk and began to write down their names when.
BANG
" PEEVES! I'll have you out this time Peeves. Mark my Words! I will get rid of you." And with that he left without another word or glance. Fred dashed over to filch's desk and scribbled out their names. He reckoned Filch didn't have that good a memory anyway. While Fred was doing that George was staring absentmindedly at a small wooden filing cabinet with a drawer labeled " Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." When he pointed this out to Fred he had dropped what he doing immediately, and gone to open the drawer. Inside were a great number of odd things. But among those things was the weirdest of all. It was an old worn piece of Parchment. Blank and innocent looking. George glanced at the office door.
" Well, grab it if you have to he's coming!" Fred grabbed it and shoved into the pocket of his robes then they dashed out the door and made it to their class before the bell rang.
" Well? " Asked Lee after that class and on their way to Herbology. " How did you squeak by filch with no warning or detention or anything?" Fred smirked,
" Easy. I persuaded Peeves to help us out. Normally he wouldn't help kids like us but when he saw that we were headed to Filch and we were obviously troublemakers like him, he came through. Must have done something bad to make Filch so angry."
" Well after Filch left Fred scratched our names out on the discipline thing and I pointed a drawer out on an old filing cabinet. We pulled out this." Fred pulled the parchment out of George's bag as George reached for it.
" We think we might know what it is but we're going to need a bit of time to figure it out."
Later that night Fred, and George, snuck out of their dormitory toward the nearest the empty classroom, and squeezed inside. Fred walked to the nearest table, and set the blank parchment in the middle of the table, and pulled out his wand. George closed the door slowly and quietly, but when he turned around though Fred was already figuring out the problem. He was bent over the parchment tapping the parchment with his wand. Words were forming on the surface.
Mr. Prongs asks you people to stop sticking your nose in our business.
Mr. Moony doesn't agree with Mr. Prongs. He says that we should at least share our secret to these kids.
Mr. Padfoot says that you should tap the map and say," I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Mr. Wormtail says not to forget to clear the map. " Mischief Managed!"
Fred glanced sideways over to at George who looked equally confused. George pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment,
" I solemnly swear I am up to no good." From the point of George's wand small, thin black lines spilled from the tip and slid across the parchment and were drawing what Fred, and George obviously knew as a map. At the very top of the map formed the words,
Messrs. Moony. Wormtail. Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to magical mischief-makers.
Are proud to present.
The Marauder's Map
" Wicked!" said Fred.
" Well, according to Professor Dumbledore he's a very good teacher or else he wouldn't have hired him. Don't you think that Dumbledore has a little more intelligence then what any other wizard has ever had?" Percy scowled as Fred, George, and Lee sat down beside them and stared.
" What teacher are you lot talking about?" said Lee, sitting next to Charlie as he grabbed a bit of toast.
" Professor Quirrell." Said Bill, turning to look at George, and Fred. " See, Charlie reckons that there's something.funny about Quirrel. You know the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Well, me, and Percy say that he's an alright guy but Charlie says that's there's summat funny about him." Charlie nodded at these words. George, and Fred smirked as they turned to look at the weak and frail Professor Quirrel talking to professor Snape, the potions teacher. Fred, George and Lee had a few ideas on how they were going to start off the beginning of the school year.
Charlie was staring at Fred and George. He knew the looks they had when they were scheming and he tapped Fred on the shoulder.
" Oi, Fred. George. What are you lot scheming up now mates?" Fred turned and smiled up at his older brother.
" Scheming? Us? Why, were innocent little angels. No worries there mate." Bill and Charlie laughed at this but Percy didn't catch the sarcasm.
" Please. You two are about as innocent as thieves." He said taking a bite of toast and then leaving.
" What's the matter with Percy this morning. Seems a bit riled don't you think." Said George, glancing over at Charlie and Bill, who shrugged. Fred pulled George out into the entrance hall after McGonagall had handed them their schedules.
