Chapter 5 : The Marauder’s Map
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“It’s blank!!” Cried Lee. “What is serious about that?”
“I haven’t a clue. Maybe it needs a secret code or something like that.” Said George
They took their wands out “Abbra Cadabbra.” Said George
“You’re such a git George.” Fred said. “Jokes.”
They went through everything they could think of.
“Nothing’s happening! Oh, this is rubbish.” Fred giving up.
Charlie and Percy walked into the room. “What are you boys doing?”
Fred put the parchment behind his back. “Nothing.”
“Mmm-hmmm” Said Percy
“Honestly!!” Said Lee. “We’re not up to anything.”
“You swear? George?” Charlie asked suspiciously.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!” Said George angelically, batting his eyes at his big brother.
Charlie rolled his eyes and Percy shook his head. “Keep your noses clean today will ya?” They walked away.
“Why did you hide it, not like anything is on it.” Lee said.
“There WASN’T anything on it. LOOK!!!” George said excitedly
Fred laid the parchment flat on the table.
“How did that happen?” Fred asked
“George said ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good’, that must be the password.” Lee said.
“What is it? What are all those dots moving?”
“It has writing next to it. Whoa!! Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Lee Jordan. Gryffindor Common Room.” Exclaimed George. “This must tell us where we’re at. Kind of a map of Hogwarts.”
“Not only that, look.” Lee pointed. “Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Penelope Clearwater. Hey, Penelope and Percy’s names are moving!!!”
They watched the two dots move to a wall and disappear into what looked like a corridor. “I’ve never seen a door there, must be a secret passage.” George said.
The two dots continued to move down and into a small room. “Room of Enchantment? Where’s that!! Argh!!! Yuck!!! The two dots are stuck together!! What the……………” All three stared in shock at what they had just witnessed.
“ ‘I've been trying to get Penelope Clearwater to notice me for ages now’ MY ARSE!!” Cried Fred
Lee laughing. “She must have found the stud in him alright!!”
“I can’t look at this anymore! My eyes are going to burn.” Fred walking away.
“Hey, this also shows all the teachers, secret passages and Hagrid’s hut!! Look, Hagrid and………Fang? Who or what is Fang?” Two dots were running around Hagrid’s hut. “Hagrid’s chasing Fang.” Lee said.
“Who’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs? The Marauder’s Map?” Questioned George. “Boys, I think we just stumbled onto something more valuable the any amount of wizard gold.”
“Yeah, but how do we keep it secret and safe?” Fred asked.
“I don’t know.”
All of a sudden words were being written on the map. “Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, welcome you to the wonderful world of mischief making and congratulate you on figuring out our little secret.” It continued to write. “We pass on our mischief knowledge to those only worthy enough to receive such a wonderful and valuable gift.”
“Whoa!!!” All the exclaimed.
It continued. “We give you the location of enemies, the secret passages to find your way out of situations and where you may want to find some “alone time” with your special mate. When you are finished with your mischief making and don’t want this one of a kind secret reveled, tap your wand and say ‘Mischief managed.’ We hope you enjoy this map as much as me and my esteemed colleagues.”
“Oh why thank you Moony.” Another set of writing showing.
“Oh no Wormtail, thank you.” The one called Moony wrote.
“You’re the greatest Moony.” Wrote another.
“Oh but you are great too Padfoot.” Moony replied.
“Hey, what about me!!” Wrote yet ANOTHER.
“Of course Prongs, you too are the greatest.” Padfoot put in.
“This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever, ever encountered.” Lee said, hypnotized by the map.
“This is going to be fun.” George added.
“Real good fun.”
They all repeated at once. “Mischief managed.”
They all sat back, staring at the fire. Not one of them could conjure up the words to speak what was going through their brains.
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