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Chapter 1 : Discovery
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Disclaimer: I own none of this. All the characters and ideas are J.K.'s
Our story begins in first year. Our first year and we had just exited Filch’s office with an extra bit of parchment, a weeks worth of detentions but minus a dungbomb. Although in the end we both decided it was worth it. This is the tale of how Fred and I figured out how to use the Marauder’s Map.
‘G-man, why would I grab something that isn’t worth it? What would be the point of that? Here you go.’ He pulled out of his pocket a folded bit of parchment. I grabbed it off him and started to unfold it.
Fred grabbed it back off of me and his face fell when he too realised there was nothing on it.
‘But…’ he muttered. I glared at him.
‘Now we have and extra weeks worth of detentions for nothing. Do you realise what mum would say?’
Fred ignored my anger. I wasn’t really angry at the detentions. After all, some of them had turned out to be quite fun. I was just angry at Fred’s lack of ability to grab something interesting. ‘But why was it in that draw if it’s just a blank bit of parchment? I mean he must have a reason to put it in there. I think it’s research time.’
‘Spells for this thing to revel its secrets. Library or Charlie?’
The library and our older brother Charlie were our two founts of knowledge. Although so far we had never set foot in the library but we would if it was desperately important.
‘Charlie,’ I said without hesitation.
‘Hey Charlie!’ Fred called as we approached. ‘Could you stop being so damn popular?’
Our second eldest brother turned.
‘You better not talk like that around mum. She’d have a fit and then after murdering you, come and berate me for allowing you to speak like that here.’
‘Oh come off it. You’re sounding like Percy. Anyway we need to pick your brains.’
‘Why not Percy’s?’
‘Do you honestly think we would ask him anything over you? He’s a prick,’ I said.
‘Good point. What do you want?’
‘Well,’ I started trying to make it sound like we were just curious and not up to something, ‘if we had a bit of blank parchment, and hypothetically thought there was something on it that the naked eye couldn’t see, how would you go about finding out what was written on it?’
He grinned. ‘Hypothetically? What are you two up too? Not planning on getting another detention, are you?’
‘Of course not!’ Fred said outraged. ‘We never plan on getting detention it just happens. Oh but you have to promise us that you’ll help Percy not notice that we aren’t here for at least 6 out of the next 7 evenings okay?’
Our brother chuckled. ‘A weeks worth of detentions again? I don’t think Bill got as many as you in all his time here.’
‘But back to the hypothetical, Charlie,’ Fred reprimanded him.
Jimmy threw something at Charlie, which he handed to his brothers.
‘Just rub this on the area you think has something written on it. If that doesn’t work, there are a couple of spells like Specialis Revelio. And probably a potion although it’s most likely too advanced for 1st years. Now is that it? I want to finish this essay before I go to bed.’
‘Whatever Percy.’ Fred teased before we sprinted up to our dorm room.
Luckily our dorm room was empty. We sat down on my bed and Fred pulled out the old bit of parchment again.
‘Shall we give this a go?’
‘What’s it going to do to? Bite us?’
I started to rub the little red eraser on the piece of parchment and to our amazement words started to appear in emerald green ink.
Mr Padfoot agrees with Mr Moony and asks you only to continue if you are in Gryffindor. LIONS FOR THE CUP!
Mr Prongs thinks Mr Padfoot is being a bit discriminatory and thinks Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs could also continue but only Gryffindors would use this for the correct purpose.
Mr Wormtail thinks we should have made it bite.
Each of the comments was written in different handwriting. The twins stared at the parchment for a second before saying, ‘Brilliant! Do you think it just talks to people?’
Fred scrambled off the bed to look for a quill and inkpot. He returned within seconds and began to write but as soon as the nib touched the parchment more writing appeared where the old stuff had been.
Mr Prongs is very insulted that you would try to deface such an important artefact. Put that quill down now!
Mr Padfoot believes that you are idiots and should not be allowed to progress any further.
The twins once again stared at it.
‘This is great! It’s like it has a secret and we need to figure it out.’
‘I mean what does this Wormtail guy mean by it. Surely he means something more than the paper.’
‘Can you see any ears?’
Don’t be rude Padfoot. Maybe they’re first years…or maybe just slow.
Now look who’s being mean. But there is no way first years could figure this out. We’re too clever.
Technically he wrote it…
Because if they have gotten this far they obviously are curiously about this object. I mean they picked up a blank bit of parchment for Merlin’s sake. Anyway how do you think they got it?
‘You know, I think these guys should have made this thing have ears. Then we could just tell them we stole it from Filch.’
Why would we give it away Moony? We spent ages on it. I’m certainly not going to agree to that.
Yeah. I agree with Padfoot, Moony. We’re never going to give away this. It’s too precious.
Well, I was thinking about your children. Surely you would give little Prognslets the keys to the castle. But no. We would also tell our children how to work it so I don’t think we gave it away which leaves us with stealing.
GIVE IT BACK YOU EVIL THEIF!! HANDS OFF THE MAP
The twins tried to decipher the last word of the sentence as it had been crossed out but it had been so thoroughly done so that they couldn’t. And there wasn’t much time as more writing appeared.
PADFOOT! Now we should just tell them how to access it. If they stole it I bet they would swear that they are up to no good.
Fred looked towards me with the glint in his eye. The same glint that I felt like was in mine. We lifted our wands together and said, ‘I swear that I are up to no good.’
But nothing happened except for one more word appearing.
‘Maybe, I swear solemnly that I am up to no good?’
Still nothing happened.
‘What about, solemnly I swear that I am up to no good?’
The piece of parchment stayed as it was.
‘What about, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good?’
Then more writing appeared.
Took your time…
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
‘Wow,’ I breathed. I looked at my twin and saw the same look of surprise.
Neither of us could answer that one.
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