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Era: Various

Characters: Filch, Sirius, James, Fred, George, Remus

Summary:

*Written for my 'Marauders Map' challenge and mixed with Ashli's 'Marauders Map' challenge, the marauders are awesome's 'Twins and Marauders' challenge, and CheleCooke's 'The Missing Scene' challenge on HPFF* This is the tale of the Marauders Map…


Part Two: Discovery

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

"It isn't right," Hermione scowled. "He is an excellent teacher."

"We know that Hermione, but he's right you know? I bet loads of people are writing letters home right now," Ron said and scuffed the floor of the common room with his shoe. The last few hours hadn't been particularly happy ones for them what with the Slytherins doing a splendid job at spreading the word of Professor Lupin's 'ailment.'

Harry, who sat across from them, didn't say anything. He hadn't said more than simple phrase since Professor Lupin told him he would be resigning several hours previous. All his mind could focus on was the fact that it wasn't right, and while he knew many people who felt the same, it angered him when they said there was nothing that could be done.

"Why so down?" came Fred, or perhaps George, as the two plopped down in chairs next to the three very grumpy looking third years.

"Haven't run into any Slytherins yet I take it," Harry said. His voice surprised Hermione and Ron, both of whom had begun to except him to be mute to whatever they said.

"Sure we have. Remember Montague's reaction Fred?" George joked and high-fived his twin brother.

"It will most certainly become a classic George," Fred replied happily. "So what does our running into Slytherins got to do with you three being grouchy?"

"Professor Lupin is resigning because of their big mouths is what," Ron grumbled and crossed his arms. Why were his brothers acting so nonchalant about all this? While he was certain they had heard by now; his brothers knew every dirty detail about the school, from the secret passages into Hogsmeade to the 'supposed to be' secret meetings of Madam Pince and Argus Filch; he thought for sure that this would be something to flabbergast them.

"Oh yeah, that werewolf stuff is it? Don't see what the big deal is myself," Fred shrugged as if the news that his teacher was a werewolf wasn't a big deal in the least. "What about you George?"

"Can you imagine, everything we know? Well the teachers would be resigning left and right wouldn't they?" George joked and Fred grinned his response. "But what's it matter? He's on our side, good enough for me."

"Why are you two acting so carefree about this? Did you somehow figure it out before today?" Hermione asked, wondering if, like her, they had somehow figured out his condition before it became public news.

"Didn't have to figure out anything really," George said with an impish grin that cause Ron, Harry, and Hermione to glance at each other nervously over what he would say next. "We got it straight from the source."

"He told you?" the three cried, dumbfounded at what they were hearing. The Remus Lupin they knew would never do such a thing.

"In a way, sort of vicariously," Fred said with a pat on his twin's shoulder. "The rest we just pieces together ourselves."

"Wasn't that hard either, what with that talk we had at the beginning of the year and the map of course," George said as he straightened up a bit in his set to get comfortable. The three younger kids were looking at him utterly confused, "what? Don't look at me like I'm daft. If you haven't noticed, that map's got a mind of its own."

"Four to be exact," Fred stated, correcting his brother. "And one of those minds just happens to belong to our Professor Lupin. I felt right proud of him after that talk, you remember George?"

"Right proud," George repeated and both twins laughed, remembering exactly what had happened at the beginning of the year as Harry, Ron, and Hermione remained speechless at Fred and George's astounding ability to figure out what they weren't supposed to know.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts class had just finished and the other kids were hurrying to get out of the room as Professor Lupin called after them. "Fred, George, may I speak with you a moment?"

"What's up professor?" George asked as the twins looked at each other curiously when they reached his desk.

"I wanted to ask you about your essays on animagus." Professor Lupin held up their individual essays, both had a large 'O' on them.

"What's the matter professor? You gave us an outstanding grade," Fred asked rather confused.

"The problem, boys, is the depth at which you described becoming an animagus." Professor Lupin narrowed his eyes just enough to make the twins fidget.

"Well professor," George looked to Fred and they seemed to come to a silent agreement on how to proceed, "we did have a little help in that department."

"And where exactly did such detailed information come from? Certainly not from the library or any legal method of research," Professor Lupin set the papers down and crossed his arms in a disapproving manner. He was trying to appear as if he was upset with them, to appear the way a teacher should when a student includes rather scandalous information in their homework.

The truth, however, was that he was not in the least upset, but rather highly curious where they had gotten the information from. It reminded him of how James, Sirius, and Peter had gotten a hold of the information during his second year. Yet back then it had been a lot easier.

"Well we got the help from Mr. Prongs and Mr. Padfoot," Fred stated, trying to sound as if these people were reliable sources and that Professor Lupin shouldn't worry.

Conversely, he just stared at them, utterly gripped with disbelief. How could he possible respond to that? How could these two boys be talking to people from his childhood, one dead and one imprisoned in Azkaban for the others murder? Fred and George glanced at each other hesitantly, both wondering why those names had struck their professor dumb.

"I suppose Mr. Moony and Mr. Wormtail also assisted," Professor Lupin finally asked, his voice was a mixture of smug amusement and bewildered hysteria.

"Uh," the twins stammered, astonished that their professor actually knew the names they had mentioned, not only knew them but also the other two as well.

"No, actually, Mr. Wormtail and Mr. Moony didn't want to help. Said it would only get us into trouble," Fred said with a tentative laugh.

"Guess they were right," George said with a shrug to his twin. Yet as much as he had respect for the caution Mr. Wormtail and Mr. Moony had offered, he was glad that they hadn't listened. Not listening had given them the opportunity to discover that their own teacher knew about their heroes. Perhaps he could tell them more about the messrs they owed so much too.

"They were," Professor Lupin sighed, finally coming to understand how Harry had gotten hold of the map that he and his comrades had made in their sixth year. These next generation marauders must have taken it out of Filch's office somehow and given it to him. Yet he still did not understand how they had figured out how to work it. "However, that trouble luckily ends with me."

"Professor, can I ask, how is it you know who we're talking about?" George asked and they both leaned in curiously.

Professor Lupin smiled pleasantly, "having spoken with Mr. Moony, I believe you have all the information you need."