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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James, Sirius, and Peter stood stiffly in front of Professor Dumbledore's desk, shifting uncomfortably under the twinkling yet piercing gaze of the Headmaster. The familiar warmth of his office, did nothing to ease the tension pressing down on them.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, studying them over his half-moon glasses. For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, with a small smile, he finally spoke.

"It has come to my attention that the three of you have been rather… meticulous in your studies as of late."

Dumbledore continued, his voice laced with amusement. "Professor Flitwick is quite impressed by your newfound interest in ambient charms. Professor Binns, in a rare moment of animation, found your curiosity about the history of Hogwarts quite 'unexpectedly thoughtful.' And Professor McGonagall, though eternally suspicious, was- dare I say it- mildly intrigued by your inquiries about permanent enchantments. Quite a feat, if I may add."

Sirius glanced at James. Dumbledore knew this much, it meant—

"Of course," Dumbledore continued, tilting his head slightly, "it is my duty as Headmaster to be aware of what my students are up to. Particularly when their activities might lead them into… shall we say, uncharted territory."

His blue eyes twinkled, but there was an unmistakable weight behind them.

James straightened up, trying to keep his expression light. "Sir, we're just—"

"Trying to help Remus," Dumbledore finished for him.

James froze.

Peter and Sirius tensed beside him.

James had thought they had been subtle, careful. They had avoided using Remus's name in their research. They had disguised their questions as casual academic curiosity. And yet here they were, where Dumbledore had seen right through them.

James took a careful breath, choosing his next words wisely.

"Professor, we aren't doing anything dangerous."

Dumbledore raised a single skeptical eyebrow.

James pressed on, keeping his tone as steady as possible. "We just… we just want to help him. And if that means learning more about the magic in Hogwarts, then is that really a bad thing?"

Dumbledore studied him in silence. And James refused to look away.

Then, to his surprise, Dumbledore gave a quiet chuckle. "You remind me of someone I once knew, Mr. Potter. Always pushing boundaries. Always with the best intentions. But intentions, as noble as they may be, do not always shield us from consequences."

His voice lowered, becoming gentler.

"If the Ministry were to catch wind of what you are attempting, it would not be seen as youthful curiosity. You would not be praised for your ambition. You would be expelled."

The weight of his words settled heavily in the air. Peter looked genuinely afraid.

Sirius, however, was unshaken. He leaned forward slightly. "Then we just have to make sure they don't find out, don't we?"

Dumbledore's lips twitched, not quite a smile, not quite disapproval.

"An interesting philosophy, Mr. Black," he murmured. "But a dangerous one."

James took the opening before Sirius could push further.

"Sir," he said, "we aren't trying to defy anyone. And we certainly aren't trying to challenge the Ministry. All we want is to make things easier for Remus. He shouldn't have to go through this alone."

For a brief moment, something unreadable flickered across Dumbledore's expression.

Then, instead of responding, he shifted the subject entirely.

"Your work in Transfiguration has been… ambitious," he said, as if he hadn't just warned them of expulsion.

James narrowed his eyes slightly. What was he getting at?

Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "If your intention is to use Transfiguration for the purpose I suspect… then you will find the process both arduous and extraordinarily difficult and of course time taking. But I must admit, I am… impressed by your determination."

James opened his mouth to say something, but Dumbledore continued before he could.

"I will speak to Professor McGonagall."

Silence. No one spoke for a while.

James blinked. "Wait—you will?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Oh, not to approve it, certainly. But to ensure that should you persist—because I have no doubt that you will—you do so with proper caution. And with a full understanding of the consequences."

James exchanged a quick glance with Sirius, who looked equally stunned.

That was as close to approval as they were going to get.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "Now, if there is nothing else… you can go about your day."

The three of them started to move towards the door, still unsure of what had just happened.

"And James," Dumbledore added as James reached the door. "Send him in."

When Remus stepped into the office, he expected the worst. But instead, he found Dumbledore smiling at him gently. For a long moment, the Headmaster simply studied him. Then, in the softest voice, he asked, "How are you, my boy?"

Remus swallowed and hesitated, then answered, "Some days are easier than others, sir."

Dumbledore nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That is often the way of things, my boy."

The conversation felt like it should continue, but Dumbledore didn't say anything more.

Instead, he simply looked at Remus, as if considering something very important.

Then, as Remus turned to leave, Dumbledore spoke again, this time, almost absently.

"You know, Remus; there is a room…"

Remus looked at him with an absent expression, trying to interpret what he was saying.

Dumbledore continued, as if musing to himself. "A room that appears when someone is in genuine need of it. A most curious place, one that can be found by anyone… provided they are prepared to look hard enough."

Remus turned back, his eyes wide. "Yes, Professor?"

Dumbledore only smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"A most interesting room indeed."

And with that, he returned to his work, leaving Remus standing there, mind racing.

When Remus returned to the common room, James, Sirius, and Peter immediately pounced on him.

"What did he say?" Sirius demanded. Remus hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing much."

James frowned. "Nothing? He didn't scold you? or Warn you? Or anything?"

Remus slowly sat down in an armchair, still processing. Finally, he looked up, his voice quiet but thoughtful.

"He told me about a room."

Sirius blinked. "A… room?"

"A room that appears when someone needs it. A place that adapts to the person who enters it.".

"Well," James said, "that sounds incredibly useful."

Sirius added. "Very convenient indeed."

Peter, still catching up, furrowed his brow. "So… does this mean he's helping us?"

Remus exhaled. "I think…" he glanced towards the fire, where the flames flickered, casting long shadows across the room.

Then, with a small smile of his own, he murmured, "I think it means he's letting us figure it out ourselves."

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Professor McGonagall sat in Dumbledore's office, her arms folded, and face visibly disappointed. She had listened patiently as Dumbledore explained the peculiar request concerning James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. And she was very much prepared to say no.

"Albus," she said, her voice firm, "they are children. Mischievous children."

Dumbledore, simply leaned back in his chair. "Indeed they are."

McGonagall's eyes narrowed. "Still, You want me to give them special attention? Do you realize what kind of precedent that sets?" She shook her head. "It would be unfair to the rest of my students."

Dumbledore said nothing.

McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "Besides, I know these boys. I know what kind of nonsense they get up to. And I can assure you, it is rarely for academic purposes."

Dumbledore let the silence stretch before finally speaking.

"They are not doing this for themselves, Minerva."

McGonagall scoffed. "And you believe that? You truly believe that James Potter, of all people, is pursuing advanced Transfiguration out of the kindness of his heart?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, but his voice was gentle. "They want to protect a friend."

Dumbledore studied her for a moment before he saw her getting soft, then added, "And you know, Minerva… the will to protect and love is the strongest will one can have."

McGonagall sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "they are little kids Albus, with the ongoing problems in the castle, the growing influence of the You know who and its implications on the whole wizarding world and Transfiguration is not a childs play! They can die!"

"More the reason to help them! So they don't get into wrong hands, or end up getting expelled or found dead in these grounds."

Minerva let out a defeated sigh. She knew she was talking useless and with Dumbledore at that, who always had reasons, though the reasons often seemed pretty unreasonable at times, but were never so.

"You always were too good with words, Albus." She said finally.

Dumbledore chuckled. She exhaled, straightened, and then adjusted the square set of her shoulders.

"If they behaved in any way inappropriate, I am telling you, I will expel them myself. "

….

During transfiguration lecture, Minerva was teaching, Branches of Transfiguration, "as you all knowTransfiguration is divided into four branches: Transformation, Untransfiguration, Vanishment, and Conjuration. Today we will study conjuration. This branch involves creating something from nothing, or transfiguring something from "thin air"."

She was teaching the students, but all this while she was looking crossly at James, Sirius, and Peter sitting almost nearby to each other. And feeling pretty awkward. As soon as lecture ended, james tried to rush out of the class when he heard.

Mr. Potter! Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew! All of you stay!

James shut his eyes tightly with disdain and turned to look at Minerva.

"yes professor…" james said with a smile. Sirius and petter followed him from behind. Remus looked at them with a hint of isolation and left the class.

Minerva didn't say anything until everyone left and only the four of them remained in the transfiguration room.

She wasted no time.

"If you are to attempt this…" she gave them a stern look, " let me be clear, I am not encouraging you to do so, you must understand the consequences. One mistake, one miscalculation, and you may find yourself permanently stuck between two forms. Or worse, completely lost to the transformation or even killed. Do you understand?"

Peter gulped.

James and Sirius exchanged an eager glance.

"Are you still sure to do this?"

Peter though reluctant nodded, following james and Sirius.

McGonagall sighed. "and mind you, its not something, you can do it in a day or two, it will take time and patience."
"Alright?"

She said finally seeing the determined look, "Well, very well. Let's begin."

What followed was weeks of intensive training. And it was not easy. The boys learned first how to channel the essence of an animal, a process that required a deep understanding of one's own magical core.

James was naturally adept, picking up the exercises quickly. Sirius struggled at first but powered through with sheer determination. Peter…Well…. Peter's first attempt at partial transfiguration left him with furry ears for two days.

It surely started with small things.

Peter accidentally gave himself whiskers during dinner.

Sirius grew a tail in his sleep.

And James… well. James got stuck with hooves for one entire afternoon.

McGonagall was not amused.

"If you are going to continue this madness, at least do it with some dignity, Boys!"

