Harry once again lay awake in bed. His striking green eye's piercing through the darkness like a knife on flesh. He felt restless. He needed to do something. Anything. In a rush to occupy his mind, he reached into his bed side table and pulled out the Marauder's map.

Picking up his wand that lay on top of his bed side table, he pointed it at the yellowing, blank piece of parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He whispered into the darkness, glancing at all his friends, checking that he did not make any disturbances.

Ink filled the blank piece of paper, revealing a map of the school, leaving the castle vulnerable to anybody who held it in their hands.

Harry scanned the parchment. Everyone was in their rightful places. His eye's lingered on the dots of Robyn and Hermione, hoping Sirius didn't appear out of the shadows and put them in danger like he did with Harry and Ron a couple of weeks ago.

Harry noticed Dumbledore was pacing in his study again, making the bespectacled boy frown. After trying to figure out what was on Dumbledore's mind, keeping him awake this late, Harry's eye's finally landed on a dot that made his eyebrows furrow together. A deep burning feeling of confusion and curiosity filled him.

Peter Pettigrew is dead, Harry thought. McGonagall said so. So how can he be on the map?

Harry couldn't deal with all the burning questions running around his head. He got up and put on a jumper over his pajamas, shielding him from the cold. He crept down the stairs and out of the Common Room, glancing at the map every now and then to see if he was going the right way.

His wand light blared out, fighting against the endless darkness. He had cast the Lumos charm to help him.

Portraits groaned and stirred from their sleep as they were blinded, shooting rude remarks Harry's way. He ignored them for the most part, only mumbling a sorry a couple of times. His eye's stayed glued on the corridor in front of him, sometimes checking if he was going the right way or to see if a wandering Professor came his way.

Suddenly, Peter Pettigrew's dot grew closer and closer, making the bespectacled boy squint through the darkness of the corridor. But he saw nothing. No silhouette. No noise. No evidence there was anything there at all.

Harry glanced back at the map and panic filled him. The dot was twenty yards away from him. Ten. Harry felt an excited yet panicked rush fill him. He wanted to know everything that had happened to Peter. He would finally know the truth. He could learn new things about his parents.

Pettigrew was seconds away and Harry felt his heart drop. Surely he would have seen him by now...?

Harry jumped. The dot of Peter moved straight past his own. Harry trailed his wand along the floors, all around him but there was nothing. Even more confusion burned him. Peter was long gone, leaving Harry standing lost and hopeless and confused in the middle of the pitch black corridor. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.

Footsteps echoed quietly and Harry glanced at the map. Approaching fast was Severus Snape. There was nowhere Harry could go. It was too late to run for it. Hastily, Harry pointed his wand at the map and mumbled a quick 'Mischief managed,' and then put out his wand light and shoved both the map and his wand in his jumper pocket. A bright blare of light greeted Harry's tired eye's, making him shy away.

"Potter. What're you doing wandering the corridors at night?" The cold sneer of Professor Snape greeted Harry.

Harry stared at the bat like man coldly. "I was... I was... sleepwalking..." Harry wanted to hit himself on the forehead instantly as the words left his lips. He was the worst at lying.

A sneer curdled the corners of Snape's lips. "How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle-" Snape hissed. Anger filled Harry in a big ball of burning hot rage.

"My dad didn't strut. Nor do I. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate you lowering your wand." Harry spat, glaring at Snape with so much hatred, he was surprised that Snape didn't even falter under his intense stare.

The Professor merely eyed The Boy Who Lived coldly and with much effort, lowered his wand. "Turn out your pockets."

Harry stood still, still glaring, though slight panic filled his stomach.

"Turn out your pockets!"

Not being able to come up with an excuse, Harry slowly and reluctantly turned out his pockets, only revealing his wand and a supposedly blank piece of parchment. Seeing the yellow paper, Snape's eye's glittered.

"And this. What might it be?" Snape drawled, a slight smirk etching his thin lips, showing a small line of yellow teeth.

"Spare bit of parchment..." Harry lied, shrugging.

"Really..." Snape raised an eyebrow, poising his wand. "Reveal your secret!"

To Harry's horror and Snape's great delight, words and ink began to fill the page. Snape studied the boy with a sadistic half-smile on his lips.

Extending the paper to Harry, Snape said: "Read it."

Once again Harry reluctantly followed Snape's orders. "'Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and...'"

"Go on." The Professor urged.

A taunting, cocky smirk filled Harry's face as he tried his best not to laugh at the parchment. "...'and request that he keeps his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.'"

Harry smirked, his eye's taunting Snape as he watched the ageing man's smile drop into a cold sneer.

"Why you insolent little-"

"Professor...?" Snape and Harry turned to see Professor Lupin standing in the shadows.

"Well, well. Lupin. Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?"

Lupin didn't even acknowledge Snape's presence. "Harry? You all right?"

"That remains to be seen. I've just now confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr. Potter. Take a look, Lupin. This is suppose to be your area of expertise."

Lupin took the piece of parchment and glanced at Harry. Harry's heart sunk. Lupin knew what it was, Harry could tell.

"Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic." Snape accused. Harry felt a burning hatred for the man, a burning hatred that he had felt ever since his first year.

"I seriously doubt that, Severus. It looks to me as if it merely insults anyone who tries to read it. I suspect it's a Zonko product. Nevertheless, I shall pursue any hidden qualities it may possess. As you say, it's my area of expertise. Come, Harry." Lupin began to walk away, and Harry followed, trying not to smirk at Snape as he walked past.

