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“Fuck you paper!”

Sharing a look George and Fred agreed to investigate whoever was hiding out in the library so late at night before going to set up their prank. Going around a corner the twins found the Slytherin of the quadruplets curled over a table glaring at a pile of crumpled up parchment.

Vio’s voice sounded defeated, “What do you two want?”

Fred started, “We’re wondering-”

“what a little snake is-”

“doing so far into-”

“library. So late.”

Vio picked up one of the contraband pens that lay on the table, and pulled a clear sheet of parchment towards themselves, “Everybody is getting fucking lost all of the time! If Blue succeeds at getting to a class without following Red it’s a bloody miracle.”

“So,” George started this time.

“what are you-”

“doing?”

Vio sighed leaning back, “I’m making a map so people stop getting lost. It will have a ‘you are here’ dot and show where the staircases are at that time. I also want to have a staircase predictor function so people can plan around their changes.”

“People?”

“Yes, what’s the point of only making it for myself? I’m annoyed that no one can make it on time to class so maling just making one is useless.”

“So-” George started again.

“What’s got you-”

“Using such-”

“Vile language?”

“The map part. There’s no way I can finish this before I graduate, and I will be annoyed by this for the entire time I’m here.”

The twins shared another speaking look as Vio started sketching, muttering under their breath.

George pulled something out of his pack as Fred spoke, “What if you already had a blueprint?”

“It would probably take a month or two depending on how accurate the map is. I also need to figure out a way to copy the rune array onto a new sheet of paper without affecting the rune work or losing efficiency. I would probably hold out on finishing it until I can work on it with my siblings this summer. What with exams coming up.”

Fred nodded, “I think brother it is time to pass something onto the next generation.”

“It has served us well, but the future needs it more.”

Vio growled, “Either make sense or get out.”

George placed a well-worn piece of parchment in front of Vio, “This is the secret of our success.”

Vio set their pen down hovering their hand over the paper, “There’s a lot of magical energy in this paper.”

Words spread across the page, ‘Mr. Prongs is wondering what a slimy Slytherin is doing so close to our precious masterpiece.’

“If I ever let myself be slimy my sister would kill me, and if that comment was based on the Slytherin house’s animal, you should know that snakes are very dry skinned.”

‘Mr. Padfoot is not impressed by the evil Slytherin’s words.’

“Well I’m a quadruplet one of us has to take the fall and be the evil one.”

Fred snorted, “Nice one.”

Vio rolled their eyes, “But really if you’re judging me by the house I was sorted into as an eleven year old as an indication of whether I am evil or not, you are going to be in a rude awakening.”

‘Mr. Wormtail reminds the Slytherin that all evil wizards came from Slytherin.’

“Really? What about Victor Longstrum, Grindlewald’s head interrogator. He was a Hufflepuff. Daniela Winsar, a Ravenclaw, wrote the legislation that led to the approval to shoot a werewolf on sight. Then Ashel Archer, a Gryffindor, poisoned and killed, in a rather horrifying manner, a school of muggle children to take out one potential muggleborn. Over four hundred dead to kill one muggle child who showed signs of magic.”

“So yes, I am a Slytherin and proud of it. The most recent dark lord is from Slytherin, but the one before that? She was a Ravenclaw. Every house has put out both heroes and villains, but most students that graduate? Are just people, all with their own unique talents and flaws.”

‘Mr. Moony would like to congratulate Mr. Slytherin.’

“It’s Mx.”

‘Mx. Slytherin on such a well stated argument.’

“Thank you, as my sister likes to say I’m an ambitious little shit head but does wanting to remove that discrimination against minorities or flavored humans and humanoids as one of my brothers says mean I’m evil?”

‘Mr. Pladfoot asks what flavors humans come in.’

“It’s a term that refers to groups such as werewolves, vampires and other people who were base line human before being changed, and humanoids describes creatures such as centaurs, goblins and other beings that are sentient as any other thinking species but were never human to start with. I also plan to work on anti-muggleborn and muggle laws.”

‘Mr. Padfoot gets the overambitious.’

‘Mr. Moony asks about any specific werewolf laws you may be interested in changing?’

“Oh, you’re a werewolf, your interest makes sense.”

‘Mr. Moony asks why you think that.’

