They reached the library shortly and Sarah entered first, motioning for the boys to be quiet. Unfortunately, they weren't. Sarah had to shush them multiple times before they finally quieted down. She seemed to know where she was going and strode purposefully towards a certain bookshelf. Once there, she looked up at the books and then blinked a few times. She shook her head and reached up with her right hand to pick out an old, dusty volume. She furrowed her brows when she realized that she wasn't tall enough to reach it, and attempted jumping a bit. Unfortunately, this only caused others to look over at her. Fred, George, and Lee had disaperated somewhere, and she was left by herself, to her consternation. She stood there and stared at the bok until someone cleared their throat behind her. She twirled around and saw a young second-year Gryffindor boy named Wood or Log or something.

"Do you need any help?" He asked, looking from her to the book with his soft brown eyes.

"Well, if you can reach that book, then yes. The one called 'Quidditch through the Ages.' I meant to get some books on spells and things, but this one looks so much more interesting, don't you think?" Sarah said as the boy reached up and got the book for her.

"Yeah, it does. I'm trying out for the quidditch team this year. Apparently, they need a new keeper." He replied and handed her the book.

"Wow! I'm so envious of you! First years aren't allowed to try out, and chances are that next year I'll-" Sarah cut herself off. "I'm Sarah, by the way."

"I'm Oliver. Nice meeting you, but I have to go. Maybe we'll meet again." He said and turned to leave.

"Maybe. Good luck on the tryouts!" She called after him and was immediately shushed. She rolled her eyes and then grimaced. "I need more sleep," she murmured to herself and rubbed her temples.

"Need more what?" Someone said beside her and she jumped and turned to see a mop of red hair.

"Fred! You startled me." She kept a firm grip on her book and cocked her head. "Where did you guys all disappear to?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "We went and got some awesome spells, just like you suggested. Although, come to think of it, you weren't with us, and therefore must have had an ulterior motive. This shall require investigation and interrogation. Come with me, if you'd please." Fred grabbed her hand and she smiled as he led her over to George and Lee, telling them a tall tale about how she was a criminal mastermind and how they must interrogate her. They grinned and George grabbed her other hand before they led her out of the library and into the hall. She started giggling as George tied her hands behind her back and then led the way, Fred and Lee acting as guards. They came across a few teachers, but none gave them any grief, other than one.

"And where do you think you're going?" Snape asked as they turned a corner in the dungeons.

"We must interrogate this poisoner, sir. She has ulterior motives." Lee said and they all laughed.

"Really? Then perhaps I should take over this case. If you are serious, that is." Snape said venomously.

"Urk, no, they aren't serious. It's just a gam, sir. We were actually headed on our way to... uh... to go get our stuff for our next class. Transfiguration, I believe. Well, we'll be off now. Bye!" Sarah then walked quickly out of the dungeons and back to the Gryffindor common room. Once there, she fiddled with her bonds for a few moments, finally managing to get them undone. She looked down at what they had used and then looked up at the boys.

"A belt?" She asked.

"What else were we going to use?" Fred countered.

"It's not like we carry around rope," George said.

"Maybe we should, though," Lee replied. Sarah rolled her eyes and went up to her room and grabbed her materials for her next class. By the time she came back down, it was time to go. They had a very busy class writing notes and didn't have a chance to talk as they rushed off to their next class. In fact, the next chance they got to relax was at dinner that night. Sarah sat with Fred on her right and Lee opposite her, George sitting opposite of Fred. The food was delicious and they slowly made their way back to the common room afterwards. They were stopped at the Fat Lady's portrait by Mr. Filch.

"Weren't fergettin' yer detentions, were ye?" He asked and his cracked lips broke into a smile.

"Er-" Lee said, but he was cut off.

"Right this way. There be some trophies that need polishin'." He ginned and led them to another room. There they spent three hours cleaning and polishing various awards and trophies before Filch would let them go. They staggered out of his office and tiredly made their way back to their common room. Sarah's arms were killing her and she seemed to be a bit slower than the others.

"You alright?" Fred asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Just tired." She replied with a smile, then coughed a few times. She rubbed her eyes as they made it through the portrait and up to their own dormitories.

The next few weeks were a blur as they settled into a routine and got the hang of all the school work and assignments. They had finally adjusted by the last few weeks of October, just in time for Hallowe'en Feast.

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Sarah came down from the girls' dormitory wearing something that the boys had never seen her in. Her hazel eyes looked especially green because of a green t-shirt that she wore with a back skirt and black sweater. On the sweater were small mammograms on the upper left side that were her initials, in the same shade of green as the shirt. Her stockings were also green, her shoes black. A number of Gryffindor students gave her dirty looks, and it took her a moment to realise that she was wearing Slytherin colours. When she did come to this realization, it was too late, for they were half way to the great hall. Oliver caught up with her and the boys, looking very flushed.

