Hello! Thank you for still reading my story! So for the oh-so-long wait! I've been really busy with homework, sports, friends, writing BUT I finally updated. I hope you like this chapter, and please review after reading it! Thanks!

We Solemnly Swear

Hello again! So, did we build up the drama enough? Were you wondering whether or not we were able to read the map?

Well worry no more! 'Cause we're going to start right where we left off...

"George, hurry Filch is coming," Fred repeated as he watched Filch approach the 'office' from the other side of the hallway, attempting to deflect jinxes students were saying at each other.

"Crickey!" George gasped as he closed the drawer and moved quickly next to Fred. They were standing in the middle of the room, wearing vacant expressions, and trying to suppress their excitement of the map. It would have been extremely awkward to just be standing around, but given that there was no other furniture excluding Filch's chair, which neither of the twins would particularly desperate enough to sit on, this was an exception.

"What were you doing?" Filch demanded as he entered the room.

"Err...nothing."

"Nothing?" Filch grunted, "As if nothing." Suddenly with one swift movement, Filch reached under his robe and pulled out a clipboard. George's eyebrows shot up to the ceiling, but Fred however remained silent.

"What else d'you have under there?" George asked

Filch didn't answer, and he began scribbling down on the paper. "Breaking – into – janitor – office"

"Hey! That's not true! You knew we were here!" George cried.

"Silence! Talking – back – to – others"

"Hey!"

"Denying – attempts – to – steal – private – property"

"Steal?"

"That's right," Filch growled, "Now get out! Out, out out!"

The twins eagerly sprinted down the hallway, receiving curious glances from fellow students. Fred followed George as they turned the corner, behind a statue of a one-eyed-witch.

"George?"

"Yes Fred"

"Why do we always come near this ugly statue?"

"I dunno, you're the one that always comes here. I thought you fancied the old toad."

Now wait just a second!

What is it Fred?

What is it? You're giving the readers the impression that I was in love with an ugly slab of stone!

Weren't you?

NO!

Hmm, well you had me fooled....

Fred shivered. He could never fancy anything that...ugly. "Right," he said stiffly, "Well lets find out how to work that map."

"Okay," George agreed, "But what is the Marauder Oath?"

"I dunno," Fred mumbled

George looked thoughtful. "Hmm, well they were trouble-makers so maybe it was something like...'I promise to kill Snape.'"

The map remained blank in George's hands. "Well, apparently not. How about, 'Reveal your inner secrets!'"

Fred snickered, "You're starting to sound like Trelawney...inner secrets.." he said shaking his head.

"Fine Mr. I'm-so-smart-I-can-figure-out-how-to-work-the-damn-map-by-myself! You try!"

"Alright," Fred replied as he pointed his wand to the map, "I swear I'm up to no good."

"Hey, you might have something there," George began, "Maybe swearing isn't enough. Maybe you have solemnly swear. Here, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

"George! Look!" Fred cried as the magic ink poured into the parchment, forming the most intricate map the twins had ever seen.

"Is that Snape?" Fred asked as he pointed to a tiny dot in the staff washroom.

"Ew, yes it is. Hey look, Filch is coming our way" George exclaimed.

Fred suddenly looked startled, "Well, put it away, lets get out of here!"

"Why?"

"Well," Fred said slowly, "You know when he pulled out his clipboard."

"Yeah"

"Well I accidentally saw what's under his cloak."

George beamed at his brother. "I knew it! He has tentacles, doesn't he?"

Fred shook his head. "What about...purple legs," George smiled at the thought, "Purple, hairy legs?"

"No George, I don't know what his legs look like," Fred whispered, "But I do know one thing."

"What?" George asked anxiously

"Filch wears women's tights."