DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you see. . . except maybe the plot- MAYBE. I
most certainly don't own the characters, places, objects, or anything
you know is J. K. Rowling's. I WISH I could own the books so I could
bring my favorite character back from the dead (or the veil).
AN: Yes, this chapter is a bit funny. And yes, it WAS Snape that he didn't recognize the voice of in the last chapter.
Almost a week later, Remus was feeling much better. Madam Pomfrey, however, was not eager to let him go.
"You're condition worsened it so much that I am worried about what will happen next week," she said, early one morning, as Remus was washing up for the first meal he would have with the rest of the school; breakfast.
"What?! It's already the full moon?!" Remus exclaimed, startled, splashing water from the basin all over the floor.
"Oh, no, dear, that's not until next week, but I would still like you to stay here until we're finished with that. I could help you, just like at school."
"No, I really couldn't stay here where there are children around- what if the unthinkable happens?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Lupin, I'm not worried about that. We will take the extra precautions. Besides, a great mind like yours is always welcome here at Hogwarts. I'm sure Hagrid would love your help outside, (I don't know how in Merlin's name you know so much about the things in the forest!) We will find a job for you to do."
"But, I really couldn't- I. . . it would be another person for the house- elves to cook for, and I- er. . . I would be in the way and-"
Madam Pomfrey was shaking her head and smiling slightly. She assured Remus that he would not be in the way in the slightest, there were plenty of rooms to spare in the great castle, the house-elves wouldn't even notice the difference in the numbers of people eating their food, and that everyone at Hogwarts would appreciate his presences.
Remus sighed in defeat and went down to breakfast. He was planning on sitting at the staff table, even though he wasn't staff, because it would hardly be approved of if he were to sit at any of the house tables.
The first thing he noticed as he walked in through the doors into the great hall was that only a handful of students were at each table. Wondering why there were so few people awake at this hour (surely everyone had classes in a half an hour), he strode inconspicuously toward the table at the other side of the room which, at the moment, felt enormous.
Remus walked anxiously, glancing around at the students at the nearest tables. Some of them looked up at him as he passed, but didn't say anything. Their eyes didn't linger on Remus for more than was natural. The werewolf quickened his pace.
When, at last, Remus reached the staff table, he was more nervous than he thought was possible for him to become.
'They're just students!' Remus scolded himself, silently, 'They don't even know you!'
As he sat down next to Professor McGonagall, he let his eyes scan the high table more carefully. The first thing he noticed was the large purple turban sitting on the left side of Snape.
'The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?' Remus wondered to himself, 'Wait a minute. . .'
"Snape?!" Remus gasped out loud.
McGonagall looked at Remus severely and said, "Yes, Remus, Severus works here now. He is the Potion's master as well as the head of Slytherin house."
Stunned, Remus turned to his plate. Not really all that hungry, Remus dished up meager portions of what lay closest to him: a plate of fruit, a pitcher of pumpkin juice, and some other things- Remus didn't even notice what they were. When he had mechanically eaten everything on his plate he stood up and left the Great Hall.
In a daze, Remus walked down a corridor of the castle, not caring in the slightest where he ended up.
He had been moving at a comfortable pace for a few minutes when he heard someone approaching from the opposite direction. Two someones, actually.
"No, we can't share it with him, even if he IS Harry Potter," one voice said.
Remus thought the voice sounded like it belonged to a student. Probably in his third or fourth year.
"But, Fred, he's Ron's friend," protested another voice (Remus almost mistook the second voice for the first, it was so similar).
"Exactly! We can't go telling every first-year we meet about the map, George!"
Remus' ears pricked at the sound of the word 'map' and he sank back into the shadows as the two figures turned the corner. Remus realized why they had sounded so similar; they were twins! The twins- Fred and George, they had said- had bright red hair and were a happy medium between muscular and normal. They looked like Quidditch players to Remus.
George sighed, "I wonder what they would've done. Would Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs have shown their brother and his famous friend their most valuable mischief-making tool? I thought not."
At this, Remus stepped out from behind the shadows and looked down at the two third-year boys, who gulped. The one Remus thought to be Fred, hastened to hide a blank, tattered piece of parchment behind his back.
"I need to see that, Fred." Remus said, with all the authority he could muster.
"N-need to see. . . er. . . need to see what?" George asked innocently.
