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-Chapter✦Seventeen-

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After another incident involving Black managing his way, yet again, into the Gryffindor common room and standing over Weasley's bed with a knife, Romulus hadn't been able to sleep.

Honestly, the only real reason they had stayed in Hogwarts now was because of his and Imara's impending OWLS, leaving now would set them behind. And if their parents cared about anything, it was their education.

If it had happened before Christmas break, this might have been a completely different story.

As of now, Romulus would usually join Imara in patrolling the halls, but they decided to split up to cover more ground. Which would usually take less time—But even then it still took multiple prefects to manage the castle during the night.

However in that instance, the aggravation of the portraits had caught his attention outright, especially the voices around the corner.

"Potter! What're you doing wandering the corridors at night?" To see the back of Potter's head and Professor Snape's glare, Romulus had held back but still held his lit wand.

"I was...I was...Sleepwalking..." The eldest Lestrange had rolled his eyes, which certainly was caught by Snape himself. How was it that Cara fancied this lad—He was fulfilling the title 'dunderhead' completely.

"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle—"

"My dad didn't strut. Nor do I. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could your wand." Snape's eyed Harry, cold as ever. But he had managed to contain himself and follow the request.

"Turn out your pockets...I said, turn out your pockets!" Harry obliges the second time and the sharing of the blank map had caused Romulus to suck in a breath and move forward.

It would be detrimental if Harry lost the map, especially to someone like Snape.

"And this...What might it be?" Professor spat, motioning for Romulus to come over and take a gander at it. And he pretended to be just as confused if not more at the sight of nothing.

"Spare bit of parchment...Really?" He deemed, all before pointing his wand down to the thing.

"Reveal your secrets!" To both Harry and Romulus' horror, words actually began to appear. And in a sense of triumph, Snape had ordered Harry to read it—All with a very sinister grin forming on his lips.

"'Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs offer their compliments to—Professor Snape and..." The panic was clear, Romulus knew quite well that the map was enchanted to embody the marauders and their personalities.

"Go on..."
"'...And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.'" Perhaps it was spiteful for Harry to say it with such pleasure, and Romulus couldn't do much when it was asked for.

Yet thankfully, a voice of reason had caught the three's attention—And it was Professor Lupin coming in from the shadows.

"Well, well...Lupin. Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?" Romulus rose his eyes at the taunt, it was rather cruel. Especially when Snape had informed him it was sensitive information not to be disclosed.

"Harry? You all right?"

"That remains to be seen. I've just now confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr.Potter. Take a look, Lupin. This is supposed to be your area of expertise—" Lupin had taken the parchment in question, which still displays the unflattering comment from the marauders. "—Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic." It was from the furthest thing considering Romulus knew it was his mum's magic coursing through the parchment now.