Despite the setbacks, they continued their secret training. And Remus well he was feeling neglected and abandoned. He knew something was up with the three of them, but he didn't know what was going, nor he wanted to pry on them. But he was feeling very bad.

At first, it was just a feeling. A small, nagging thought in the back of Remus's mind. It was clear to him they were hiding something. James, Sirius, and Peter had always been up to mischief, but now they were sneaking off without him. They'd exchange looks when he entered a room, conversations would abruptly stop when he approached. Even their usual study sessions had changed.

Remus was starting to become suspicious.

One evening in the common room, Remus looked up from his book and saw James and Sirius muttering in hushed voices near the fireplace.

Peter, sitting beside him, was too quiet.

Too nervous.

When Remus turned to ask him what was going on, Peter jumped so violently that he knocked over his ink bottle.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Peter blurted, scrambling to clean up the mess.

Remus narrowed his eyes.

Something was definitely off. And what hurt the most was that they weren't telling him. At first, he tried to ignore it. But as days turned into weeks, the feeling grew. And Remus Lupin had never felt more alone.

And then one day after divination class as James motioned to Sirius and peter to go, remus cried from behind, "I thought we were in this together! I thought we were friends!"

Everyone who heard this, looked shocked as they heard him so loud and clear. But still james expression didn't change. He just came back to him and putting a hand on his shoulder said, "believe us." And left remus alone in the classroom to his poisonous intrusive thoughts.



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It was a few months after their 1st secret transfiguration meeting with Minerva when they first time stood nervously in front of an empty Transfiguration classroom. The torches along the walls flickered, casting long shadows as they waited.

And now after several months that feeling of intimidation and unfamiliarity though had decreased still persisted, especially seeing how Remus was getting affected by this secrecy. James rocked on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets, while Sirius lazily leaned against the desk. Peter, however, was fidgeting uncontrollably, while waiting for Professor McGonagall. Peter muttered, glancing at the door. "McGonagall is terrifying."

James smirked. "It'll be fine. She's strict, yeah, but she's fair."

Sirius exclaimed, "Fair doesn't mean patient, mate."

As if on cue, the door swung open.

Professor McGonagall strode in, robes billowing behind her, eyes sharper than a hawk's as usual.

James straightened up immediately. Sirius, despite his usual arrogance, stopped slouching. And Peter looked ready to faint. He was on radar these days, seeing how he was not improving at all.

McGonagall glanced over them, eyes unreadable, before sighing. "Alright, gentlemen. Since I have clearly lost all sense of reason and agreed to this madness, let me make one thing very clear, unless you are fully prepared to commit to the discipline and patience this requires, you are free to walk out that door right now."

This statement was minerva's casual. She would repeat it everytime she would teach them, like a broken record on repeat and they were pretty used to it except Petter he would always panic whenever he heard this statement and would look towards the door. But his will to show off and pretend was at its peak even in this age.

McGonagall studied them carefully, and after a long moment, she nodded.

"Very well. Let's begin."

It was after they suffered from many malpractice that Minerva sat them down and started,

"Boys… I told you that You cannot simply wish to become an animal," she explained, tapping the blackboard with her wand. A series of notes appeared in elegant, swirling script. "It requires absolute mastery of self-transfiguration. If you lose control of the magic—"

She paused, then flicked her wand. A book on the shelf behind them exploded into a flurry of feathers.

Peter yelped.

"That," McGonagall said coolly, "is what happens when the transformation goes wrong. Do I make myself clear?"

James swallowed hard but nodded and Sirius's expression faltered just a little. Peter, pale as a ghost, barely whispered, "Crystal clear."

McGonagall continued. "Before attempting any magic, you must first discover the form you will take. The Animagus transformation is deeply tied to your personality. You cannot choose your animal—it chooses you. Your task is to meditate and visualize yourself, reaching deep into your magic to uncover the shape within you."

James blinked. "That sounds… vague."

McGonagall arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Then by all means, Mr. Potter, tell me a simpler way to manipulate ancient, soul-bound magic?"

James coughed. "No, no, vague is great. I love vague."

McGonagall sighed. "Close your eyes. Focus. And for once, Potter, do not try to rush ahead of the process."

Another series of weeks passed by but still nothing worth calling an achievement happened.

"Patience!" she snapped one evening, pacing in front of them as Sirius tried to hide his still-furry hands behind his back. "You are not brute-forcing this! You must ease into the magic. If you fight against the transformation, it will reject you!"

"But how do we know it's working?" Sirius asked, rubbing his temples.

McGonagall sighed. "You will know when the magic recognizes you. It will feel… natural. Like slipping into a second skin."

It was only after the start of the new academic year at Hogwarts, that something happened. Remus was totally cut off from the trio and nothing important was worked up towards the creation of the map they were trying to come up with and Remus was looking into it on his own now.

For the transfiguration first real success came unexpectedly. And It was James. He stared at his own reflection in a nearby window, muttered, "Great. Because these antlers feel real natural."

Then later One evening, while practicing alone, something inside him clicked.

There was a rush of magic, like wind surging through his veins, and suddenly—he was on four legs.

He stumbled, blinking, the world sharper, larger— And then he saw himself.

Not in a mirror, but in his reflection on the windowpane.

A stag. He was a stag.

James's heart raced in his chest. He could feel the power in his limbs, the strength, the grace.

He let out a breath—and shifted back.

The moment he reappeared in his human form, his eyes were shining.

He had done it. And now he knew the others would soon follow with his guidance and support.

So, Sirius was next.

Unlike James, who had struggled with control, Sirius's transformation was instinctive.

One night, frustrated after another failed attempt, he stormed out of the classroom.

And then—it happened.

A flicker of magic, a shift—and suddenly, he wasn't walking on two feet anymore.

He glanced down, heart pounding, at his massive paws.

His fur was thick, black as night. His senses sharper than ever.

He was… a dog.

A huge, shaggy black dog.

A grin (or whatever the dog equivalent of a grin was spread across his face.

Finally He had done it too.

Peter, however, took the longest.

It wasn't until weeks later, when he finally stopped overthinking, and seeing that potter and Black had managed did he manage it himself.

And when he did—it made sense.

His form was small, overlooked, but quick. A rat.

At first, he had been disappointed. But when James clapped him on the back and Sirius laughed, calling him "our sneaky little rat", he couldn't help but smile.

Because even though he was the weakest of them, even though he had struggled the most—he had done it.

On the night of their last lesson, all three of them stood in front of McGonagall, grinning like madmen, it was almost the mid of the year now.

McGonagall, arms crossed, surveyed them carefully. "I assume you are all quite pleased with yourselves."

James grinned. Sirius flashed a smirk. "We're Animagi now. Officially." Peter, still slightly dazed from his last transformation, nodded enthusiastically.

McGonagall sighed but, for the first time, her expression softened. "You have accomplished something remarkable," she admitted. "But do not let that accomplishment turn to arrogance. Magic—especially this kind—is not a game."

Then McGonagall met James eyes. "You started this journey to protect your friend. Never forget that."

She turned to leave, pausing at the door she said with a smile and her eyes filled with proud tears of happiness and a sweet soft smile playing at her face."And for Merlin's sake, try not to get yourselves killed."

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It had been two years already. Two long years since James, Sirius, and Peter began their secret Transfiguration training with Professor McGonagall. Two years of missed evenings, coded glances, and whispered conversations that always seemed to stop when Remus walked into the room.

At first, Remus had convinced himself that it was nothing. Then he convinced himself it was just coincidence. And then eventually… he stopped trying to convince himself at all.

He watched them grow closer, while he grew distant, shoved into silence and under the shadow. The more he was excluded, the more he buried himself in the Map creation project… until even that began to feel pointless. And so, one night, he stopped working on it. He let the ink dry. He didn't even bother to clean his quill. He thought they were already working on it without him.

And then one particularly stormy evening, Remus had wandered aimlessly through the secret passage into the Shrieking Shack, seeking solitude. He wasn't expecting anyone there. But then he heard voices echoed down the corridor, faint but unmistakably familiar.

He froze.

"James, I know we're keeping it a surprise for Remus…" Sirius's voice drifted through the broken slats of the wall, "but don't you think it's getting a little too complicated? It's been too long. Remus must be lonely."

There was a pause. Then James sighed.

"I know. I feel terrible too. But for a better tomorrow, we have to suffer today. If Remus knew we were trying to get ourselves killed for him, he'd never let us go through with it. Just a little longer. We've done most of it now anyway."

Remus's heart caught in his chest. He pressed himself silently against the wall, his breath shaking.

Trying to get themselves killed… for me?

And suddenly, the months of being shut out made a little bit of the sense but not to the point of forgiving. If they were trying to help him… why abandon him? Why hurt him? And leave him alone?"

He didn't stay to listen anymore and ran away.

Then for days, Remus said nothing. Not to them. Not to himself. And just wrestled with guilt, anger, heartbreak and something deeper like a manifestation that maybe they were still his friends. A creeping thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't a burden.

And then, something clicked. He stood up and went out to find them.

He found them on the Quidditch pitch. James was practicing loops for the upcoming match, Sirius tuning his broom mid-air, and Peter sat quietly nearby, snacking as usual.

Remus marched forward, eyes shadowed, jaw tight.

Sirius spotted him first, dropping his broom. "Remus!"

James noticed and flew down at once, his expression shifting from excitement to confusion.

