Writer: Azure K Mello

Title: A Bond Never Dies

Part: 100 of ? or part 16 of Part Three

Words: 463

Still nothing.

The Weasley twin were in the common room conspiring in a corner. Clearing his throat Harry said, "Hey."

"Harry, my good fellow, what can we do for you?" asked Fred with a smile. The pair liked Harry, he'd always been so willing to take the dares Ronnikins had been too cowardly (sensible) to take when they'd been little.

"Well, it weird. I think you have something of my dads and I'd like it back. I'll give you anything."

"Anything?" leered George. Both twins laughed at Harry's blush.

"Within reason. I'll do your homework for a month or. . . whatever name your price."

"What is it you think we have?" asked George more seriously.

"It's a map of the castle that will only display-" Fred slapped his hand over Harry's mouth.

"Not another word. We do have it, don't give away its secret." George smiled before saying, "So who's your dad?"

Fred released Harry's mouth. Understanding the question Harry smiled in return, "Prongs."

"Wow, I wish our Da was that cool." Said Fred. "Give us a mo." He pulled his twin away and they discussed the matter in hushed voices. Coming back he said, "If you'll tell us the identities of the other cartographers you can have it free of charge."

Harry didn't want to ruin Remus' reputation but he knew that the twins wouldn't tell anyone about the map and therefore couldn't speak of its makers. "Padfoot is Sirius Black, Mooney is Professor Lupin, and Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew."

George whistled, "They really were thick as thieve weren't they? Mum told us stories but they could weave their powers together. That's hardcore."

Harry thought of all the times he'd seen the three men share power between themselves. He had watched, as a small child, as Severus had slowly melded into the family and now any of them could share. And he thought of dead Peter and shuddered before saying, "Yeah. So what do you want in return for the map?"

"You're good to go, my friend," said George pulling it out of an inner pocket on his robe. "Use it well."

Harry held it in his hands and said, "I will," before concealing it within his own robes.

As he started to ascend the stairs Neville called, "Harry, since when do you snore? You didn't when we had sleepovers."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry not understanding.

"Last night-"

"I wasn't here last night." He tried to think of explanations as to why his bed would have been snoring.

"I guess someone was in your bed then. Because someone was snoring."

Upstairs Harry looked at his bed. It didn't look slept in. Maybe Neville was cracking up. He sat down on the covers and then noticed a white-blond hair on his pillow.