HP: The secret of the Marauders Map

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The classroom was alive with the hum of excited chatter, desks scraping against the stone floor as students moved around, exchanging gossip, jokes, and last-minute complaints about anything, including the heavy workload, tiring weather, and institutional restrictions. Sunlight filtered through the arched windows, casting long beams of light across the dusty shelves of Defense Against the Dark Arts books.

At the center of it all sat James, his usual haughty grin in place, surrounded by his closest friends, Sirius Black, the ever-rebellious troublemaker, and Lily Evans, who, despite her disapproving looks, never strayed too far from them. James twirled his wand between his fingers, laughing as Sirius mimicked a pompous Slytherin professor, drawing chuckles from the nearby students.

Suddenly, James's attention drifted to the back of the room. He leaned back in his chair, a mischievous gleam flickering in his hazel eyes. An idea formed and with a swift motion, he stood up, brushing off Lily's questioning look. Sirius, sensing trouble, smirked and followed. Lily sighed, already regretting not stopping him sooner, because she knew what he was up to as soon as she saw his direction towards to a particular someone.

He was a pale and frail-looking boy who always sat alone at the back of the class. He was hunched over a thick book titled "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection." His fingers hovered over the words as he read, his light brown hair falling slightly over his eyes, shielding his gaunt face.

As James strode towards the back, he stopped beside the boy's desk, and with a sudden movement, he snatched the book straight from his hands.
"Oi, Worm, what are you reading?" James asked, flipping through the pages carelessly.

The boy stiffened, his fingers twitching as if itching to grab the book back, but he merely looked down, his expression unreadable.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes were glinting with mischief. He leaned in, peering over James's shoulder. Lily, however, was not amused. She placed a firm hand on James's shoulder, her green eyes narrowing.
"James," she said warningly.

James turned, grinning at her. "Relax, Evans. I'm not going to hurt him." And then he threw Sirius a quick wink. "Just a bit of fun, yeah?"
He turned back to Remus and swung the book lazily in his hand. "So, I asked you, what are you reading?" he asked crossly.
Boy's shoulders tensed. His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as he said,
"Give it back to me."

James cupped a hand around his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" His voice was loud enough to cut through the classroom noise.
All the students turned to watch.

James smirked, and then shouted dramatically,
"EVERYONE! QUIET! MY BOY IS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING!"

A wave of silence spread through the whole class. All eyes were now on Remus, who was already sweating with embarrassment.
James leaned down. "Go on, then, mate. What was that?"

Remus exhaled slowly, willing himself to stay calm, and said again,
"Give it back to me."

James tilted his head, still grinning. "Hmmm…. Didn't quite catch that." Then he turned to Sirius. "Did you?"

Sirius, playing along, shook his head dramatically. "Not a word. Not even a single word!"

Then James turned to Lily, his voice full of mock concern. "Evans, did you hear anything?"

Lily said nothing, she just crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably.

James spun toward the rest of the class. "Did anyone hear anything?"

The students, catching on, shouted in unison: "NOOOO!"

A few Gryffindors giggled; some Ravenclaws rolled their eyes. But Remus sat frozen in place, his face burning.

James tapped his chin. "Well, there's only one solution, then." He lifted the book high and moved to the front of the classroom. "Until my boy finds his voice, I'll just hold on to this, what do you all say?" the whole class started shouting with excitement and then chanting, "Remus.. Remus…"

Remus's heart pounded. He gripped the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles went white. He wanted the ground to open up that instant and swallow him whole. He was still looking down, his eyes shut trying to block all the voices, calling his name, then snapping of the trees, the terrible howls. Remus was shivering now.

But then, suddenly he felt a light touch on his shoulder, that brought him back to his surroundings. He flinched slightly, and lifted his gaze hesitantly.

Lily was looking down at him, offering a warm, genuine smile; a smile so rare, so kind, it took him by surprise.
"I know you can do it," she whispered encouragingly, raising her fist in a small gesture of motivation.

A strange feeling bloomed in Remus's chest. His lips parted slightly, and before he could stop himself, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile flickered across his face. Embarrassed, he quickly again bent his head down, letting his hair shield his expression.

James, as always quick to catch the tiniest shifts in people, noticed. And came back towards Remus. His expression softened and with an exaggerated motion, he dropped into a squat in front of Remus, resting his arms on the desk. His face was now leveled with Remus's downturned one.

"Oi," James said, tilting his head to look up at him.

Remus stared at his desk, determined not to meet his eyes.

James leaned in just a bit closer, and said seriously, "You're handsome, you know that?" Remus's head snapped up, his golden-brown eyes wide with shock. Before he could even process what James had said, Sirius wrapped an arm around James's shoulders, grinning.
"See? Told you. Absolute stunner."

The two of them grinned at Remus, who sat frozen, his cheeks slightly flushed, his scarred face stunned into silence. Looking from one to the other. But before anyone could react further, a firm yet amused voice echoed through the room.
"EVERYONE, BACK TO YOUR SEATS!"

James turned just in time to see Professor Galatea Merrythought stepping through the door, her sharp gray eyes twinkling with understanding beneath her wrinkled but kind face.

"POTTER!" she called, already knowing exactly who was at the center of the disturbance. James sighed dramatically and handed the book back to Remus, whispering, "We'll continue this later." This statement sent a cold shiver in Remus's spine, that was visible by his panicked face.

Professor Merrythought strode to the front, setting her books down with a loud thump. "Professor, we were just…." Before James could continue to defend himself, professor interrupted him, "It's not my first time dealing with you, Potter. Now, sit."

Hearing this, James threw her his best charming smile before plopping down beside Sirius.

Professor Merrythought let the briefest smile tug at the corner of her lips before she clapped her hands together. "Okay, everyone, open your books."

The students scrambled to obey. She waited, watching as pages flipped. Then, her voice rang clear and steady:

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four."
"Today, we will study Werewolves."