"Hey, mate, you alright?" James asked, stepping off his broom, panting. "You look…"

"How far have you all progressed in Transfiguration?" Remus interrupted, voice sharp, emotion buried just beneath the surface.

Sirius blinked. "How do you… know?"

James stepped forward slowly, like approaching a spooked Hippogriff. "Remus…"

"I know you're doing it for me." Remus's voice cracked slightly. He looked down, then raised his eyes to meet James's. "Is it worth it?"

There was a moment in this moment.

Then James smiled a gentle, unwavering response, "It's worth everything."

Remus let out a trembling breath, his eyes stinging. "I knew you'd say that."

From the inside of his coat, he pulled out a small, leather-bound book, worn and dog-eared.

He handed it to James. "Here. This will help with advanced Transfiguration—it's obscure stuff, not in the library. I didn't know how far you all are but I thought… maybe it'd be useful."

James stared at the book, and for a second, his voice caught. Then he pulled Remus into a hug so tight it knocked the wind out of him.

"Potter, don't kill him!" Sirius said, leaping in and throwing his arms around them both.

Peter, mouth still full of a biscuit, waddled over and wrapped his arms around Remus's waist. "Sorry, mate. I…I wanted to tell you… so many times…"

"I thought you lot hated me," Remus whispered. "I thought… because I'm a monster—"

"No." James cut him off, holding him by the shoulders. "You are not a monster. You're Remus. Our mate. Our brother."

"It wasn't about hiding it to be cruel," Sirius added. "We just knew you'd try to stop us."

"And you'd have succeeded too," Peter mumbled.

Remus let out a soft laugh, choked by tears.

"I'm still mad at you," he sniffed.

"Fair enough," Sirius said, patting his back. "But don't stay mad too long. We've still got a map to finish."

Peter chuckled, " Yeah! And you know if you had seen us embarrassing ourselves, you definitely would have stopped us!"

……

The next term began. It was now year four at Hogwarts—and year three of their quest.

Their next challenge? A place. One they'd only heard about in whispers.

The Room of Requirement.

It all began one chilly weekend, when they were gathered in Sirius Black's ancestral home, sitting awkwardly in the drawing room under the watchful eyes of grumpy portraits and creaky floorboards.

Kreacher shuffled in with a tea tray, grumbling to himself.

"I just don't understand where the Room would be," Peter said, reaching for a biscuit. "If it's even real—"

"I've asked half the castle," Sirius muttered. "No one's even heard of it."

James was pacing, wand flipping through his fingers.

That's when Kreacher, seemingly muttering to the tea tray, spoke without looking up.

"To access the Room of Requirement, walk past the section of blank wall three times, concentrating on what you need. The room will show itself."

They all froze.

James blinked. "What?"

"Kreacher," Sirius said, "where did you hear that?"

The elf just grunted, poured the tea with extra sloshing, and tottered out of the room.

James looked at the others, eyes wide. "Did that just happen?"

Sirius stood up, already grabbing his cloak. "That just happened."

Remus smiled. "we have got a start."

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The corridors of Hogwarts were emptier than they'd been in months. The first task of the Triwizard Tournament was underway, and nearly the entire castle had made its way to the grounds to watch the champions face dragons. Even Peeves was suspiciously absent, probably gone to watch the mayhem. For the first time in a long while, the four boys had a moment of quiet.

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew stood at the foot of the seventh-floor staircase, breath clouding slightly in the cold stone corridor. They had been chasing a myth for nearly a year now, a room that revealed itself only to those in desperate need, something whispered in elf riddles and ancient books. Now, they had a chance.

"It's now or never," James said, glancing up the stairs.

"No one to stop us, no one to tell us off," Sirius muttered. "If this doesn't work, I'm throwing myself off the Astronomy Tower."

Peter gave a weak laugh and shifted nervously from foot to foot. "You're sure we're in the right place this time?"

Remus nodded slowly. His fingers clutched the spine of a thick book he'd barely slept without. "There's a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet… three steps past that, if you think hard enough about what you need… the room appears."

They made their way up, quiet as shadows, and stopped before a stretch of empty wall opposite the ridiculous tapestry. James looked at the others. "So... who walks?"

There was a long pause. Then Sirius, with his usual grin, clapped Remus on the back. "You do it, Moony. If anyone's desperate enough to find this place, it's you."

Remus blinked. "What if it doesn't work?"

"Then we all walk into a stone wall and break our noses," said James with a shrug. "But I think it will."

Remus gave a quiet breath and turned to face the wall. He didn't rush. Instead, he closed his eyes and thought: We need a room that will help us find the secrets of Hogwarts, to protect the people we care about. A room to help us understand the castle. A room that wants to be found by those who are looking for the truth.

Then he began walking. Once… twice… thrice. As his foot fell the third time, something shifted.

The wall shimmered.

Then, silently, a door appeared—elegant and ancient, with carvings that curled like ivy.

Peter gasped. Sirius just stood there, dumbfounded. "Bloody hell."

Remus reached for the handle, but just as his fingers brushed it, a cold, familiar voice interrupted the moment.

"And what, exactly, do we think we're doing?"

They all spun around.

Snape.

He stood at the top of the staircase, robes like ink, eyes glinting with suspicion. "I watched you sneak up here, Potter. What is this? Some new trick to impress your fan club?"

James stepped forward, blocking the door with his back. "Just stretching our legs, Snivellus. Not that it's any of your concern."

Snape's eyes flicked toward the door, which was very much his concern. "That door wasn't there before."

"We're very persuasive," Sirius offered with a smirk.

Snape took a step closer, wand twitching. "What are you hiding?"

Before he could press further, another voice—this one calm, clear, and unbothered—called from down the corridor.

"Professor Slughorn is looking for you, Severus."

Snape's head whipped around and his gaze softened, Lily Evans his forever favorite person in Hogwarts.

Lily stood there, arms folded. She didn't look angry—yet—but her eyes were sharp.

"He said he needed your help with a… smoking Puffapod."

Snape hesitated. His gaze darted from Lily to James and back again. He walked up to her and said, politely, "Lily…you do realize whatever they are doing is dangerous, right?"

I know"

"Don't just take sides! Do you even know what they are doing?"

Lily said nothing. Then, with a sharp flick of his cloak, snape turned and left without another word.

As he passed Lily, she took out her arm in front of him to stop him and said in a voice loud enough for him to hear, "Snape…You didn't see anything."

And Snape, to everyone's surprise, didn't reply. And went away. He was hurt. He had no concern about the four getting themselves killed, he would have wanted that actually in his heart. But lily siding with them in this was something, he never wanted to witness. Whenever he would look at james and lily together, he would feel angry and disgusted.

Lily walked up slowly, her eyes scanning the four of them, then the door behind. "Whatever this is," she said softly while pointing her finger, "be careful. Hogwarts magic… doesn't always play fair."

James tried to act casual. "You worried about me, Evans?"

"I'm worried about the castle," Lily said coolly.

She turned to go, then paused and glanced back over her shoulder.

"Maybe a little," she added softer this time and then disappeared down the corridor.

Remus gave a small, knowing smile. Sirius and Peter exchanged a look, then burst out together in an exaggerated teasing, "Ooooooooh!"

James tried to look unaffected, but a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well," he said, brushing imaginary dust off his robes. "I guess she does like me."

Then Remus look back at the door. His hand was on the doorknob again. He looked back at them once and then pushed open the door. Inside, the room was vast.

Wider than seemed possible, filled wall-to-wall with objects of impossible origin. Shelves of maps, glowing globes, scrolls that floated mid-air. Runes hummed in the walls. A massive, enchanted blueprint of the castle pulsed in the center, alive with movement—tiny flickers of light darting through corridors and staircases like stars.

James stepped inside slowly, mouth slightly open. "This is where the castle keeps its secrets," Remus whispered. I read this is called the Room of Requirements, the room that presents itself when the someone looks hard enough….

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"This never stops being cool," james said, glancing at the others.

Sirius gave a low whistle. "The Room of Requirement. Honestly, Hogwarts is just showing off at this point."

They stepped inside together.

The space had reshaped itself into a towering, high-ceilinged chamber filled with shelves, dusty trunks, and strange cabinets. Scrolls and glowing vials floated midair. A soft blue light bathed the room, casting everything in a dreamy glow.

"Right then," James said, rubbing his hands. "Let's find ourselves a map. Or at least the stuff to make one."

They fanned out, each pulled toward something different.

Remus stopped in front of a glass case filled with magical stones. He peered closer and called out, "Hey, this one's labeled Moonstone Paper."

Peter blinked. "Paper made of stone?"

Remus opened the case carefully and lifted out the sheaf. It shimmered faintly under the light, like ink waiting to be written. "It says here: For writings not meant to fade, nor burn, nor tear. Secrets shall bind where this parchment is used."

Sirius let out a low whistle. "Sounds indestructible. Bit dramatic. I like it."

James grinned. "Exactly what we need for something... long-term."

Sirius meanwhile had wandered over to a small table piled with broken quills and half-used ink bottles. He picked up a vial that glowed faintly silver. "This ink's labeled Mirrorthought Essence. Claims it can 'reflect intent and reveal hidden paths.' Whatever that means."

Remus looked up sharply. "Sounds like the kind of magic that could show hidden people... or places. Maybe that's how we make the map show where people are in real time."

Peter gave a nervous laugh. "You mean we'll know if someone's sneaking up on us while we're sneaking around?"

