(A/N: Thank you for reading my past chapter. Please review after you read this one. I know today's chapter is shorter, sorry. I'll probably update every two days or daily. Yes, I do not have anything else better to do. This one contains some mild foul language, I am sorry again. I just thought that a group of seventeen year olds can be that clean. Happy reading! -)

"Hold on, Lily," said James. He took out a piece of parchment, tapped it with his wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

At once, ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that James's wand had touched. They joined each other, they criss-crossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words. Harry could read familiar words. "Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers, are proud to present, The Marauder's Map," he muttered. James smiled at him, unfolded the parchment and scanned each page. Suddenly, his eyes stopped and widened.

"The caretaker's name is Argus Filch, right?" James asked nervously.

When Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded, he said frantically, "Oh shit, he's coming this way with someone named Mrs. Norris," he paused. "Who the hell is Mrs. Norris, anyway?"

"It's his cat's name," said Ron.

"Oh, God, poor guy," Sirius said shaking his head sympathetically. Everyone looked at him with an expression of confusion on each face. "He married his own cat? He's that desperate?" Sirius said and laughed.

Everyone laughed hysterically, tears coming to their eyes. Suddenly, all of them stopped abruptly as they heard loud footsteps coming their way. "What's that sound, Mrs. Norris? Laughter? That could only mean one thing, students out past curfew," they heard a hoarse voice say. "Maybe Professor McGonagall will let me use the whip this time," the voice said eagerly as the pace of the footsteps became faster.

"Oh, shit," said James. "Mischief managed. Let's go, now!"

They ran as fast as they could as they heard the voice say again, "Oi! Students out past curfew! Stop!" But they didn't stop; they ran for their lives, Filch came running after them. "When I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry! You all will!" he bellowed at the top of his voice.

Filch almost grabbed Lily's hair but James pushed her out of the way and took out a bottle. He opened it and spilled its contents on the floor behind them. As they turned a corner, they heard Filch screaming and a loud thump which signalled that he had fell. A cat yelped and slid across the corridor, colliding with a suit of armour with a loud "GONG!" that echoed through the hallways.

All of them started laughing but not daring to look back. They ran towards the Gryffindor common room. They stopped at the entrance, all looking out of breath and panting loudly. The Fat Lady woke up with a start as Ron, who was trying to catch up, slipped and collided with the portrait. "Goodness," she said surprised and looked at all of them. Before she could ask for the password, Hermione had already gasped, "Divination." The portrait swung open and they walked into the empty common room.

Lily looked around, smiling. "It hasn't changed a bit," she said.

"If we're staying here for the night, where will we sleep?" asked Remus.

James sniggered and looked at Lily. "I didn't mean it that way, James," said Remus. Lily, who understood what James had meant, slapped him, hard. "Ouch," muttered Sirius as the cheek Lily had slapped turned bright red.

"Two slaps in less that an hour," James said rubbing his cheek. "That's a James Potter record."

"Harry and I are the Head Boy and Girl," said Hermione ignoring what had just happened. "Lily can sleep with me in my room and James, Sirius and Remus can sleep with Harry in his room. Ron will sleep in his usual dormitory."

"G'night," Ron said as he kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Night, Ron," said all of them in unison as he walked into the boy's dormitory. Hermione and Lily walked towards her room while James, Remus and Sirius followed Harry.

"I'll be sleeping in my old room," said Remus happily, stretching his arms and yawning. Before Harry think about what Remus had said, he found himself standing in front of a large portrait of a lion.

"Brave heart," said Harry and Remus in unison. They looked at each other in surprise. "I guess the password hasn't changed," said Remus laughing. "I guess so," said Harry as he led them into his room.

They walked into a big room where framed pictures of the past Head Boys covered one side of the wall. Harry noticed a picture which he had not noticed before. It was of Remus, holding up a badge which read, 'Head Boy.' The room was painted a deep shade of red and a four-poster bed was placed in the middle. A walk-in wardrobe and a door to the bathroom were at the right of the bed while a desk and an empty fireplace were at the left of the bed. Harry took out his wand and flicked it, immediately three four-poster beds, similar to Harry's, with a pair of pyjamas on each, appeared at the sides of Harry's bed.

"Well, time for bed," said Sirius jumping onto one of the beds and pulling the hangings around him. James chose the bed closest to Harry's and Remus towards the remaining bed.

Harry walked over to his bed and pulled the hangings. He changed into his pyjamas which were neatly folded on top of his pillow, took off his glasses and put it on his bedside table. He lied down, covered himself with his blanket and bed clothes and said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he heard James and Remus say but Sirius didn't reply. Instead he heard loud, pig-like snores coming from Sirius's bed. "Don't mind him, Harry" James said, sleepily, with a laugh and fell asleep.

Harry laughed weakly while questions began flooding into his head. How can they be here? How is this possible? How are they going to get back? Why isn't Wormtail with them? Each time he thought of a question, the more impossible it became for him to answer it. Suddenly, a new question squeezed into his already full mind. Is tonight a full moon?

At this point, Harry was reminded of his father, Sirius and their so called friend, Peter Pettigrew, nicknamed Wormtail, were all animagus and Remus was a werewolf ever since he was a boy. Harry's heart skipped a beat. He sat up from his bed so suddenly and loudly that James and Remus woke up with a start while Sirius snorted and continued to snore but more softly.

"What is it, Harry?" asked James groggily from his bed.

"Professor Lupin?" asked Harry before he could stop himself.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'professor'," Remus said from his bed, amused. "But I won't say I'm not smart enough to be one."

"Sorry, it's just in the future, you were a teacher here," said Harry giving a nervous laugh.

"A teacher?" he heard Remus say interestedly. "Was I good?"

"Good? You were brilliant," said Harry. "But you got sacked because most of the school found out that you were a werewolf."

"True," said Remus from his bed. "I am a werewolf."

"Yeah, so, I was wondering, is tonight a full moon?" asked Harry nervously.

"No," said Remus. "Next week's a full moon, though," he said yawning.

"Okay, I'm not worried anymore," said Harry relieved. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," they both said.

They all settled down and before Harry fell asleep, he heard Remus mutter, "Professor R.J. Lupin, it has a nice ring to it." Harry smiled and dozed off.