𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Fifty Three: Worst Prefect

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"Bloody hell, Moony." James exclaimed, staring at the inked parchment with tears in his eyes. "You finished it."

"Well . . ." said Remus and smirked. "I only had three busy nights."

"You're bloody brilliant, mate." Sirius added, marveling at the beauty of the Marauder's Map. "Absolutely brilliant."

"Stop. You're making me blush." Remus laughed.

The whole of the grounds of Hogwarts was displayed on the Map, including all the passage ways that led out of the school and into the village of Hogsmead and all the shortcuts and secret tunnels for navigating the interior of the castle.

The map was devoid of people at the moment except for a small dot labeled Albus Dumbledore, that was moving around in the headmaster's office, and another one labeled Minerva McGonagall in the Great Hall, doing some last minute organization, probably.

The only other dots belonged to the other professors, Filch and Peeves but no students because they were still on the Hogwarts Express. They had decided not to include house elves, portraits and suits of armors because that would have only crowded the Map.

They also avoided adding the Shrieking Shack and Hogsmead to minimize the chance of any one of them being caught in the Shack and exposing Moony's secret or them being caught out side of school and facing expulsion should the Map ever be found.

"But I think we need to lock it somehow." said James, folding the Map carefully and handing it back to Remus. "If someone finds it lying around they could just pick it up and use it for bad stuff or worse, trace it back to us and get us in trouble."

"And we're going to use it to do good." scoffed Remus. "But you're right. I've been thinking along that line too. It needs a password."

"How about Sirius is siriusly hot?" Sirius suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"How about Sirius' head is as big as Hagrid's cabin?" James said and smacked the back of Sirius' head.

"How about James should keep his mouth shut at all times?" Sirius retorted, rubbing the back of his head. "And you can't accuse me of having a big head because that title belongs to you as Evans takes it upon herself to remind you everyday."

"Gentlemen?" Remus interrupted.

James bit back the insult he'd prepared for Sirius. "How about 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.'?" he said after a brief pause. "It's supposed to be an aid to Mischief Makers. It's perfect."

"And then when you're finished, you would say something like . . . ummm . . . 'Mischief managed' and the parchment would go blank." Sirius added.

"Can you do that?" Peter asked Remus.

"Of course I can." said Remus with an eye-roll. "All I need is an advanced concealment charm combined with a spell that will give the Map a verbal access memory."

Sirius, James and Peter blinked at him.

"How about you get back to us when you start speaking English?" James asked.

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The Marauders got to Hogwarts just fine but the Entrance Hall was absolute chaos thanks to Peeves, who had decided that everyone needed to take a bath.

He made water balloons zoom across the Hall and they exploded off people's backs or on top of their heads, soaking them through and leaving them shivering.