"The map," said Remus, not willing to play any games, as he was extremely tired of waiting already.
The twins looked flabbergasted. They exchanged a startled glance and then Fred asked, "Map? No, you must have the wrong boys. We don't have any map, do we George?"
"No, Fred, nothing of the sort!" The other twin said hurriedly.
"Please! I need to see the map!" Remus said, pointing to the blank piece of parchment in Fred's hand.
"Er, that? That's just a bit of old parchment, sir." Fred said, holding out the parchment for the adult to inspect, "It's really not worth anything. Just a spare bit of-"
Remus extended his hand, but Fred had stuffed it hastily inside his pocket.
"Please, boys, I just need to see it. If I don't find what I need on it I'll give it back. Please."
George gave Fred a look and Fred reluctantly emptied his pocket. Remus took the parchment and set his wand to it, saying, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The twins, now extremely confused and stunned, stared at the intimidating wizard standing in front of them. He was searching the map, his finger tracing the lines expertly. He was mumbling something that the twins strained to hear.
". . .wouldn't be there, too close to. . . he could be up in the. . . no that is foolish. . . suppose he could be. . ."
The adult sighed and turned to the still staring twins, "Can I borrow this? It will take me awhile to search the whole castle for him."
He turned to leave before the students had answered.
Finally regaining their senses the two students called after the mysterious adult, "Wait! Who are you?" Fred asked as George yelled, "Stop! You have to tell us something!"
Remus turned around to face the students he had just relieved of one of his fondest memories at Hogwarts.
"My name is Remus Lupin, otherwise known as Moony. I have need of this map for many reasons, none of which I can disclose to you at this moment. Thank you for being of assistance to me. I would be pleased if you would carry on the wonderful line of mischief makers that my friends and I started not twenty years ago."
With that he turned and left the two (now even more stunned) boys to be confused by themselves.
The werewolf immediately headed for the library, one of his favorite haunts from his school days.
When he arrived there, there were only five other occupants. One he recognized as Madam Pince, the librarian, three included a boy with pale hair and two burly looking boys who sat huddled around a single book, but only the one of them seemed to be reading it. The library's other occupant was a young girl with bushy brown hair and her nose almost touching the page of a book that must have been seven hundred pages long. She had an entranced look on her face and a pile of eight or nine other books next to her on the table.
Remus sat down a good distance away from any other people and pulled out the map. For hours, he sat examining it, from the kitchens where the house- elves worked to the boys bathrooms on the fifth floor. After a while, Remus began to wonder why he was doing this- staring at a map of Hogwarts searching for a dead man. Sirius was crazy and his madness must have rubbed off on Remus if he was really expecting to sit here staring at the map for the entire day!
With that thought, he turned to the map again, thinking to wipe it blank, when he thought of something else: he could check up on Harry by using the map.
Remus let his eyes travel the path between the Great Hall to the Gryffindor common room. Just outside the portrait hole, Remus found him and another boy labeled Ronald Weasley. They were headed towards breakfast.
Remus stood up and left the library, the map (wiped blank) in his pocket. He walked quickly, intending on meeting James' son for the first time in ten years. 'Ten years,' Remus thought, 'that's how long Black's been in Azkaban. But he deserves it. He is the reason Harry has no family. He is the reason Harry-'
Just then another red-headed boy turned the corner followed by (James?!) no it was Harry. There he was, looking just like his father, and talking nonchalantly to the red-headed boy, Remus assumed to be Ronald Weasley.
"I'm telling you, Harry, she's obsessed! Lavender Brown told me that she got up at six o'clock this morning and went to the library. She woke up early on a Saturday to go to the library to STUDY! Harry she is crazy!"
Harry nodded his agreement. Remus walked up to the two boys and smiled.
"Hello, boys," he said.
"Er- hello," said Harry and Ron in unison.
"I was just wondering if you knew where misters Fred and George Weasley are?" Remus said.
"Oh, yeah, I think their still at breakfast," red-headed Ronald Weasley said.
"We saw them this morning, and they kept looking at us strangely," said Harry, more to himself and Ronald than to Remus, "I wonder what that was about. . ."
Remus knew.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked the boys.
The boys exchanged a glance and nodded eagerly.
"Come with me," Remus said, starting off towards the library again.
