"What?" Harry breathed, his eyes widening with sudden recognition.
Hearing the familiar terms from Remus's mouth, Harry's eyes widened slightly. Then, realizing something, he said tentatively, "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"
Remus immediately turned his gaze to Harry and asked. "Where did you hear those four names?"
"From the Marauder's Map," Harry explained, his own excitement growing. "Those names were written on the map as the creators' signatures."
Without hesitation, Harry reached into the inner pocket of his robes and withdrew the yellowed parchment. He spread it flat across Adrian's wooden desk.
Upon seeing the familiar parchment spread before him, Remus's entire demeanor shifted. The weariness and resignation that had been in his face during their discussion of his impending departure melted away, replaced by something that could only be described as nostalgia mixed with joy and pain in equal measure.
His eyes softened as they traced the lines and magical inscriptions that covered the map's surface, and a gentle smile appeared at his mouth.
"That's a map that the four of us created together during our school years," He said, his voice thick with emotion and rich with memories that stretched back nearly two decades. "Prongs was one of us too. Oh, I should have mentioned this—Prongs was your father, Harry.
James Potter was Prongs. His Patronus was also a stag, exactly like the one you just conjured. The resemblance is so precise it's almost like seeing him again after all these years."
Harry was extremely surprised and then asked, "Then the other three..."
"Moony is me," Remus explained with a self-deprecating smile. "The name refers to my... monthly condition, as you might guess. Padfoot is Sirius Black—your godfather, as you've recently learned."
"As for Wormtail," Remus continued, and now his voice carried a noticeably darker tone that made the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees, "that name belonged to Peter Pettigrew. When we were all students here at Hogwarts, the four of us were inseparable. We spent countless hours together, explored secret passage and hidden room in the castle, and created that map."
Harry looked at the Marauder's Map with a complex expression. He hadn't expected that the map's creators were right beside him, and one of them was even his own father.
Adrian, who had been listening to this from his position beside his desk, found his thoughts inevitably drifting in a somewhat different direction.
While he certainly appreciated the emotional significance of the moment for both Harry and Remus, his mind had become caught up in the creative aspects of their story.
Prongs... Padfoot... Moony... Wormtail...
These were remarkably vivid and expressive nicknames, each one clearly chosen to reflect something essential about its bearer's character or magical nature.
Adrian was wondering, what sort of nickname he might choose if he were to adopt such a tradition.
At the end of April, as the Scottish Highlands began to bloom with the full promise of spring and the stones of Hogwarts absorbed the warming rays of increasingly generous sunshine, Professor Lupin officially departed from the school that had been both his childhood home and his recent shelter.
According to Remus, a werewolf's keen intuition had already made him sense certain ominous signs. If he continued to stay here, something terrible might happen anytime.
The reaction to Remus's resignation varied vividly throughout the castle.
Most students expressed genuine regret and disappointment at losing him, recognizing that Professor Lupin had been that rarest of creatures in recent Hogwarts history—a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was not only competent and knowledgeable, but genuinely cared about his students' learning and wellbeing.
His classes had been engaging, practical, and remarkably effective at actually teaching defensive magic rather than simply theoretical knowledge.
However, beyond the sadness at Lupin's departure, there was a growing sense of concern and even desperation among both students and faculty about what the future might hold.
The cursed position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had now held yet another victim, and the pool of qualified, capable, and willing candidates seemed to be shrinking with each passing year.
Who knew what sort of replacement Dumbledore would manage to find this time? The possibilities ranged from merely incompetent to actively dangerous, and everyone who had lived through the Lockhart and Quirrell experiences had valid reasons for anxiety about what the next academic year might bring.
The good news was that Professor Westeros would take over the remaining courses as usual—this was the one unchanging element every year.
The days following Professor Lupin's departure settled into a much more peaceful and predictable rhythm, as students throughout the castle began their intensive preparations for the final examinations that would determine their academic fate for the year.
The library became a battleground of competing study groups, and the occasional breakdown from students who had suddenly realized just how much material they needed to master in a very short period of time.
Soon enough, the dreaded day of final examinations arrived with all the inevitable certainty of a natural disaster. Students marched into the Great Hall with expressions ranging from grim determination to barely controlled panic, their hands clutching quills, ink bottles, and last-minute revision notes with intensity.
The examinations were followed immediately by the annual House Cup ceremony, a grand celebration that filled the Great Hall with the colors and cheers of the winning house.
