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A/n: I should have said something before but I want to thank Hp-Lexicon for having such an awesome site; it's very helpful. Check it out if you haven't yet or if you need any info. Also, I started college this fall and left all my Potter books at home; so I can't go and look up events in the books, I'm doing it all for memory.

Chapter 7: The Marauder's Map

Elizabeth bundled up in a warm hoodie before she left her house for the Hogwarts grounds. She cut through the Shrieking Shack, knowing that it wasn't haunted, to get to the quickly filling Quidditch stadium. Remus was waiting for her just outside the stadium, looking a little worn.

"How are you?" She asked as they climbed the stairs to the faculty box.

He shrugged, "A little tired. The wolfsbane helps a lot." Elizabeth nodded as she settled in between Remus and the astronomy professor.

"So, who's playing?" Elizabeth asked looking out at the stands excitedly.

"Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor." Elizabeth jerked her back to him, "I thought you'd want to be here." Elizabeth's excitement was replaced with guilt for a moment until the announcer began calling out the players' names.

It was a good game but Elizabeth watched Harry most of the time as he flew around looking for the snitch. His father was a natural at flying and Quidditch and from the stories Remus was telling her about Harry, he's the same way. James was gifted on the pitch, could have a career out of it but he was more interested in becoming an auror; he flew like a duck took to water, one of the best chasers Gryffindor has ever and a bloody brilliant captain; he had his players constantly switching positions during the game and he was just as amazing as at scoring with a quaffle as he was seeking out a snitch. She knew that Harry was doing his father proud.

Suddenly Harry took off, zooming across the pitch in a matter of seconds. Red and Yellow clashed as they chased the snitch around the pitch, with all eyes on them and their houses cheering them on. They began to climb, flying into the rain with all eyes on them an end everyone holding their breath until a piercing scream drove everyone's attention away. Elizabeth looked down as a sea of dementors filled the pitch and flew above. She looked back to Harry and the other chaser.

"Harry." She gasped when she saw him slip from his broom and began falling to the ground. He was falling faster and the Dementors were growing more active from the panicking crowd. Dumbledore appeared in the middle of the field, casting away the dementors and stopped Harry from crashing into the ground. Elizabeth ran down the stairs with Remus hot on her heels. She got to the field as Dumbledore magicked Harry onto a stretcher and floated him to the Hospital wing.

"Is he alright?" She asked he floated by her on her way to Dumbledore.

"He should be fine; I've sent him to the hospital wing." She could see the anger in Dumbledore's eyes even though his voice was cool and calm.

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Harry blinked his eyes open, blinded by the bright white light; he knew exactly where he was but he wasn't alone, Hermione, Ron, Professor Lupin and even Elizabeth was in the room with him. Hermione, Ron and Professor Lupin were standing around his bed while Elizabeth leaned against the back wall with her hands stuffed in her pockets.

"Did we win?" Harry finally asked looking to everyone for answers. He saw Elizabeth shacking her head with a large smile on her face; it made her look healthier and younger, the smile did. He always thought she seemed a little depressed and ghastly thin but who was he to talk.

Hermione rolled her eyes but Ron answered, "Sorry mate. Diggory got the snitch. He feels real bad, wants a rematch but no one will have it." Harry looked downtrodden.

"And Harry, well…" Hermione started off gravely. Harry turned to her but she bit her lip. Instead Ron just dumped a bag full of wood chips on Harry's bed.

"What's this?" Harry asked.

"Well, you know the Whomping Willow. It…it doesn't like being hit." Ron added but Harry looked even more confused.

"People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy called Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance." Remus told Harry, adding a comforting hand to his shoulder when Harry realized what the woodchips were. Elizabeth snorted and Harry looked up at her. She had one hand over her mouth and one held out at towards him.

"I'm sorry. I…it's just I remember that dumbass Davey." She laughed.

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The students were piling out of the castle for another Hogsmeade trip. Harry stood at the door watching his friends trample through the snow, bundled in their warmest clothes. Once most of the students were gone, Harry ducked behind a suit of armor and pulled out his invisibility cloak from his pocket and throwing it over himself. He walked as silently as he could over the dead crunching leaves. He had made it half way across the courtyard when the carefree Weasley twins grabbed him by his arms, dragging him back inside the castle.

"Hiya Harry." They said pulling off his cloak when they ducked under the stairs and out of anyone's hearing range.

"Where you off to?" Fred asked him.

"I was trying to get into Hogsmeade." Harry said duly and the twins shared a large smile.

"We would like to give an early Christmas gift." George said.

"Our most valuable aid in mischief making." Fred added pulling an old piece of parchment out of his pocket and holding out to Harry.

"It's blank." Harry said, examining it. The twins laughed. Fred held his wand to the piece of parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." Fred mumbled. Before Harry's eyes black ink began to swirl around the parchment.

"Messers Moony, Wormtail, Prongs and Padfoot would like to present the Marauder's Map." Harry read as it appeared on the parchment before swirling away and turning into a detailed map of Hogwarts and the grounds, "Wow." Harry muttered as he watched the different dots travel around the castle.

"This is what you want." George pointed to a spot on the map, "It takes you to the cellar in Honeydukes." Harry looked up at him.

"And we're almost positive Filch doesn't know about it." Fred added.

"Almost?" Harry asked.

