44. The Map
I adjusted my eyes to suit my surroundings. In front of me was the marauder's map. The marauder's map. In the hands of James Potter. It was one on those surreal moments for me. When you remember reading about things millions of times and they suddenly deliver themselves to you without warning.
"Oh My God James, the marauder's map! where did you get it?" I inquired in a desperate sort of tone.
"Last year dad was promising uncle Ron that he would look after Rose for him, I saw him examining this quite a bit last year's holidays and took it."
"I honestly don't understand you sometimes..."
"It's your dad's" I looked at it hungrily, the marauder's map. Why was I saying no?
"Maybe until the end of term, just for a while..."
"That a girl! Now listen, I'm meeting Sara... Don't go waving this around to anyone. Do you know how to use it?"