Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER FIVE -

The Marauder's Map

Two weeks before the end of term, the sky lightened suddenly to a dazzling, opaline white and the muddy grounds were revealed one morning covered in glittering frost. Inside the castle, there was a buzz of Christmas in the air. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, had already decorated his classroom with shimmering lights that turned out to be real, fluttering fairies. The students were all happily discussing their plans for the holidays. Emmie, Fred and George were all going home for Christmas but they promised to write to each other, Emmie doubted the twins would keep that promise though.

To everyone's delight, there was another Hogsmeade trip on the very last weekend of term.
"We have to go do something, we'll catch up with you," Fred told Emmie as they were about to leave,
"What is it?" She asked them,
"we're gonna give Harry this," George replied pulling something from inside his cloak with a flourish. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it. Emmie stared at them in confusion,
"when we were in our first year - young, carefree and innocent-"
Emmie snorted, "-well, more innocent than we are now - we got into a spot of bother with Filch. Well anyway we were in his office and we found this."
George took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly and said,
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that his wand had touched. They joined each other, they criss-crossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing was the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labelled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Emmie bent over it. A labelled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing in his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs Norris, was prowling the second floor, and Peeves the poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room.
"Woah, this is incredible," Emmie said, "it's the secret to out success," George spoke,
"and now we're giving it to Harry," said Fred.
"Brilliant!"
George tapped the map and said "mischief managed!" And it became a blank piece of parchment once again.

Once the twins had come back from finding Harry, they joined Emmie and they all entered Hogsmeade. Emmie did all her Christmas shopping, she got a load of different Honeydukes sweets for her sister Mel, a beautiful emerald hat from Gladrags Wizardwear for her Mother and for her Father she took photos of the whole village including the Shrieking Shack and the post office which was full of thousands of owls. Her Father was a Muggle and forever interested in anything to do with the wizarding world especially the moving pictures.

Emmie got back to Hogwarts, the twins had run back just before her and told her to come to the Gryffindor common room instead of dinner. As she approached it she could smell something foul but familiar. She entered the crowded room and, as she suspected, Fred and George had set off half-a-dozen Dumgbombs in a fit of end-of-term high spirits.

*

Emmie woke up early the next morning to a lot of noise. She looked around and realised she was still in the Gryffindor common room and people were rushing around. She sat up and looked over to Fred who was trying to squeeze a massive packet of Stink Pellets into his already full bag.
"What's going on?" She asked him, "we're going home today," he replied, "you better be packed."
"Shit! You've could have woken me up!" Emmie shouted and Fred just shrugged. She got up, ran out of the room and down to the Hufflepuff dormitories.

*

The Hogwarts Express arrived at Kings Cross station.
"Fred, George," Emmie heard a woman call, she looked over to the woman who was obviously their Mother, the ginger hair and kind face said it all.
"I think you're mum is calling you," she nudged the twins,
"see you after Christmas," George spoke, "yeah, see you," Emmie replied about to walk away,
"hold on, where's my hug?" Fred asked with his arms wide open, she rolled her eyes before hugging him,
"and mine," George added making her laugh. She hugged George before walking towards her parents who she had just noticed in the distance.

- Princexiero xx