"Paperwork?" Teddy exclaimed as Harry handed him a large file. "I'm supposed to be training to be an Aurror, not a secretary!"

"Look, until you get your N.E.W.T. scores back, you can't be out on the field," Harry said. "Kingsley's rules, not mine."

"I'd bet he'd bend them for you…"

"Just do it," Harry sighed as Ron walked into the room.

"Shoving all the paperwork off on him?" Ron asked. "Excellent. Here, Teddy, do mine too." He tossed a folder over to the boy.

"I better have passed my exams," Teddy mumbled, his hair changing to a bright yellow.

"Hogsmeade is pretty much put back together," Ron told Harry. "I was just down there…Kingsley just released the Dementors."

"Yes, he's sent me an owl," Harry nodded. "They're at the entrance to the school and around Diagon Alley…Kingsley even wants to see if we can place them at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang as well."

"Rough times," Ron sighed. "Sort of makes you think back to our third year, doesn't it?"

"Unfortunately," Harry agreed. "Speaking of which, I wanted to check the map, you know, make sure we've got every entrance covered."

"Haven't seen that thing in years," Ron grinned. "Where is it, anyway?"

"In my desk at home," he replied. "Come on, let's just go grab it real quick. Teddy, you stay here and don't leave."

"Of course not," Teddy said, rolling his eyes.

Harry and Ron took the Floo back to Harry's place.

"What are you two doing here so early?" Ginny asked from the kitchen.

"Just need to grab something from my desk," Harry said, giving his wife a quick kiss.

"What are you cooking?" Ron asked. "Smells good."

"I just put a roast in for dinner."

"Excellent, I'm starving. When will it be ready? Another two, three hours?"

"Excuse me, I don't recall inviting you to dinner."

"I'm family, I don't need an invitation!"

"You do when you're a git like yourself."

"Harry! Do you hear her?" Ron said, turning to his best friend.

"I'm not getting into this," Harry said, leaving the two siblings to their argument. He headed into his office and pulled open his desk drawer. He searched through the cluttered mess, but was unable to locate the map. Frowning, he looked all over his desk, and even underneath it was well.

Harry sighed. There was only one explanation for this.

"Hey, Gin?" he asked, walking back out to the kitchen, where Ron was now eating a bowl of leftover pudding. "Where's James?"

"All of the kids are at George's house, Fleur invited them over; why?"

"I think he took the Marauder's Map."

"Bloody hell," Ron said. "You sure?"

"Where else could it have gone?"

"How would he even know how to work it?" Ginny asked.

"I reckon he would've figured it out eventually," Harry said. "He knows I would keep a blank sheet of parchment in my desk like that if it wasn't important."

"Do you think he's been sneaking out of school? Into Hogsmeade?"

"Probably."

"Harry, you have to talk to him. We can't have him running off there when school starts; not after what just happened."

"I know that," Harry agreed. "I'll talk to him as soon as he gets home. Come on, Ron, we'd better get back to the Ministry."

"So that's still a no on dinner then?" Ron asked Ginny.

"Oh, come if you have to," Ginny sighed in defeat. "Bring Hermione and the kids, too. Might as well get rid of much of this roast as I can; it barely fit in the oven."

Ron and Harry disappereated back to the Ministry this time.

"There you are," Hermione said as they returned to their office. "Where'd you two go off to?"

"Went home to try to find the Marauder's Map," Harry explained. "Only it turns out my son nicked it from me."

"James?"

"I'd bet money on it."

"Are you going to let him keep it?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "I suppose so; I was going to give it to him eventually, and honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't found it sooner. I just don't want him sneaking out of the school while Claridina is on the loose."

"No," Hermione agreed. "Definitely not. Speaking of which, Harry, they're waiting for you in the lobby to teach those Hit Wizards the proper way to conjure a Patronus."

"Right, I'm on my way down," Harry nodded. "See you two later then; Ron, make sure Teddy doesn't drive himself mad in the office, will you?"

"Knowing Teddy," Ron said. "He already has."

…

"What kind of wand do you think will pick me?" Albus asked Harry later on that evening, after Ron and Hermione and their children had left from dinner. "I sort of have a feeling I'd get something with dragon heartstring…I don't know why."

"Or maybe," James said, sitting down next to his brother. "You'll get to Ollivander's only to realize that no wand works for you because you're really a squib, and Hogwarts just made a mistake when they sent you your letter."

"That won't happen, will it dad?" Albus asked anxiously, turning to his father.

"No, Al, it won't," Harry sighed. "And James, you've been giving your brother a hard time all week; enough. As a matter of fact, why don't you head up to your room?"

"Sorry, Albus," James said quickly.

"Come on, go up," Harry told his eldest son. "I'll be up in a minute."

James, mumbling protests under his breath, stomped up the stairs.

"Don't worry about your wand, Al," Harry said. "Mr. Ollivander may be a bit…odd, but his wands are the best ones around; he'll have one for you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Harry nodded, getting up. "Now go outside and keep an eye on your sister while she's flying."

Albus ran out to the yard as Harry headed up to James's room.

"I was just fooling around with him, dad," James said when Harry entered. "I didn't know he'd be so sensitive about it."

"I'm not up here about that," Harry said, sitting down at the end of James's bed.

"Oh," James said, looking surprised. "Then why are you here?"

"Well, today I was looking for a certain something in my desk drawer," Harry said. "But I couldn't find it."

Harry watched as James's face turned red. "Um, maybe you misplaced it?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well then maybe it-"

"James, just show me the map," Harry said.

"Map? I don't know what- Oh, alright."

He opened up his trunk and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. "Am I in trouble?"

"Just tell me, how many times did you used it last year?"

"Only twice; I swear. Me, Fred and Louis just wanted to go to Honeydukes."

"Alright," Harry said. "James, I'm going to let you keep this. Your grandfather made it and-"

"He did? Why hasn't he ever told us-"

"Not grandpa Weasley," Harry smiled. "My father."

"No way," James breathed.

"Yup. He was Prongs," Harry nodded. "Him and his friends made it while they were at school."

"You mean Teddy's dad and Sirius Black?"

"Remus was Moony and Sirius was Padfoot."

"But then…who was Wormtail?"

Harry let out a deep breath. "Do you remember when I told you that the reason my parents were killed when I was a baby was because a close friend of there's betrayed them?"

"Yeah, but you said that was Peter Pettigrew."

"Wormtail was his nickname," Harry explained.

James was silent.

"Anyway," Harry said, getting up. "Like I said, I'm going to let you keep this, but only on two conditions."

"What are they?"

"First," Harry said. "As far as your mother knows, I took this map from you and gave you a stern talking to about taking it."

"Got it," James grinned.

"Second," Harry said in a more serious tone. "Until Claridina is caught, James, I want you to give me your word that you won't use this map to sneak out of Hogwarts. You know what happened at Hogsmeade last week, and that there are Dementors everywhere."

"I promise, Dad," James nodded. "Thanks."