At this moment, Remus felt his blood run cold, a feeling of scare he had never felt before.



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"Werewolves are not monsters!"

This statement sent a ringing into young Remus's ear who had been holding on to the bookmark without opening the book.

Werewolves are not monster's? He said to himself and suddenly snapped into his surrounding, where everyone was listening attentively and cautiously to professor merrythought.

Professor galatea merrythought continued, werewolves are different from the transfiguration. In transfiguration you want to transfigure into an animagus but werewolves do not have control over their body, during certain time of the month."

"And here i thought only girls suffer in certain time of the month" one girl said from behind. This sent a wave of laughter in the class. Among this commotion a hand raised up…

"Shhh…" professor merrythought shushed the clamoring class with motion of her hand and then, pointing towards the raised hand said, "Yes Dorcas."

"Ms. Merrythought, I read that a person becomes a werewolf when they are bitten by a werewolf… how is that possible?"

Ms. Merrythought smiled, "Yes, you are correct. One of the most common ways to become a werewolf is through a bite from an infected werewolf. "

"The werewolf's saliva contains a magical virus that can transmit the condition to others. When a person is bitten, the virus enters their bloodstream and begins to alter their magical and physical properties."

"It's a complex process, but essentially, the virus rewrites the person's DNA, allowing them to transform into a wolf-like creature during full moons. It's a remarkable, albeit dangerous, phenomenon."

James spoke out, " professor, you just said full moon and also earlier you said, certain time of the month, whats that?"

"Excellent catch, Potter! When I said 'certain time of the month,' I was referring to the lunar cycle. You see, werewolves typically transform during the full moon phase, which occurs approximately once a month. However, the exact timing can vary depending on various celestial and magical factors. Usually the full moon is the trigger for a werewolf's transformation, but it's not the only factor. Other influences, such as the werewolf's emotional state, the presence of certain magical energies, or even the alignment of the planets, can also affect the timing and severity of the transformation."

'Do they eat people?"

A scared high pitched voice came from the doorway.

"Look Peter, there's a werewolf behind you!" Sirius shouted and hearing pale and frightened Petter petrigrew's shrieks the whole class burst into laughter.

"You are late as usual dear! I told you if you are late again, I will take away your house points! five points from Gryffindor! Now get to your seat!"

Then Merrythought continued, "To answer your question, pettigrew, werewolves do not typically eat people. During their transformations, they are driven by instinct and may attack if they feel threatened or if they are in close proximity to humans. However, most werewolves are able to maintain some level of control and awareness during their transformations, and they would never intentionally harm humans. In fact, many werewolves are deeply ashamed of their condition and go to great lengths to avoid harming others."

Peter pettigrew looked slightly reassured, but still a bit shaken.

Remus on the other hand, hadn't still opened the book yet. He was still holding on to the bookmark in the book. The statement "they are deeply ashamed" was making him ashamed of his existence.

Before he could ponder more a familiar soft concerning voice reached his ears, " professor, how can we help the werewolves, what steps ministry of magic has done for werewolves."

Ms. Merrythought's expression turned thoughtful. "Excellent question, Evans. Fifteen points to Gryffindor! Helping werewolves and addressing their unique challenges is a complex issue."

"The Ministry of Magic has established the Werewolf Registry, which requires all known werewolves to register with the Ministry. While this may seem restrictive, the registry helps the Ministry provide support and resources to werewolves, such as access to the Wolfsbane Potion, which can help alleviate some of the symptoms associated with transformations."

Ms. Merrythought paused, collecting her thoughts. "Additionally, the Ministry has established the Werewolf Support Services, which provides counseling, financial assistance, and other forms of support to werewolves and their families."

"However, despite these efforts, many werewolves still face significant challenges, including social stigma, employment discrimination, and limited access to healthcare and other resources."

"As students, you can help by promoting understanding, acceptance, and inclusion of werewolves in our community. We can also support organizations, like the Werewolf Rights Association, that advocate for the rights and well-being of werewolves."

The class nodded, taking in this information, and at this moment a cold voice came from the middle of the classroom. " Professor, How to identify a werewolf among us? As he said this, Severus looked back from his seat.

Remus looked up with horror as the class fell silent, and Severus Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, his suspicious gaze was still fixed on Remus Lupin.

Ms. Merrythought's eyes locked onto Severus's for a brief moment and before she could continued the bell rang marking the end if the class.

"Well I guess, we will continue this topic next time." Saying this with a smile professor merrythought starting picking and packing her stuff. The students all rushed out. Remus now again in a bent posture. Still holding on to the book mark.

"My child are you alright?" A soothing calm voice called to him. Professor merrythought was looking down at him.

Remus tried to stand up, but before he could stand, professor merrythought gave him a small package and said, I think we should discuss this the next time over a cup of tea, what do you say?

Remus could only nod, " okay so the Friday it is" professor merrythought said with a smile and left leaving remus all by himself.

Remus looks into the empty classroom. And then at the bookmark he is holding. With shivering hands he open the page. The title of the page say, "Werewolves"

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It was Friday and Remus was standing in front of professor merrythought's office. He took a deep breath holding the book she had given him in his hands. As he raise his hand to knock on the door, the door opens and professor merrythought pouring tea with a smile, welcomes him in, "come in dear come in". Remus went in and the door closes on its on. Professor points him to sit and places tea in front of him with few other assortments that Remus politely declined.

Professor merrythought took a sip and then took a cookie to savor the flavor. Remus was silently watching her preforming this ritual. After a while he started, "professor… this book"

"Yes what about it?" She replied

"I came to return it" Remus said with a low voice.

"What did you learn from this book?"

"What did I learn?" Remus eyes were wide opened now…" I learnt … " before he continues, professor merrythought chuckles and says, this is my favorite novel written by muggles. "So tell me what did you learn from this novel, what did you got to know?"