"Exactly," James said, eyes alight.

In one dusty drawer, James found a small brass dial that looked like a miniature clock, but instead of numbers, it had shifting words: Classrooms, Dungeons, Library, Headmaster's Office.

"It's a Directional Rune," he said, marveling. "It can track movement through specific areas."

Remus leaned in. "With a bit of charmwork, we could set it to register magical signatures instead of directions."

Sirius smirked. "We're basically building a magical surveillance system. If only we were this clever in Transfiguration."

They kept searching. More treasures revealed themselves: A spool of enchanted silver thread, said to bind enchantments across objects,, A whispering jar, that recorded and replayed sounds when touched—"Could help with passwords," Sirius said. It will become too complicated", james exclaimed. And finally, a leather-bound tome with spells written in an ancient, spidery hand.

James stared at it, vision already forming. "That's it. We'll draw Hogwarts. Every corridor. Every secret passage. Every room. And this book tells us how to link it all together."

Peter looked uncertain. "You really think we can pull this off?"

And the three of them just smiled listening to the panicked peter.

………..

The hided the objects the thought were necessary for the next time.

Then after they saw that everyone was busy in the triwizard tournament he again sneaked into The Room of Requirement. This time it had reshaped itself into something smaller tonight—a cozy, circular chamber lit by floating candles and a glowing chandelier made of softly clinking glass maps. A table sat in the center of the room, and on it lay the Moonstone Parchment, unrolled and waiting.

The four of them sat cross-legged around it, each with a wand in hand and varying degrees of confidence on their faces.

James twirled his wand between his fingers. "Alright, gentlemen. Tonight, we make history."

"You mean try to make history," Remus corrected, rolling up his sleeves. "Let's not pretend we won't blow something up first."

Sirius grinned. "That's half the fun."

Peter fidgeted. "Do we… start with the spell part or the drawing part?"

"We start," James said, tapping the parchment with his wand, "with this. Cartographorus Revelio."

He glanced around. "I found it in a book on magical mapping. Supposedly it lays down the base layer, like magical gridlines for everything else to sit on."

"Sounds fancy," Sirius said, stretching his back. "Do it, Potter."

James nodded and took a breath. He flicked his wand in a fluid, sweeping arc and said clearly:
"Cartographorus Revelio!"

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then a faint shimmer rippled across the parchment—lines began to sketch themselves, vague outlines of the castle's foundation. But just as quickly, the image sputtered, fizzled, and vanished with a tiny pfft, leaving a slight burn mark in the corner.

"Well," Sirius muttered, "I'd call that a promising failure."

James frowned. "I think I didn't mean it hard enough."

"Mean it?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Intent matters. That book said the spell draws on your connection to a place. I need to think like I know Hogwarts."

"Well, Try again then…," Remus offered. "Picture every corridor you have ever snuck through."

James closed his eyes. He thought of the moving staircases, the hidden doorways, the smell of the kitchens, the echo of Filch's muttering behind them. Then he opened his eyes and spoke again.

"Cartographorus Revelio."

This time, the parchment glowed bright gold, and crisp, detailed lines unfurled across it, walls, hallways, secret passages. The skeleton of Hogwarts.

"YES!" James whooped. "See? I am brilliant."

"Don't get smug," Sirius said. "I haven't done my spell yet." But before they could rejoice more the skeleton disappeared.

Seeing this everyone got gloomy and then Sirius stood dramatically and cleared his throat. "This one's called Mappa Disclosa. It's supposed to unlock enchanted layers, like hidden rooms, trapdoors, you name it."

"Where'd you find it?" Remus asked, genuinely curious.

"Hidden behind the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Old leather book. Probably cursed. Definitely awesome."

He flicked his wand with flair.
"Mappa Disclosa!"

The parchment pulsed, then convulsed. Ink spread in odd zigzags, revealing secret rooms and passageways—then began bleeding off the edges.

"Er—" Sirius watched as part of the parchment curled at the edges, sizzling slightly.

"Counter it!" Remus barked, already waving his wand. "Finite Incantatem!"

The parchment stilled. Everyone exhaled.

Peter gulped. "That… almost went up in flames."

Sirius grinned sheepishly. "Little too much oomph. It'll be fine next time."

Remus moved forward, adjusting his wand grip. "Alright. My turn. This one's called Proximitas Indico. It's meant to detect and track magical signatures… basically, tell us who's where."

"Did you invent it?" James asked.

"Sort of. Pieced it together from bits of advanced Charms and stuff from Magical Creatures. Like how dragons sense intruders in their territory."

"Charming," Sirius said.

Remus focused and tapped the parchment.
"Proximitas Indico."

The ink shimmered again. Slowly, ghostly footprints began appearing, moving dots labeled Professor McGonagall, Nearly Headless Nick, Argus Filch.

Peter gasped. "It's working. Look—that's Filch two floors down!"

"And moving this way," James said, grinning. "God, this is going to be glorious." But just like how it happened with james' spell, this also disappeared, as soon as it came to be seen.

Now it was Peter's turn. He looked nervous.

"Mine's Cartographorus Illustratio. It's supposed to make the map visible to the caster and invisible to anyone else."

"You got that from a Slytherin, didn't you?" Sirius asked.

Peter looked guilty. "Sort of. I overheard one saying it hides messages in love letters from teachers."

"Ugh… Disgusting," Sirius muttered.

Ahhh… my boy want to write love letter to someone? James joked while putting his arm around peter's shoulder.

Peter smiled awkwardly saying No… lifted his wand with a trembling hand. And said,
"Cartographorus Illustratio."

Nothing happened.

Remus came to him, " peter, relax, say it out loud."

Peter said it again, " "Cartographorus Illustratio." This time a little louder.

The parchment went blank.

"Er—Pete?" James said, frowning. "You didn't mean invisible to everyone, did you?"

"NO—I—I meant just—hang on—"
Peter tried again.
"Illustratio Revealum!"

The map returned, now glowing softly, when they looked at it directly. It vanished again when they looked away.

Sirius's jaw dropped. "What is this!?

Peter blinked. "I… I Failed?"

All of them were confused as to what just happened… and what they were supposed to do with it.

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After the late-night breakthrough in the Room of Requirement, the four of them carefully gathered the parchment, vials, runes, and enchanted thread, packing them into an enchanted satchel James had charmed to be feather-light.

"Right," Sirius said, stretching. "We've got a half-working magical map and no idea why it dies a minute in."

"So," Peter said, hesitantly, "we tell professor?"

" Dumbledore?" remus asked

He is talking about Professor Gelatea Merrythought, Sirius interrupted.

James nodded. "hmm… well, she did ask us to do our research and that she will guide us …. And here in this case when we're ever dealing with advanced enchantments beyond our understanding, she'd rather we came to her before someone ends up with their eyebrows hexed off."

Remus muttered, "we should go to her then…"

The next day, The four boys sat awkwardly across from the elderly professor. The scent of lemon drops and old parchment hung in the air. Her walls were lined with odd magical artifacts: a glass case of werewolf claws, enchanted trap mirrors, and a crooked blackboard with dueling notes half-erased.

"You've been… busy," she said after they finished explaining. She peered at the Moonstone Parchment through her thin spectacles, tapping it gently with her wand.

"Mmm. The spells are well-structured, impressive for fourth-years. But there's something missing. You see this?" She pointed to a faint magical residue.

"Residual Arcana," Remus murmured. "From failed anchoring spells?"

"Exactly, my boy. You've laid brilliant groundwork. But none of it's anchored to anything permanent. It's like drawing on water. It holds… for a moment. Then it fades."

"So what's the fix? We tried to, but couldn't really get it solved…" James asked, leaning forward.

Merrythought smiled. "Magic this complex requires living memory, Potter. It needs a bond, a deeper magical connection to the place you're mapping, and to yourselves. You must cast the foundation spells not from theory, but from experience. Hmm I would suggest you all to go Roam the castle. Let it know you. Let the parchment learn with you."

Sirius blinked. "You're saying… the map has to be alive?"

"In a manner of speaking," she said. "Magic is more art than science. This map you see has to live you… and you must live the map."

This is was a difficult task for them. They couldn't understand anything. Remus buried himself in the books again and james started looking into things.

Back in the Room of Requirement, they cast the spells again, this time focusing not on Hogwarts in theory, but on memories. Of getting lost in the dungeons, of hiding behind statues, of running from Peeves. The parchment shimmered... and this time, it held for nearly two minutes.

"That's... it's working!" Peter said, eyes wide.

The map pulsed with light and faded gradually, instead of vanishing instantly.

"It's still not showing everything," Sirius muttered. "No names, no secret passages..."

"But it's progress," Remus said, quietly hopeful. "It's remembering us."

This is not a progress, its not working! Sirius said.

But this spark of success will be enough to keep us going. For a while. Atleast we know we are going in right direction", james said with an optimistic pause.

But as the days passed, nothing changed. The map stayed static, refusing to expand. The magic was not working and their every effort was stalled.

They sat in the common room, parchment rolled up and untouched for days.

"I'm starting to think we've hit a dead end," Peter said, flopping onto a cushion.

"We haven't failed," Remus said. "Just… paused."

James stared into the fire. "We need a new approach."

Sirius perked up suddenly. "What if... we walk the castle? Like actually walk it. And let the map follow us. Manually."

James suddenly added, " The map must live you and you must live the map."

Remus blinked. "That's... actually not a terrible idea."