“Your names are not that subtle. Prongs is probably an animagus of an antlered species like a deer or elk. Mr. Padfoot could probably be any animal with paws but since the name isn’t more involved so I’m guessing a dog or a cat. Wormtail may be a rat or opossum. Then there’s no real animal with a correlation with the moon except wolves, or in your case most likely a werewolf.”

‘Mr. Wormtail is impressed, and asks why you are not in Ravenclaw?’

“Because no Ravenclaw would be interested in destroying the laws restricting the laws around werewolves and guardianship of minors.”

‘Mr. Moony asks why that law in particular.”

“Well outside the effect it could have had on my family’s situation? My best friend’s brother is a werewolf and although technically my mother is his guardian, for all intents and purposes Vaati is Shadow’s guardian. It would just be nice for them and helpful for others if werewolves and others were not restricted from being guardians of minors, this law often includes their own children if their partner isn’t a ‘normal’ human.”

‘Mr. Prongs would like to ask Mx. Slytherin’s name.’

“It’s Violet Potter, but I go by Vio and I will find a way to injure you if you call me Violet.”

‘Mr. Prongs asks Potter?”

‘Mr. Padfoot it’s a Prongslet!’

‘Mr. Wormtail asks is your mother Lily?’

‘Mr. Moony is interested in meeting your siblings but supposes you have a reason to be interested in the Marauder's Map.’

“Map? You’re a map?”

Fred smiled as George pressed his wand tip to the map, “This is not any ordinary map. This is the secret to our success.”

George smiles, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Fred smiled, “Welcome Prongslet to the Marauder’s Map.”

Vio ran their fingers over the page, “This is how you get away with so much, you literally know where everyone is.”

“It’s not perfect.”

George hummed, “It’s dangerous to keep it up when we are working, we don’t want anyone figuring out it's more than a piece of old parchment.”

Vio kept running their fingers over the map first checking the Hufflepuff dorms, “Amazing. With this I could definitely make a basic map for anyone to use. Merlin, I could probably put in a function to find the nearest teacher or perfect in case of emergency…”

Fred coughed, “And uh the secret passage ways?”

“I wouldn’t put those in, I don’t want to take away the fun of investigating the castle and finding things. A basic blueprint of all the rooms, halls and stairs will still leave enough wonder for students to enjoy investigating the castle.”

George smiled, “Well glad to return the Marauders Map to one of their kids. Who do you think are the other three?”

Vio fingers wandered towards the Gryffindor dorms, “His roommates most likely… Why is everyone in bed?”

“Oh,” Fred smirked, “It’s like four hours past curfew.”

“WHAT?” Vio looked up from the map, their hand resting on the Gryffindor dorms.

“Yep, we were out to set out a prank for tomorrow when we heard you. Now to turn it off put your wand on the page and say ‘Mischief Managed.’”

Vio nodded, picking up their wand, glancing over the master piece one last time 0before moving their hand and pausing.

“Um, aren’t you going to seal it?” George asked.

“Why is there an extra person in my brother’s dorm room?”

“What?” Fred and George stared at the page. “How did we never see that?”

Vio was running their hand over the name, “You were playing pranks not checking on your siblings… I feel like I should recognize the name.”

Fred blinked, “You know of a guy named Peter Pettigrew?”

“Any idea what he’s doing in… Ron’s bed?”

Vio scrunched their brow, “Peter, Peter,” their eyes blew wide, “Peter, Remus and Black. They were my father’s best friends! Remus is a were-Moony, they must have been animagus.”

The twins shared a confused look as Vio continued to mutter.

Vio looked up at the twins, “Your brother’s pet is a rat.”

Fred nodded, “Yeah.”

“How old is he? It is a he right?”

Fred glanced at his brother, “I don’t know.”

“He’s been in the family for eleven years but he was an adult rat so twelve?”

Vio glanced back at the map, “Rats live two to three years. Sometimes up to five. Wormtail definitely could mean a rat. Damn, can this thing tell me where Professor McGonagall is?”

Fred placed his wand on the map, “Professor McGonagall.” A glowing dot appeared on the map, luckily close by. “Hold this.” Scooping Vio up under his arm he started out of the library, “Which way?”

Vio blinked before looking down at the map, “Next left.”

George quickly caught up to them, “Why McGonagall?”

“She’s the deputy headmistress, and Gryffindor head of house, if she enters the Gryffindor dorms after hours that’s not too out of order. She’s also an animagus as well and will have a better idea on how to prevent his escape.”