" Listen to me little bro." Said Fred, still pulling on Georges arm. " We have to stir up a bit of dust in this place. I know that the last time anyone had gotten into a load of trouble they had become pretty popular. James Potter and Sirius Black. We can be like them mate. But we need plenty of planning on this so we need to start on Quirrel." George though a moment then nodded. Fred whispered something in his ear then took off down the hall toward Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was their first class, while George stood there, waiting. Quirrell came strutting out in the entrance hall toward is class and that's when George heard Lee whistle from down the corridor. George fell to the ground and lay there for a moment when Quirrel came to investigate.
" I say, aren't you the Weasley boy? Are you alright?" George moved a little then sprang to his feet so fast that Quirrel was on his back, and glaring.
" See ya!" Everyone in the Great Hall had heard Quirrel scream when he fell and some came to investigate.
" Professor Quirrell, what happened?" asked McGonagall. Quirrell muttered and said nonsense words before saying slowly,
" W..Weasley twin. Ran off" he said quietly then fainted. McGonagall walked down the hall quickly. Lee heard her walking toward him and ran off to warn Fred. McGonagall saw Lee, and called out to him.
" Where are you going Mr. Jordan in a such a hurry?" She smiled at him as though determined to scare him into a confession.
" To class, Professor." He said, truthfully and an innocent tone.
" Well then you may proceed but do not run please." Lee nodded and walked quickly to warn Fred. He ran into George on the way.
" George! Get to Fred quick tell him she's coming! Hurry!" George didn't need telling twice. He ran off toward his classroom and ran into Fred who was enchanting a bucket of chalk powder on top of the door.
" Fred! You gotta get out of here. McGonagalls coming she'll land us both into detention if we don't get moving!"
" Oh I wouldn't be worried about her if were you lads." Fred turned and saw that he was face to face with none other than Argus Filch. The caretaker. " You've got me to worry about at the moment. Come with me." Fred and George glance at each other sideways and reluctantly followed him. When they reached his office their nostrils were filed with the smell of fried fish. Filch waddled over to his desk and began to write down their names when.
BANG
" PEEVES! I'll have you out this time Peeves. Mark my Words! I will get rid of you." And with that he left without another word or glance. Fred dashed over to filch's desk and scribbled out their names. He reckoned Filch didn't have that good a memory anyway. While Fred was doing that George was staring absentmindedly at a small wooden filing cabinet with a drawer labeled " Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." When he pointed this out to Fred he had dropped what he doing immediately, and gone to open the drawer. Inside were a great number of odd things. But among those things was the weirdest of all. It was an old worn piece of Parchment. Blank and innocent looking. George glanced at the office door.
" Well, grab it if you have to he's coming!" Fred grabbed it and shoved into the pocket of his robes then they dashed out the door and made it to their class before the bell rang.
" Well? " Asked Lee after that class and on their way to Herbology. " How did you squeak by filch with no warning or detention or anything?" Fred smirked,
" Easy. I persuaded Peeves to help us out. Normally he wouldn't help kids like us but when he saw that we were headed to Filch and we were obviously troublemakers like him, he came through. Must have done something bad to make Filch so angry."
" Well after Filch left Fred scratched our names out on the discipline thing and I pointed a drawer out on an old filing cabinet. We pulled out this." Fred pulled the parchment out of George's bag as George reached for it.
" We think we might know what it is but we're going to need a bit of time to figure it out."
Later that night Fred, and George, snuck out of their dormitory toward the nearest the empty classroom, and squeezed inside. Fred walked to the nearest table, and set the blank parchment in the middle of the table, and pulled out his wand. George closed the door slowly and quietly, but when he turned around though Fred was already figuring out the problem. He was bent over the parchment tapping the parchment with his wand. Words were forming on the surface.
Mr. Prongs asks you people to stop sticking your nose in our business.
Mr. Moony doesn't agree with Mr. Prongs. He says that we should at least share our secret to these kids.
Mr. Padfoot says that you should tap the map and say," I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Mr. Wormtail says not to forget to clear the map. " Mischief Managed!"
Fred glanced sideways over to at George who looked equally confused. George pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment,
" I solemnly swear I am up to no good." From the point of George's wand small, thin black lines spilled from the tip and slid across the parchment and were drawing what Fred, and George obviously knew as a map. At the very top of the map formed the words,
Messrs. Moony. Wormtail. Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to magical mischief-makers.
Are proud to present.
The Marauder's Map
" Wicked!" said Fred.