Peter groaned. "It'll take forever."

"Forever's shorter when we divide it," James said. "One day each. We carry the map, record what we see. No shortcuts. We map it ourselves." He said, with a determination.

They drew up a schedule and Remus took the first day. He wandered through the second floor, past classrooms and trophy cases, the Marauder's Map held loosely in one hand. It stayed blank at first, until he noticed something odd. His footprint had appeared—just one dot labeled Remus Lupin, with a translucent glow surrounding it, a half-kilometer radius.

Curious, he stepped forward. The dot moved. And so did the faint lines around it. Remus stopped, he looked surprised and held the parachment tightly. It was a success. He took another step. More lines appeared, ever so slightly. His eyes widened. And then He broke into a run, in a certain direction while looking at the map. He traced his way up to the seventh floor, heart racing, and used the glowing radius to find the others near the Astronomy Tower.

"Guys! GUYS!"

James turned, surprised. "Remus? What—?"

"The map—it's learning as we move! Look!"

He opened the parchment. Now there were faint hallways, stairs—new lines where he had walked. Like footprints slowly forming a path. But it was only half a kilometer around him.

"No way," Sirius whispered, staring. "So it's... working?"

"Exactly," Remus said, breathless. "it senses the one who is holding the map and shows the area around him.

James grinned wide. "This... is bloody brilliant."

Peter stared at the parchment. "It's going to take ages."

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The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, dust, and enchantments too ancient for casual readers. Shelves towered high above, filled with tomes wrapped in protective spells and chains that rattled when disturbed.

James Potter was as usual sneaking into the restricted portion of the library trying to look up things related to their seemingly mission impossible. He was happy to see the success of the map though partial, but it was still confusing how the things were working. How it was possible that the map was showing them the radius around them where they stood. Why the moonstone parachment like this. There were so many questions. SO … Under the Invisibility Cloak, James Potter crept silently between the narrow aisles, heart pounding with the thrill of it. His wand, clutched tightly in one hand, gave off a faint glow from its tip—just enough to read by. In his other hand, he clutched a worn, leather-bound book: Secrets of the Ancient Runes by Emeric Switch.

Finally, he crouched at the far end of the aisle and opened the book on the floor, its pages crackling like dry leaves.

"Well…Alright, Emeric," he whispered, "show me your secrets."

The first few chapters were dense with rune etymology and spell logic, but then he saw it—an entire section titled "Runes of Resonance: Anchoring Enchanted Objects to Memory."

James's eyes lit up. He whispered aloud as he skimmed.

"Memory-binding magic... stabilized only when carved into enchanted material... layered with proximity glyphs... interaction-based triggers..."

He flipped the page—there it was. A diagram not unlike the moonstone Map. A circular rune surrounding the symbol for Intention and Movement, all bound by the ancient rune Ehwo, meaning trust and journey.

James quickly pulled out his notebook and began scribbling.

"Ehwo… trust… motion…" He paused. "Could be the final anchor. Could be what we're missing?"

Suddenly, the book gave a low, ominous hum.

James froze.

The runes on the page began glowing faintly—one of the enchantments had triggered.

He swore under his breath and quickly slammed the book shut. He shoved it back into the shelf as quietly as possible, pocketed his notes, and bolted toward the exit, ducking behind a shelf just as the ghost of Madam Pince floated into view, her translucent eyes scanning the aisles.

Holding his breath, James crept past her and slipped out the gate of the Restricted Section, disappearing into the shadows with only the sound of his footsteps echoing softly behind him.

There in Gryffindor common room, Sirius sat alone by the fire, his face lit by flickering flames and the occasional flash of stormlight outside the tall windows. A roll of parchment lay untouched beside him.

He took a deep breath and knelt on the rug, reaching into his robe pocket and pulling out a thin silver chain. Hanging from it was a charm—one used by old pure-blood families to summon their house-elves across distances.

He hesitated. Then he tapped it.

"Kreacher," he said softly. "Come here. I need your help."

For a long time, nothing happened.

Sirius said again, " Kreacher!" again nothing happened.

"Kreacher, I am ordering you! You dare disobey your master?!"

Then, with a faint crack, the elf appeared, hunched, sour-faced, with his usual expression of distrust.

"What do you want?" Kreacher said angrily.

Sirius's jaw tightened. "I'm not here to argue."

"I serve the House of Black, not the traitors who disobey the blood ties and befriend the lowly mud bloods" Kreacher hissed, "I don't have any master, who turns his back on his own family."

"Kreacher, I know what I am doing" Sirius said silently. "And I don't want anyone to understand me."

But I don't want to talk about that right now... I want to talk about magic," Sirius snapped. "The Room of Requirement—you've been inside it. You've helped others find things. I know you have."

Kreacher crossed his arms. "The Room hides what must be hidden. Kreacher does not speak of such things."

"You've spoken before," Sirius pressed. "Back home. You helped—helped my mother hide things. You know ancient magic. Things no one else remembers."

The elf's lip curled. "Those things were for the noble Blacks. Not… schoolboys."

" You also told me and my friends on how to find the room of requirements," didn't you?"

"Kreacher don't remember such thing", kreacher clearly went against his words.

Sirius inhaled sharply, then softened. "Kreacher. Please. This isn't about defying the family. It's about… something good. Something important."

Kreacher's eyes flickered, with uncertainty and And with a sharp crack, the elf was gone,

leaving Sirius alone.

Sirius sat still for a long time, staring into the fire. Then James burst into the common room, soaked with is own sweat, his eyes bright with excitement. As he saw lying Sirius by the fireplace with his arm on his face.

"Sirius!" james whispered, crouching beside him. "You awake?"

"Barely."

James dropped his notebook on the floor between them. "I found it. The rune. The anchor. I think this parchment is meant to bind itself to us. Not just our footsteps—our intentions. That's why it reacts but doesn't last. We're not finished casting."

Sirius sat up straight up staright. Seeing Sirius not in a good mood, james excitement got lost and putting his hand on Sirius shoulder he said," you alright?"

"Yeah"

"Doesn't seem like it, everything good in the family?

"Sirius gave a bitter smile. "Same that lecture on the blood purity as usual. Now even kreacher don't leave me be."

"Its because of us, isn't it?" james said silently

Sirius look up at him and say, " you are my friend! My brother! Don't hurt me by these statements, okay? Don't think about it!"

James smile, "well, if you ever get kicked out come with me" he said with a wink.

Sirius laugh, " well you said it now! Don't you dare back off now!

Then sirius blinked, and leaned in." now, tell me what you found"

"And you're sure you are alright okay!?" james asked again.

Seeing Sirius nod, james continue, "We need to carve the rune into the parchment with spell-forged ink. Magic that listens to who we are. If we do it right… the map becomes part of us."

Sirius gave a low whistle. "So, what are we waiting for?"

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The morning of March 10th, 1975, was unusually crisp and a little awkward. A light mist clung to the grounds of Hogwarts, curling lazily around the Whomping. Remus Lupin, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, was being rather suspiciously escorted by three grinning fellows—James, Sirius, and Peter, all of whom were acting far too pleased with themselves about something they hadn't yet told remus about.

"Why are we going to the Shrieking Shack now?" Remus asked for the third time, glancing at the rising sun. "It's not even dark!"

"No reason," James said, suppressing a smile. "Just thought it could use a bit of spring cleaning."

"Maybe we fancied breakfast with a view," Peter added with a mocking gesture.

"Or maybe we've decided to finally bury the rat in the attic," Sirius said, slinging an arm around Remus and Peter. "But Don't worry, we brought snacks, we are not letting you go hungry."

Remus raised a brow. "You lot are the worst liars. I can clearly tell that you are hiding something…"

Sirius chuckled. "Only when we're hiding something good. Aren't we James? Am I right Peter?"

James and peter both smiled back at him.

By the time they reached the base of the Whomping Willow, James had already pressed the knot on the trunk that froze its flailing branches. The passageway gaped open and one by one, the four of them slipped inside, their footsteps echoing as they walked the familiar path underground.

When they emerged into the dusty, creaking Shrieking Shack, Remus looked around, puzzled.

There was nothing peculiar.

"…You brought me here for?" remus didn't actually like coming to the shack as the scared place reminded of him what chaos and havoc he has casted upon this place every month.

"Oh, hush," Sirius said while putting a finger on remus's mouth. "You've lived here once a month. This place has a Sentimental value." He continued dramatically while putting his hand on his chest.

"Wait right here," James said, guiding Remus to sit on the rickety old sofa that only creaked a little less than Remus's joints after a full moon.

Remus sat, squinting at them. "What's going on?"

The three of them stood before him, exchanging glances, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Alright," James said, clearing his throat theatrically. "Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you…"

"The Greatest Show on Earth!" Sirius interrupted, throwing his arms wide.

Peter waved a hand like a magician's assistant. "Prepare to be amazed Remus, you will be really happy." He tried to snub his laugh.

And then—just like that—it happened. The three of them smiling vibrantly and James motioning Sirius to go first.

Sirius closed his eyes and then his bones compressed, limbs rearranging with fluid, eerie grace, until in his place stood a large, shaggy black dog with startlingly clever eyes. He shifted into a beautiful yet an intimidating black dog.

Remus gasped. Before he could say a word, Peter followed, shutting his eyes then after a minute he opened them.

"Huh…" peter exclaimed with proud.