Remus was shy now, his usually pale face was turning red . "Professor it's a love story between a werewolf and a human." He said in a low voice, with his face down, as if to hide himself. Professor merrythought, smiles at that and says, "ofcourse I know it's a love story between a werewolf and a human, but didn't you see, how proud he was of his existence and how clearly he handled himself without any shame or embarrassment about his blood? "

Remus looked up and nodded. So what do you think, can you become a character like that? Merrythought's eyes were enough to set Remus calm and to motivate him to say even his most Intrusive thoughts out loud. "But professor, everyone's scared of werewolves and I don't want to scare anyone. The werewolves in the novel, was a werewolf by birth, I on the other hand was dragged into this dark game". Remus's desperation was visible on his face now. Professor merrythought took another sip and said, " you are right, but you see sometimes our greatest miseries turn up to be our greatest blessings… who knows tomorrow you end up helping your friends with your gift".

Remus didn't say anything in response… he was just thinking. No one has ever told him that maybe he could use this curse in his own favor or that it was a blessing. Then professor merrythought broke his thread of thoughts with a throat clearing and said, "well, I guess, the message has passed, you can take your leave now, if you wish to". To which Remus gladly complied and hurriedly went towards the door, when he heard her say, "take care child, also it's full moon tonight". Remus had completely forgotten. So he quickly leaves the room and exists the building.

As he rushed towards a direction, James saw him rushing across the grounds, shoulders hunched, moving like he didn't want to be seen, while he was practicing quidditch.

He called after Remus but he didn't respond back. James frowned. "Well that's suspicious". Saying this he hopped on his broom and took off, gliding toward Remus until he was flying level with him.

"where is my boy going at this hour?! And in such a hurry? Snogging a secret huh?" James teased, smirking.

Remus flinched but didn't stop.

James's smirk faded. "Oi. I'm talking to you."

Still, no answer.

James looked closer and suddenly froze.

Remus's eyes were bloodshot, shining with unshed tears. His face was pale, his jaw clenched like he was barely keeping it together.

James had seen Remus upset before—mostly when they were teasing him... But this was something else. It was fear.

"Remus? Stop… listen to me" he tried again, softer now.

Nothing.

And then, just like that, Remus turned and sprinted even faster into the trees.

Before he could follow him, he heard a familiar voice calling him from behind,

"James!"

James turned to see Sirius Black come running toward him. His dark hair was windswept, his grey eyes gleaming with concern.

"Where the bloody hell did you go?" Sirius demanded. "I was waiting for you at the pitch while our dear Captain tried to murder me with strategy talk. I had to listen to Frank Longbottom go on about 'teamwork' and 'discipline' for ten minutes, James. Ten!"

But James barely heard him. His eyes were still locked on the place where Remus had disappeared.

Sirius followed his gaze, frowning. "What?"

James took a deep breath. "Follow me."

Sirius blinked. "Okay, but if this is about sneaking into the forbidden forest at this time of the day, I..."

James took off on his broom.

Sirius groaned but followed, grumbling, "You know, you better have a good reason for doing this to me Potter!

"Shut up, Sirius," James cried.

They moved quickly, dodging low branches as they followed the path Remus had taken. James's mind was racing. Then, they saw it.

The Whomping Willow.

James pulled to a sharp stop just outside the tree's reach, watching as Remus ran straight toward it.

Sirius came after him panting. As he saw Remus standing near the violent willow, he cried, "Remus! has you lost your mind mate! that thing will kill you!"

Remus looked back at them and before he could do anything, he started to change.

Sirius's mouth fell open. "what the bloody…"

James wasn't listening. He watched as Remus changed into a huge beast in front of them.

Then, before they could process what had just happened—

A howl split the air.

James felt his stomach drop. And sweat appearing on his forehead.

He turned to Sirius, and for once, the mischievous grin was gone from his face.

They didn't need to say it. Now they knew, what Snape was talking about, and to whom he was referring to. It all made sense now.

Now they knew Remus secret, he was a werewolf.

Then Sirius let out a breath and, because he was Sirius after all, he said, "Okay. I must agree! That's way cooler than I thought it would be! Remus Won!"


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The full moon hung high over the dark sky, bathing the landscape in an eerie, silvery glow. The night air was thick with tension, broken only by the ragged breathing of a creature caught between agony and instinct, as transfiguration took place.

Remus lupin was transforming into a giant beast and Sirius and James were nothing short of in awe. They seemed worried and shocked but they didn't look scared.

Remus gave out an another loud howl, as he looked at two boys in front of him. He tried his best to control himself but all vain, his desperate attempt to hold himself back was useless. The change had ripped through him, stretching bone, shifting muscle, forcing his human form and instincts into something monstrous.

James and Sirius stood frozen as they watched their friend disappear, replaced by a feral beast with gleaming yellow eyes and fur bristling under the moonlight.

Then came the snarl.

And then Remus lunged at them, his limbs jerking in violent spasms, his mind overtaken by primal hunger. His eyes, once full of warmth, intelligence and sadness, now gleamed with wild, uncontrollable fury and anger.

Sirius was the first to react.

"James, MOVE!"

Remus sprang forward, his claws slicing through the air just as the two boys threw themselves in opposite directions.

The Whomping Willow, disturbed by the sudden movement, lurched into action, its massive branches swinging wildly, cracking through the night like sharp whips.

Remus didn't care, he had lost it all, acting like a maniac, he didn't know what was happening to him or around him. And then a branch came tangling around his waist. He was caught in the willow. The branch took him high into the sky and then slammed hard against the base of the ancient tree.

"IMMOBULUS!" James shouted, his wand aimed at the Whomping willow in the distance.

The willow, which had been moaning and creaking in response to the werewolf's cries, fell into eerie silence. But the beast in front of them was far from still. He was wringling like a dying fish in the tree and then fell to then ground. He shooked his head violently, dazed from the impact, before turning his eyes on James and Sirius once more.

