Harry Potter turns things into Sister waifus

Maps whistled as she stepped out of Filch’s office. She had distracted the Squib janitor with a small mess earlier as she then raided the office of all confiscated items. The ones that would be good for pranks she put in the bottomless pockets of per parchment cloak. The things that are lethal or Dark, she destroyed. The candies, she ate. She didn’t need food as she wasn’t human but she enjoyed it.

She wandered around the corridors exploring. Though due to being the magical map of Hogwarts itself, she knew everything about the castle or as much as the castle as the Marauders themselves knew. The Chamber of Secrets she could visit to add to her powers. But for now, she decided to have some fun.

She was created by pranksters, aided those pranksters and had the brain patterns of those pranksters. Though she never did a direct prank before. But she knew what to do when she overheard some Slytherins. “You nearly are done with these badges, Pucey? Malfoy is paying us a small fortune for this!”

“I know, Warrington! I just need to put the final enchantments on this.” The other Slytherin said. Both appear to be older then Harry and his classmates. “He could have approached a Ravenclaw for this, you know?”

“Yeah, but I talked the little shit in us doing it. He is willing to way overpay for this grudge with Potter. Def thinks he’s smarter and more important then he really is. But it works to our advantage.” Warrington added. “Show me what the badge can do.”

“All right, all right! I’ll show!” Pucey put a badge on him which said: ‘Support Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion!’ He touched it and it changed to ‘Potter Stinks!’

“‘Potter Stinks!’ That’s the best you could come up with?” Warrington asked.

“Hey, it’s Malfoy. We know what a juvenile little turd he is. This is probably on his level of insults and humor.” Pucey noted. “If it wasn’t for the money he paid…he can be glad I put as much effort in to it as I do. Certainly after he stole my spot on the Quidditch team as a Seeker because unlike his royal highness my family can’t buy brooms for the entire team!”

“I know that kind of sucks, Pucey. But think of it this way, with how much Malfoy pays, it’s a steal. We are going to waste his money.” Warrington added.

“Makes me feel better. Thanks.” Pucey said.

Maps wondered if she should get back at these two. Sure, they made badges making fun of her little brother. But it’s juvenile. Would she be so petty as to prank them for that? Yes, she is. She is petty. A small one then.

“Let’s celebrate by tormenting some mudbloods afterwards, that always cheers you up!” Warringon said.

Ok, no small prank. She is going to enjoy messing with these two. She put on a wicked grin and she held out her hand. Now, something to note about Maps. She is made of parchment and ink. And magic, but also parchment and ink. And she created a small glob of ink in her hands and sent them around the corner, slithering like a snake towards a box full of the badges. Then she waited.

“You know, put on one of those badges yourself, we can’t be sure if they all work until we test each and every one.” Pucey suggested. They put the badges on one by one. They touched it…but instead of the required texts to show, the badges turned black and displayed different texts. Among them are: ‘I torture Muggleborns for fun!’ ‘I suck Snape’s d*** for House Points.’ ‘I am gay and I’m proud!’ and more.

“Pucey you moron! These badges are broken! Fix them!” Warrington noted.

“I don’t recall ever putting that in. Let me try. Shit, they’re stuck. I didn’t even put sticking charms on them. How…” Pucey said as he used every spell in the book. However, none of them worked, because there exist no counter-curses for her magical ink.

“What the hell are you doing here?” the stern voice of McGonagall sounded. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“Er…” both Slytherins said. Then all of a sudden the ink messages on the badges changed again. It now showed things like: ‘McGonagall has a stick up her arse the size of the Womping Willow!’ ‘Who need Transfiguration!’ and ‘McGonagall, the Headmaster’s personal pet!’ What really set her off though was ‘Scotland is not a real country!’

“You will get a week’s detention and lose each fifty points for Slytherin for insulting a teacher!” McGonagall said.

“No, this isn’t part of the design. They are supposed to say that ‘Potter Stinks!’” Warrington tried to defend.

“Well, in that case, you lose another ten points each for offending one of the Champions. Now remove those badges.”

“We can’t, they’re stuck, see?” Pucey tried to pull the pin off, but as Maps had complete control over the ink, she allowed them to come loose. “Oh, er…I swear they were stuck earlier.”

