"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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When Tommy left, he had made sure to take the protective amulet that Imogen had created for him. He didn't want to go anywhere without it, Imogen was all too happy to make him plenty of protective amulets, it was when her children asked if they could go out, they were handed amulets too, she knew they weren't going to Small Heath, but you couldn't be too sure of people these days. So, when the children left Imogen was left alone, she was fine with it as she and Mimi begun working on the house once more, making sure there would be no creatures that could harm her family were inside. Which thankfully there wasn't.
Now she had nothing to do, her shop was closed for the day, her husband was meeting Campbell, the children were in France doing touristy things, and she was here. She pursed her lips before sighing, she was bored, maybe she should make some potions for fun, no, she shook her head, she wasn't in the mood for that. Maybe she could read, no, Mimi was in there sorting everything, and she knew not to mess with an elf that was sorting. Maybe she could go to Small Heath and check in on everyone, no, that would take to long. She huffed, annoyed that she had no idea what to do.
"Maybe I can help, my Mistress." Death's voice came through to her, turning around she saw Death a smirk on his face.
"Why do you look like Draco?" She asked laughing.
"I wanted to feel like a prat today." He joked causing the girl to laugh loudly.
"Okay, what are you going to do about my boredom?" She asked Death as he came to sit beside her. Death waved his hand and an old journal fell into her hands. "What?" She asked but froze as she saw the name 'Moony' on the front. "Is this? Is this the journal?" She asked eyes wide with wonder.
Death tilted his head before saying. "Better get to work, my Mistress."
Leaving her alone in her house Imogen grinned madly, now she would be able to find everyone. Opening the journal, the first thing she saw was... Step one: using a parchment big enough for the location and using magic we were able to draw the castle grounds, using this magic it was quicker to have the map drawn to how we needed it and of what secret passages were inside Hogwarts.
Laughing loudly Imogen conjured a parchment big enough for Small Heath, but small enough that no one would wonder what it was. She changed her clothes to trousers, a white button up shirt, a black coat, and her very own Peaky cap, she raced to the fireplace and flooed herself over to her shop. Before running outside into the crowded streets of Small Heath. People waved to her in greeting as she passed, of course none of them seeing the wand in her hand as she would cast the spell that Moony had written down. She often would laugh joyfully as she went, excitement in her emerald eyes, and a beaming smile upon her face. People in Small Heath felt it was a beautiful day with the Queen of Small Heath laughing happily.
Imogen walked to the Garrison, she was a bit parched, so she had wanted to get something to drink. Walking in she basically skipped over to Harry smiling. "Good morning, Harry!" She greeted grinning happily at the man.
"Good morning, Imogen, how are you today?" He asked her as he handed her a glass of water.
"I'm doing wonderful Harry, doing something magical today." She said, the older man not knowing what she meant about the magical part of course. He was not privy to magic, which she was happy with, she had not wanted to put more strain on the older man, she wasn't that type of person. Plus, the less people know the better.
"Oh, and what is it that you are doing?" He asked her quite curious.
Imogen smirked before she answered, "creating a map of Small Heath, as you know I have my two little boys, and they are quite mischievous. So, I want them to have a map to help them hide from everyone when they ultimately get chased by their targets."
Harry bellowed with laughter, he had heard stories from Ada about the twin terrors, how they would prank their loving aunt. He loved the stories, of course Ada was cautious about mentioning the magical side of the pranks, she could be responsible once in a while. "So, what you're telling me is, that you want them to cause as much chaos as possible?" He asked her.
"Of course." Imogen laughed. "They were named after two people who I saw as my brothers, and they were the greatest pranksters ever." She said softly.
Harry smiled at the woman as she finished her glass of water, thanking the older man, Imogen gets up and exits the pub, her mind going straight back to the map. Laughing she raced through the streets performing the spell on the parchment. It was when the map glowed softly that she knew she had done it, all that was left was to add the people onto the map. So, she ran to the middle of Small Heath, looking around she subtly cast the spell on the map, the map glowed brighter and brighter when she grinned, seeing the footsteps and names that belonged to those feet. She found Polly first, then Arthur, then John, and finally Ada.
This brought the tears on, hugging the parchment to her chest, she closed her eyes remembering the Marauders Map. Finally, though she had her own to use.
When she went through the floo system, she ran to her sitting room to work anymore kinks out on the map, Moony of course leaving instructions of what to do. She was happy that Moony was the smart one in the group, making sure that it was there in writing. It was when she got to the end of the journal that she realised just why he wrote all this down.
'My cub.'
'This is for you, this is for when you need to create a map just for yourself. I want you to be the person you want to be. Be the Imogen I know you will be. I love you cub, don't ever blame yourself for mine nor anyone's death. We love you cub.'
'Lots of love from your Remus.'
Imogen broke down in tears as she held the book close to her chest, breathing in deeply, she couldn't believe what she had read, this was from her Remus, not the young Remus, no this was her Uncle Moony.
"He called to me; he asked me to give it to you." Death said from behind her. She looked up with teary eyes when a watery smile grew on her face.
"Thank you." She said softly before closing her eyes, remembering the good times with her Uncle Moony and Padfoot.
Hours went by when Tommy walked into the sitting room seeing his wife, holding on tightly to a journal, he frowned but didn't wake her. But he stopped as he found a map that was moving. He saw everyone that was walking around in Small Heath, he looked to his wife remembering the story she had told her boys, about the twins who gave the chosen one a map like the one she has sitting on their coffee table.
"You're home." He heard Imogen whisper softly, he turned to see her smiling up at him, the journal closed now.
"My Lily, what is this?" He asked her.
"A map." She answered honestly.
"A map, a map that is moving, with everyone's names?" He questioned. "I remember you telling the boys about a map like this one." He said to her.
Imogen smiled softly. "All stories come from some form of truth my King. You just need an open mind, and they can be more than fables." She whispered gently as she kissed him on the lips before her wand touched the parchment. "Mischief Managed." She whispered softly, the map disappearing from their sight.
Tommy watched his wife grab the map before walking away and up to their room. "How much of that story is yours my Lily?" He asked himself before walking after her ready to join her in bed.
