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HARRY HAD GROWN AN OBSESSION with the Marauder's Map. It was late at night, and he was sat up in his bed, looking at the map. It was already dark, so he had used the Lumos spell on his wand for some light.
"Spiders!" cried a half-asleep Ron, who bolted straight up in his bed, looking straight at Harry.
Harry smiled, knowing that Ron wasn't fully conscious, and his silly nightmares were getting to him again.
"Spiders!" cried Ron, again. "They want me to tap dance! I don't want to tap dance!"
"Yeah, you tell those spiders, Ron!" said Harry.
"Yeah," agreed Ron, laying back down, nodding. "Yeah, I'll tell them. I'll tell those spiders." Once his head hit his pillow, he was out like a light.
Harry flipped through the pages of the map until one name made his stomach drop. Peter Pettigrew was apparently walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. But Harry remembered the conversation they had overheard at the Three Broomsticks. Pettigrew was dead.
Intrigued, Harry got out of bed and put on his shoes. He quietly crept downstairs and into the warm and dimly-lit Gryffindor Common Room. On the couch sat y/n, reading her astronomy book again.
"Y/n?"
"Harry?" asked y/n, turning around.
"What are you doing up?" asked Harry.
"Reading," answered y/n. "What are you doing up?"
"The map," said Harry, sitting down next to her. He showed her the map, pointing at Peter Pettigrew's wandering name.
"What?" asked y/n. "But that's not possible. He's dead."
"Are you up for an adventure?" asked Harry, standing up.
Y/n only smirked.
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Y/n and Harry wandered through the halls of the school in their pyjamas. The entire school was dark, so they had used their wands to produce some light. These angered the sleeping portraits. The Hogwarts corridors always filled them up with a warm feeling, but while in the dark with a serial killer on the loose and apparently the ghost of Peter Pettigrew, they felt a bit uneasy. The corridors no longer provided them with feelings of safety and reassurance.
Y/n and Harry looked at the map. At the end of the corridor was Peter Pettigrew's name. He was apparently only a few feet in front of them. Then, his name started heading straight towards them. They started to panic.
"What the bloody heck?" said y/n. "I don't see anything in front of us!"
They started waving their wands around in every direction, trying to find him. But then Pettigrew's name rushed right past theirs.