“You follow me or you’ll end up losing more points and get more detention.” The Scottish woman said with her usual cold stern fury. The two signed, slumped their shoulder and followed her to her punishment.

Maps was happy. She called back the ink to her, unnoticed by the students and the teacher, but not before they rendered the magic inert and the badges are stuck on the insults. She dusted her hands and moved forwards. She wondered whom else is making fun of her little brother Harry. They should get a painful reminder that there is something like ‘Big sister instinct!’ Now, whose next?

“You are telling me you have doubts about Potter? That he claims to not have put his name in the goblet?” the voice sounded of an obnoxious Huffelpuff boy called Zacharias Smith. Bingo!

“It’s just…last time we mistakenly believed him to be the Heir of Slytherin. I still feel guilty about that.” A sweet girl called Hannah Abbott said.

“Yeah, we only realized it after Hermione Granger was petrified. He’d never do that to her.” Susan Bones, Hannah’s bestie and fellow Huffelpuff said.

“That he is not a monster that petrifies people doesn’t mean he has other vices. He probably would enjoy the attention. I mean eternal glory and gold? He can’t have enough!” Smith added.

“That doesn’t sound like Harry at all.” Hannah argued.

“How would you know? You barely speak to Potter. You don’t know him.” Smith argued.

“Neither do you and you judge him still.” Susan Bones reacted.

“That’s different!” Smith argued.

“It is not and you know it! You just always look for a reason to bitch about something. Do what you want, but we have learned our lessons the last time. We want to make an informed choice, and to do so we are getting to the bottom of this.” Hannah Abbott said.

“You will waste your time.” Smith said. “You shouldn’t bother with Potter. The Gryffindor jerk doesn’t warrant your attention. You should trust me as a fellow Huffelpuff. I remain loyal to the House and our Champion Cedric.”

“You call yourself a Huffelpuff and I have yet to see it.” Another voice said. The group was joined by two other students. They were both Slytherins, also in Harry’s  year. The one that had spoken up was pale and tall for her age, with long blonde hair. She was joined by a strawberry blond girl.

“Shut it, Greengrass! Neither you or Davis have anything to do with this. Besides, you Slytherins should dislike Potter too!” Smith groaned.

“Don’t lump us in with the smarmy bastard Malfoy, his troll-like bookends and the other Death Eater spawn in our house.” The strawberry blonde girl, Tracey Davis said.

“Besides, if you want to argue amongst yourselves, don’t pick a public place where everyone can overhear you.” Daphne noted.

“Still, what do you think, just barging in this conversation?” Smith asked.

“Because for someone whom portrays the true Huffelpuff, the loyal hardworking kind, you are doing a bad job of it.” Daphne replied. “If you worked hard you’d have used that brain of yours to do real research. Instead you took the lazy way out and start throwing blame.”

“I’m right, though! And don’t you dare question my ethic. What is your interest in arguing about this? You know even less about Potter then Abbott or Bones.” Smith shot back.

“Perhaps true. But the thing is you annoy me. Claiming to have the moral high ground while you just make assumptions, not admitting there may be more to this and going along with the rumors like sheep.” Daphne noted.

“That and you are basically a jerk whom always finds a reason to complain and  bitch about everything.” Tracey added. “We don’t tend to take your seriously.”

“What is the true motif of you two? Why the interest in Potter in this regards? You two are of Neutral families while the Potters stand with the Light?” Smith asked.

“We gave our reasons. You just annoy us. You are loyal only to your ego and tend to not work towards making simple investigations yet you can claim to be Huffelpuffs. No better then the Malfoys in how much he claims is a true Slytherin but lacks the cunning and guile needed to achieve his goals.” Daphne added.

“And if there were another motif, why would we tell you.” Tracey asks.

“You two say something to these snakes!” Smith said to Hannah and Susan.

“I’m sorry but she has a point.” Susan said with a smirk.

