Malfoys older sister

Late night walks

~Black Lake~

Hagrid, wearing a gigantic, hairy brown suit and perhaps the world's ugliest yellow and orange tie, stands knee-deep in the shallows of the Black Lake, skimming rocks as big as flagstones across the water's shiny gloss. As he turns, the trio catches a brief sight of his eyes, red with tears, then he looks away. Hermione: "How'd it go, Hagrid?" Hagrid: "Buckbeak liked London." Hermione: "I meant the hearing." Hagrid: "Oh. That. Well, I got up an' said my bit -- You know, how Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff an' as long as yeh treated 'im with respect, he'd treat you the same. Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said his bit -- you know, how Buckbeak was a deadly dangerous beast that no teacher in their righ' mind would expose their students to..." Hermione: (dreading it) "And...?" Hagrid slings another rock into the water. Hermione: "You mustn't blame yourself, Hagrid." Ron: "Draco. It's him the Committee should punish. It's him they should send off to the forest, not Buckbeak." Hagrid: "Buckbeak's not going back to the forest..." Hermione: (dreading the answer) "Where's he going, Hagrid?" Hagrid: "He asked fer the worse, yeh see, Lucius Malfoy did. Bu' the Committee didn't granted it. Buckbeak's bin sentenced ter stay on the reserve for the rest of his life." Hermione: "Oh. That's not bad. At least he'll be with the hippogriphs."."

~Tower Dormitory- night~

Silent. A room of shadows. While those around him slumber, Harry lies awake, unable to sleep. Finally, he turns to his cupboard and takes the Marauder's Map. Harry: "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The crooked corridors and serpentine passageways of Hogwarts radiate across the parchment, then... a tiny dot catches Harry's eye. He frowns. It reads: "Peter Pettigrew." Harry moves down a dark corridor, map in hand, wand aglow. In the paintings he passes, the subjects snore softly.

~On the Map~

"Harry Potter" and "Peter Pettigrew" draw closer and closer.

~Back to the scene~

Harry squints toward the end of the corridor. Down at the map. Pettigrew moves quickly down the adjoining corridor. Twenty yards away. Ten. Only seconds away... Wand trembling in his hand, Harry glances from the map to the dark corridor ahead, again and again. Then... as the two DOTS are about to collide... he looks slowly up... turns the corner... heart in his chest... and meets... himself... reflected in a mirror. He blinks, startled, then glances back down at the map. Pettigrew has moved past him. Confused, Harry wheels, and casts his wand along the walls. Voice: "Watch it there, boy!" Harry jumps. But it's only an old man in a painting, scowling in the glare of Harry's wand light. On the map, "Pettigrew" continues to move away. Harry makes to follow, then stops. Hears footsteps. The wand's spot dances across the parchment to find another dot. Approaching quickly: "Severus Snape." Harry: "Mischief managed!" Harry stashes the map, extinguishes his wand, and turns... into the harsh glare of Snape's wand. Snape: "Potter. What're you doing wandering the corridors at night?" Harry: "I was... I was... sleepwalking..." A sneer curdles the corners of Snape's lips. Snape: "How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle --" Harry: "My dad didn't strut. Nor do I. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate you lowering your wand." Snape eyes Harry coldly. Containing himself. Lowers his wand. Snape: "Turn out your pockets." Harry doesn't move, eyes still boring into Snape. Snape: "Turn out your pockets!" Finally, Harry obliges. Seeing the map, Snape's eyes glitter. Snape: "And this. What might it be?" Harry: "Spare bit of parchment..." Snape: "Really... (poising his wand) Reveal your secret!" To Harry's horror, words begin to appear. Snape studies him, a sadistic half-smile on his lips. Turns the map his way. Snape: "Read it." Harry: "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..." Snape: "Go on." Harry: "...and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." Snape: (smile drooping) "Why you insolent little --" Professor Lupin: "Professor...?" Snape turns. Sees Lupin standing in the shadows. Snape: "Well, well. Lupin. Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?" Professor Lupin: "Harry? You all right?" Snape: "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 takes the parchment, which now displays a rather unflattering caricature of Snape, and a pair of potions. Y/n who was chatting to Lupin a few minutes before giggles when she sees the drawing. Snape: "Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic." Y/n: "Come-on I could by one of these at a prank shop." Professor Lupin: "I seriously doubt that, Severus. It looks to me as if it merely insults anyone who tries to read it. I suspect it's a Zonko product. Nevertheless, I shall pursue any hidden qualities it may possess. As you say, it's my area of expertise. Come, Harry." Snape: "Why are you up?" Y/n: "Reserve Duties."