Part Three
"I saw."
"Saw what?" Harriet sat a table in the Gryffindor Common Room, her potions book sitting in front of her.
"You in the hospital wing," said Harry, looking curiously at her. It was late and they were the last two in the common room. Ron and Hermione had gone for a walk.
"You and Fred."
Harriet looked up from her book and winced. She had just gotten out of the hospital wing that morning and her head still hurt.
"What about it?"
"Well," said Harry getting up and walking over. "I came in and you were sleeping. Fred was holding your hand."
Harriet closed her book and stood up.
"So?" she said busying herself with her bag.
"So it's just...I've never seen Fred look at anyone like that. Anyone. But if he ever did he would pull a prank on them in the next five minutes. And besides, I thought you liked Ron."
"I don't know anymore Harry!" Harriet yelled, slamming down her bag. "I thought I did but now I don't know if I only liked him because he reminded me of Fred."
"Well if he reminded you of Fred wouldn't he remind you of George too?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, wouldn't he remind you of George too?"
Harriet whipped around. Fred was standing there in his cloak.
"How'd you get in here?" asked Harry.
"Fat lady felt she owed me and George something for pissing off Umbridge in our 7th year." He shrugged. "Harriet, you wanna come and check out Weasley's Wizard Wheezes new products?"
"Sure, hold on." She looked at Harry. "Gimme the map."
"Oh get it yourself. It's upstairs on my dresser," said Harry.
Harriet ran upstairs and grabbed the map. Unrolling it, she pointed her wand at it.
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
The inky writing of her father and his three best friends spread out across the paper. Then the many corridors and miniscule dots of people running around the castle appeared.
Harriet quickly found what she was looking for. Minute dots labeled Ron and Hermione were quickly returning to Gryffindor tower.
"Damn," she said as she followed the dots with her wand. "Mischief Managed!" The map cleared itself.
She went Harry's trunk and dug threw it until she found the invisibility cloak. Stuffing it under her robes, she went back downstairs.
"Ok let's go," she said grabbing Fred's arm and running toward the portrait hole.
"See ya Harry!" yelled Fred as Harriet dragged him out the door. Harriet threw the cloak over them both.
"I can't see anything!" yelled Fred.
"Then light your wand you idiot!" hissed Harriet.
"Oh. Yeah, right," said Fred sheepishly. "Lumos." A beam of light lit up the inside of the cloak.
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," Harriet repeated. She tapped the map and the ink webbed out.
"Ah, the Marauder's Map," said Fred dreamily. "I owe my life to that crumbly bit of parchment."
"Shut up and let's move," said Harriet walking forward down the corridor. The map showed that Ron and Hermione would be coming down the corridor any minute.
"What are we doing?" asked Fred in a whisper.
"We're hiding from your idiot brother and his idiot girlfriend."
Fred stopped short. Harriet stumbled.
"Oh, bloody hell Harriet no."
"What? Why not?"
"You're doing it all wrong!" he said with mock disappointment in his voice. "Have I thought you nothing? Has my life work been meaningless?"
Harriet smiled a very rare smile.
"Right," she said, going into a bow. "Lead and I shall follow, oh wise master. Teach me your ways."
"Rise loyal subject, for one does not learn by example alone. I feel one must have a little hands on experience."
And laughing, the pair marched off down the hallway.