"Wait," said Harry (Ron had started off after Remus without a thought), "Who are you? How do we know we can trust you?"
Remus turned around, impressed at how responsible Harry was, even at such a young age.
"I knew your father. I was a friend of his and I would like to show you something of his."
Harry nodded, but still seemed apprehensive.
Glad, Remus turned back around motioning for the boys to follow him.
He could hear them whispering something behind him, but he didn't eavesdrop.
When they reached the library, the trio of boys that was there earlier was gone, but Madam Pince and the bushy-haired girl that Remus had seen on the map as Hermione Granger, were still there.
Ronald pointed at her and whispered something to Harry, who nodded again.
"Come over here," Remus said, motioning to an empty table.
When all three of them were seated around the blank piece of parchment, Remus took out his wand and repeated what he had said earlier, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Harry's and Ronald's eyes grew wide as lines spread out from where Remus' wand had touched the parchment.
"The Marauder's Map," Remus said, quietly, "We made it up at school."
Pointing to the names at the top, Remus said, "I'm Moony. Harry, your dad was Prongs."
"My dad?" Harry said, stunned.
"Yes, your dad was Prongs. Wormtail was one of our friends."
"What about the other one?" Ronald asked, "Padfoot?"
"Oh, him," Remus said, he had known he would have to answer, but he still didn't want to.
"He used to be a friend. Now he isn't."
"Er- okay," said Ron, "We know what happened to Prongs," he glanced at Harry, who nodded, "And you- er- Moony?- but what happened to the other two?"
Remus was glad the boys were already comfortable around him, but he really didn't want to get into that just now.
Harry recognized Remus' silence as unwillingness to answer.
"It's okay. You don't have to answer," the younger version of James said, "What's up, Ron?"
"L-look!" Ronald- er Ron- said, "There are dots- with our names on them!"
Remus chuckled.
"Wow. . ." Ron said, breathlessly.
"Yeah," agreed Harry, "My dad helped make this?"
"Yes," Remus said.
"Wo-ow," Harry and Ron chorused.
"Each of the dots," said Remus, pointing to the three dots labeled Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley, in the library, "represents a person. They will always show the person's true name, even if they are wearing an invisibility cloak, or are in a different form- like an animagus (you two did see McGonagall transform, didn't you? Oh, no, that's not until third year.)"
"Look, Harry, we can see everyone in the Great Hall! There're Fred and George. And there's Dumbledore. Wow, he's got a long name."
"Hmm," Remus said looking at the name Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, "It doesn't usually show middle names. . ."
Harry and Ron laughed out loud, and Hermione Granger, who wasn't as far away as she could have been, looked up irritated from her book and shushed the boys saying, "SOME of us are TRYING to read, in here, so if you DON'T mind. . ."
Harry and Ron exchanged an exasperated glance and burst out laughing again. Remus chuckled quietly as well.
The girl stood up and stormed over to the other table and said to Remus, "I'm sorry, sir, but these boys are disrupting the peace. Would you PLEASE watch over them and make sure they DON'T?!" With the last word she glared at the two newly Gryffindor boys and she stormed back to her table and, with a huff, sat down again to read her book.
Harry and Ron looked in opposite directions to avoid another laughing fit.
Remus looked back at the map. Idly he looked through the Great Hall again, this time making out a few more names. At the Slytherin table, there were Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini. At the Hufflepuff table there were Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch- Fletchy, and Cedric Diggory. At the Gryffindor table there were Fred and George Weasley, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Neville Longbottom, and Percy Weasley. There were only three Ravenclaws at breakfast so far. One was Padma Patil, and the others were Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecomb. Finally Remus let his eyes travel back up to the staff table. The same people were there as were at breakfast, but this time there were more people than before. Minerva McGonagall was still there as well as-
Remus' musings were cut short from an outraged cry from Harry. So loud, in fact, that Hermione Granger looked threateningly over to the three boys and Madam Pince snapped at them to be quiet.
"Ron! There's someone in your stuff!" Harry yelled.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes braking contact with the Slytherin common room to go into their dorm, "I don't see- oh! Why is there. . ."
"Could we borrow this, Moony?" Harry asked, quickly.
"I guess, but meet me back here in a few minutes," Remus called after them as the swept out of the library with the map.
Hehehe
Like that chapter? I had to get the story going.