James put his hand on his forehead. "Peter… you haven't shifted… try again."

Remus gave out an amusing laugh, and Sirius also rolled.

Hearing this peter looked to his hands and then to his body… "Ooopsss" and then shut his eyes and this time he succeeded, shrinking rapidly until a small, twitchy rat blinked up at him from the floorboards.

And then James. His transformation was almost regal, graceful, smooth, horns sprouting from his head as his frame lengthened, transformed, and within seconds, a majestic stag stood proudly in front of him, with its eyes bright expression clearly a sign that said, "We are here for you".

Remus stared, unmoving. And then, tears came to his eyes. Not the quiet, dramatic kind. Real, full-on tears that caught him entirely off-guard. He buried his face in his hands and laughed, even as he cried.

The three animals transformed back, almost in sync, and rushed toward him.

"Mate?" Sirius said, crouching beside him. "Are you alright? You're crying on your birthday, that's my job."

"You—" Remus choked out. "You absolute idiots."

James beamed. "Well, yeah. But clever idiots."

"You did it," Remus said, voice thick. "You actually… you became Animagi. For me."

"Of course we did," Peter said, puffing up proudly.

Sirius threw himself dramatically onto the sofa beside Remus. "You didn't seriously think we'd let you go furry and fanged alone every month, did you? Though we are pretty late."

James sat on the armrest, tossing an arm around his shoulders. Remus shook his head, laughing through his tears. "You could've been expelled. Worse. You broke so many laws—"

Sirius raised a hand. "Please, spare me the lecture. Save it for when Peter inevitably tries to sneak into the kitchens as a rat and gets caught in a mousetrap."

Peter crossed his arms. "You just wait until I start stealing all your socks."

"And James," Remus said, turning to him, still in awe. "A stag. Of course you'd become something noble."

James smirked. "Antlers look good on me, don't they?"

"You're going to knock things over every time you walk through a doorway," Sirius said. "It's going to be amazing."

Remus leaned back, wiping his eyes. The room, for once, didn't feel like a prison. It felt… warm. It felt like home.

"You don't understand what this means to me," he said quietly.

"No," Sirius said softly. "But we don't have to. We just know we'll be there, every time the moon rises. Dog, rat, and stag at your side."

Remus nodded. "this is the best birthday and the best surprise I've ever had."

Then, without warning, Sirius turned into a dog again and lunged onto Remus's lap, tail wagging and tongue hanging out.

"Off! Get off! You weigh a ton!" Remus laughed, trying to shove him off.

Peter turned back into a rat and scurried up James's antlers.

"Oi!" James shouted, mid-transformation. "This isn't a jungle gym, you sneaky rat!"

The room erupted in laughter and chaos—fur flying, furniture tipping, and four best friends losing themselves in the moment, in their mischief, in their unbreakable bond.

And for the first time in years, Remus didn't dread the next full moon.

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The night of the full moon loomed heavy over Hogwarts, casting silver light like a blade across the grounds. And it was time to test their success in protecting their friend. In the shadows of the Shrieking Shack, four boys—no, brothers—sat in silence, waiting.

Remus sat apart, hugging his knees to his chest tightly. He was pale, shaking slightly, eyes flicking up to the boarded windows where the moonlight had already began to filter in.

Sirius, unusually serious, crouched beside him. "You sure about this, remus?"

Remus gave a short, bitter laugh. "No. Not even slightly."

James reached into his pocket. "Then it's a good thing we are." He gave Sirius a look, then nodded at Peter. "On three."

And then, it happened. One by one, they transformed.

James' body lengthened and lifted, antlers sprouting as he became the powerful stag. Sirius, ever sleek, became the massive black dog, eyes gleaming in the dark. Peter, smallest of the three, vanished into a rat, whiskers twitching nervously.

Remus backed up to the wall, hands clawing at his arms. He could already feel the pain building—the sickening twist of bone and the stretch of skin that no spell could ease.

He didn't scream anymore. He just changed.

The werewolf stood before them, taller, broader, monstrous. His yellow eyes scanned the room, and for a moment—just a moment—there was still Remus inside them.

And then instinct took over.

The wolf growled low, uncertain. Three animals stood before him. Not prey. Not humans. Not a threat… yet.

But Sirius, in his excitement, stepped forward and gave a happy bark.

The wolf snapped. And alas all hell broke loose.

The werewolf lunged. James bolted, slamming into it with his antlers to knock it back. Peter scrambled up the rafters. Sirius bit into the creature's flank, trying to distract it. But Remus—the wolf—fought back harder, confused and furious, lashing out with teeth and claws.

The night was extremely long. Very Painful and of course Bloody.

And when the sun finally rose, they were all still there, bruised and battered, lying across the shattered floorboards of the Shrieking Shack like broken toys.

James was the first to groan. "Remind me never to underestimate you again, mate."

Remus blinked open crusty, bloodshot eyes. "You're… still here?"

Sirius rolled over, wincing as he pulled a claw mark from his arm. "Yeah, next time we'll leave you to redecorate the shack on your own."

Peter peeked out from under a broken chair. "I think I sprained my tail."

"You don't have a tail, PETER!" Sirius exclaimed irritatingly and painfully.

"I know! But it still hurts!"

Remus sat up slowly, surveying the damage he had done. There were splinters everywhere, the wallpaper was hanging off in strips, and James' cloak had somehow been impaled on a splintered bedpost. He swallowed hard, guilt rising like bile.

"I'm sorry. I—I hurt you."

James waved a weak hand. "If you ever say sorry again, I'll hex you."

Sirius grinned. "And if you try to bite me again, I will bite back."

They all laughed, despite their wounds, and for a brief moment, the pain didn't seem to matter.

As the four of them limped through the corridors like veterans of some invisible war. Bandaged, bruised, and proudly disheveled, it didn't go unnoticed.

Snape leaned against the wall, arms crossed, wearing the most poisnous expression known to mankind. "What happened, Potter? Trip down the stairs? Or were you all out for a moonlit frolic with a werewolf?"

James didn't even stop. He turned over his shoulder and grinned. "Ahh… Lily! I'm wounded! Will you help me?"

Lily, passing by, raised an eyebrow. "You'll need more than help to fix that face, Potter."

James clutched his chest. "She wounds me deeper than the werewolf!"

Snape glared at him, lips curled, but said nothing else as the four of them howled with laughter down the hallway.

The holidays came, and like previous summer, the four regrouped at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place—Black family's ancestral house.

The house was as dark and suffocating as ever. But the four boys lit it up with their laughter, their chaos, their plans.

As they huddled around the Map, talking about improvements, Kreacher wandered by, dusting the corner with long-suffering glares.

Sirius had been ignoring him for days, ever since his last debacle with Kreacher because of sirius's ongoing clash with the family.

But then the elf paused, its ears twitching.

"You speak of magic," Kreacher said slowly, turning. "Of… transformations. Of loyalty."

They froze.

"Uh… what about it?" Peter asked.

Kreacher approached the table, eyeing the half-finished parchment. "Show Kreacher."

James shrugged and handed it over. "It's just the map, mate."

The parchment was blank.

Kreacher tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and then, surprisingly, pulled out his own wand. It was small and knotted, made of dark wood.

He pointed it at the parchment and muttered something none of them recognized. The parchment glowed—just for a moment—and then faded again.

Kreacher looked up. "Empty."

"We know," Sirius muttered. "It only works inside Hogwarts. And even then, just a half-kilometre radius."

Kreacher was quiet for a long moment.

Then, unexpectedly, he said: "My mistress—your great-grandmother—once enchanted a tapestry that only revealed itself under moonlight and loyalty. Perhaps… your parchment seeks the same."

James leaned forward. "What do you mean?"

Kreacher looked away, almost reluctant. "You boys gave yourselves pain. For one who transforms. This is rare magic. It knows when you lie. And it rewards only when your intentions are true. And the connection is deep"

The boys looked at each other.

"We don't understand… What does this mean?"

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Kreacher look at them for a while and then without saying anything spread the parachment on the table, now all of their eyes glued to the table where the parchment lay, glowing faintly, and Kreacher, stood before them with a sharp look of suspicion in his eyes.

"Where did you get this parchment?" Kreacher demanded, squinting at the piece of paper with clear disdain.

Peter, unable to contain himself, blurted out, "From the Room of Requirement!"

Immediately, the others froze, their eyes wide. James nearly hit him. Why would Peter say that out loud? He mentally face-palmed, while Sirius shot Peter a quick, scathing glare.

Peter's face turned beet red. "I mean, uh, the... the library! Yeah, definitely the library!"

Kreacher's eyes narrowed, but instead of continuing his interrogation, he raised his wand and muttered, "Scourgify."

Nothing happened.

Sirius tilted his head, confused. "Kreacher, nothing happened. The map's still there. It's not dirty."

Kreacher, still not looking up, murmured, "Anything invisible doesn't mean it does not exist."

"But you have failed twice now", Peter added again.

Hearing this and without saying another word, the house-elf vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint, lingering smell of musty old robes.

The four of them stood in stunned silence. And looked sirously at peter.

"Did he just—?" James began, trying to take the attention from peter away.

"Vanished without even a pop?" Remus said, eyes wide. "That's some elf magic for you."

"Did he want to help us, or not?" Peter muttered, still staring at the spot where Kreacher had vanished.

A moment of quiet tension passed, and then thinking nothing of it, and understanding the absurdity of the situation they didn't think of it anymore.