This time, he ran. Straight toward them.

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Sirius's voice rang out, and suddenly, the werewolf's feet lifted off the ground.

Remus went up into mid-air, snarling, twisting his body, his claws slashing wildly at nothing. He was suspended like a marionette, but his furious growls and flailing limbs made it clear that this spell wouldn't hold for long.

Suddenly, before they could do something, they heard some rustle nearby. Someone was coming. Both of them exchanged scared looks, and Sirius exclaimed, "this is bad!"

"Bloody hell," James muttered.

Remus, still suspended, let out another bone-chilling howl. Sirius let out a cry, "Pipe down mate!"

James, thinking fast, angrily flicked his wand at him. "Silencio!"

The werewolf's mouth opened, his chest heaved, but this time, no sound came out.

James grabbed Sirius by the arm. "You need to get him out of here. Go into that tree hole. I'll handle this."

Sirius frowned, reluctant to leave. "Are you sure?"

James smirked, despite the chaos. "A little."

Sirius hesitated for only a second longer, then gave James's shoulder a firm pat with a confident smile, before grabbing the levitating Remus and disappearing into the darkness of the tree.

The sound of his footsteps faded, leaving James alone.

As soon as they were gone, A figure stepped out of the shadows.

Peter Pettigrew.

His small, suspicious eyes darted around nervously before locking onto James. James gave out a sign of relief.

"James..." Peter started, licking his lips. "what was… that...?"

James twirled his wand in his fingers, his easy smirk not quite reaching his eyes.

"No idea what you're on about."

Peter hesitated, shifting on his feet. "I heard howling."

James's grip on his wand tightened.

Peter didn't know. Not really. But James could see the suspicion gnawing at him, could almost hear the gears turning in his head.

And if Peter told the wrong person… Remus's life was over.

James stepped forward, his voice light, but firm.

"Pettigrew, it was me, I was practicing with my wand you see… I was shouting, everytime I succeeded."

Peter's eyes flickered uncertainly. "But—"

"It was ME! Alright?!" James repeated, his hazel eyes dark and unreadable.

Peter's lips twitched. He gave a quick, nervous nod. "R-Right."

James exhaled slowly, stepping back.

"Good." Then he continued, "do you Wanna practice with me?" saying this, he pointed his wand to the ground and said something that gave out a little blast and then james gave out an excited howl to commemorate his successful performace.

Peter gave a shaky smile. "Good. Yeah. Okay. I think we should go now…"

James clapped him on the back, harder than necessary. "yeah, you are right, you go first, I will back in a while". Peter ran away.

James didn't move for a long moment, after Peter left. He gave out howls, at twice or thrice instances to cover up the situation.

Then, satisfied after a while, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the tree.

The Next Morning

Remus woke up in the hospital wing.

His body ached, his arms and chest covered in scratches and bruises. His head felt heavy, but the first thing he saw was James and Sirius sitting on the bed beside him, casually tossing a Snitch back and forth.

"Oh, look who's awake," Sirius said with a smirk. "Thought you'd never get up, Sleeping Beauty."

James grinned. "You gave us quite the workout last night."

Remus swallowed hard, his throat dry.

The memories came rushing back.

The pain. The change. The fear. The danger.

He had almost hurt them. His chest tightened with shame.

James must have seen the guilt in his face, because he tossed the Snitch aside and leaned forward.

"Listen to me, mate," he said quietly. "None of this was your fault."

Remus opened his mouth, but James held up a hand.

"No arguments. No nothing. It's not happening today."

Sirius nodded, crossing his arms. "Besides, if anything, last night proved that we need a better system. We can't keep hoping we'll outrun you every full moon."

James and Sirius exchanged a glance.

A knowing, mischievous glance.

Remus furrowed his brows. "What?"

James's lips curved into a slow, secretive smile. "Don't worry, Bruv."

Sirius grinned. "We've got a plan".

And just like that, Remus felt something shift.

For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, he wasn't alone.

For the first time in his life, he wasn't just a monster.


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The classroom was alive with the hum of excited chatter, desks scraping against the stone floor as students moved around, exchanging gossip, jokes, and last-minute complaints about anything, including the heavy workload, tiring weather, and institutional restrictions. Sunlight filtered through the arched windows, casting long beams of light across the dusty shelves of Defense Against the Dark Arts books.

At the center of it all sat James, his usual haughty grin in place, surrounded by his closest friends, Sirius Black, the ever-rebellious troublemaker, and Lily Evans, who, despite her disapproving looks, never strayed too far from them. James twirled his wand between his fingers, laughing as Sirius mimicked a pompous Slytherin professor, drawing chuckles from the nearby students.

Suddenly, James's attention drifted to the back of the room. He leaned back in his chair, a mischievous gleam flickering in his hazel eyes. An idea formed and with a swift motion, he stood up, brushing off Lily's questioning look. Sirius, sensing trouble, smirked and followed. Lily sighed, already regretting not stopping him sooner, because she knew what he was up to as soon as she saw his direction towards to a particular someone.

He was a pale and frail-looking boy who always sat alone at the back of the class. He was hunched over a thick book titled "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection." His fingers hovered over the words as he read, his light brown hair falling slightly over his eyes, shielding his gaunt face.

As James strode towards the back, he stopped beside the boy's desk, and with a sudden movement, he snatched the book straight from his hands.
"Oi, Worm, what are you reading?" James asked, flipping through the pages carelessly.

The boy stiffened, his fingers twitching as if itching to grab the book back, but he merely looked down, his expression unreadable.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes were glinting with mischief. He leaned in, peering over James's shoulder. Lily, however, was not amused. She placed a firm hand on James's shoulder, her green eyes narrowing.
"James," she said warningly.