The next chapter is also kinda funny. . . and kinda something else.
Guess who the person is that's in Ron's stuff? (lol)
Review? Please?
AN: Yes, this chapter is a bit funny. And yes, it WAS Snape that he didn't recognize the voice of in the last chapter.
Almost a week later, Remus was feeling much better. Madam Pomfrey, however, was not eager to let him go.
"You're condition worsened it so much that I am worried about what will happen next week," she said, early one morning, as Remus was washing up for the first meal he would have with the rest of the school; breakfast.
"What?! It's already the full moon?!" Remus exclaimed, startled, splashing water from the basin all over the floor.
"Oh, no, dear, that's not until next week, but I would still like you to stay here until we're finished with that. I could help you, just like at school."
"No, I really couldn't stay here where there are children around- what if the unthinkable happens?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Lupin, I'm not worried about that. We will take the extra precautions. Besides, a great mind like yours is always welcome here at Hogwarts. I'm sure Hagrid would love your help outside, (I don't know how in Merlin's name you know so much about the things in the forest!) We will find a job for you to do."
"But, I really couldn't- I. . . it would be another person for the house- elves to cook for, and I- er. . . I would be in the way and-"
Madam Pomfrey was shaking her head and smiling slightly. She assured Remus that he would not be in the way in the slightest, there were plenty of rooms to spare in the great castle, the house-elves wouldn't even notice the difference in the numbers of people eating their food, and that everyone at Hogwarts would appreciate his presences.
Remus sighed in defeat and went down to breakfast. He was planning on sitting at the staff table, even though he wasn't staff, because it would hardly be approved of if he were to sit at any of the house tables.
The first thing he noticed as he walked in through the doors into the great hall was that only a handful of students were at each table. Wondering why there were so few people awake at this hour (surely everyone had classes in a half an hour), he strode inconspicuously toward the table at the other side of the room which, at the moment, felt enormous.
Remus walked anxiously, glancing around at the students at the nearest tables. Some of them looked up at him as he passed, but didn't say anything. Their eyes didn't linger on Remus for more than was natural. The werewolf quickened his pace.
When, at last, Remus reached the staff table, he was more nervous than he thought was possible for him to become.
'They're just students!' Remus scolded himself, silently, 'They don't even know you!'
As he sat down next to Professor McGonagall, he let his eyes scan the high table more carefully. The first thing he noticed was the large purple turban sitting on the left side of Snape.
'The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?' Remus wondered to himself, 'Wait a minute. . .'
"Snape?!" Remus gasped out loud.
McGonagall looked at Remus severely and said, "Yes, Remus, Severus works here now. He is the Potion's master as well as the head of Slytherin house."
Stunned, Remus turned to his plate. Not really all that hungry, Remus dished up meager portions of what lay closest to him: a plate of fruit, a pitcher of pumpkin juice, and some other things- Remus didn't even notice what they were. When he had mechanically eaten everything on his plate he stood up and left the Great Hall.
In a daze, Remus walked down a corridor of the castle, not caring in the slightest where he ended up.
He had been moving at a comfortable pace for a few minutes when he heard someone approaching from the opposite direction. Two someones, actually.
"No, we can't share it with him, even if he IS Harry Potter," one voice said.
Remus thought the voice sounded like it belonged to a student. Probably in his third or fourth year.
"But, Fred, he's Ron's friend," protested another voice (Remus almost mistook the second voice for the first, it was so similar).
"Exactly! We can't go telling every first-year we meet about the map, George!"
Remus' ears pricked at the sound of the word 'map' and he sank back into the shadows as the two figures turned the corner. Remus realized why they had sounded so similar; they were twins! The twins- Fred and George, they had said- had bright red hair and were a happy medium between muscular and normal. They looked like Quidditch players to Remus.
George sighed, "I wonder what they would've done. Would Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs have shown their brother and his famous friend their most valuable mischief-making tool? I thought not."
At this, Remus stepped out from behind the shadows and looked down at the two third-year boys, who gulped. The one Remus thought to be Fred, hastened to hide a blank, tattered piece of parchment behind his back.
"I need to see that, Fred." Remus said, with all the authority he could muster.
"N-need to see. . . er. . . need to see what?" George asked innocently.
"The map," said Remus, not willing to play any games, as he was extremely tired of waiting already.
