The crowd erupted in joy as the new year arrived, and fireworks burst into the sky, casting a brilliant, kaleidoscopic display. In that moment, amidst the sparkling lights, Y/N and Hermione sat next together-they always have.
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Y/N reclined on her bed, the soft glow of her lamp illuminating the Marauder's Map resting in her lap. Animated footsteps darted across the parchment, a dance of nocturnal wanderers at Hogwarts. She watched with a hint of amusement, knowing she probably wouldn't stumble upon anything extraordinary but finding it a simple distraction for her boredom.
As her finger traced the map's surface, she noticed a cluster of students from the fourth year and above scattered about, each with their own late-night agenda. Penelope and Percy stood out among them, their names drawing a chuckle from Y/N. She could only imagine what mischief or "study sessions" they were involved in.
A particularly dense cluster of footsteps marked a room that was likely the location of Draco's party. Y/N remembered the invitation, quickly retracted by Draco, leaving her with a mixture of curiosity and indifference. Her gaze then drifted to the dorm of her friends Harry and Ron.
A comical exclamation mark appeared next to Ron's footsteps, followed by a speech bubble declaring his aversion to tap-dancing spiders. Y/N couldn't help but snort in response.
"You tell those spiders, Ron," she muttered, her eyes returning to the map, searching for any intriguing developments in the Hogwarts night.
Y/N continued to watch the Marauder's Map, her eyes scanning the parchment as she kept an eye on the various activities happening around Hogwarts. She could see the occasional group of students sneaking around, no doubt planning some sort of late-night adventure.
As she observed the map, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about what her friends were up to. Her gaze lingered on Hermione's footsteps, wondering if she might find the girl somewhere unexpected. It was late, after all.
Then, she spotted Hermione's name near the library, and a small smile tugged at her lips. Y/N knew that Hermione often spent her nights there, immersed in books and study. It was one of the things she admired about her.
Hermione had managed to mend things with Harry, and his broom was returned after McGonagall confirmed its safety. While Harry was initially furious with Hermione, their deep bond as friends ultimately prevailed, and they quickly reconciled. After all, they were practically like siblings.
Y/N and Hermione's interactions had returned back to normal. Their conversations flowed more comfortably, and even in silence, there was an ease between them. Yet, beneath the surface, Y/N couldn't help but analyze every word and gesture from Hermione, as if the girl had taken residence in her thoughts.
Then, as Y/N's attention drifted back to the Marauder's Map, a name appeared that caught her off guard – "Peter Pettigrew."
She blinked, her brow furrowing as she looked away from the parchment and then back at it, confirming that she had seen the name correctly. Peter Pettigrew – the name was undeniably familiar. It hit her like a lightning bolt. Peter Pettigrew was the man Sirius Black had supposedly destroyed.