James turned, grinning at her. "Relax, Evans. I'm not going to hurt him." And then he threw Sirius a quick wink. "Just a bit of fun, yeah?"
He turned back to Remus and swung the book lazily in his hand. "So, I asked you, what are you reading?" he asked crossly.
Boy's shoulders tensed. His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as he said,
"Give it back to me."

James cupped a hand around his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" His voice was loud enough to cut through the classroom noise.
All the students turned to watch.

James smirked, and then shouted dramatically,
"EVERYONE! QUIET! MY BOY IS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING!"

A wave of silence spread through the whole class. All eyes were now on Remus, who was already sweating with embarrassment.
James leaned down. "Go on, then, mate. What was that?"

Remus exhaled slowly, willing himself to stay calm, and said again,
"Give it back to me."

James tilted his head, still grinning. "Hmmm…. Didn't quite catch that." Then he turned to Sirius. "Did you?"

Sirius, playing along, shook his head dramatically. "Not a word. Not even a single word!"

Then James turned to Lily, his voice full of mock concern. "Evans, did you hear anything?"

Lily said nothing, she just crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably.

James spun toward the rest of the class. "Did anyone hear anything?"

The students, catching on, shouted in unison: "NOOOO!"

A few Gryffindors giggled; some Ravenclaws rolled their eyes. But Remus sat frozen in place, his face burning.

James tapped his chin. "Well, there's only one solution, then." He lifted the book high and moved to the front of the classroom. "Until my boy finds his voice, I'll just hold on to this, what do you all say?" the whole class started shouting with excitement and then chanting, "Remus.. Remus…"

Remus's heart pounded. He gripped the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles went white. He wanted the ground to open up that instant and swallow him whole. He was still looking down, his eyes shut trying to block all the voices, calling his name, then snapping of the trees, the terrible howls. Remus was shivering now.

But then, suddenly he felt a light touch on his shoulder, that brought him back to his surroundings. He flinched slightly, and lifted his gaze hesitantly.

Lily was looking down at him, offering a warm, genuine smile; a smile so rare, so kind, it took him by surprise.
"I know you can do it," she whispered encouragingly, raising her fist in a small gesture of motivation.

A strange feeling bloomed in Remus's chest. His lips parted slightly, and before he could stop himself, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile flickered across his face. Embarrassed, he quickly again bent his head down, letting his hair shield his expression.

James, as always quick to catch the tiniest shifts in people, noticed. And came back towards Remus. His expression softened and with an exaggerated motion, he dropped into a squat in front of Remus, resting his arms on the desk. His face was now leveled with Remus's downturned one.

"Oi," James said, tilting his head to look up at him.

Remus stared at his desk, determined not to meet his eyes.

James leaned in just a bit closer, and said seriously, "You're handsome, you know that?" Remus's head snapped up, his golden-brown eyes wide with shock. Before he could even process what James had said, Sirius wrapped an arm around James's shoulders, grinning.
"See? Told you. Absolute stunner."

The two of them grinned at Remus, who sat frozen, his cheeks slightly flushed, his scarred face stunned into silence. Looking from one to the other. But before anyone could react further, a firm yet amused voice echoed through the room.
"EVERYONE, BACK TO YOUR SEATS!"

James turned just in time to see Professor Galatea Merrythought stepping through the door, her sharp gray eyes twinkling with understanding beneath her wrinkled but kind face.

"POTTER!" she called, already knowing exactly who was at the center of the disturbance. James sighed dramatically and handed the book back to Remus, whispering, "We'll continue this later." This statement sent a cold shiver in Remus's spine, that was visible by his panicked face.

Professor Merrythought strode to the front, setting her books down with a loud thump. "Professor, we were just…." Before James could continue to defend himself, professor interrupted him, "It's not my first time dealing with you, Potter. Now, sit."

Hearing this, James threw her his best charming smile before plopping down beside Sirius.

Professor Merrythought let the briefest smile tug at the corner of her lips before she clapped her hands together. "Okay, everyone, open your books."

The students scrambled to obey. She waited, watching as pages flipped. Then, her voice rang clear and steady:

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four."
"Today, we will study Werewolves."

At this moment, Remus felt his blood run cold, a feeling of scare he had never felt before.



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The days following the transformation left Remus quieter than usual. Though he was back to normal, or as normal as one could be after transforming into a creature of nightmares, and front of the people, he always avoided, he felt vulnerable and exposed. The weight of what had happened still clung to him, it was visible that he was not at peace.

And James and Sirius of-course could tell. Because every time Remus looked at them, there was hesitation, a flicker of guilt, like he expected them to finally see him as the monster he believed himself to be. He was hiding from their sights as if he was naked.

Other night, james was lying on the sofa, alone in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the fire. As he close his eyes, the cracking voice of the embers in the fireplace reminded him of the swishing branches of the whomping willow, from that night.

He open his eyes.

"This is not good", he said to himself. "

"The willow itself is not enough to keep him. What if it was someone else instead of me?"

"What if it was someone else and they got hurt? He would have been expelled!"

"He didn't even know I was following him! Every time, he is relying, just on luck? on the hope that everytime, without a mistake or getting noticed, he would make it inside, before the change overtook him."

"But what if he didn't make it in time, like the last time!? What if it had been Snivellus? He is already suspecting him!"

James scowled, running a hand through his hair, as he thought out loud.

"So what do you suggest?" suddenly a voice caught his attention from behind. James who was lying on the sofa, got up and looked back to see Remus, with a guilt stricken face looking at him.

James put his hand on his chest and fall back on the sofa, "You gave me a fright mate!, before you could expose yourself, I thought I have ended your game right here!"

Remus comes close and sit near him by the fire. James look at him and move away to give him space to make himself easy.

For a while they both say nothing, just staring at the roasting fire in front of them.

"Are you not scared?" remus started

"Scared of what?" james responded without a change in tone.

"From me?"

"From you?"