“You all suck!” Smith said. Maps had enough of this little turd. She summoned another small ink blot which she allowed to slither across the floor silently until it reached the Huffelpuff boy’s leg. It extended in a long, thin tendril and reached for his waistband. “I will not be made a fool out off!” Smith said, right before his pants dropped to his ankles. The four girls around started to react, with Hannah covering her eyes. Susan and Tracy laughing their arse off and Daphne doing her best to maintain her Ice Queen façade and fighting back the laughter. Zacharias Smith just pulled off his pants, turned red and fled.

After the laughter died down, the two Huffelpuff and Slytherin girls would look at each other…and look around awkwardly. “So…thanks for telling the prat off.” Susan noted. “We could have done so ourselves but thanks anyhow.”

“It…Is appreciated.” Daphne replied. “Well…you wanted to investigate the rumors proper. I suggest you get started on it.” She said as she and Davis wanted to turn around.

“Why did you really help us?” Hannah asked. “Normally you keep to yourselves, not getting involved.”

“I normally don’t know. Among the Death Nibblers in my house and Snape looking over our shoulders, we have to keep distant.” Daphne noted.

“It’s about the Alliance the Potters had in the past with the Davis and Greengrass families, right?” Susan noted. “the Bones family had one too.”

“Sharp, Miss Bones.” Daphne noted. “It is indeed something I’m interested in. Potter hasn’t since he was back in the Magical world talked to either of us about the Alliance of our families. I learned he was among the Muggles for a while, so it may explain it but he nears the age where he should know and hasn’t reacted. We want to know if he is ignorant or has other reasons to not talk about it.”

“We lean towards the latter.” Hannah noted. “Not sure, but I think it’s that. I see that his friends often have to explain things for him.”

“Now, we cannot go up directly towards him or at least not in the open. And no doubt that Malfoy and his ilk have soured him towards Slytherins.” Tracey said. “So if you can pass on a message that’d be fine.”

“If you want to keep it down, why bother with the Alliance?” Susan asked.

“So we may have an out during certain situations. That’s all you need to know.” Daphne noted.

“I heard you ladies are looking for answers and help?” Maps said as she decided to make herself known to the group. “Hi there, I’m Maps and I can arrange a meeting with Harry. If you are willing to listen and want to have answers, I can help. I’m his big sister.”

“How is that? The Potters have no other children.” Daphne asked.

“I was sort of created by Harry’s father and his friends. Started off as a map, became something more after a botched spell. Now me, his broom and cloak are his sister and his owl is our mom.” Maps said.

“Are…you pulling our leg?” Tracey asked.

“I’m a prankster, not a liar.” Maps noted. “I even showed good faith by pulling the mouthpiece’s pants down.”

“While that was funny doesn’t mean we believe you?” Susan asked.

“Well, you don’t have to. But you want answers, I want Harry to be happy. And Harry wants to be believed. And he is indeed not fully informed about some stuff he should. And this is the best chance you’ll get. In worst case, all you lose is time. Besides I’m outnumbered…” Though she wouldn’t be outmatched but she didn’t tell them that. “…so what do you say?”

The four looked oddly at her. “I may take up your offer. But be warned, we Greengrass women don’t take deceit well.

“None of us do.” Susan added.

“No worries, ladies. Just follow me, and we can all get the answers we want.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

At the Champion’s quarters, Susan, Hannah, Daphne and Davis came in. They found that Luna, Cloak, Neville and Hedwig were already in there. “Hi Maps! You made friends too?” Cloak asked. “I got a new friend, Luna! She introduced me to pudding. It is the best thing ever!”

“Hello, Cloak’s sister whom used to be a map!” Luna greeted. “Cloak helped me with Bullies and now she’s my friend.”

“Whoa, didn’t know you had it in you, Cloak. I’m all for getting back at bastardly bullies.” Maps said. Cloak blushed and pulled up her hood.

“Seriously, are we really going with this map thing?” Tracey asked, still finding it hard to belief.”

“I was confused too, but it’s real. This woman is Harry’s owl Hedwig. Now she’s an Owl Woman.” Neville said. “Did you know Harry doesn’t know about the Alliance with our families?”

“Oh, so he really is unwillingly ignorant.” Susan noted.

“Out of all us, only Bolt hasn’t returned with at least one person. What is the chance she’ll bring someone along?” Hedwig wondered.