This year, much to the satisfaction of Professor Snape, Slytherin emerged victorious and got the championship. Their green and silver banners flowed from the enchanted ceiling while their students celebrated with the kind of restrained smugness that only came from beating Gryffindor in a competition that mattered.
Just as quickly as they had begun, the final examinations concluded and academic results were distributed throughout the castle.
Perhaps all professors were like this—every year at this time, Adrian would feel somewhat helpless, wondering if there were problems with his teaching methods.
This mood was triggered by the creative and often alarming ways that some students managed to surprise him during their examinations—usually not in ways that reflected well on their understanding of the subject matter.
This year's most memorable example was provided by Seamus Finnigan from Gryffindor, whose examination performance had achieved a level of catastrophic failure that was almost impressive in its scope.
The practical examination requirement had been straightforward: students needed to demonstrate their ability to make a fire salamander maintain its flames for a continuous period of thirty minutes—a task that should have been well within the capabilities of any third-year student who had been paying even minimal attention during class.
However, Seamus had somehow managed to transform this simple assignment into a spectacle of destruction that would be remembered and discussed by witnesses for years to come.
When he threw the piece of wood that was meant to feed the fire salamander's flames, something went disastrously wrong with either his technique, his magical focus, or perhaps the laws of magical creature biology.
Instead of the expected result—a happily burning salamander contentedly maintaining its flames—the poor creature exploded with the force of a small bomb.
Fragments of what had once been a living magical creature scattered throughout the examination area, coating nearby students with an indescribable mixture of magical residue, salamander remains, and the lingering smell of sulfur and disappointment.
For this unprecedented achievement in magical creature destruction, Adrian had no choice but to award Seamus the lowest possible grade: a T for Troll on his official report card.
This made Seamus the only student in the entire school to fail the Care of Magical Creatures examination—a record that would likely stand unchallenged for many years to come.
Apart from this singular disaster, however, most students managed to pass their examinations with grades ranging from acceptable to outstanding, showing that Adrian's teaching methods were perhaps not as deeply flawed as his annual period of self-doubt might suggest.
Harry's academic results were quite respectable, with passing grades or better in all of his subjects. Meanwhile, Hermione had predictably maintained her position as the top student in their year, achieving Outstanding grades in almost every subject.
In related academic news, Percy Weasley had achieved exceptional results in his N.E.W.T.S. examinations, earning an impressive twelve certificates that matched the academic record previously set by his older brother Bill.
During a casual conversation with Professor McGonagall over tea in the faculty lounge, Adrian learned that Percy had ambitious plans to seek a position within the Ministry of Magic immediately upon graduation. The young man was eager to make his mark in the world.
Of course, young people's transitions from academia to professional life, the gap between youthful ideals and bureaucratic reality was often wider and more treacherous than most graduates anticipated.
He had some private concerns about how Percy's stiff adherence to rules and procedures would fare in an environment where political pragmatism and compromise were often more valuable than academic excellence and moral certainty.
The day after final grades were released throughout the castle, students began packing their belongings, saying goodbyes to friends they wouldn't see for months, and making their way to the Hogwarts Express for the journey back to their families.
Harry was, as usual, squeezed into a compartment with Ron and Hermione.
Ron was enthusiastically outlining his summer vacation plans.
"My schedule is absolutely perfect," He announced with deep satisfaction, stretching out his legs as far as the cramped compartment would allow. "I intend to spend the entire summer lying in bed, doing absolutely nothing, and enjoying every moment."
However, Hermione felt compelled to introduce a sobering truth into Ron's idyllic fantasy.
"You might want to revise those plans," She pointed out with a patient tone.
"You still have a substantial pile of summer homework assignments from every subject, and I seriously doubt that Mrs. Weasley will allow you to spend the entire holiday doing nothing but sleeping and eating."
Just as Ron was preparing to defend his optimistic vacation plans against Hermione's realistic objections, their conversation was interrupted by a polite knocking on the compartment door.
The door slid open smoothly to reveal Cedric Diggory, looking as impeccably dressed and composed as always despite the general chaos of students departing for summer vacation.
His Hufflepuff robes were perfectly arranged, his hair neatly combed, and his expression carried that characteristic combination of friendliness and quiet dignity that made him so respected throughout the school.
"Thank goodness I finally managed to track you down," Cedric said with obvious relief, slightly out of breath from what had apparently been a wide search through the various train compartments. "I've been looking for you for quite some time, Potter."
He extended his hand toward Harry, giving an envelope. "Professor Westeros asked me to deliver this to you personally before the train departed."
"Please, just call me Harry," Harry replied as he accepted the envelope. "And thank you for tracking me down. Do you have any idea what this is about?"