“Huh, good reasoning.”

“Also, my father told me to go to her with problems before the headmaster, he doesn’t trust the headmaster. Turn left.” Vio managed to get their wand around, “Mischief Managed.” Vio hid the map in their shirt before they turned the corner, almost running into McGonagall.

She blinked at them, before glancing to where Vio was being carried like a bag of flour under Fred’s arm, “Mx. Potter?”

Vio sighed, “This is not the first time I’ve been carried like this and it likely will not be the last.”

“You are all out after curfew.”

Fred did his best to shrug, “We were going to set up a prank before we found this one muttering in the library.”

Vio glanced up, “Did George at least grab my papers?”

“Why do you think that I’m not George?”

“I’m a quadruplet.”

George looked at Fred, “Fair, and I did. I crumpled up a bunch in my rush.”

“That’s fine.”

McGonagall looked at them.

“Right,” Vio looked up at her, not bothering with trying to get set down, “We have well founded belief that Peter Pettigrew survived the explosion, hid himself in his unregistered animagus form as a rat and is currently hiding in that form disguised as the Weasley pet rat.”

“Well-founded.”

“I’m sorry ma’am but I can not disclose my source. Although if nothing else the fact that the rat is over twelve years old and missing a front toe means it is worth investigating.”

George looked at him, “How did you know about the toe?”

“A guess, the only part they ever found of Peter was a finger. But if we could focus on the full-grown man in the Gryffindor dorms I think that is a more pressing matter.”

McGonagall glanced between the twins and Vio, “Follow me, but remain outside of the dorm, be ready to stun anything that comes through the portrait. Mx. Potter may accompany you as another wand is always welcome in this sort of situation.” She turned and began to walk towards the Gryffindor dorms.

Vio looked up at George, “So are you going to set me down now?”

“Eh, you weigh practically nothing and we’re probably walking too fast for you to keep up.”

Vio rolled their eyes but didn’t fight, it was more important to get to the dorms in a timely manner than to bother arguing.

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Green shuddered as he sat down with his siblings, “He saw me naked!”

“So,” Blue smirked, “A little freaked out about the grown man slash rat that lived in your dorm?”

“A little? I think I have reason to be freaked out that a thirty something year old was hiding as my friend’s rat! I told him shit! Mostly about Ron being stupid but still.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” Red rubbed his back, “How is everyone else?”

“Ron is devastated, and really creeped out, they had to give him a couple of calming potions so far. Percy is also having issues, Scabbers was his pet before Ron. I mean Scabbers was in their family for eleven years.”

Blue snorted, “A really boring eleven years.”

Red turned to Vio, “What are you thinking about?”

“Why didn’t the aurors know they should be looking for Pettigrew?”

Blue shrugged, “Black killed him, why would they look for him.”

“But why didn’t they know Black didn’t kill him?”

“Didn’t Black confess on the scene?”

“Yes, but it should have come out in the trial that Black was innocent. I mean Veritaserum was used in every trial that the accused couldn’t pay off with the Imperio Defense.”

Red blinked, “Pay off?”

“Most of the people who said they were under Imperio never got tested with Veritaserum after they paid a fine to get their trials expedited. Which considering several of the Imperio defendants have Dark Mark was quite smart of them.”

Green cocked his head, “Why?”

“The Dark Mark cannot be applied to a non-consenting individual. The few people who claimed Imperio and went under Veritaserum were found innocent. They didn’t make any interesting donations in comparison to the fast-track defendants. They also lacked the mark.”

Blue snorted, “Sounds right, but isn’t the Black family rich? Shouldn’t Black have paid the aurors off?”

“Unless he’s innocent,” the others stared at Red, “Vio you said they used truth serum for the Death Eater Trials right?”

Vio nodded, “It was mandatory after the fast-track trials.”

“Then the only way that Black could have ended up in jail is if he didn’t have a trial.”

Green grabbed his message stone, “Rainbow to Warriors or Time, Rainbow to Warriors or Time.”

“Warriors here.”

“Does Black have trial notes?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Cause Red thinks he might not have gotten a trial.”

“Why not?”

“He’s in Azkaban, and the Death Eater Trials required Veritaserum right?”

“They did.”

“If Black didn’t kill Peter, wouldn’t that have been found out at the trial. Meaning he wouldn’t be in Azkaban, right?”