"Hmm"

"Why?"

"I am not normal…"

Have you ever killed someone?"

Remus was taken aback from this out of nowhere question. Kill?

This time, james looked at him, with a serious gaze, "have you?"

No! never"

Do you want to kill people?"

This time remus stood up and cried, "NOO!"

Are you in cahoot with Voldemort?"

"JAMES POTTER!"

"REMUS LUPIN! Then snap out of it!"

At this moment Sirius black entered the room, and seeing remus standing near the sofa all angry and breathless and james on the sofa, made all the sense to him, about what was going on.

Sirius goes over and put his hand on remus shoulder. "whats going on?" remus look at him with teary eyes. Sirius 1st look at him and then at james, who was now back at staring into the fire. Sirius help remus sit back and then push james to make space for himself between them.

Sirius who still had his arm wrapped around remus, shakes him to cheer him up. "james you have made him cry!"

James look towards remus, who is wiping his eyes. James give out a sigh, and then try to say something, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Remus… we are not afraid of you, mate. Why would you even think that?" finally james blurted it out and came down from the sofa, now sitting in front of him with his hand on remus knees.

Every…one has always … avoided me… I end up …hurt…ting myself … and others when I change" remus said, in between sobs.

James had no answer to this. This time Sirius spoke, "don't worry about us, we will not get hurt nor will we let you get hurt!" saying this he strengthens his hold on remus shoulder and james hug them both. Suddenly a cough caught their ears. Abruptly they look towards the direction of the sound to see peter Pettigrew, standing near the staircase, looking at them. James said, "you heard it?"

Hmm… peter nodded.

Come here, james said

Peter hesitantly approach the trio.

James stand up and before he could do anything, peter hide his head under his arms and cry, "I wont tell anyone, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

The three of them look at each other, a laugh escape their lips and then they peter gets hits by a pillow, peter raise his head and then as he see everyone laughing, he picks up the pillow and throw it back at Sirius. James throw it at remus and the fight starts.

As the four of them were resting on the sofa, after the chaotic pillow fight, all covered with cotton and feathers. James starts, "we need to protect remus". Everyone look at him.

"We need a way to know where everyone is, a way to track people across Hogwarts, in real time, so whenever anything happen we can use a special secret route to escape"

Like the whomping willow? Peter Pettigrew said.

Everyone looked at him. You knew?" Sirius exclaimed.
I saw everything that night" he replied, but I wont tell anyone, I also want to help.

Remus looks at him and says thanks to which peter nods with a smile.

"Well, now we are a group, we will protect each other" james say strongly. Are you willing, he looks towards remus and then towards peter and place his hand front of them. Remus put his hand on his hand peter also places his hand and then Sirius places his hand on the top of it and they all cheer.




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"So whats the plan" Sirius asks excitedly

"What if there was a way to see the entire castle? Every person. Every passage. Every hidden corridor."

"What if…We made a map?"

James sat up suddenly, "A map of Hogwarts. A magical map".

"One that could show us everything—even the secret tunnels, so we can move Remus safely before every full moon".

"It's Impossible." Remus said out loud. "No one knows the map of Hogwarts, I tried looking it up."

"Hmm, well we will be the first ones then", Sirius says and stands next to James. they both look at each other and then at sitting peter and remus and then back towards each other giving out a mischievous laugh.

The next morning, James nearly dragged all of them up to the Astronomy Tower.

Peter, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, yawned. "What's so important that we had to sneak out at dawn?"

James grinned, his eyes glowing. "Boys, I have an idea. A proper adventurous idea."

That got Sirius's attention. He leaned against the railing, arms crossed. "Go on."

James took a deep breath. "We make a map."

Peter frowned. "we talked about it didn't we? No one knows the map of the hogwarts"

James's smile widened. "I said, we MAKE a map"

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Define 'everything'."

James's voice dropped, his excitement growing. "Secret tunnels. Hidden doors. Moving staircases. And most importantly—every single person in the castle. Real-time. Their names, their exact locations.

Silence.

Sirius chuckled. "That's… insane. We are definitely up to no good"

Remus, however, looked intrigued.

James smiled. "We already know there are hidden passages in the castle," James continued. "Remember that time we found the one behind the tapestry on the fourth floor?"

Sirius smirked. "Oh yeah. Filch never figured out how we disappeared."

Peter shifted. "But… how would we even make it?"

That was the real question, because Magic like this didn't exist. Atleast they didn't know about that. But then again, they were the most intelligent and the most mischievous students. If anyone could even think of pulling off the impossible, it was them.

James leaned in, "We start with the castle's enchantments. The castle already knows where people are, right? The staircases move based on where students are going. The suits of armor whisper about professors coming before they even arrive."

Sirius nodded slowly, catching on. "So we find a way to tap into that magic."

James snapped his fingers. "Exactly. And not just that—we make sure it sees everything. Even the secret passages that no one talks about."

Peter still looked unsure. "But how?"

James exhaled. "that's what we need to sort out. So lets go to the hogsmeade…"

The four of them sat in silence for a moment, looking at each other, until Sirius spoke up.

"We need a teacher."

James blinked. "What?"

"Think about it. This kind of magic isn't something we can just 'figure out' overnight. But some of the old professors? They've been around long enough to know about enchantments like this."

James hesitated. Going to a professor… wasn't exactly their style, but then again neither was failing.

Peter, finally interested, tilted his head. "Who do we ask?"

A pause.

Then James and Sirius said the same name at the same time.

"Professor Merrythought."

Peter looked between them, confused. "The Defense professor?"

James nodded. "She's been here for quite a long time. She knows things."

Sirius chuckled. "And she likes us."

James tilt his head, "Huh… She tolerates us."

"but lets first do a trip to the hogmeade."

But its not time for the hogsmeade! Peter interrupted. We will go on our own. Replied Sirius.
how? Before peter could say more Sirius put a hand on his mouth and all 4 go out of the building.