"Well, he knows of these four but these two are blocked anyways." Fred continued.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asked awe struck.

"Nicked it from Filch's office."

"Don't think he knew how to use it."

"Well, have a nice day Harry." They said in unison as they bowed out.

Harry made sure that the coast was clear before he opened the passage behind the statue of the humpbacked witch. After checking that the coast was clear in Honeydukes' cellar, he pulled on his invisibility cloak and hurried up the stairs into the shop. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned and along yet another wall were "Special Effects" -- sweets: Droobles Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps ("breathe fire for your friends!"), Ice Mice ("hear your teeth chatter and squeak!"), peppermint creams shaped like toads ("hop realistically in the stomach!"), fragile sugar-spun quills, and exploding bonbons. (A/n: I got the description directly from Hp-Lexicon.)

"How about these?" said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermione's nose. Hermione scrunched her nose. Ron turned his attention to a tray of blood-flavoured lollipops. Harry sneaked up behind them.

"Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect," Hermione was saying.

"You're right but I would want some chocolate." Harry said behind her, making her jump.

"Harry, mate is that you?" Ron asked. Harry peeled back the cloak for them.

"You can get into a lot of trouble." Hermione warned.

"Aww, lay off Hermione." Ron said, "Let's go get some butterbeers."

Harry followed them out of Honeydukes into the Three Broomsticks. Hermione and Harry took a seat at one of the tables in the back that looked out over the whole pub. The bell over the door jingled as Ron brought them their butterbeers; Hermione gasped. Ron and Harry followed her gaze to the door, where Hagrid and Elizabeth had just walked in. Harry pulled one of the potted plants in front of him even though he was under the invisibility cloak. Hermione's foot began to shake nervously as the duo approached them.

" 'Ello all." Hagrid said stopping at their table, "Have y'all met Elizabeth?"

"Y-yeah." Hermione said forcing a smile.

"Yes." Ron said quickly, his voice cracking. Elizabeth smiled at them but eyed them suspiciously until her gaze rested on the third butterbeer and the seat that seemed to be partially covered by a plant; her smile broadens.

"We better get a table." Elizabeth told Hargrid, "Have fun." She told Hermione and Ron. The bell jingled again, this time McGonagall and Fudge walked in. Harry silently groaned as he slid off his chair onto the floor.

Rosemerta carried a tray of butterbeers to the table that McGonagall and Fudge had joined Hagrid and Elizabeth at and sat down herself.

"Fudge your dementors are scaring away all my customers." Rosemerta said as she sat down.

"Yes well that might be true but it's all for the best." Fudge said diplomatically.

"Do you really think he's headed this way?" She asked.

"He's already tried to get into Gryffindor tower, isn't that right professor?" He turned to McGonagall on his right.

"Yes."

"Oh." Rosemerta gasped.

"But he was no where to be found afterwards." Elizabeth added. Rosemerta looked at her quizzically; Elizabeth assumed it was because she probably knew all her customers.

"You remember Elizabeth Dolohov, graduated the same year as Sir…James Potter." Mcgonagal said recognizing Rosemerta's look.

"Of course." She smiled broadly.

"Good think he disappeared that Sirius Black, I woulda…" Hagrid growled squeezing his butterbeer hard enough that it shattered.

"Calm down, Hagrid." McGonagall said.

"Sorry Professor." He said wiping his hands. Harry bit his lip to prevent from laughing.
"Then it's true then." Rosemerta said quietly, "Sirius Black is after Harry Potter?" Harry grimaced.

"Yes." Fudge said confidently.

"Why?" Rosemerta asked appalled.

"Sirius Black was the Potter's secret keeper. He gave them away to you-know-who," Harry's heart stopped, "Then killed little Peter Pettigrew, you remember how he use to follow Black and Potter around everywhere." McGonagall said.

"He adored James and Sirius." Rosemerta added.

"And all those muggles…"

"He is obviously out to finish what he started." Fudge said, interrupting McGonagall.

"Do you know, I still have trouble believing it. Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought... I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead." Rosemerta said.

"But what's worse is Sirius Black is Harry Potter's godfather." Everyone gasped, except for Elizabeth. Harry could just see her from his position on the floor, her jaw was tight and her knuckles white from her grip on her butterbeer. Harry managed to scramble to his feet without making a commotion and escaped from the pub with Hermione and Ron hurrying after him.

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Elizabeth wished they wouldn't talk about his but Rosemerta kept pushing her stupid questions and McGonagall started on with the story.

"But what's worse is Sirius Black is…" Elizabeth wanted to scream no, to tell her to shut up but it was too late, "Harry Potter's godfather." They all gasped but she had already known that for years. Rosemerta's gaze fell on her.

"No, I'm not his godmother." Elizabeth said before Rosemerta even asked, "Sorry to rush but I have to…to leave. Excuse me, Hagrid."

A cold breeze made her shiver as she stepped out onto the snowy street. The students ran around her, eagerly talking about the Christmas gifts they had just bought. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around herself as she slowly made her way to her cottage; she caught a glimpse of Hermione and Ron disappearing onto the path that led to the Shrieking Shack, she assumed they were chasing after Harry, he had to have heard. But what angered him more, finding out that Sirius Black killed his parents or Sirius Black is after him or that Sirius Black is his godfather, his only form of family, she wondered.

A/n: Yay, longest chapter; pats on the back and reviews for it!