But as James reached to fold the parchment, planning to hide it again, a sudden pop startled everyone again. Kreacher reappeared, holding something small and almost... ancient-looking in his hand. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and determination.

He eyed James carefully as the boy quickly jerked his hand away from the parchment. "What—what have you got there?" Sirius asked, his voice betraying the tiniest hint of concern.

Kreacher didn't answer immediately. Instead, he moved toward the table and laid what looked like a small pouch of dirt onto the parchment.

The room grew silent as Kreacher began to delicately spread the dirt across the parchment.

"What's that?" Peter asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

Kreacher glared at them. "Soil from all parts of Hogwarts—where magic runs thick, where secrets are buried, where old powers still linger," he muttered cryptically. "This is how the map will reveal its true form."

"Wait, so this dirt is magical?" Sirius asked, baffled. "It's from Hogwarts? Like, the entire school?"

Kreacher nodded curtly, without saying anything. James leaned in closer. "And now we spread it on the map?" he asked, sounding half incredulous, half excited.

Kreacher didn't answer. Instead, he took the pouch and scattered the soil evenly across the parchment. His hands moved with a deliberate slowness as he muttered an incantation under his breath.

"Malla totalum," Kreacher intoned, his voice deepening. "Revelio!"

The room grew eerily still as the soil began to shimmer under Kreacher's words. A faint glow emanated from the map. And then the soil disappeared into the parchment.

Four of them looked at each other and then at kreacher, "Kreacher!?" Sirius gave a questioning look to the elf but before the elf could say anything, slowly lines of ink began to form on the parchment, creeping across its surface like a river of liquid black. Scribbled words appeared and vanished, and a few moments later, something else emerged.

A name.

"No way," Sirius whispered, his eyes wide as the map finally revealed itself in full, detailed glory. "It's... it's actually working."

The whole room seemed to breathe as the map suddenly came alive before their eyes. It wasn't just a collection of meaningless lines anymore. The entire school—every corridor, every secret passage—appeared, even rooms they'd never been to before. And it was alive—a living map.

Everyone stared at it in stunned amazement.

James, wide-eyed, pointed. "Look! There! The room with all the broomsticks!"

"It's showing everything," Remus added, voice low. "The moving corridors... the hidden doors... and—oh, look—the common room!"

Peter's eyes were about to pop out of his head. "How is this even possible?"

James grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't know, but I think we just cracked the code, we've done it!"

The four of them stood around the map, overwhelmed by the success of their work, letting the glow of the map reflect in their eyes.

Kreacher, looking remarkably smug, nodded in approval. "This is a map of your making. A map of your loyalty. But do not forget," he warned, voice lowering, "it does not reveal all secrets. Only those you deserve to know."

With that cryptic statement, Kreacher turned and disappeared once again, leaving behind an odd silence.

Sirius broke it with a chuckle. "Okay, so that was insane."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to him vanishing like that," Peter said, eyes still darting around.

"But it works!" James added, excitement creeping back into his voice. "We can actually see the whole school now!"

Remus, still watching the map with a smile on his face, added quietly, "It's more than that. This... this is our legacy. A part of us."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you're getting all sentimental on us?"

Remus gave a soft laugh. "Maybe. But I think it's because, for once, we've done something bigger than us."

James slapped him on the back. And Sirius smirked. "Let's not forget, we've also created the ultimate cheat sheet. This'll make pranking a hundred times easier."

Peter's eyes sparkled. "What if we use it to sneak into the Slytherin common room?"

James rolled his eyes but grinned. "As much as I love a good prank, let's keep this map under wraps for now. We don't want it getting into the wrong hands."

Remus nodded. "Agreed. We've worked hard for this."

The group paused, standing around the table, watching as the map continued to glow softly in the dim light of Grimmauld Place.

"Should we… test it?" Peter asked, unable to contain his excitement.

"We will," James said with a wink.


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The four of them smiled, their faces lit by the flickering glow of the candlelight. The parchment lay before them, now fully formed with its intricate lines and shifting patterns. It was alive. But james knew it needed something more; something that would tie their hearts to it forever.

Days later…

James, grinning from ear to ear, glanced around at his friends as they gathered again a few days later, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, lads. It's time to make it ours; truly ours."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

James gestured to the parchment. "We need to make sure this map only responds to us. That means infusing it with something special; our essence." He paused, then added with a smirk, "So, what better way than our blood?"

Peter squeaked nervously. "Blood? Isn't that a little... extreme?"

"We've already made it this far, My boy. A bit of blood won't hurt," James said, winking at him.

Remus, ever the cautious one, raised a hand. "Are we sure this is a good idea? Infusing something with our blood could... well, it could bind us to it in ways we might not understand."

James gave him a reassuring smile. "Trust me, Moony. It's the only way to make sure it's truly ours; and besides, we'll only do it once. And with just a hint of blood."

Remus exchanged a glance with Sirius, who was already rolling up his sleeve. "Alright," Remus said, sighing, "but if anything goes wrong….."

Peter, despite his nervousness, followed suit, carefully rolling up his sleeve as well. James nodded at Sirius, who gave him an ready smile.

"Alright, then! One drop of blood each, and we're officially bound to this thing," James said, sounding both excited and serious. "On three. One... two... three!"

Each of them pricked their finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the parchment. The moment the blood touched the map, the parchment seemed to shudder and pulse. Lines of magic spiraled across the surface as the map hummed with newfound energy.

James stood back, grinning wildly. "It's done! Now; time for the charm. Scribimus Revalatio!"

The map glowed even brighter for a moment before settling into a calm, steady pulse.

Remus stared at the parchment, still not fully convinced. "Okay, now that it's done, what now?

Peter interrupted, "do you think it's safe to use names? I mean, we can't just use our real names, can we?"

Sirius snorted. "Not unless you want Snape, or worse, the Ministry, snooping around. Best to keep things... discreet."

James slapped his hands together, a look of mock seriousness crossing his face. "Right. We need to hide our identities. How about this; I shall be Prongs, naturally." He flashed a grin, holding up his hand to 'salute' himself.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Prongs? Because you've got that antler thing going for you?"

James grinned back. "Exactly. Now, Peter; "

"I'm Wormtail," Peter said, nearly jumping out of his seat. "I; I mean, it does fit," he stammered, clearly trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"Right," Remus said with a wink. "Moony, then. Not quite as flashy as Prongs, but; "

James interrupted, laughing. "Not quite as flashy? You're a werewolf, mate. That's plenty flashy already."

Sirius smirked. "And I guess that makes me Padfoot," he said, giving a dramatic bow. "No complaints here. It fits."

The four of them paused, smiling at each other. Their bond was real now, more than ever before.

James suddenly stopped, his eyes widening. "Wait... We need a group name. Something that represents who we are; our adventures, our spirit."

He glanced around the room, as though searching for the perfect inspiration. His eyes locked onto a nearby stack of newspapers, and as if by magic, his gaze fell upon one particular headline.

…………………

THE DAILY PROPHET
MINISTRY OF MAGIC OFFICIAL NEWSPAPER
VOL. 5, ISSUE 123
DATE: APRIL 17, 1975

WIZARDING WORLD CONDEMNS MARAUDING BANDITS

A group of rogue wizards, known for their brazen raids on wizarding villages and towns, has been wreaking havoc across the British countryside. The Ministry is currently investigating the activities of these Marauders, who are feared to be wreaking havoc across the wizarding world.

…………………

James' eyes lit up. "Marauders! That's it! Marauders! We're never up to anything good, always on some adventure, causing a bit of mischief here and there!"

Peter blinked. "Marauders? You mean like... those bandits?"

James grinned. "Exactly! And it's perfect. We're always sneaking around and causing chaos, but we're not exactly evil. Just a bunch of adventurers."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "I like it. It's got that rebellious ring to it. Marauders it is!"

James beamed. "Right! This map will be the Marauder's Map; our legacy!"

The four of them laughed, the sound of their amusement echoing through the room, but as they did, something strange happened.

The parchment shifted.

A series of words began to materialize in fine, flowing ink. It started with a faint scratching sound, like a quill against paper, and then; the words appeared.

"Marauder's Map welcomes the owners of this map..."

The Marauders froze, staring at the words in disbelief.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."

They all blinked. "What...?" Remus whispered, his voice barely audible. "How; how did it know our names?"

James, mouth agape, couldn't believe what he was seeing. "It's alive! The map... it knows us."

Sirius leaned over, scanning the words as if trying to make sense of them. "But how? We just decided on the names."

Peter was practically shaking with excitement. "This is mad! It's actually... alive!"

James' mind was racing. "It's like it's reacting to our bond. The map; the Marauder's Map; isn't just showing locations. It's showing our identity. And it's ours now. No one else can have this."

Remus looked at the map with a deep sense of awe. "It's more than just a map now…"

Sirius grinned, slapping James on the back. "Well, Prongs, looks like we've really done it this time."

James laughed, his voice filled with pride. "Yeah... I think we just made history."

Peter added, "The Marauders are officially born."

They all gathered around the map, the parchment glowing softly as their names; their true names; appeared, solidifying their place in the magical world.

But there was still that sense of wonder, that giddy feeling that maybe; just maybe; this was only the beginning of something much bigger. The Marauders weren't just students anymore. They were legends in the making. But right now they were smiling and looking at the legacy they didn't know would change many hands, with sheer amazement.