….

The Whomping Willow loomed before them, its gnarled branches twisting in the cold evening wind.

Remus hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides. He looked toward James, eyes uncertain.

James, ever the fearless leader, took his hand, giving it a firm tug. "Come on. Trust me."

With a flick of his wand, Sirius froze the tree, the branches stilling instantly. The four of them stood before the small, knotted opening at its base.

Peter gulped. "We… we are entering this? Why?"

Sirius slung an arm over his shoulder, "You'll see."

One by one, they climbed through the tunnel. The narrow passage was damp, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood. The ground sloped slightly, and they had to crawl at times, but James pushed forward eagerly, leading the way.

The tunnel stretched for what felt like forever, until, finally, they emerged inside a dimly lit room. A house. Or, at least, what was left of one.

Peter stared, wide-eyed. "Is this—?"

James, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome to our new hideout, we're in the Shrieking Shack!"

Peter's mouth fell open. "But… the Shack is in Hogsmeade!"

James waggled his eyebrows. "Exactly."

Remus was staring at the cracked floorboards, the walls covered in deep scratches, the windows boarded shut.

He knew this place. This was where he transformed every month, where Dumbledore sent him to become the monster.

But how had they found it?

Sirius gave him a nudge. "you must be thinking how we know, right?"

Remus nodded. "well, that night when I took you away, I went inside the willow and entered here. James also came shortly and we found out that this was a secret passage from willoe to the shack from Hogwarts to the hogmeade."

James smiled. "That's right, mate. And that's how we got the idea."

Remus frowned. "Idea? What idea?"

James slung an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a half-nelson before ruffling his hair.

"This passage. This place. We realized, there must be others like it."

Then He let him go, turning to face them all. "What if we had a way to track them? To mark them down? To know where they all lead?"

Peter scratched his head.

James turned to Remus. "as I said earlier, the one that shows everyone in the castle. Every single person, in real-time. So you'd always know if someone was near before… y'know."

Remus stared at him.

For once, he was speechless.

Determined to bring their idea to life, they began their search for anything that could help them in real time navigation. They went into the valley and entered all sorts of shops and stores.

They found old compasses, enchanted maps, magical detection objects; trinkets that revealed locations of places but not people.

Peter held up a map that glowed faintly, tracing his fingers over the enchanted ink. "This one shows hidden doors… but only the ones that already exist."

Sirius sighed, tossing aside a golden compass. "This one shows magical hotspots, but not who's near them."

James frowned, thinking hard.

They were close, but something was missing.

Somewhere in Hogwarts, there had to be magic that could track people, because the castle already knew where they were.

The trick was harnessing it. But they couldn't find anything.

Sirius thoughtfully said. "I think it's time we had a chat with Professor Merrythought."

Later that evening, after much deliberation (and bribing Peter with extra chocolate to keep quiet), the four of them approached Professor Galatea Merrythought's office.

She was one of the oldest professors at Hogwarts, her face lined with deep wrinkles, but her eyes sharp as ever.

When they knocked, she looked up from her desk, her expression wary.

"Potter. Black. Pettigrew and LUPIN! A fresh addition I might add"

James said, "Actually, Professor, we were hoping for your wisdom."

That made her snort. "That's a first."

James leaned forward. "We have an idea. A brilliant one."

Sirius cut in. "A magical map of Hogwarts. One that tracks everyone."

Professor Merrythought raised an eyebrow. "You want to track people? That sounds vaguely illegal."

James looked down and said, "Only vaguely?"

She chuckled, but there was curiosity in her eyes now. "And why, pray tell, do you need such a thing?"

James hesitated—should he tell her?

Then he looked at remus.

At sirius.

At peter.

Then he took a deep breath. "We want to protect a friend."

Something flickered in Merrythought's expression.

She studied them for a long moment before leaning back in her chair.

"Magic like this isn't easy," she said finally. "Hogwarts is built on ancient spells. Tracking every person inside it? You'd need enchantments tied to the castle's very foundations."

Sirius grinned. "So it's possible?"

She smiled. "Anything is possible if you're clever enough."

"We are." James continues

Merrythought looked at them again, then exhaled, shaking her head.

"Alright. Do your research, check the library and see the history of Hogwarts, and bring me something worth my time. The most I can do is guide you and direct you".

Finally Professor merrythought was on their side. The first step was accomplished.



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Professor Merrythought's approval wasn't just an encouragement it was a yes to an unexpected adventure.

And it was all that they needed.

But while Remus buried himself in books, searching for anything about Hogwarts' enchantments, James's mind was already two steps ahead.

A map would help them avoid danger, yes, but what happened when they found Remus in his werewolf form?

Hiding was one thing. Protecting him was another.

And so, one evening, as Remus disappeared into the library, James leaned in close to Sirius and Peter. "We need to take it one step further."

Sirius, arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"We need to become Animagi."

Peter, mid-sip of pumpkin juice, choked violently, sputtering. "WHAT?!"

James continued, "Think about it. We can't exactly fight a werewolf, but we don't have to. Werewolves only attack humans. If we're not human, we can stay with him."

Sirius's expression flickered from surprise to a proud smile.

Peter, on the other hand, looked horrified. "But… but that's illegal! It takes years! Even adult wizards struggle with it!"

James shrugged casually. "Then we'll just have to be better than the adults."

The map idea and the Animagus transformation ran parallel, feeding into each other in ways they didn't yet realize.

The BEGIN of CONQUEST

One question had to be answered first:

How did Hogwarts track people?

How did it know where they were, where they needed to go, and when to stop them?

If they could understand the castle's magic, they could tap into it. Over the next few weeks, the four of them set out on a carefully orchestrated mission, gathering information without raising suspicion.

Professor Flitwick (Charms)

James had picked Flitwick first because the tiny Charms Master loved brilliant, unconventional magic. If there was a way to track movement magically, Flitwick would know it.

