Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter or Dark Angel characters.

Chapter One

The Traitor is Gone

"Harry you're not going to do it," exclaimed Hermione.
"Oh fine. Ruin the fun. I just wanted to -," Harry tried but was cut off by Hermione.
"To what? Parade around the fact that you have the Map, and you used it to meet your father? No! I won't let you," Hermione screamed.
"Well thanks for the support," Harry mumbled.
Hermione must have heard because she said, "What!? Harry promise me."
"I promise," Harry said.
"Thank you. I've got to go down to the store," Hermione finished.
"Okay," Harry said flatly.
"Talk to you later then, bye," Hermione said before she hung up the phone.
Harry hung up the phone and went upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his twin sister at number 4 Privet Drive. He was always told that he looked exactly like his father except for the fact that he had his mother's eyes. He had messy black hair and bright green eyes. He was short and skinny for his age.
Harry's sister, Max, was told that she looked like their mother besides her eyes that were exactly like their father's. She had messy red hair and hazel-green eyes. She too was short and thin for her age. They would both be 17 on July 31st , finally of age.
Harry was alone in their room which meant that his sister was outside washing their Uncle's, Aunt's, and Cousin's cars. He thought about the argument. Harry decided to talk to his father through the Map anyway. It wouldn't hurt. All he wanted to do was learn more about his father and the rest of the Marauders. Except Wormtail.
He got out the Marauder's Map and tapped it with his wand.
"I Solemnly Swear that I am up to no good," he said.
Words curled onto the Map.

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present

Harry wrote, Hello!, on the Map. The words disappeared and new words formed.

All: Hello!
Harry: Could I talk to my father? My name is Harry Potter.
Prongs: We don't know anyone by that name, sorry.
Wormtail: What do you mean Prongs? Your last name is – Oops!
Harry: Fine my name is Pronglet.
Moony: I've never known a child to be born without more than one person of each sex.
Padfoot: Yeah! Who's the lucky lady?
Harry: My mother's name was Lily.
Padfoot: I knew it! Prongs and Tiger Lily all the way!
Moony: Was?
Harry: Yes, she was killed when I was one.
Prongs: What about your old dad? I'm still alive right?
Harry: No. I wish you and mom were still alive though.
Padfoot: Tell us about our future selves.
Harry: Sure.
Moony: You do know who we really are, correct?
Harry: Yes. Who first?
Padfoot: Me first.
Harry: Okay. You're my godfather. You've been on the run for a few years now. You were in Azkaban for quite a few years because of a traitor. You were the first to escape from Azkaban. You got out from, of course, being Padfoot.
Padfoot: Cool! How about Moony?
Harry: Moony you are so cool. You were the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had. That was my third year. We've had a new DADA teacher every year since my first year. Anyway, you helped convince my friends and me that Padfoot was framed. The morning after that, Snivellus let slip that you were – er, well, Moony. After that you left Hogwarts.
Padfoot: We all knew the teaching part was going to happen.
Moony: Snivellus?
Padfoot: Oh come on, you know Snivellus. Greasy haired, hooked nosed.
Moony: I know Padfoot. I was curious to how he found out about that.
Harry: From the big Snivellus himself. Through a pensieve. Dumbledore's in fact. He was storing his thoughts in there when he was teaching me Occlumency. I still don't get why Dumbledore didn't teach me, or Max.
Moony: You actually did - ?
Harry: Of course. You didn't think that I didn't have it in my genes? Mischief is always fun. Though lately Moony, you've been saying that I've gotten worse.
Moony: You mean health wise?
Harry: No. You didn't think I'd be that good did you? I mean, look what I had for a father and who my godfather is.
Moony: Point well made.
Harry: Thanks to your future self Padfoot. I think that Snivellus looks really good as a Playwizard bunny in Gryffindor robes.
Padfoot: How'd he take it?
Harry: Let's just say that I haven't gotten summer homework in potions. I didn't even do it. He blames everything on me. My sister did it.
Prongs: Sister?
Harry: Yes, my twin sister. Her name is Max.
Padfoot: Damn it Prongs if you blush anymore we'll be roasting. Besides, you may well set everything on fire.
Prongs: Ha, ha. Very funny Padfoot.
Wormtail: Wait a minute. He hasn't talked about me yet. What about me?
Harry: You dirty, fucking, stinking traitor. You sold my parents to Voldemort. You're a Death Eater. You helped Him come back. You framed Padfoot. He and Moony were going to kill you. I stopped them. You sniveling piece of shit. You thought I had done it for you. 'It's more than I deserve.' Of course the only reason I did it was because that meant that Padfoot and Moony would have become murders just because of you.
Padfoot: Boy he sure has a wide vocabulary. He sounds just like Prongs.
Wormtail: No! NO! You don't believe him, do you guys?
Moony: He sounds like he is telling the truth.
Wormtail: You know I wouldn't do that, don't you?
Harry: If it's any consolation, I-.
Wormtail: Thank you, I -.
Harry: Not to defend you stupid! Wormtail was your secret-keeper Prongs. He sold you to Voldemort. He framed you Padfoot and got you put into Azkaban. He used my blood to put Voldemort back into his real body. He brought him back to power. Moony he left you friendless and confused I might add.
Prongs: How could you Wormtail?
Wormtail: Oh, not you too Prongs.
Prongs: You can stay as long as,-
Harry: Are you serious dad? He got you killed. Not to mention your wife. Voldemort tried to kill my sister and me. Didn't go to well. He was reduced to almost nothing.
Padfoot: Are you serious?
Wormtail: No you're S-. Never mind.
Moony: He already knows our real names stupid.
Harry: Oh that's not all I'm going to say about Wormtail. Because Voldemort killed my parents I ended up living with my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin.
Prongs: That's not so bad Harry. Molly, Arthur, and their kids are nice.
Harry: I know. Not there though. The Dursleys. They beat me and they say I'm to fat. They have me on a diet so I'm extremely skinny. So is my sister. They should really talk with a son like theirs.
Padfoot: I can't believe you Wormtail.
Wormtail: You don't believe him do you?
Prongs: Padfoot's right. He sounds exactly like me. I wouldn't lie about something like this.
Moony: Tisk, tisk, tisk Wormtail.
Wormtail: No! no! no! N-!

The Map suddenly went blank. Writing appeared, but it wasn't any of the Marauders.

Messrs. Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors to Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present

Harry just stared at the Map thinking to himself. Maybe his idea wasn't such a good one after all. Oh well. What's done is done. He cleared the Map and stowed it away in its usual spot in his trunk.
He walked down the stairs and out the front door to help his sister finish washing cars.