𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗵 ☆

⋯ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ

In the dead of night, when the castle of Hogwarts lay enveloped in an eerie silence beneath the watchful gaze of the stars, four figures glided stealthily through the dimly lit corridors. These were not the usual spectral wanderers haunting the hallowed halls; these were four boys on a covert mission.

Their names—James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew—were synonymous with mischief and camaraderie, known collectively as the Marauders.

The boys were cloaked under an Invisibility Cloak, its magical fabric shimmering faintly in the dim light as they tried to fit their collective form beneath it. The cloak, though remarkably effective, made for a snug fit, especially with the boys' varying sizes and the tension of their mission. Every slight movement caused a ripple in the cloak's enchantment, and they had to maneuver carefully to avoid detection.

Their footsteps, though muted by the ancient stone floors, carried the weight of their barely-contained excitement. They whispered eagerly about a peculiar device they had discovered in an old, dusty corner of the library—a couple of books with the surname "Potter," in the title. Remus immediately associated with his friend James Potter. The connection sparked more curiosity than understanding, but the allure of uncovering something related to his old friend was too tempting to resist.

James, the ringleader with his unruly hair and glasses, led the group with a confident smirk, though his heart pounded with adrenaline. 

Sirius, ever the rebel with his dark, reflecting hair that caught the sparse light like polished onyx, followed closely, his wand at the ready for any unforeseen surprises. 

Remus, the thoughtful and cautious one, brought up the rear, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Filch and his ever-watchful cat. 

Peter, eager to prove his worth, scurried in the middle, clutching the enigmatic device tightly to his chest.

Navigating the winding passages of Hogwarts while attempting to stay hidden beneath the cloak proved to be a challenging task. They had to be careful not to bump into each other or make any noise that could betray their presence. Every rustle of their clothes seemed magnified, their breath coming in shallow, synchronized puffs of mist.

Their journey brought them to the Room of Requirement, a hidden refuge accessible only to those in desperate need. They whispered their desires to the enchanted door, which responded with a groan and swung open, revealing a cozy, inviting space. Inside, the room was furnished with plush seating area, with snacks and drinks from both the wizarding and muggle(as the wizards refer to non magical folks) world—exactly what the Marauders had hoped for.

The boys shuffled inside, still huddled under the Invisibility Cloak, and settled into the room. Remus, assuming his usual role as the responsible one, carefully arranged the books, preparing to read their contents aloud. The others had quickly avoid the task, dismissing it with a collective shrug and a chorus of, "Not for me, that's boring." While they lounged around, clearly uninterested, Remus couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and amusement at their reluctance.

With a deep breath, he opened the first book and began to recite the words on the page. Almost immediately, the book responded, the text coming to life as it started reading the prologue in a rich, resonant voice. The sound filled the room, drawing everyone’s attention despite their initial disinterest. As the words echoed through the space, the boys completely ignored it and all the book said about the characters and what will take place, waiting for the first chapter, just like the current readers of this book.

James's whisper cut through the expectant hush, his voice tinged with both confusion and awe. "What did the book said Harry Potter?What's this? There's no Harry Potter in the family tree."

Sirius strugged whereas Remus looked at James with his jaw dropped, like he didn't tell him about the books as soon as he found them.

Peter's eyes widened, reflecting the anticipation and uncertainty that hung in the air. "I think we're about to find out," he replied, his voice barely more than a breath.

The room seemed to hold its breath, drawing the Marauders deeper into the mystery they had unwittingly unearthed. The boys, in secrecy and curiosity, leaned forward, their minds racing with the possibilities of what they might discover.

author's note
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