#marauders map
Mischief Meownaged!
James: I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to be a parent. I can’t even raise a spider, how do you expect me to kill a child?
Remus: Are you sure you worded that right?
James: I fucked up
You just know remus is looking at him with a very specific ‘disappointed but not surprised’ look
Sirius Black: Big Dog energy.
I don’t know either. I made this at 3am.
Harry had always assumed that one of his children would inherit the Marauder’s Map. It had come down to him from his father after all, even if it did make a slight detour with the Weasley twins. And much as he treasured it, it really did belong at Hogwarts.
Unfortunately, none of his children seemed particularly interested in receiving it.
James spent any free time he had on the Quidditch pitch. Albus was usually in the library or tutoring someone in the Common Room and the safe bet was on his becoming Head Boy (George had already put down three galleons on it). Lily was only in her first year, but Hagrid was writing him notes almost daily, assuring him that his daughter was one of the most talented magizoologists he’d ever seen.
That left Harry in a bit of a pickle.
He had an idea of who really should have the Map. He’d known for years. It was only the fear of what Hermione would do to him if (when) she found out that kept him from doing it.
But then again, he was a Gryffindor.
~
Three weeks later, a massive package arrived at Harry’s office. When he opened it, it was overflowing with Honeydukes chocolate, a massive bottle of butterbeer, a toilet seat in a violent shade of purple, and a photograph.
Harry grinned at the photo and stuck it up on the wall.
And Rose Weasley, who was photographed standing in the middle of Filch’s office surrounded by Filibuster’s fireworks, clutched the Marauder’s Map and grinned back.
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