Hey! I'm glad you're back! A little note, these cchapters are more in one-shot form than in story form. Like, instead of going through basically every single day they live, I'm just going through the important and interesting stuff, like finding the Marauder's Map! So then you won't get bored hopefully! Also, Stella's Snape impression sounds like AVPM/AVPS/AVPSY Snape (Joe Moses)! So imagine that when you read it! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I promise that if I were JKR, I would let you know.

-Ivory

"The whole reason I agreed to go along with all of this was because I thought it would be fun!" Stella complained in hushed voice, glaring at the three boys sitting beside her in Filch's office.

"It was fun!" Lee retorted with a knowing smile. "You're just mad we got caught, otherwise you wouldn't be complaining!"

A smile tugged at the corners of Stella's lips, but she kept glaring resolutely. "Nuh uh! I still would've been mad!"

"Prove it," Fred said.

"What?"

"Prove it," Fred repeated, his gaze resting on Filch's filing cabinets of things he had confiscated. "Cause a diversion so we can nick something interesting."

"Why on Earth — ?!"

"No questions, Stellala," George interrupted, his eyes on the door where Filch would appear at any moment. "You should know us by now."

Stella sighed. "I guess we've already got a detention anyways."

Lee clapped her on the back. "That's the spirit! Do think of something quickly now. He'll probably be back soon."

Stella rolled her eyes, and did the first thing she could think of. She transformed her features into that of their potions professor, Severus Snape. All the boys immediately recoiled with cries of disgust.

"What is it? Think I'm ugly?" she asked, putting on the best Snape impression she could do, flipping her hair a bit and striking a model pose. "I should hope so. I'm doing my best. Being this ugly isn't easy to accomplish you know."

The boys burst out laughing. The sight was just so incredibly ludicrous that it was impossible not to laugh.

"You know you're not going to fool anyone with that impression, right?" George said, still giggling.

"Doesn't matter, Weasley, I only need to distract him for a few seconds," Stella said, straightening up and trying to look as stern as possible.

As if it had been planned, Filch darted back into the room at that moment, Mrs. Norris at his heels. He was wheezing and cursing as he flopped into his chair. He obviously hadn't noticed the presence of Stel — I mean, Snape yet.

"That Peeves," he grumbled, then glanced up at Stella. He quickly and clumsily got back to his feet and saluted. "Hello sir."

"Hello," Stella said in a drawl that sounded terribly funny. The boys began quietly giggling again. "Silence, you inarticulate bumbles!"

"Where's the girl?" Filch asked, eyeing the vacant seat where Stella had previously been sitting. "Has she escaped?"

"Why, that's absurd!" Stella cried. When the boys laughter began to get louder, she snapped, "One hundred thousand points from Gryffindor!"

"Is everything alright, sir?" Filch asked suspiciously.

"Of course, Peeves has just been spotted in the Great Hall," Stella said, with an eye roll. "Deal with him, would you Filch? I'll make sure these imbeciles don't escape."

Filch seemed dubious, but did leave the room. Stella's face broke into a grin, which looked incredibly out of place on Snape's face.

"Grab something and let's get out of here," she said, as the boys scrambled to the filing cabinets.

"I got something, let's go!" Fred cried, his hand clenched around a parchment.

"Wait, let's — "

Lee never finished his sentence because at that moment, the door opened.

"Filch, Peeves is making a mess in the — " The Real Severus Snape stopped talking to stare at Stella, who still looked like an exact replica of himself.

"Um," Stella spluttered, then cried in her Snape accent, "What the devil is going on here?!"

Snape didn't look amused, especially when he glanced behind her and saw Fred, George, and Lee all looking guilty in the background.

"Let's run," Stella muttered, before bolting past Snape, changing back to her normal features as she did, the boys in hot pursuit.

They didn't make it very far before they bumped smack dab into Dumbledore. He smiled kindly down at them and moved aside, obviously unaware of why they had been running (or perhaps he did know but just didn't mind their pranks). They grinned back up at him before darting all the way back to the common room.

"A parchment? Fred, I honestly thought you'd do better than that!"

"Yeah, it's not even written on!"

"Calm down, it wouldn't have been marked as dangerous if it didn't do something!" Fred insisted. He placed his wand tip on the paper and said clearly, "Aparecium."

To the others astonishment, words began to appear on the parchment.

"Mr. Padfoot would like to ask who you blokes (and bird) are."

"Mr. Wormtail would like to congratulate you on finding our map."

"Mr. Prongs would like to say how happy he is that you're all up for some mischief."

"Mr. Moony would like to ask if you need any help."

They all exchanged glances and Stella grabbed the map from Fred. "We would love help, please."

Once again, words appeared, but they were different this time.

"Mr. Padfoot again asks who you lot are?"

"Mr. Wormtail would like to agree with Mr. Padfoot."

"Mr. Prongs would like to tell Mr. Moony to not make it so easy for them."

"Mr. Moony reluctantly agrees, as long as you all solemnly swear that you're up to no good?"

"I'm Lee Jordan," Lee said, his wand on the parchment now. "That's Stella Tonks, and those are Fred and George Weasley, and we would like to thank you for allowing us to use your map."

"Mr. Wormtail would like to say you're welcome."

"Mr. Moony would like to say that you seem like a bright lot."

"Mr. Prongs hopes that you put our map to good use."

"Mr. Padfoot just hopes that it will help you manage your mischief."

"So . . . what now?" Lee asked.

"Well, didn't you catch the hints they we're dropping?" George asked, taking the map. "Just let me try something." He cleared his throat, pressing his wand tip to the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

As soon as the words left his lips, the blank parchment began to flood with colour until it had become an actual map of all of Hogwarts. It even had every single student listed, each with a dot and name, the dots pacing around the map, exactly where they were in real life. On the front, it read, Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers, are proud to present The Marauder's Map.

"Whoa! This is the coolest thing ever!" Stella gasped. "The Marauders are the best! I wonder who they were . . ."

"Yeah, I'd like to thank them!" Lee exclaimed, then suddenly gasped. "Look! Angelina's coming towards the common room!"

"We can't let anyone else know about this!" Fred gasped. "How do we make it go blank again?!"

"Uh, Padfoot said something about managing our mischief?" George suggested. "Maybe it only goes off once we've finished whatever prank we planned?"

"But we weren't doing any pranks!"

Stella yanked the map from them, placing her wand on it, and said, "Mischief Managed!"

It went blank just as Angelina entered the common room. She looked around. "Is anyone else here?"

"No, sorry," Lee called. She shrugged, going up to her dormitory. They all breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the map.

"This thing is perfect," Fred sighed, with a large smile on his face.