There was a pause before Warriors answered, “I’ll look into this, you go back to enjoying your afternoon.”

Green turned to the rest of the colors, and Shadow who had wandered over as Warriors was talking, “Well that’s handled then.”

Red hummed, “I wonder what’s going to happen?”

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Daily Prophet: No Trial for Black

Public outcry has been seen all across Britain over the lack of a trial for Lord Black after his capture at the end of the war. With the recent reveal of Peter Pettigrew’s survival numerous individuals have inquired about Sirius Black’s trial only to find out that no trial occurred!

That’s right readers, Sirius Black was sent to jail without trial and has spent the last twelve years falsely imprisoned before his escape earlier this year. The Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Time Link, has released the below statement.

“The Ministry of Magic lifts its warrant on Sirius Black. He is wanted for questioning, specifically under the influence of Veritaserum, to determine the true events of the time following the Potter’s deaths. I would ask that he turn himself in for questioning. I believe, from the information gained from Peter Pettigrew’s trial, he will be found innocent of most if not all of the charges that lay against him.”

“Black please contact the ministry as soon as you can in order to facilitate your trial. Any owl office will offer you free postage as well as parchment and writing supplies.”

The Daily Prophet looks forward to the results of Sirius Black’s trial.

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Daily Prophet Special Edition: Sirius Black Innocent of All Charges!

Earlier today Sirius Black, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Black was found innocent of all charges! With the use of Veritaserum the trial was simple and quick.

His previous statement of guilt did not refer to telling He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of the Potter’s location. In fact he was referring to the fact that he was the one that encouraged the Potters to use Peter Pettigrew as the secret keeper.

Lords Black and Potter had agreed to use Lord Black as a target for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as he was the obvious choice to be the Potter’s secret keeper. This would mean that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would miss the true secret keeper.

The plan was brilliant and only failed due to the betrayal of Peter Pettigrew who had betrayed his friends by becoming a Death Eater earlier that month. That betrayal is what led to the deaths of Lord and Lady Potter and the Boys-Who-Lived defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

After his trial he was immediately sent to St. Mungos for treatment of his injuries sustained during his internment and his escape. He was not available for comment at this time. No statement has been made at this time about what will happen with the Boys-Who-Lived as Black is their godfather and first in line to their guardianship versus Lord Time, a close cousin, who gained guardianship after the events of the deaths of the Lord and Lady Potter.

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Sirius set the paper down snorting, “Like I, a recent and recovering Azkaban prisoner would take those boys away from the ones who raised them. I mean I want to be involved in their lives but I am not qualified to be a guardian of anyone let alone four boys.”

The doctor smiled, “That’s good to hear, I am your supervising doctor Dr. Hyrule Link.”

“Are you related to the boy's guardians?”

“The four were raised by my parents Time and Malon, I and my siblings view them as younger siblings.”

“That’s great Lily always wanted a big family so she would have liked them being raised in such a large family. How are they? I couldn’t find out much information about them.”

“Something our mother works very hard on. None of us like having the four harassed for what happened when their parents died. They are all doing well.”

“Can you tell me a little about them?”

Hyrule pointed at the light meal beside him, “Work on eating that, slowly, and I will. I want to make sure you don’t have any trouble eating.”

Sirius nodded, picking up the first sandwich.

“Well, I’ll just go by age. Green is a Gryffindor, he excels in transfiguration and is a seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He enjoys doing challenges, fitness courses, high ropes and similar things. ”

“Red is in Hufflepuff with Blue. He excels in potions and charms. He’s also a seeker but on the Hufflepuff team, he has a rather alarming stuffy collection and no one can say no to him when he pouts.”

“Blue as I said is in Hufflepuff with Red. She excels in Herbology and spends every second she can outside. She is not on the quidditch team but will play with the boys.”

Black looked over at Hyrule, “Her?”

“Yes. Blue is a girl and Vio is agender.”

“What’s agender?”

“It’s the term for someone who does not identify as male or female.”

“Huh,” Hyrule paused as Sirius thought, “What’s the right words then? I mean the boys are he/him, Blue is she/her but what’s Vio?”

“They/them and the title is Mx.”

“Mx? Huh, so what about Vio? Wait, isn’t his, I mean their, name Violet?”

“Only if you want to be in pain. Only Shadow can call them Violet and not end up in some sort of awkward or uncomfortable situation.”

“Shadow?”

“Vio’s future husband.”