"Sarah! Did you hear? I got in! I'm the new Gryffindor keeper!" He gushed in his welsh accent and Sarah hugged him while congratulating him. She didn't see the look of jealousy on Fred's face, nor did she hear his low growl. "The first practice is tomorrow. You should come watch."

"I'd love to!" Sarah replied as they entered the great hall. "But first, you have to tell me everything that happened. I have to know."

Through out the feast, Oliver told Sarah exactly what had happened, not leaving anything out, though occasionally back tracking. She hung on his every word, and as time passed, Fred became more and more agitated, until Sarah was forced to turn to him and say,

"Fred, what on earth's wrong?"

"Nothing." He replied, not really knowing himself.

"Obviously it isn't nothing. You're slamming things downs, talking loudly, interrupting conversations, and in a generally horrible mood. You weren't like this before dinner." She looked both worried and angry.

"He's probably just tired," George said, giving his brother a strange look.

"I don't think so." Percy jumped in. "I think that he's jealous. This's how he usually gets when he's jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Fred said darkly.

"What would he be jealous of, though? He didn't get this way until Oliver... oh!" Sarah blushed. "I guess we have been rubbing it in your face." Sarah apologised, thinking that he was upset because Oliver had made the team and he would have to wait at least another year before he could even try out. Fred looked at her quickly and then turned red. The real reason that he was upset was because of the attention Sarah was paying Oliver, he told himself. He stopped suddenly. Now why would he be upset about that? She could talk to whomever she wanted. But she never hung n his every word like that.... He shook his head and continued eating, oblivious to the odd looks that George was giving him.

They ate for the rest of the meal in relative silence before everyone filed out of the hall. In the corridor, Sarah pulled Fred and George aside, letting Lee Jordan continue on his way, blissfully unawares.

"Hey, did you two know that Filch keeps all the stuff he takes from students in one place? In his office." She had a mysterious glint in her eyes and looked from one twin to the other. "He's asking for it to be taken, you know." She continued. "So, I thought that we should teach him a lesson, and take something. Not steal, just, 'borrow'."

The twins looked at each other, then at her and grinned. They nodded and she lead them down a side corridor. From there, she let George and Fred take the lead as they made their way to Filch's office.

Once there, Sarah tried out a lumos spell that she had learned and they opened the door. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief when they noticed that Filch was out. Sarah went in first and immediately made her way to a filing system which she opened. She rifled through until she found a rather large piece of folded parchment. Fred took it out and held it up.

"Wonder what it does," he whispered and George took out his wand.

"Tell us your secrets," he said and pointed his wand at the parchment.

"Please," Sarah piped up, thinking that it would be more likely to tell them if they were polite. Words suddenly appeared on te parchment.

Misters Padfoot and Prongs would like to congratulate the young students on finding the map.

"Map?" Sarah said and looked as more words appeared.

Mister Wormtail extends a greeting, and Mister Moony would like to know why you have this parchment.

"Erm... it was kind of in Mr. Filch's office. We, err, 'borrowed' it." Fred said.

Misters Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs then insist you solemnly swear you are up to no good. Once finished, tell us that your mischief is managed.

They looked at one another. George shrugged and, not noticing that his wand was still on the parchment said, in time with Sarah and Fred, "We solemnly swear we are up to no good." Lines stared appearing on the parchment, and very soon there was a map. A map that showed where everyone was, and who they were. In fact, when Sarah looked at it closer, she realized that the pointers were moving as the people moved! She jumped over a step and peered over at the map. Surely enough, her pointer had moved. She studied the map again and noticed that it said it was the Marauder's Map.

"The Marauder's Map..." She whispered aloud. Suddenly, they heard some footsteps in the hallway. With a quick glance at the map, they knew it was Filch and Mrs. Norris. They fled from the room, still holding the parchment, and turned down the opposite way from where Filch was coming.

Sarah realized with a start that they had left the door wide open and ran back to close it. She got there just in time to close it and turn before Filch spotted her.

"Hey, what're yew doin' 'ere?" He asked suspiciously.

"Sir, up at the astronomy tower, two students are... they're... doing something inappropriate." Sarah gasped, as if she had run all the way just to tell him. He turned red before running off to the astronomy tower, and Sarah ran back to Fred and George.

"Good one, Sarah." George beamed.

"Way to think fast." Fred said and smiled at her. She smiled back at them and they made their way back to the Gryffindor common room for the Hallowe'en party, quite pleased with themselves and what they had managed to pull off.