"Professor, how do the staircases know when to move?"

Flitwick brightened up at the question, adjusting his robes as he stepped into a passionate lecture.

"Ah, now that is a fascinating bit of ancient enchantment, Mr. Potter! The staircases don't move randomly, you see. They are tied to the very fabric of Hogwarts' enchantments! a system of tracking magic woven into the foundation of the castle itself. The Founders ensured Hogwarts would always be... ahm… aware of its inhabitants."

"So the castle knows where we are at all times?" Sirius asked, feigning curiosity.

Flitwick nodded. "Oh, undoubtedly! But it's not a simple spell, mind you…it's an enchantment that has grown stronger over time, adapting to new students and teachers."

Flitwick blinked, clearly intrigued by the whole situation. He continued, "same happens with all these lit torches in Hogwarts. You see… The torches aren't manually lit, nor are they enchanted with individual spells. Instead, Hogwarts has a network of ambient charms that react to presence. Whenever a student or teacher enters a space, the castle recognizes them and activates the necessary charms, light, warmth, and sometimes even rearranging furniture if needed!"

Lily Evans said, "So Hogwarts… senses us?"

Flitwick nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes Ms. Lily! The castle is always aware of its inhabitants!"

James and Sirius exchanged glances.

Peter gulped. "So… could someone, theoretically, tap into that magic?"

Flitwick chuckled, waving a hand. "Oh, Mr. Pettigrew, that would be impossibly advanced magic! I daresay, even if someone tried, Hogwarts has a way of keeping its secrets safe."

The next professor on the list was Professor Binns (History of Magic).

But professor Binns was less helpful, and was just too dull to even listen to properly.

Professor, has anyone ever successfully mapped all of Hogwarts?"

Binns actually paused mid-sentence, which was a minor miracle.

"Mapped Hogwarts? Preposterous, Mr. Lupin. The castle has never been fully charted!"

Peter asked, "Why not?"

Binns snorted dismissively. "Because the castle is alive! Hogwarts grows, adapts, and changes to fit the needs of its students. Staircases move, walls shift, rooms appear and disappear. No wizard—no matter how powerful—has ever been able to keep up with it."

Sirius tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "Not even the Founders?"

Binns waved a ghostly hand. "Even the Founders only knew portions of it.

But they built the castle, didn't they? Sirius interrupted.

"They built the castle, yes—but they also allowed it to evolve. That is why it has never been mapped."

James sighed. "So there's no record of its original layout?"

"None that remain!" Binns declared. "And even if they did, the castle would no longer match such a blueprint. It evolves, Mr. Potter, just as you do."

Remus furrowed his brows. "Then… if the castle itself is aware, perhaps its magic isn't locked away in books. Perhaps it's… instinctual."

James leaned in. "Like… memory?"

Remus nodded slowly. "If Hogwarts is enchanted to protect its students, it must have a way of recognizing them. And if it recognizes them, then it knows where they are at all times."

A map wouldn't have to force the castle's magic—it would only need to listen to it.

The next professor was Professor McGonagall (Transfiguration) the biggest risk. She could smell mischief from a mile away. And james potter favorite class.

"Professor, is it possible to enchant an object so that it carries a spell forever? Without needing a wizard to maintain it?"

McGonagall gave him a piercing look. "Why do you ask, Mr. Potter?"

James said innocently. "Just curious, Professor."

McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "Well, That depends entirely on the spell and the skill of the caster."

Sirius leaned in, "Well Professor, I was wondering, if a powerful enough wizard wanted to, could they leave a spell imprinted on an object, so that it continues working long after they're gone?"

McGonagall pursed her lips, but she answered anyway.

"Yes, but such magic is far beyond your level. The Founders themselves were known to create enchantments that last centuries, Hogwarts is full of them. But modern wizards rarely achieve that level of magic."

"Rarely doesn't mean never, does it?" James answered with his head down and quill levitating in his hand effortlessly.

McGonagall gave him a long, knowing stare. "Mr. Potter, I sincerely hope you are not planning anything that will have me at my wit's end."

James grinned wider. "Wouldn't dream of it, Professor."

McGonagall clearly didn't believe him.

But that was fine—because she had just confirmed their growing suspicion.

Then came professor Professor Slughorn (Potions) though not their first choice, had a treasure trove of knowledge, especially about rare magical substances, that was useful to them.

Peter, who was best at buttering up Slughorn, leaned forward eagerly.

"Professor, is there a potion that can reveal magic? Like, if you wanted to see spells hidden in an object or a place?"

Slughorn clearly pleased by Peter's interest, started, "Ah, now that is a question of great alchemical significance! There are such potions, my boy. Certain detection draughts can reveal lingering enchantments, but none are powerful enough to expose Hogwarts' deeper magics. The castle was built with protections far beyond ordinary spellwork."

Peter looked at james and with a nod of affirmation from him continued, "But Professor… if someone really wanted to see hidden magic, what would they need?"

Slughorn chuckled. "They would need the insight of the Founders themselves!"

All four of them exchanged sharp glances.

There it was. The Founders. Everything led back to them.

A week later one evening just after the final exams of the 3rd year ended as the four of them were packing their belongings, the fire in the Gryffindor common room burned low, casting long shadows across their faces.

Remus, hunched over a massive tome, suddenly snapped his head up.

"I think I found something."

James, Sirius, and Peter immediately gathered around him.

Remus tapped a faded page in an ancient book.

"The castle does know where people are—but not because of a single spell. It's because of the Founders themselves."

Sirius frowned. "Founder? Again?"

Remus's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Hogwarts is alive in its own way. It adapts, it protects, it moves. That's why the staircases shift, why some rooms appear only when needed. The castle always knows where we are."

James's said "So if we want to track people, we don't need to create new magic… We just need to tap into the magic that's already there!"

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