•Your Pov•

Looking around the crowd not really listening to what Hagrid was saying. I continue looking around and my eyes finally met with glossy dark blue eyes. I look to see Ron looking at me and I quickly look at the front again feeling my cheeks heat up embarrassed.

I was now spacing out again. And I snap back into reality when I saw everyone take a step back. I look seeing Hagrid walk up to me and placing me on buckbeat. Knowing we all already had a try to bow at it already.

"H-Huh?!" I whisper . As buckbeat was about to take off Harry's cuts in.

"Er- Let me go with her!" Harry explained stepping out of the crowd. Hagrid and the rest were a bit shocked but not as much seeming as we are siblings.

"Alrigh'  then." Hagrid also picked harry put him on buckbeat.

"Okay and go!" Hagrid slightly shouted and I felt myself take off seeing buckbeats wings come out and flapping. I heard harry screaming in happiness while I was quivering in fear. I hold onto him tightly closing my eyes. Tightly.  and I mean tightly.

"H-Harry when i-is this o-over?" I ask stutter in half of my sentence. I could feel my arms tighten feeling ourselves going up again.

"You'll be fine (Y/n)!"  Harey insured me as he patted my head making me feel a bit more calm.

•Time Skip•

•Your Pov•

"Harry you know Mcgonagall cant sign it!"

"Why not?" He asked as we were running through the halls.

"Because she isnt our parent or guardian!" I say quickly now knowing harry wasnt listening at all.

We'd finally reach and I'd watch harry basically begging for Mcgonagall to sign. But is was the same answer.

"No.."

I look at the crowd and I finally saw Ron. He gave me a lop side smile making me chuckle slightly seeing how dorky he was.

"Harry this is stupid C'mon!"

We were walking around going to our next class. I sigh knowing I wouldn't be with Ron the whole day.  HUH I MEAN I'm sad that I wont be Ron AND Hermione!

I sigh feeling my cheeks turn a rosy pink embarrassed .

"Psst-- Potters."

We heard a faint whisper and I immediately knew who it was.

"Yes. Fred. And George?" I ask. We were walking down the steps when we were stopped by the two weasleys.

“What are you doing?” said Harry curiously. “How come you’re not going to Hogsmeade?”

“We’ve come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go,” said Fred, with a mysterious wink.
“Come in here…”

“Early Christmas present for you, two” he said.

Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it. Harry, suspecting one of Fred and George’s jokes, stared at it.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“This, Harry, is the secret of our success,” said George, patting the parchment fondly.
“It’s a wrench, giving it to you,” said Fred,

“but we decided last night, your need’s greater than ours.”

“Anyway, we know it by heart,” said George. “We bequeath it to you. We don’t really need it anymore.”

“And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?” said Harry.

“A bit of old parchment!” said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as though Harry had
mortally offended him. “Explain, George.”

He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider’s web from the point that George’s wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment;
then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present
THE MARAUDER’S MAP.

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable
thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing.
Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor
Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker’s cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second
floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as My
eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else.

"Whoa...This map showed a set of passages he had never entered. And many of them seemed to lead —"

“Right into Hogsmeade,” said Fred, tracing one of them with his finger. “There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four” — he pointed them out — “but we’re sure we’re the only ones who know about these. Don’t bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor. We used it until last winter, but it’s caved in — completely blocked. And we don’t reckon anyone’s
ever used this one, because the Whomping Willow’s planted right over the entrance. But this one
here, this one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We’ve used it loads of times. And as you
might’ve noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone’s hump.”

“Right,” said George briskly. “Don’t forget to wipe it after you’ve used it —”
“— or anyone can read it,” Fred said warningly.
“Just tap it again and say, ‘Mischief managed!’ And it’ll go blank.”
“So, young Harry,” said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, “mind you behave
yourself.”
“See you in Honeydukes,” said George, winking.

I look at harry as I watch him hold the peice of paper.

"Well what are we waiting for?"