The Second Hogsmeade Trip
The morning of the next Hogsmeade trip arrived cold and bright at Hogwarts Castle.
Excited chatter filled the corridors as students hurried toward breakfast before leaving the grounds.
Near the staircase leading down from Gryffindor Tower, Callidora ran into Fred and George, who looked like they had been waiting for her.
George leaned casually against the wall.
"We've been discussing something." He said.
Fred nodded seriously.
"A historic decision."
Calli raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds dangerous."
Fred pulled a folded piece of parchment from his robes.
The familiar parchment of the Marauder's Map.
Calli blinked.
"You're giving it away?"
George shrugged.
"We've memorized it. You have as well."
Fred nodded.
"Every passage. Every stair. Every shortcut."
George smirked.
"So technically we don't need it anymore."
Calli tilted her head.
"And who's the lucky recipient?"
Fred's expression softened a little.
"Harry."
Calli understood immediately.
Harry had looked miserable all week.
First the Dementors.
Then losing his Nimbus to the Whomping Willow.
And worst of all, being the only third year who couldn't go to Hogsmeade.
George crossed his arms.
"With that map he could sneak out."
Fred added. "But we wanted your approval."
Calli blinked again.
"My approval?"
"It is our map, you included."
Calli smiled sweetly then nodded.
Fred pointed at the silver badge on her robes.
"Plus, you're a Prefect."
George grinned.
"So technically you could get us out of trouble if this goes horribly wrong."
Calli stared at them for a moment.
"I don't have that authority."
Calli started toward the Great Hall.
She turned back once.
"But if I do see something, I'll have a short term memory loss."
Fred chuckled.
"Spoken like a true authority figure."
The morning of the second trip to Hogsmeade began quietly in the Great Hall.
Owls swooped lazily through the enchanted ceiling, dropping letters and packages onto the long tables as students ate breakfast and planned their day.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
