The Daily Prophet

Fred & George Weasley 'The Marauder's Map'

It was only Fred and George Weasleys first year at Hogwarts, yet, they already seem to have a knack for trouble. Having received detention within the first week.

What Filch didn't know was that the twins were snooping around, they'd not been looking for anything particular. But, did find an old piece of parchment. Little did they know this old parchment wasn't just any piece of parchment, it was a well-constructed map. A map of Hogwarts...

George was the one to come across it. Him being the irresponsible, childish, eleven year-old he was, he could not resist leaving it there. It managed to 'slip' its way inside his pocket, where it had resided for half an hour before finally removed.

"Wow." Said the older twin, Fred. Who was inspecting the parchment like it was a newly discovered creature. "What does it do?" He asked, lightly now poking it. "That I don't know." George replied. Hearing this, the older twin looked disappointed. "Well." Looking to his brother. Fred continued, "We'll just have to find out!" He was enchanted, there was clearly something more to this 'blank' parchment. He was met with a nod from the founder, signalling him to start.

Hours pass slowly, as if a time turner was re-winded. The older Weasley twin lay on his stomach, drool flooding from his mouth he snored, dreaming on. While his younger brother George was holding the old thing, eyes so droopy he looked as if he hadn't slept in days, head leaning toward the covers to his bed. He yawned, lightly tapping his wand on the thing, chanting "Merlines beard, do something you old thing!" He whisper yelled at the thing, wary if he wakes Fred.

Couple seconds later, George let out a loud, frustrated sigh. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" He tried, desperation in his squeaky voice.

A sharp gasp escaped George. The old, 'blank' parchment began forming words. "Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present..." His voice trailed off, now looking to his brother's sleeping form. "The Marauders Map." He finished. "Fred! Wake up!" He yelled, throwing a pillow at the sleepy Fred. George swears Fred's head shot up like a bullet, anyway. "Fred-Fred, I did it!" George said, becoming more and more ecstatic word by word. "What is it, dear brother?" Fred replied, not a hundred percent there. "Look!" He held up the map, beaming with pride. Fred's eyes shot up, reading "Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present-" "-The Marauders Map!" George cut in, to ecxited for his own good. "Wow! Thats-" "Hogwarts!". He interrupted once more.

Looking up, Fred was ecstatic. "You know what this means..." The younger one preked up at his brother's words. "Mischief managed!"