Chapter Seven

The Map

"Guys, just go on without us. We'll catch up." George tells us.

"I don't understand why you're staying behind-" Mona starts but he stops her.

"I told ya, we gotta spread some Christmas cheer before we go."

"It's not more dungbombs, is it? You know how much Filch hates those." I say, looking at the twins. They smile.

"Unfortunately, no. This is for a friend." Fred chuckles, patting his coat pocket. I sigh. If they get into trouble with Filch again, Mona and I can only save them via stick bombs.

"Alright. Don't be too long, though. Mona and I might just drink your butterbeers for you."

"I knew we shouldn't have given them money for drinks." George chides his brother. Fred rolls his eyes and points a finger at me.

"If you do, I'll kill you." With that, the twins walk away. I sigh again and turn around, facing my sister.

"Come on, Mona. Let's go." The two of us walk to Hogsmeade in the snow. We finally reach the Three Broomsticks and sit down. We order four butterbeers and wait for the twins to arrive. They eventually do. They walk in as soon as our drinks our served.

"Well, that was considerably quick." Mona mentions, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, thanks to the Marauder's Map, we knew every secret passageway, short cut, and trapdoors in, out, and around Hogwarts." George says, taking off his hat and gloves.

"What were you doing, anyway?"

"We gave the Marauder's Map to Harry."

"You gave away the Marauder's Map?" Mona asks in disbelief. "But you guys love that thing. You use it all the time."

"We've memorized it. Besides, he needs it more than we do." Fred says.

"Wow. And here I thought you were going to bomb Filch's office again." I say. Fred smiles a little.

"Give us some credit."

"Yeah, we don't always bomb Filch's office." George pipes up.

"But you are right. We did put a dung bomb under his chair cushion." Fred picks up his glass and winks at me.

"Merry Christmas!" Mona lifts up her glass, making a toast. The rest of us follow.

"Merry Christmas!" We all say.

"And another prank on Filch!" George says, chugging his drink with his twin.