𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 ✦ 𝑫. 𝑴.

the map and game

a/n: YALL IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED UGH. online school is rigged. i don't want to talk about it.

"Is Harry not going to Hogsmeade?" I asked Fred and George as we started our walk to the little village.

"No one signed his papers," Fred responded.

"S'what you get when you blow up your aunt, I suppose," George smiled.

"I feel bad," I gazed at him solemnly when he waved goodbye to Hermione and Ron.

    George stopped in his tracks.

    "Yes, George?" Fred and I chorused.

    "What if-" he started, "We give the map to him? So he could sneak to Hogsmeade?"

    "That's-" Fred was about to disagree, but I nudged his shoulder.

    "It's a great idea," I smiled. While George's motives were purely kind, mine consisted of a notion that Harry might be able to meet Sirius; and all the secret keeping would be over, "Let's go give it to him now!"

    We turned, our tracks leading to the one-eyed witch statue.

    "Pssst — Harry!" Fred whispered loudly.

    Harry, who was passing by, whipped around to see the three of us huddled rather suspiciously, "What are you doing here? Aren't you going you Hogsmeade?"

    "We are —" I started.

    "But we've decided to give you little festive cheer before we go," George ushered Harry over.

    The three of us turned to corner him. Fred gave me a nod, and I pulled out the Marauder's Map.

    After I thrust it into his hands, Harry looked disappointed, "What's this rubbish?"

    Fred let out a laugh and moved his head to George and I, "'What's this rubbish' he says?"

    "That, there, is the secret to our success," George grinned, "It's a wrench, giving it to you, really."

    I did a mini bow, "But we've decided that your needs are greater than ours." I quickly popped back up, "We've memorized it already, anyway; don't really need it."

    Harry's eyebrows stayed raised, "A... bit of old parchment?"

    The twins and I performed a dramatic gasp and scoffed together, "A bit of old parchment?"

    "George, if you will," I winked.

    "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." George's wand met the paper, and the all-too familiar words emerged from the blankness.

"Wait a minute.. is this Hogwarts?"

"No, it's London," I smirked.

Harry pointed to the Headmaster's office, "Is that—"

"Dumbledore," George confirmed.

"In his study," said Fred.

"Pacing; he does that a lot," I elaborated, "Bit odd that he hasn't collapsed by now."

Harry looked back up, "So you mean — this map shows everyone?"

"Everyone." I nodded.

"Where they are —" started Fred.

I continued, "What they're doing —"

"Every minute," said George.

"Of everyday!" I threw my hands up.