First Year,
Uncle Pete

She spent many nights wide awake trying to work out the map, usually, she end up going to sleep defeated and frustrated. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, were no help to her. Talking in riddles and snarky comments, she needed to talk to her father.

Though she questioned if he would actually tell her about how this parchment worked. She could always ask, Prongs, or as she knew him as her uncle James, or Moony, known to her as her uncle Remmy. Wormtail was a name that she had never heard, only remembering the name vaguely from her dad's stories.

She packed the parchment neatly into her trunk, to prevent it from being damaged, she walked toward the station. She still hadn't spoken to Phoebe she would need to make it up to her somehow, she didn't mean to be rude to her, Fred and George walked at either side of her, she sighed.

"What?"

"Figured out how to use it yet?" Fred said

"No, obviously not, I've only had it a few days," she said, shaking her head at them.

"Okay, just know we're not expecting you to crack this," George said,

"Oh really, well I actually have a lead, but I haven't found anything out," they smirked at her, "Yet,"

She boarded the train, she chatted with Angelina and Alicia the whole train ride home, not giving the parchment a second thought. She spotted her parents as they pulled into the station, as she walked onto the platform, someone stopped her.

"Hey, If you do figure it out, this where we live, owl us or whatever,"

"Okay, I'll think about George,"

"You're good, how can you tell us apart,"

"I get mixed up with Phoebe more than you'd believe, so I make a point of not getting anyone's name wrong," she smiled at him, "have a good, Christmas,"

"You too Rhea,"

***

Her welcome home was rather explosive, Carden and Hadrian had planned a little welcome back prank to play on their sister. However, they annoyed their mother so much she demanded that they clean it up, and she ordered Kreacher not to help them.

Rhea sat her trunk in the room, intending to unpack later, she made her way to the kitchen, smiling at Kreacher, he was preparing dinner for the family. She took one of her mother's cookbooks, she hurried around the kitchen gathering her ingredients.

"Kreacher, I'm making a cake for Phoebe, would you give it to her please, I don't want to say something stupid,"

"Yes, Miss Rhea,"

As she walked up to her bedroom, she watched as Kreacher handed the cake to Phoebe, she saw her smile. She closed her door, taking the parchment out of her trunk, her dad walked into her room, she hid the parchment behind her back.

"What you got there?" he asked, she sighed,

"Some boys found this at school," she said, showing him the parchment, she watched for his reaction to it he smirked.

"I thought I'd never see this again," he murmured

"What's so great about it, it's just plain parchment?" she said, he chuckled,

"Rhea, this isn't any old parchment,"

"Then what is it?" her dad looked down the hall, closing the door behind.

"If I show you, and you get caught with it, I had nothing to do with it,"

"Are you really scared of the professors?" she mocked

"No your mother, she'll chastise me, for showing you this," she laughed, "do you remember my stories?" she nodded, "How did I always start them?" he asked, she thought for a moment, when it clicked, he gave her his wand. "Try it," she pointed the wand at the parchment

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she said, her eyes widened as something as something appear on the parchment, "Messers, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, are proud to present to Marauder's map, it's a map,"

"Yes, open it," as she opened the map, she realised it was a map of Hogwarts, she looked at all the names, "it shows everyone, at Hogwarts, what they're doing every second of the day,"

"This is too cool, is that really Snape?" she asked, as the name moved around the halls

"Yes, how do you think I got away with so much at school?" she shook her head, "now if I let you keep this, you better promise to use it wisely,"

"Oh, I will,"

"I mean Ri, if this falls into the wrong hands-

"I swear I won't abuse it,"

"Good," he stood up, heading to her door,

"Dad," she said, halting his stride, "who's wormtail?" he turned around sitting back on her bed,

"You might be too young to remember him, you use to call him your uncle Pete,"

"What happened to him?" she asked, he could see she had no recollection of what happened, after all, she was only 4 years of age at the end of the war.

"He did some bad things, got some people hurt,"

"You mean, mum's brothers,"

"Yeah, I don't where he went wrong, but he's not a friend of mine, even if he did everything in his power to apologise, I could never forgive him for what he did," she rest her head on her dad's shoulder "you get some sleep alright," he kissed her forehead, as she laid under her covers, he opened her door,

"Goodnight dad,"

"Goodnight," he closed her door, just before it clicked shut, he poked his head around, "Oh and Ri, when you're done with the map, say Mischief Managed or anybody can read it," she reached for her wand, tapping the map.

"Mischief Managed," she said, returning the map back to a blank parchment, "thanks dad,"