"James! James!" Harry said, raising his hand up in a gesture of authority. "Slow down son," he ordered. He motioned for James to sit down on the chair opposite him and Ginny. James took the seat and ran his callused hands through his messy hair.
"You said in your letter that they said something about not being safe," Luna Lovegood said calmly. She was always the one able to calm an entire room and think wisely, which was why she was such a beloved friend and mother. "What was that exactly?" Everyone listened carefully. They were over at the Potters' house celebrating a very happy Christmas. Now, with all the children sleeping in the cramped bedrooms, the adults and older children were listening to James talk about Raeverri and her odd behaviour. On one couch, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione sat. Luna and her husband, Rolf, sat to the right of James. Molly, Charlie, Angelina, Fred the 2nd, and George sat on another couch against the right wall. Bill, Fleur, Louis, Dominique, Victoire, and Teddy stood next to the couch, holding hands tightly. Percy, Audrey, and Molly sat on a table, their legs dangling over the side. Every Christmas, the large group gathered at the Potter's house for Christmas holidays, exchanging gifts and stories. It was always cramped as the house wasn't very big. The salary of an Auror and a Quidditch player didn't amount to much more than five small, cramped bedrooms and lots of mismatched couches, chairs, and clutter. But somehow, the large crowd managed to be silent as they waited for James to answer.
"She said, 'The Potter are not safe anymore,'" James told them. There was an uproar, people shouting out questions and some people just babbling in fear.
"Be quiet or you'll wake the children," Hermione shushed everyone. They quieted down, respecting Hermione's authority. "Now James, your room was also broken into the night of the attack?" she questioned. James nodded. "Was anything taken?" she asked. James fidgeted nervously, looking at the floor. "James?" she persisted.
"The Maurader's Map," he mumbled.
"What?"
"The Maurader's Map," he said more clearly.
Harry cursed and jumped up. "Bloody hell!" he shouted. Everyone had gone mad, fear making them shout and curse like idiots. "If the wrong person got their hands on that, than we could very well be in danger! How could you be so careless?!" Harry shouted at James.
"I know, I know!" James shouted back, trying to be heard over the rest of the family. "I'm sorry Dad!" Everyone was quiet now, listening to the argument awkwardly. Ginny placed a calming hand on Harry's shoulder, and he sat back down with a sigh.
"I know you are James," Harry said. "I'm sorry." James nodded, accepting his father's apology. "But we need to find out who has that map."
"Raeverri can't have it," James explained. "They searched her and her room after the attack, looking for clues as to who did it. They didn't find any map."
"Well then who has it?" Ron asked, rolling his wrist. It cracked with each turn, reminding him of the accident he had on the job a few years before.
"She said something about the Minister. Said that he came. But she was delirious! I mean, the Minister wouldn't have taken the map, would he?" James asked nervously.
The adults looked at each other uncertainly. Hermione, Ron, and Harry, the Golden Trio, shared a knowing glance. They had survived so much together and figured out so many mysteries, they knew when the facts were pointing to an obvious solution. But, the only question was, why?