As if on cue, a streak of black and red came by in a flash, and Bolt stood there, carrying five teens at once on her shoulder and gently putting them on the ground. They turned out to be Harry’s teammates of the Quidditch team (though Quidditch didn’t go through this year) them being Fred and George Weasley, Angelica Johnson, Alicia Spinet and Katie Bell.

“What the hell…” Fred began.

“…is going on?” George continued.

“We were walking down the hall, discussing the tournament and then we are here.” Angelica noted. “Like really fast, like Apparating without the actual Apparating.

“I am motionsick.” Alicia said.

“Whoo! I want to do that again.” Katie said.

“They were talking about Harry about how glad they are he is in the tournament. They mean well and support Harry but they didn’t listen so I dragged them here so they can learn the truth. And they’ll have to properly listen this time. Harry and me were on a team with them for a while so they owe us that much.” Bolt added.

“Wait, you and Harry? I don’t recognize you, when were you on our team?” Angelina asked.

“Harry was riding me during the Quidditch matches last year…that came out wrong.” Bolt added.

“Hi Freddie! Hi Georgie! Has been a while.” Maps said as she took one of the two dozen puddings that Luna and Cloak had brought along. “I did my first pranks on my own!”

“Do we know you?” the two Weasleys asked simultaneously.

“I solemnly swear I’m up to no good!” Maps replied.

“How do you know…” Fred began.

“The password to…” George continued.

“the Marauder’s Map?” They finished together.

“I am the Marauder’s Map.” Maps said as she showed off her whole body, whom now was covered in ink drawings of the castle, and dots with names moving across it.

“Holy smoke!” both the Weasleys said.

“If that’s the map…” Fred said.

“Then that means the other girl is…” George added.

They both turned to Bolt. “Harry’s Firebolt?”

“Yup, that’s me!” Bolt said with a smile.

“What the heck is going on?” Katie Bell asked.

“Harry turned his pet and most valuable objects into his new family, thought that was obvious.” Luna said. “I wish had popcorn. I wanted to see if it would taste good with pudding.”

Everyone was in awe. “I heard some ridiculous rumors about Potter creating life but I thought it was just that, rumors. Next you tell me the rumors about the Basilisk and Voldemort possessing Quirrel are true too…” Susan said.

“Or the one where he made a hundred Dementors flee.” Hannah noted.

“No that’s all true. My chick is a powerful and brave wizard.” Hedwig said.

All the guests beside Luna’s eyes widened. Daphne couldn’t keep up her Ice Queen façade. “Does anyone know how we can get a room here? Between the Death Eater Juniors supported by Snape, and the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Badass I want to ask sanctuary for me, my sister, Tracey and our allies. I don’t think any of those little shits would get past a basilisk slayer whom apparently broke the laws of magic to create you guys.”

“Holy shit, Harry really didn’t put his name in the goblet. Between offing the Dark Lord’s vessel, a freakin’ basilisk and sending Dementors running pissing themselves in fear, why would he need to bother with a freakin’ tournament!” Alicia said.

“The Knut drops.” Bolt said sarcastically. “Anyhow, we only have to wait until Harry returns and we can all talk out proper and make up!”

Shortly after Harry and Hermione came into the Champion’s Quarter and saw all the new guests. “What the…” Harry noted.

Then the visitors all started to fire questions rapidly.

“Is it true Quirrel had You-Know-Who’s face on the back of his head?”

“Did you really kill a f*** basilisk?”

“Did you sent an army of Dementors running?”

“You really don’t know about the Potter Alliance?”

“Is it true someone put your name in the Goblet against your will?”

“What is your favorite pudding?”

Hermione aimed her wand in the air and the sound of a loud firecracker sounded to shut everyone up. “One at the time, please.”

“What have you girls been up to?” Harry asked his sisters and mother.

“We decided to explore Hogwarts, we all ran into people whom are willing to listen to or believe you. We asked them to come here to talk.” Cloak said.

“Aside Bolt she dragged them in.” Maps pointed out.

“I’m a girl of action, not words.” Bolt aid as she flexed her biceps.

Harry sighed. “Well, I’m here now…and I’ll answer all questions. First being…my favorite is treacle pudding.”