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"Of course. We sneak out all the time. Sooner or later we're going to get caught. When that happens, this little thing should let us walk free."
Fred tucked the letter back into his robes and nodded.
"Exactly!" George agreed. "Filch has spent years trying to catch us."
"Don't you two already have the Marauder's Map?" Rock wasn't completely sold on the plan. Being a Squib was already miserable enough.
For the Weasley twins it was just convenient blackmail. But Rock still wanted to keep night-wandering himself. If Filch started patrolling every single night because of this, the next time he got caught Filch wouldn't care who originally stole the letter.
"The Marauder's Map?"
Fred suddenly threw an arm around Rock's shoulders. "I don't remember us ever telling you about that."
"So, investor," George crowded in on the other side, both of them putting on the look of people ready to rough him up if he didn't talk, "how exactly do you know?"
Rock laughed. "Mr. Filch mentioned it last year. Said a piece of parchment went missing from his office and that it was a magical artifact. Plus I've seen you two walking around the entire castle with it more times than I can count."
"You were looking for a good hiding place back then, right?"
That had been last school year.
George thought carefully. They really had spotted Rock nearby a few times while they were mapping routes.
"That's not a reason," Fred said, refusing to get distracted. "How do you know the name 'Marauder's Map'?"
Rock raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to know who those little code names on the map actually belong to?"
Fred and George looked at each other.
Rock clearly knew a lot more about this map than they expected. Fred reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a folded piece of parchment.
"Here. Show us how to open it. Took us forever to figure it out—and we got pranked half to death in the process."
Rock took the parchment and examined it carefully for a long moment before pointing his wand at it.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the blank surface slowly filled with an incredibly detailed map of Hogwarts. In one corner the three of them stood clustered together, names clearly labeled.
Fred and George stared at each other.
"Merlin's underpants!"
"That's not fair at all! It messed with us for ages!" George's voice climbed higher.
"Exactly. If we didn't have such stubborn experimental spirit," Fred nodded firmly, "we almost gave up on the thing."
Rock didn't answer. He was studying the map with serious interest.
"Excellent materials. This isn't ordinary parchment. It's the hide of a magical bird, specially soaked in potions."
He clicked his tongue. The hide alone was already extremely valuable, and the permanent magical ink used on it would have cost a fortune.
Then again, considering the wealth of the Potter and Black families, it made perfect sense.
"I just happened to hear the name from Mr. Filch," Rock said, looking up at the twins. "But have you two ever actually researched how this map was made?"
"Give it a rest," Fred spread his hands. "Even one permanent tracking charm is way beyond us."
"Yeah," George agreed. "And it's locked under some seriously powerful secrecy charms. With the knowledge we have now, we can't even begin to reverse-engineer it."
"Then how did you two break the charm in the first place?" Rock asked, genuinely curious.
From what he could see, a first-year Fred and George should never have been able to crack something this sophisticated.
"Pure luck," Fred and George said together, grinning. "The perfect accidental luck."
"Don't tell me…" Rock looked from the twins to the map. "You just pointed your wands at it and started taunting it?"
Given the Marauders' style and the twins' personalities, that was the only answer that made sense.
"Can you stop being so accurate?" Fred howled.
"Seriously! You're making us look completely useless," George added, putting on an exaggerated wounded expression.
"Alright… I only guessed because I know who made the map and I know you two."
"You know about the Marauders?" Fred cleared his throat and leaned in.
"Of course. Those four are Hogwarts legend," Rock said with a quiet laugh. "If you just listen to the portraits and the ghosts long enough, you hear the stories. They love comparing you two to them."
It was true. Rock had always enjoyed eavesdropping on portrait gossip, and the Marauders came up surprisingly often—usually as the gold standard the current Weasley twins still hadn't quite matched. The portraits thought Fred and George's pranks were still a little too soft.
Fred looked thoughtful. "Sounds like we missed something."
George nodded. "You just gave us a new direction, Rock."
"You could always ask Mr. Filch," Rock pointed at the little code names still glowing on the map. "He probably knows exactly who those nicknames belonged to."
"Absolutely not," Fred said immediately. "This map is the only reason we can keep outmaneuvering Filch. If we go asking about it, we might as well admit we were the ones who took it."
Rock didn't push. He simply pointed his wand at the map again.
"Mischief managed."
Every line and name on the parchment rapidly contracted until it was once more nothing but a blank, ordinary-looking piece of parchment.
Rock handed it back to Fred. "There. My curiosity's satisfied. It's yours again."
"You don't want to keep it?"
Fred looked genuinely startled. This wasn't some ordinary trinket.
They'd only shown it to Rock because they trusted him completely, and because he'd already helped them so much—especially with the actual Galleons that kept their joke-shop dreams alive.
Rock had never asked for anything in return, but Fred and George had long felt they owed him something real.
"Why would I take it?" Rock gestured at the map. "I almost never need it when I sneak out. And it's yours."
"Hey, Rock—you're our friend," George slung an arm around his shoulders and opened his mouth, then hesitated. "At the very least… we still haven't given you anything back."