“Um, aren’t they twelve?”

“Yep,” Hyrule nudged the applesauce forward, “But Warriors swears Vio imprinted on Shadow or something. My bet is Shadow figuring out Vio’s in love with him in fourth year. But Vio’s favorite subject is, well, the theoretical portions of all the classes. They, struggle, with most spell work and brooms hate them. They get an inch off the ground and poof in the dirt. I have no clue how they passed the flying lessons at Hogwarts.”

Sirius set down the last of his empty dishes, “Wow, I really look forward to meeting them. Do you think they want to meet me?”

“They are interested. Do you have any plans for after you are done receiving care?”

“I guess I’ll go back to my parents’ house and try and figure something out.”

“Well, my mother would like to invite you to stay with our family. You would get to spend time with the four during their breaks.”

“That would be great, as long as the rest of your family is okay with it. I’d love to accept.”

“Good. Twilight won the fight to get you some clothes, his taste in clothes is much closer to you than Warriors, and he knows you the most of all of us being a year mate of yours. Warriors instead took over the décor of your rooms, I hope you like the Gryffindor red and gold.”

“Yeah, they are my favorite colors.”

“Good, the amount of stress if you didn’t like those colors would have been horrible. Wild brought in a few of Blue’s plants and found a way to make them hover near the windows. Wind’s compiling a list of your former acquaintances and those that are worth reaching back out to. Sky and his girlfriend picked out some dog beds and toys for when you’re feeling like Padfoot. Mom made sure your rooms have lots of windows and Dad has made sure the room temperature on your room is separate from the rest of the mansion. It’s also currently set to mid-summer heat.”

He wrote a few things down on the chart he was holding, “I put in a exercise set that you will be using for your physical therapy. Red has put up some paintings and snuck a couple stuffies in. Blue picked which plants to put in your room. Vio has put together a small bookcase that is full of things you might like to read. Then Green was on final review duty.”

Sirius blinked, “It sounds like I didn’t really have a choice.”

“You didn’t, all twelve of us put something in, oh and Shadow picked out the rugs by nap-ability rating.”

“Is Shadow the last of the twelve? You only mentioned eleven things and then Shadow.”

“Oh no, number twelve is Legend and none of us have any idea what he’s doing. It is going to be something obvious that we are missing but we wouldn’t know until he shows his hand.”

Sirius blinked, “Well that’s… neat.”

Hyrule smiled, “Welcome to the family.”

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Legend walked into Sirius’s room, “Hey, I’m Legend Link, you ready to get out of here?”

Sirius’s face looked pained, “I don’t think I’m approved yet.”

“Eh, Hyrule was telling mom that you would be over for dinner tonight so he wouldn’t kill me if I sneak you out early.”

“Then hell yeah! Let’s get out of here!”

“Good. Now I turned off the bed alarm and Hyrule’s on lunch so if we hurry, he wouldn’t catch us. Here, put this on.”

Looking down at the leather jacket and clothes he slipped out of the hospital gown and quickly into the other clothes, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

-

Sirius looked around the street, “So where are we heading?”

“Somebody I met when I was working in the area.”

“This is a muggle street.”

“Eh there’s a few magic places about but we’re going to a mundane shop.”

“Mundane?”

“The non-British term for those without magic, less insulting. Easier to spell too. Ah,” Legend stopped, “we’re here.”

“A hair salon? It looked closed”

“It’s not just any salon,” Legend smirked opening the door, “And I made a special reservation for you. I got you booked with Anthony; you will not be disappointed.”

The bell over door wrung as it closed, and a larger black man came out from the back, “Legend baby! It’s so good to see you, is this your friend? He looks familiar.”

Legend smirked, “Sirius met Anthony, Anthony met Sirius, he was an escaped prisoner but it was found out he was innocent and he needs a new look.”

Anthony looked Sirius up and down, “Well, I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. Now dear here’s some books. Pick out a couple haircuts you like and I’ll tell you why you’re wrong. Also, there’s a book on facial hair. Now sit-down and put your toes in the tub.”

Sirius stared at Legend bewildered.

Legend smirked, “You will be a new man when you leave here.”

-

Malon looked up as Legend ushered Sirius through the Flue, “Welcome home Sirius. Please sit down, dinner will be done in a minute.”

As Sirius sat in the open seat between Green and Red he smiled at the complements and greeting from his new family.