Harry's Godfather Or A Deatheater?

Chapter 16

The Marauder's Map

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Harry's P.O.V.

It was one of those nights. I couldn't sleep. I had tried and tried, but to no avail. So now, I was looking at the Marauder's map with my wand out on Lumos. Out of sheer boredom. "Spiders!"

I looked up from the map and saw Ron wake up. 

He had a terrified look on his face. "There's..." He calmed down a little. "There's spiders. Spiders. They want me to tap dance." He looked at me as I tried so bad to not laugh. 

"I don't want to tap dance!" I checked my brain for some 'advice'. "Tell them." I finally decided. "Tell those Spiders, Ron."

"Right, yeah. Tell them." He started to settle down and sleep. "I'll tell them."

He finally fell asleep with a snore. Oh, how easy it is to sleep for him while I just can't. I took a bite out of the cookie I had gotten before right after I had fallen asleep in the kitchens and focused on the map.

Argus Filch, or Mr. Filch, walked 'round the halls of Hogwarts. Professor Lupin and Professor Black sat in one of their offices. Talking, probably and Dumbledore was sat in his office.

I unfolded certain parts of the map. I saw a glimpse of a name. The name of the man who's supposed to be dead.

Peter Pettigrew?

Surely the map is making a mistake. Maybe Peter Pettigrew is just there as a ghost. Peter Pettigrew did go to Hogwarts, right? He just died and became a ghost, right?

No, that's not right; I don't see Headless Nick on the map. 

"Peter Pettigrew?"

"Little lump of a boy. Always trailing after Black and his friends."

"Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him!"

That was enough time spent thinking. I had to go see if he was there. Actually there. In person. You get what I mean.

I stepped off my bed and slipped on my shoes. And off I went, into the darkness where I was sure to find a trace of Peter Pettigrew.

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I walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, wand lit up by the simple Lumos Spell. I had disturbed tons of light sleeping paintings. Others, not so much. Heavy Sleepers, might be. Snores came from every direction. 

"Put that light out!" A man in a painting exclaimed, covering his eyes with his hands. "Sorry."

I had been told that all the way through the corridor. Peter Pettigrew was near me in the map. To the point where I was bound to see him. I did not. 

His footsteps in the map kept moving closer and closer to mine in the map. I had not seen him. The map showed his footsteps going to my right and dodging me like an obstacle.

I turned right and shouted. 

I had been scared by myself in a mirror. One thing, though, is why there's a mirror in the corridor? I turned around and around, not finding the man.

"Watch it there boy!" A Man in a Painting exclaimed. "We're trying to sleep here!" Another said. "Ja."

Another person was in the map. They were very close to me. "Severus Snape" It read.

"Mischief Managed. Nox." I almost had a panic attack. A few seconds after I had turned off my light, another was turned on. It was lit by Proffesor Snape's wand. He stood by. Why hello there.