Author's Notes: Alright, I wrote this story way back in February, so it might be a bit low. I'll try my best to edit as much as I can, though. This was posted on , so, noting that there are a hundred thousand HP stories on here, if someone has done this idea bfore, I didn't steal. 100 percent original. Thanks.

What Would the Marauder's Map Say..?

Prolouge

Silent as a hawk

Treacherous as a snake

More pompous than an eagle

Yet as still as a rock

Controll it, you must try

Keep the anger leveled or else

You shall pop into oblivion suddenly

Your fury seething from your apalled eyes

It burns

It burns and cuts and bleeds

With laughter

Your idiocy is its object of amusement

To stop being rash, you shall learn

If you were a tricksy one; a fool, a fly, a rat

This foursome shall not let you pass

To the open guide

If you remain on your toes, an agreeable little child

You shall come in; you'll see the way, around the pricks and passageways

But whether pleasant or dire

This map is atire

Of being goody-goody, a right little sweet one

Open up now, lead the way through, and beware of what you shall pass

In boasting and abusing this Map is first class.

Join Moony and Padfoot

Wormtail and Prongs

Who shall it insult next?

Do not be finicky, come in!

Author's Notes: Bad poem, I know. xP I wrote it in a couple minutes, so..yeah. Read on, and review! Thanks!