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The summer holidays had ended, and the four friends returned to Hogwarts with sun-browned faces and buzzing excitement, their most ambitious project complete. It was still their secret, the Marauder's Map, a magical marvel that only they understood.


"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Pettigrew; Professor Dumbledore would like to see you all in his office," said Professor McGonagall, raising an eyebrow as she handed the note across, the boys who were passing through the flood of students in the main hall .


Sirius nudged James. "We're not in any trouble, yet."


"Maybe Professor Dumbledore has found out we've been breaking a dozen school rules every week?" Peter mumbled nervously.


Remus, said, "If we were in real trouble, we wouldn't be invited to Dumbledore's office, instead we would be dragged."


Continuing this confused conversation they climbed the spiral staircase and stood before the great griffin-shaped door. "Sherbet lemon," James said with a loud voice, and the stone creature sprang aside.


Inside, as usual the office gleamed with odd contraptions, silvery instruments, and the flutter of phoenix wings. Dumbledore stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking out over the lake. He turned as they entered.


"Ah. Gentlemen. Please, sit." He smiled, his twinkling eyes scanning each of them. "I wanted to congratulate you...well, not officially, of course; on mastering your transfiguration. Becoming Animagi... at your age... that is no small feat, you should be proud of yourselves."


James tried to suppress his smile. Sirius failed spectacularly.


Peter muttered, "How did he...?"


"Nothing escapes him," Remus said quietly, nodding in respect.


"But," Dumbledore continued, "I trust your motivations were noble." A s he said this he eyed all of them, that made poor peter shiver as if he had done something wrong.


"They were," Remus said firmly. "They are."


Hmm… Its good if they are, but still you never know", Dumbledore continued with a smile as he stared at the scared peter and then looked at James who was looking as if he had a question.


"My Boy, I assume you have a good question."


James, eager as ever, leaned forward. "Sir... what's a Pensieve?"


Dumbledore looked mildly surprised, as if James had asked something far more complicated than what he is supposed to know. "Why do you wish to know?"


James shrugged, playing it cool. "Just curious, sir. It's in 'Secrets of the Ancient Runes.'"


"Ah... Emeric Switch's dangerous little book," Dumbledore murmured, stroking his beard. "Very well. Curiosity, when tempered with caution, is often the beginning of wisdom."


He turned to a cabinet and retrieved a shallow, silvery basin. The swirling light within it shimmered like moonlight on water.


"A Pensieve," he explained, "is a vessel for thoughts. One can place memories within it, remove them from the mind temporarily and observe them from a distance. Quite useful when your mind is overcrowded."


As Dumbledore spoke, he turned his back to adjust a few strands of memory swirling within the basin.


That was all the opportunity James needed.


Quick as a flash, he slipped the folded Marauder's Map from his robes and dipped it briefly into the swirling Pensieve. The parchment pulsed softly, absorbing something unseen, and James slid it back into his pocket just as Dumbledore turned around again.


"Fascinating," said Sirius, sounding a bit too innocent.


Peter nodded strongly. "Absolutely riveting, sir."


"I'm sure it is," Dumbledore said, narrowing his eyes with a knowing smile. "You are all dismissed."


As they all turned around to leave he continued, "I hope your map doesn't end in wrong hands… and is only used for the noble purpose with which you started…"


Then he stopped james behind and asked him to take a seat, "The world is changing, My boy. There are forces stirring; old, quiet ones, and new ones that wear familiar faces. People like you… the ones who shine too brightly, who fight too fiercely… they draw attention. Not just admiration, but shadows too. Be mindful. Sometimes, it's not your enemies who find you first; it's the darkness that fears what you might become."


James wanted to ask questions but before he could get out of his confusion or ask more, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Off you go now, your friends must be waiting."


Outside the office, once out of earshot, James looked back, with a feeling to go back in. but Sirius got to him. "You alright mate?"


"I guess", james said with a surprised expression.


Outside the office as the three of them looked at james walking with a serious expression their laughter faded and they fell into a thoughtful silence. Then James suddenly got out of this thoughts and pulled out the map.


"Alright, mates," James said, holding the map infront of them. "We've made a map, but I want to make the map. Not just ink and spells, but something more."


"More?" Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. "What else could we possibly add, flames that roast Snape on contact?"


James smirked. "Even better. We infused it with the Pensieve. That means it can hold memories...ours. I say we bind ourselves to the map."


Remus looked up. "Like a magical signature?"


"Exactly," James nodded. "Bits of who we are. Personalities. Our loyalty to each other. So the map... learns us. Remembers us. Responds only to people who mean no harm."


Peter squinted at the map. "So it won't work if someone's using it with bad intentions?"


"That's the idea," Remus said, understanding dawning in his voice. "If someone tries to exploit it, they'll get nothing but insults."


James smiled. "Or worse."


"That's not possible", peter totally rejected the idea. James laughed and interrupted him, " why not? We have already infused it with our blood and with the pensieve. Now the map is already binded to our memories and personalities connected to our blood.


"Watch this", then James raised his wand, cleared his throat, and said firmly, "Scribimus Revelatio."


The parchment shivered beneath their hands.


Sirius added, his voice lower, more thoughtful. "This way, it'll never reveal us, not unless it wants to? The map will sense intentions. It'll reject those who seek to abuse it?"


Peter leaned in. "So it's got... security?"


"It has us," Remus replied. "Bits of us. Think about it. If someone tries to open it with cruelty, malice, or curiosity alone... it'll stay silent. But if they want to use it to help, to protect someone, to uncover truth; it'll listen."


"And thanks to the Pensieve," James added, "it won't just show the present...it'll remember. It'll hold echoes of the places we've been. And people we've become. Our friends with be friends and foes will be foes"


A quiet passed over them, the weight of what they'd done settling on their shoulders like a proud cloak and a heavy responsibility, this reminded them of Dumbledore's advice, to don't let it fall into wrong hands.


Peter again interrupted, " He knew even about the map!"


Remus smiled, " I told you, nothing occurring in Hogwarts stays hidden from him. He is not the most powerful wizard for no reason, why do you think Qilin bowed to him making him the Supreme Mugwump."


Supreme Mugwump? Peter stared at remus with surprise. Sirius added while putting him arms around both of them, "the title of the head of the International Confederation of Wizards. The position is the highest office in the wizarding world."


" He was Supreme Mugwump? When? How? " Peter asked.


"Nah, he refused". James added. "Its, I think it was 1932… after the Qilin bowed to him, am I right?" james asked while looking at remus and Sirius.


"Yeah" Sirius said and remus nodded, leaving peter in utter surprise.


Then james looked at the map and a slight smile came on his face.


"Did something happen?," Peter whispered as he saw smiling James.


"What did you do?" Remus asked, with a smile.


"Shhh. Let's find out, together" james responded.


As the reached the main hall and sitting closely at a corner away from all attention, clearing a space on a table for the map. James set down a piece of scarlet cloth and gently placed the parchment on it.


"Here goes nothing." He tapped the map with his wand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."


Whats that? Remus asked. Well we are not really up to any good, james said with a shrug.


The parchment glowed and then, as if stirred by unseen ink, began to write in curling, elegant script:


Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs welcome you to the Marauder's Map.


James smiled. "Brilliant. Now, as I told you earlier, I added something from the Pensieve, it's bound to memory now. That means it's semi-sentient. It remembers us."


Sirius clapped. "Yeah. And I think its absolute bloody genius."


James added. "If anyone insults the map... it should retaliate."


Peter scoffed. "It's a piece of parchment. It can't do anything. I can't believe it can"


James smirked. "Go ahead Mate. Try it."


Peter raised his chin defiantly. "Fine. I solemnly swear I am up to no good."


Nothing. The map stayed blank.


Peter looked around. "Wait...what?"


James, Sirius, and Remus burst into laughter. "Try again, Wormtail," Sirius said, wiping tears from his eyes.


"This is a useless map!" Peter got angry now on his insult.


I'm telling you… secrets revelio!" Peter snapped in frustration as james looked at him to go on.


Suddenly, ink bloomed on the page:


Mr. Prongs advises Mr. Wormtail to keep his tail in his trousers unless he wants it caught…


The room exploded with laughter. Peter turned redder than a Gryffindor banner.


"You did something to it!!!?" Peter cried.


"Only if you insult it," James said between wheezes of laughter. "The map's got standards. Mate!"


Remus chuckled. "May I?"


James handed him the map with a soft smile. "Go ahead."


Remus took the parchment in his hands like a sacred object. He held it for a moment, quietly, then whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."


This time, the map sprang to life not just with corridors and names, but something warmer. Familiar. Personal. The Shrieking Shack. The Whomping Willow. The path they always took on full moon nights.


Remus swallowed hard. "You all did this for me…"


"You're one of us," Sirius said simply.


"we did it for us," James added, clapping him on the shoulder. "We did it and we are now one under this map."


The moment was tender, until Remus suddenly looked at the map and smirked.


"Er... not to ruin the mood, but... Snape's on the move. Coming this way."


The Marauders looked at one another. Glances exchanged.


"Time to vanish?" Sirius suggested.


"Time to run," James corrected.


And with that, they bolted, as the four of them laughed, stumbled over furniture, robes flying, laughter echoing in the corridor behind them, and disappeared out behind the the portrait hole.


The map flying back into James's robes. Its final message shimmering for only a moment:


Let no friend ever walk alone in the dark again.


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