Nothing belongs to me.
LXXIV: Illusion
This could not be happening. It was lying: for the first time ever, the Marauder's Map was lying. It must have been. There was just no way!
Harry held his lighted wand closer the aged parchment, reading and rereading the names labeling the dots he stared ferociously at.
It was - this couldn't be right. It must've been an illusion, a trick of the wand light.
Harry blinked. He was probably tired (Yeah, that was it!) and he wasn't seeing things properly. He hastily pulled off his glasses, placing them onto the bedside table, next to the map.
He hadn't bothered to wipe it. It probably wouldn't be too long before he checked it again.
Harry dozed off, his soft snores filling his side of the tent.
Next to him, in the darkness, hundreds of dots moved across the parchment mirroring the actions of their owners.
There was only one dot, however, that interested Harry Potter that night, and that dot belonged to one Ginny Weasley.
Her dot now resided in an unused classroom, joined by a second dot. It wouldn't seem that way initially: they were positioned so close together, the dots appeared as one.
No, Harry didn't believe it either, at first, but there was no mistaking the miniscule words identifying Draco Malfoy.