The twins looked flabbergasted. They exchanged a startled glance and then Fred asked, "Map? No, you must have the wrong boys. We don't have any map, do we George?"
"No, Fred, nothing of the sort!" The other twin said hurriedly.
"Please! I need to see the map!" Remus said, pointing to the blank piece of parchment in Fred's hand.
"Er, that? That's just a bit of old parchment, sir." Fred said, holding out the parchment for the adult to inspect, "It's really not worth anything. Just a spare bit of-"
Remus extended his hand, but Fred had stuffed it hastily inside his pocket.
"Please, boys, I just need to see it. If I don't find what I need on it I'll give it back. Please."
George gave Fred a look and Fred reluctantly emptied his pocket. Remus took the parchment and set his wand to it, saying, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The twins, now extremely confused and stunned, stared at the intimidating wizard standing in front of them. He was searching the map, his finger tracing the lines expertly. He was mumbling something that the twins strained to hear.
". . .wouldn't be there, too close to. . . he could be up in the. . . no that is foolish. . . suppose he could be. . ."
The adult sighed and turned to the still staring twins, "Can I borrow this? It will take me awhile to search the whole castle for him."
He turned to leave before the students had answered.
Finally regaining their senses the two students called after the mysterious adult, "Wait! Who are you?" Fred asked as George yelled, "Stop! You have to tell us something!"
Remus turned around to face the students he had just relieved of one of his fondest memories at Hogwarts.
"My name is Remus Lupin, otherwise known as Moony. I have need of this map for many reasons, none of which I can disclose to you at this moment. Thank you for being of assistance to me. I would be pleased if you would carry on the wonderful line of mischief makers that my friends and I started not twenty years ago."
With that he turned and left the two (now even more stunned) boys to be confused by themselves.
The werewolf immediately headed for the library, one of his favorite haunts from his school days.
When he arrived there, there were only five other occupants. One he recognized as Madam Pince, the librarian, three included a boy with pale hair and two burly looking boys who sat huddled around a single book, but only the one of them seemed to be reading it. The library's other occupant was a young girl with bushy brown hair and her nose almost touching the page of a book that must have been seven hundred pages long. She had an entranced look on her face and a pile of eight or nine other books next to her on the table.
Remus sat down a good distance away from any other people and pulled out the map. For hours, he sat examining it, from the kitchens where the house- elves worked to the boys bathrooms on the fifth floor. After a while, Remus began to wonder why he was doing this- staring at a map of Hogwarts searching for a dead man. Sirius was crazy and his madness must have rubbed off on Remus if he was really expecting to sit here staring at the map for the entire day!
With that thought, he turned to the map again, thinking to wipe it blank, when he thought of something else: he could check up on Harry by using the map.
Remus let his eyes travel the path between the Great Hall to the Gryffindor common room. Just outside the portrait hole, Remus found him and another boy labeled Ronald Weasley. They were headed towards breakfast.
Remus stood up and left the library, the map (wiped blank) in his pocket. He walked quickly, intending on meeting James' son for the first time in ten years. 'Ten years,' Remus thought, 'that's how long Black's been in Azkaban. But he deserves it. He is the reason Harry has no family. He is the reason Harry-'
Just then another red-headed boy turned the corner followed by (James?!) no it was Harry. There he was, looking just like his father, and talking nonchalantly to the red-headed boy, Remus assumed to be Ronald Weasley.
"I'm telling you, Harry, she's obsessed! Lavender Brown told me that she got up at six o'clock this morning and went to the library. She woke up early on a Saturday to go to the library to STUDY! Harry she is crazy!"
Harry nodded his agreement. Remus walked up to the two boys and smiled.
"Hello, boys," he said.
"Er- hello," said Harry and Ron in unison.
"I was just wondering if you knew where misters Fred and George Weasley are?" Remus said.
"Oh, yeah, I think their still at breakfast," red-headed Ronald Weasley said.
"We saw them this morning, and they kept looking at us strangely," said Harry, more to himself and Ronald than to Remus, "I wonder what that was about. . ."
Remus knew.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked the boys.
The boys exchanged a glance and nodded eagerly.
"Come with me," Remus said, starting off towards the library again.
"Wait," said Harry (Ron had started off after Remus without a thought), "Who are you? How do we know we can trust you?"