Harry entered Lupin's classroom and didn't really know who he preferred to get told off by. Though Severus would have been completely unfair, the way Lupin was fuming, Harry thought he would have been better off with the greasy haired git.

"I don't know how this map came to be in your possession, Harry, but I'm astounded that you didn't turn it in. Did you ever stop to think that this -- in the hands of Sirius Black -- is a map to you?" Lupin said, his voice raised. Harry kept silent, feeling ashamed.

"Your father didn't set much store by rules either. But he and your mother did give their lives to save yours. Gambling their sacrifice by walking about the castle unprotected, with a killer on the loose, strikes me as a poor way to repay them. I won't cover up for you again, Harry." Lupin yelled, shaking from anger.

The sinking feeling came back to Harry. He felt ashamed of himself. He had not gave Sirius Black a second thought. He let his curiosity take over him. Harry lingered his eye's on the bright moon shining through the window as the Professor slammed the map on to the table and began to sort through papers. Harry turned to leave, then stopped, deciding on something.

"Professor. Just so you know, I don't think the map always works. Earlier, it showed someone in the castle. Someone I know to be dead." Harry said, choosing his words carfully.

With the Professor only half listening, he mumbled a quick reply. "And who was that, Harry?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

Harry saw Lupin go rigid slightly then he carried on shuffling through papers.

"Very well. I'd like you to return to your dormitory now. Oh, and Harry? Don't take any detours." Lupin tapped the map. "If you do. I'll know."

>>>

"Relax... Let your mind... go..."

Once again the trio and Robyn found themselves stuck in Professor Trelawney's class.

The thick overpowering smell of perfume filled their noses and the lack of light made them all sleepy.

It was morning now, and Harry still felt ashamed from what he did the evening before. He could have got himself killed. But he didn't really care about that, it was the fact that he no longer held the Marauder's map in his possession.

"Crystal-gazing requires that you clear the Inner Eye. Only then, will you... See. Oh my, what do we have here...?" Trelawney eyed Harry's crystal ball and Hermione rolled her eye's. But Robyn felt anticipation.

"Here we go again. It's the Grim! It's the Grim!" Hermione muttered out sarcastically. Robyn gaped at her.

"Hermione!" Robyn gasped with shock and amusement. Robyn had never known Hermione to cross a teacher wrongly. She practically worshipped the Professors.

Trelawney narrowed her eye's at the bushy haired, young girl. "My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave."

Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but surprisingly nothing came out. Stung, Hermione leaped up gracelessly and swung her bag around her shoulder, in the process knocking over her crystal ball. Taking no notice, Hermione marched out of the room, her head held high. Robyn once again gaped.

"Did that just happen?" Robyn asked, not quite believing what she just saw. "Did Hermione Jean Granger just walk out of class without permission?"

"Yes, I believe she just did." Harry said, his eye's trained on the crystal ball still rolling away.

"'In late spring, one of our number will leave us forever!' You knew, Professor! You saw."

"On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Brown." Professor Trelawney said, her magnified eye's staring at the door in which Hermione walked out.

>>>

The students began to exit the Divination classroom.

"She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see..." Ron said to Robyn in which she smiled weakly.

Ever since Ron said that horrible sentence to Harry, the two (Ron and Harry) have been wary. They still talk but Ron seemed to think he will say something horrible again, so he has tried his best to try and avoid being with Harry on his own. Ron glanced at Harry then walked ahead.

"Seriously." Robyn mumbled under her breath, glancing at Ron's retreating figure sadly. She hated when her best friend's fell out. She just hoped they would be back to normal soon. Robyn also noticed Harry looking at Ron. They missed eachother, Robyn could tell but they were being stubborn.

Robyn suddenly noticed the crystal ball Hermione had knocked over and picked it up. A gentle hand suddenly slid into her's and took the crystal ball.

"You go and find Hermione and Ron. I'll catch you up later." Harry's voice met Robyn's ears and she felt her heart skip a beat.

"Are you sure?" Robyn asked, turning to face Harry, though she didn't look him directly in the eye's for she had felt her face go hot and red.

"Yeah, now go." Robyn nodded and turned on her heels, walking away from Harry. Though, she found it much more harder then she should have.

Harry walked back into Trelawney's class. He walked over to the table he had sat around and placed the crystal ball back in its rightful place.

Harry turned to leave when the mist inside the crystal ball darkened. Harry leaned in closer, his eye's staring curiously at the glass ball. The mist suddenly took the form of a black shaggy dog. Harry stood, fear making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

All of a sudden, a hand snatched Harry's shoulder. He could feel long nails piercing his skin. Harry wheeled around.

"Professor Trelawney --" Harry gasped, looking at the Professor in shock.

"He will return tonight...." Professor Trelawney's voice came out deep and raspy. Her eye's glazed over. Harry stiffened.

"S-sorry?" Harry stuttered, scared.

"Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the servant shall break free. He and his Master shall be reunited. It cannot be prevented." Trelawney's voice was eerily hollow and a savage smile filled her face, when suddenly it dropped.

Her whole body went limp. When she finally lifted her head back up, she blinked. Harry stared at the old woman in front of him in fear.

Trelawney looked at her hand that lay on Harry's shoulder. "So sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?"

This time the Professor's voice came out normal. Harry shook his head, wanting to get away from the Professor as fast as he could.

"No. Nothing."

Harry then rushed off, glancing over his shoulder every other second. He went to find his three best friends. Once he did, he told them everything that had just happened. They listened to every word.

(Hope you like it.)