(What if Harry tried to use the map to meet
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter, I was wondering if
I could talk to my father."
Mr. Prongs wonders who this Potter
fellow is-- Nobody here by that name.
"All right then, my name is Prongs Junior, can I talk
to my father?"
Mr. Padfoot asks: Prongs
Junior? Are you serious?
replies: No, you're Sir-- oops, never mind, I'm not supposed to say
But you're really the son
of Prongs? Woo woo woo, Prongs, I always knew you had it in you!
Mr. Moony adds: But I've
never known a Junior to be produced by just one person. Who's the lucky
lady, I'd like to know?
"Err, my mother's name was Lily."
Yes! I knew it! Prongs and
Tiger Lily, all the way!
No surprise to any of
us, I don't think!
no comment, Prongs? A little bashful, are we, in the presence of our
prodig-- I mean our progeny-- which is it again?
It's progeny, you idiot,
but you're right. I think Prongs is a little EMBARRASSED!!
No, it's not that. Did you say your
mother "was" Lily?
Meaning, no longer alive?
And am I alive? In real life, I
mean? Is that why you asked to talk to me?
(choked up) "Well, yes. You... you and my mother
were killed by Lord Voldemort when I was a baby. I still hear it happening
every time a Dementor comes around me: You going out to fight Voldemort,
and then Voldemort killing Mum and laughing..." (voice breaks and
Wow, he is serious. And don't
say it, Wormtail.
Has Voldemort taken over
everything, then? Is that how Snape got to be a professor at Hogwarts?
(swallowing hard, taking a deep breath, and recovering
his voice) "No, no, Dumbledore's still here. And I don't know why
he trusts Snape, but he does. He says Snape used to be a Death Eater
but isn't anymore. And the
reason Voldemort didn't take over is because... because Mum died to
save me, so that when he tried to do the Avada Kedavra curse on me it
bounced back at him. No, it didn't kill him, it just made him into kind
of a ghost thing, except not really. He got his body back this spring
and now he's trying to take over again."
Good old Tiger Lily.
Standing up to Voldemort like that.
I can't believe it. Well,
yes, I can. You really found a good one, Prongs.
You're a lucky guy, Prongs.
you mean, lucky? He's dead!
What about the others? You do know
who Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot are, don't you? Are they still together?
"Well, no. You're my godfather, Padfoot. You're on the
run from the Ministry of Magic. They think you betrayed my parents and
killed a bunch of Muggles. You spent twelve years in Azkaban, and then
escaped, in the... in the form of Padfoot. I wish I could talk to you
more often, but you've been on the run for two years and I haven't gotten
to see much of you."
So... so... well, what about
"Moony was my favorite teacher at Hogwarts my third
year. He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape hated him almost
as much as he hates me. At the end of the year he had to resign because
Snape told all the Slytherins about his being... well, being Moony."
That greasy slimeball.
big nose, too.
Prongs, you should have just
let Moony take... oops, sorry, Moony.
Padfoot, please! But
what about Wormtail?
(with disgust) "Wormtail... Wormtail, you dirty
rat. You pretended to be my best friend's pet rat for my first three
years at Hogwarts. Then I found out what you really were. You betrayed
my parents and framed my godfather. Then you went back to your Master
Voldemort and helped him get his body back. You stabbed me and used
my blood to bring him back. Now you're trying to help him take over
again and kill me for real this time. I wish I had let Padfoot and Moony
kill you like they wanted to in my third year. You rat. It's... all
your fault I've never known my parents." (chokes up again)
He's lying! He's got to be! You guys know me, I'd never do that!
I'd like to think so.
But he doesn't sound to me like he's lying.
to know about that, Moony, all those times at the full moon!
And he talks just like Prongs.
He's for real, all right. I can't believe you'd do that to us, Wormtail.
Sorry, Wormtail. We should have
guys! Please! Believe me! I'd never...
(Parchment goes blank. Long silence. Then, slowly,
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