Remus turned around, impressed at how responsible Harry was, even at such a young age.
"I knew your father. I was a friend of his and I would like to show you something of his."
Harry nodded, but still seemed apprehensive.
Glad, Remus turned back around motioning for the boys to follow him.
He could hear them whispering something behind him, but he didn't eavesdrop.
When they reached the library, the trio of boys that was there earlier was gone, but Madam Pince and the bushy-haired girl that Remus had seen on the map as Hermione Granger, were still there.
Ronald pointed at her and whispered something to Harry, who nodded again.
"Come over here," Remus said, motioning to an empty table.
When all three of them were seated around the blank piece of parchment, Remus took out his wand and repeated what he had said earlier, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Harry's and Ronald's eyes grew wide as lines spread out from where Remus' wand had touched the parchment.
"The Marauder's Map," Remus said, quietly, "We made it up at school."
Pointing to the names at the top, Remus said, "I'm Moony. Harry, your dad was Prongs."
"My dad?" Harry said, stunned.
"Yes, your dad was Prongs. Wormtail was one of our friends."
"What about the other one?" Ronald asked, "Padfoot?"
"Oh, him," Remus said, he had known he would have to answer, but he still didn't want to.
"He used to be a friend. Now he isn't."
"Er- okay," said Ron, "We know what happened to Prongs," he glanced at Harry, who nodded, "And you- er- Moony?- but what happened to the other two?"
Remus was glad the boys were already comfortable around him, but he really didn't want to get into that just now.
Harry recognized Remus' silence as unwillingness to answer.
"It's okay. You don't have to answer," the younger version of James said, "What's up, Ron?"
"L-look!" Ronald- er Ron- said, "There are dots- with our names on them!"
Remus chuckled.
"Wow. . ." Ron said, breathlessly.
"Yeah," agreed Harry, "My dad helped make this?"
"Yes," Remus said.
"Wo-ow," Harry and Ron chorused.
"Each of the dots," said Remus, pointing to the three dots labeled Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley, in the library, "represents a person. They will always show the person's true name, even if they are wearing an invisibility cloak, or are in a different form- like an animagus (you two did see McGonagall transform, didn't you? Oh, no, that's not until third year.)"
"Look, Harry, we can see everyone in the Great Hall! There're Fred and George. And there's Dumbledore. Wow, he's got a long name."
"Hmm," Remus said looking at the name Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, "It doesn't usually show middle names. . ."
Harry and Ron laughed out loud, and Hermione Granger, who wasn't as far away as she could have been, looked up irritated from her book and shushed the boys saying, "SOME of us are TRYING to read, in here, so if you DON'T mind. . ."
Harry and Ron exchanged an exasperated glance and burst out laughing again. Remus chuckled quietly as well.
The girl stood up and stormed over to the other table and said to Remus, "I'm sorry, sir, but these boys are disrupting the peace. Would you PLEASE watch over them and make sure they DON'T?!" With the last word she glared at the two newly Gryffindor boys and she stormed back to her table and, with a huff, sat down again to read her book.
Harry and Ron looked in opposite directions to avoid another laughing fit.
Remus looked back at the map. Idly he looked through the Great Hall again, this time making out a few more names. At the Slytherin table, there were Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini. At the Hufflepuff table there were Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch- Fletchy, and Cedric Diggory. At the Gryffindor table there were Fred and George Weasley, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Neville Longbottom, and Percy Weasley. There were only three Ravenclaws at breakfast so far. One was Padma Patil, and the others were Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecomb. Finally Remus let his eyes travel back up to the staff table. The same people were there as were at breakfast, but this time there were more people than before. Minerva McGonagall was still there as well as-
Remus' musings were cut short from an outraged cry from Harry. So loud, in fact, that Hermione Granger looked threateningly over to the three boys and Madam Pince snapped at them to be quiet.
"Ron! There's someone in your stuff!" Harry yelled.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes braking contact with the Slytherin common room to go into their dorm, "I don't see- oh! Why is there. . ."
"Could we borrow this, Moony?" Harry asked, quickly.
"I guess, but meet me back here in a few minutes," Remus called after them as the swept out of the library with the map.
Hehehe
Like that chapter? I had to get the story going.
The next chapter is also kinda funny. . . and kinda something else.
Guess who the person is that's in Ron's stuff? (lol)
Review? Please?