Y/n= Your name
Y/l/n= Your last name
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Y/n's POV:
"Ugh!" I groaned. I've been rolling on my bed for over thirty minutes. Fred and George are brainstorming for their prank for Filch. I feel bad for the old man sometimes. He's never not their target.
"Alright, Y/n. Spill." George said putting down the quill. They're on the floor.
"You've been rolling on and about for thirty minutes. We can't focus." Fred added.
I sat up and sighed. "Say your godfather was believe to be the reason why your parents were killed. Will you believe it?" I asked quickly.
"What?" they asked in unison. I groaned and rolled over my bed again.
After three turns I sat up gasping, "Harry." I muttered and quickly grabbed my jumper.
"Where are you going?"
"It's curfew!"
I ignored them. "Colloportus." I casted on the door before leaving. They should be locked there for a while. Enough time for me to look for Harry.
One thing I had the ability off is knowing when someone goes out of their dormitory past curfew and who that someone is. I usually don't bother, because it's always either the twins or the twins, no one else.
I walked through the corridor. I've learned quite the directions around the castle. Dumbledore given me this charm to remember some of the founders' memory of the castle and I learned from the Marauder's Map by heart. I wouldn't have blackmailed the twins to give the map to Harry if I still needed it.
"Put that light out." I heard from the corner while a small flash of light shined.
"Sorry." someone replied. Harry.
I turned quick. "Blimey Y/n." he whispered. I saw him holding the map. Should I start regretting what I've done?
"Why are you out of bed?" I whispered back scolding him.
"You're out too." I rolled my eyes at him. If you only knew!
"Seems like you're getting the hand of it." I said looking at the map.
"Yeah." he said smiling. I went to his side to see what he's looking at.
"Isn't that? Isn't he dead?" I asked. Peter Pettigrew's name was approaching us. Harry went in front of me. Such a sweet kid.
Harry moved his wand to see if anyone is approaching.
"No one's there, Harry." I whispered.
The name came closer and closer to us. I prepared my wand. Harry turned around following the name, he yelped that startled me too. He just saw his reflection on the mirror. Harry waved the wand around, searching for someone.
"Watch it there boy."
"We're trying to sleep here."
"Yes, we are."
"I'm sorry." I said to the people in the paintings. I turned to Harry. "Harry, we should go. No one's around here. Let's not bother people sleeping."
I saw Professor Snape approaching from the corner. I placed my wand on the parchment, "Mischief managed." Harry turned to me confused, "Snape." I exclaimed.
"Nox." he quickly muttered before turning the light off. When we turned around Professor Snape turned his light on directly at us.
"Potter, Y/l/n." He said with disgust. "What are you two doing wandering the corridors at night?"
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