Albus Potter and the last Horcrux.

The Ghosts

Time flew by and before the 4 knew it, the summer holidays were only a few weeks away. Scorpius had received 11 howlers all with the words shame, dishonour, bad ect.

In the middle of Herbology with Professor Longbottom , McGonagall walked in prestigiously. She glanced around with her cat-like eyes and finally she spoke.
"Sorry,Neville, could I just borrow Potter, Malfoy, McDavis and Wothington please."
" Certainly" replied Longbottom, tickling his mandrake.
"We're in for it now, lads" whispered Albus as they wandered to the door.

Minerva moved swiftly around the maze-like structure, twisting and turing at what seemed like random points until finally they arrived at a gargoyle.
"Gyrffindor for the win." she stated, almost emotionless.
The gargoyle gracefully swirled up and up revealing a marvellous stone staircase.
"Sorry boys but one has to have a favourite" said McGonagall, breaking the gargoyle's glory silence.

They followed the woman up the stairs and soon a grand timber door stood before them. Minevra eagerly pushed open the door which open into the headma-mistress' office. Red and orange flags waved with no wind, the ceiling full of stars and a-litter tray?
"Oops"mumbled McGonagall as she pushed the tray aside. "So boys, no you are not in trouble-"
Carlos let out a huge sigh of relief.
"But I would like to show you something."she carried on, rummaging through a pile of glass philes and gave a small victory look when she pulled out one named 'Mauderers' and she tipped it into tub-like bowl. "This is the pensieve, basically it shows memories. This one is of Albus Dumbledore's."
The boys marvelled at the dish as the swirling memory came real and McGonagall pushed their heads in.

A brief feeling if shock and panic filled their lungs and then was released.

Scorpius reached out to touch the clearing image of 4 boys, his hand went right through.
"Arghhh" he squealed
"They aren't real, just memories." came the voice of McGonagall."like ghosts in a way."
The 4 memory boys seemed to be friends. Laughing together. Smiling. The tallest had scruffy, jet black hair which randomly flew in all directions. The slimmest had straight blonde hair, his face the long shape of a wolf. The average sized one's hair flicked majesticly and his smile had a little doubt. The shortest and fattest winced as he smiled, constantly worried flickers appeared in his eyes.
"The Mauderers" came the distant voice of McGonagall" James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Otherwise known as Prongs, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail."

"The makers of the Mauderers Map?" Asked Louis
"Of course"was the reply

The "ghost" boys were in a tree, a massive hollow tree. The moon was as bright as the sun and its full shape left a creepy sense choking the dark sky. Suddenly Remus/Moony's face morphed and grew hair, his eyes glowed and his clothes were ripped. Seconds later the others morphed too, easily and at will. Sirius was a dog. Peter a rat and James a stag.
"It's called an animagus, to change at will. Yet poor Remus was not. He was a werewolf, bitten young." she sighed

"Why did you show us this, Professor?" Asked Albus
"My dear boy, I shall explain." McGonagall replied as the image blurred and they were back in her office.