Cedric responded with his normally gentle smile. "I haven't looked at the contents, of course—that wouldn't be appropriate behavior. Professor Westeros simply asked me to ensure it reached you before we arrived at King's Cross Station."
He stepped back from the compartment door and gave a small wave to all three occupants. "I should let you return to your conversation. I hope you all have a wonderful summer holiday, and I look forward to seeing you again next term."
With that, Cedric immediately took his leave, disappearing back into the crowded corridor of the train and leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to stare at each other with expressions of curiosity and mild bewilderment.
"Isn't that the Hufflepuff Seeker who beat you in Quidditch?" Ron asked, his memory apparently triggered by seeing Cedric in person.
"He's also currently ranked first in his entire year," Hermione added.
"You actually care about that." Ron was amazed.
"I've made it a point to memorize the names and achievements of all the top students in every year. It's important to know who your academic competition really is." Hermione replied calmly.
"You've memorized all the year rankings?" Ron asked with a mixture of admiration and concern for Hermione's mental state. "That seems like an awful lot of information to keep track of just for the sake of knowing who's doing well in classes."
Harry, meanwhile, had tuned out his friends' discussion, focusing all of his attention on the envelope in his hands.
Since it came from Professor Westeros, he thought, it must contain something of importance.
Without further delay, Harry carefully broke the wax seal and opened the envelope, revealing its contents with anticipation. Inside, he discovered a piece of parchment covered densely with what appeared to be an extremely detailed and comprehensive schedule written in Adrian's handwriting.
After several minutes of careful examination, Harry realized that what he was holding was nothing less than a complete study plan that outlined everything he would be expected to practice, learn, and master during the upcoming summer holiday.
The list was both impressive and slightly overwhelming in its scope: advanced spell practice sessions, combat simulation exercises designed to improve his reflexes and tactical thinking, theoretical research into defensive magic principles, and preliminary attempts at Animagus transformation under controlled conditions and so on.
Ron and Hermione leaned over from their seats to examine the detailed schedule.
"Wow," Ron said with obvious surprise and more than a hint of sympathy. "This is actually from Professor Westeros? It looks like the kind of intensive training program he's given you before, but this version seems even more comprehensive. This definitely doesn't look like it's going to be easy or relaxing."
Harry frowned as he continued reading through the list of summer assignments and training exercises, clearly coming to the same conclusion as his friend.
According to this meticulously planned schedule, his summer vacation was likely to be significantly more demanding and exhausting than the regular school term had been.
Hermione's eyes, however, had begun to sparkle with intellectual excitement.
"This schedule is absolutely brilliant!" She exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. "It's scientifically arranged to build your skills progressively, with each exercise preparing you for the next level of complexity. Harry, if you actually follow this training regimen faithfully throughout the summer, next term is going to be tremendously easier for you. You'll be ahead of the curriculum in multiple subjects!"
"That may be true," Harry replied with a resigned sigh as he folded the parchment and tucked it into his robes, "but it also means my summer is going to be considerably more difficult and demanding than I was hoping for."
As the afternoon sky began to darken with the approach of evening, the Hogwarts Express gradually began to slow its steady pace. Finally, with a great release of steam and the gentle cry of brakes, the scarlet engine came to a complete stop at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered their belongings and joined the group of students making their way off the train, dragging their heavy trunks and carrying their various magical pets.
The platform was already crowded with parents who had come to collect their children, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere filled with joyful reunions, excited chatter about the year's adventures, and the occasional tearful goodbye between friends who wouldn't see each other for months.
Mrs. Weasley, as reliable and enthusiastic as ever, spotted their small group almost immediately despite the crowds. Her red hair and warm, welcoming smile made her easy to locate even in the midst of the platform's chaos, and she began waving vigorously in their direction.
"Harry, dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she enveloped him in a warm hug. "You must promise me that you'll come and stay at the Burrow for at least a few days during the summer holidays. We'd love to have you, and I know Ron would be thrilled to have someone to keep him company."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied with a genuine smile, touched as always by the warmth and acceptance that the Weasley family gave him.
Even as he exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Weasley and prepared to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione, Harry found himself automatically scanning the platform with his eyes, searching for any sign of the Dursleys among the group of parents and relatives who had come to collect their children.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, the Dursleys hadn't come to pick him up. This absence was perfectly normal and predictable, of course, since the Dursleys had no idea that today was the official end of the Hogwarts school year, and more importantly, they seemed to prefer pretending that Harry's magical education simply didn't exist.
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