Author's notes: I love getting reveiws, cause it keeps me going. So please,
please review.
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Draco stumbled out of bed, and rubbed his eyes. They were watering horribly, though it took a moment ot realize exactly why. He clapped his hands over his mouth as a rotten smell reached his nose. The dorm mates were opening their hangings, out of curiosity. They all gave yells about bad the smell was, but the only person Draco pitied was Remus, who had fallen over, feeling sick. Draco was personally very glad he didn't have a werewolf's senses.
They all hurried out of the room and down to the common room, which, if possible, smelled even worse. They heard clattering as other students left their dorms to escape the smell.
"Ugh," Remus said, supported by Sirius and James. "Who set off dungbombs throughout the entire tower?"
"Wasn't me," James and Sirius said in unison.
"Well," Remus said. "It certainly wasn't me."
Draco walked over the the portrait hole, and pulled a slip of paper off the back. "We thank the Marauders for help to the entrance to the Gryffindor tower. We couldn't have done it without them," he read.
From all over the common room, people turned to glare at Sirius, Remus, and James. Sirius let go of Remus and walked over to Draco, pulling the note out of his hand.
"Slytherins," he muttered. "But how . . . . . . . . .?"
"That's what I would like to know," James said, pulling up Remus, who had been sliding down his shoulder.
"Map," Remus groaned. They all looked at him.
"Map?" Draco inquired.
"They must have found it," Remus groaned.
"How would they find it?" Sirius asked.
"I had hidden it in the book that Clemens took away from me," Remus said. "They must have noticed it sticking out."
"Did you wipe it?" James asked, desperately.
Remus didn't say anything for a moment, then shook his head.
Sirius softly cursed, and James closed his eyes. "We need to find it," he said, finally.
They all nodded.
Of course, it was easier said than done. By the end of the next day, they had threatened, beat up, or searched nearly every Slytherin that crossed their path, and still no luck.
"Hey, Black!" a voice drifted across the courtyard, and they looked around to see Snape heading toward them. "Didn't find your little map?"
Sirius jumped up, and James cracked his knuckles. "Where is it?" Sirius said.
"I handed it in. Something like that shouldn't be in the hands of students."
"Why you---!" but Sirius was cut off by Remus.
"Who did you give it too?"
"Filch," Snape said, smirking. "Well, I'll see you in class."
They watched his retreating back.
"Well," Remus said, somewhat sadly. "Now we're busted."
"Good thing I put that charm on it!" Sirius said, cheerfully.
"What charm?" they asked.
"It wipes if a teacher looks at it," Sirius said.
The all stared in disbelief at Sirius.
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Author's notes: Well, there you go. It was confiscated by Filch!
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Draco stumbled out of bed, and rubbed his eyes. They were watering horribly, though it took a moment ot realize exactly why. He clapped his hands over his mouth as a rotten smell reached his nose. The dorm mates were opening their hangings, out of curiosity. They all gave yells about bad the smell was, but the only person Draco pitied was Remus, who had fallen over, feeling sick. Draco was personally very glad he didn't have a werewolf's senses.
They all hurried out of the room and down to the common room, which, if possible, smelled even worse. They heard clattering as other students left their dorms to escape the smell.
"Ugh," Remus said, supported by Sirius and James. "Who set off dungbombs throughout the entire tower?"
"Wasn't me," James and Sirius said in unison.
"Well," Remus said. "It certainly wasn't me."
Draco walked over the the portrait hole, and pulled a slip of paper off the back. "We thank the Marauders for help to the entrance to the Gryffindor tower. We couldn't have done it without them," he read.
From all over the common room, people turned to glare at Sirius, Remus, and James. Sirius let go of Remus and walked over to Draco, pulling the note out of his hand.
"Slytherins," he muttered. "But how . . . . . . . . .?"
"That's what I would like to know," James said, pulling up Remus, who had been sliding down his shoulder.
"Map," Remus groaned. They all looked at him.
"Map?" Draco inquired.
"They must have found it," Remus groaned.
"How would they find it?" Sirius asked.
"I had hidden it in the book that Clemens took away from me," Remus said. "They must have noticed it sticking out."
"Did you wipe it?" James asked, desperately.
Remus didn't say anything for a moment, then shook his head.
Sirius softly cursed, and James closed his eyes. "We need to find it," he said, finally.
They all nodded.
Of course, it was easier said than done. By the end of the next day, they had threatened, beat up, or searched nearly every Slytherin that crossed their path, and still no luck.
"Hey, Black!" a voice drifted across the courtyard, and they looked around to see Snape heading toward them. "Didn't find your little map?"
Sirius jumped up, and James cracked his knuckles. "Where is it?" Sirius said.
"I handed it in. Something like that shouldn't be in the hands of students."
"Why you---!" but Sirius was cut off by Remus.
"Who did you give it too?"
"Filch," Snape said, smirking. "Well, I'll see you in class."
They watched his retreating back.
"Well," Remus said, somewhat sadly. "Now we're busted."
"Good thing I put that charm on it!" Sirius said, cheerfully.
"What charm?" they asked.
"It wipes if a teacher looks at it," Sirius said.
The all stared in disbelief at Sirius.
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Author's notes: Well, there you go. It was confiscated by Filch!