When is a legend legend? When is a myth a myth? How old and disused must a fact be for it to be relegated into the category 'Fairy-Tale'?

To tell you the truth - I wouldn't know. Those words normally belong to another person in my 'group' but anyway.

I was a legend, persay, even in my own time. But now that years and years have passed, I am one even more. I have heard some of the tales - a few of them are quite ridiculous. One even said that I was a Slytherin, if you would believe it.

But time twists things, and I know that. Time also repeats itself, and I know that too. And maybe, maybe it will be tonight...

In a dark corner outside of a large and noisy bustling room a lone figure stood. Tapping her foot, ever so impatiently, The tall and auburn hared girl waited for her comrades in crime to show up.

From the corner, in a gaggle of Gryffindors, a girl turned her head the tiniest bit and gave the impatient girl a slight wink. She then quickly went back to her conversation and burst into gales of laughter along with the other people.

Well, at least she's here, the first girl thought, looking at her Gryffindor friend, who said something to the rest of the Gryffindors, and discreetly slipped away.

"Sorry about that, Virgo," the Gryffindor girl said to the other.

"No apologies needed," said the girl - who you know as Virgo - to the other. "Now, if we could only get the others here."

Delphi - the Gryffindor girl - gave a bit of a shrug and a half-smile, but didn't say anything. Virgo sighed. Since the other two girls were Slytherins, it was possible that Delphi was making a wisecrack in her head, but wasn't going to say it out loud. It wasn't anything serious - the two Slytherins probably delt it out more than they got it.

The dark corner was quiet in mutual contemplation as Delphi and Virgo waited for their Slytherin counterparts. Virgo, being the Ravenclaw that she is, was becoming impatient with Moxie and Sierra, who should have been right where she was standing a good 15 minutes ago. The she heard whispers down the hall. She froze, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn�t get caught.

"Oh, shut up!" one of the voices was saying. "It's not my fault that we're late!"

"Oh yeah?" the other voice challenged in a voice that was a little over a whisper. "I wasn't the one that had to stay for the Gobstone tourney, Moxie!"

Virgo and Delphi relaxed against the wall as the thin, blonde, green-eyed girl and her slightly shorter counterpart rounded the corner. In a stage whisper, to make sure the approaching figures could hear, Delphi called out, �Took you long enough!�

Virgo hushed her, not wanting a fight to breakout, but her helpless pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Oh, shut up, Gryffindor the Great," Moxie snapped, being in foul mood. "I'm sorry I've ruined you're perfect time."

Delphi cracked a grim smile. "You are forgiven."

"Stop yelling, or we're going to get caught," Virgo sighed.

"We need to move," Sierra said, being in a more reasonable mood than Moxie. "Filch'll be back soon."

"Right then. Come on, you two," Virgo called to Delphi and Moxie, who were no longer bickering, but snarling silently at each other instead.

Peeved, Virgo led the way. Out of pockets came parchment of all sizes and colors, the makings of the new marauder�s map, since the original one had been lost forever a long time ago.

"We are going to be legends if we ever get this finished," Delphi said happily, looking over the beginnings of the map.

"If we get it finished," Moxie sighed, no longer annoyed, but looking crestfallen. "Pity we aren't anigami, like the original marauders."

"Pity," the others murmured in agreement.

"Look," Sierra said, pointing to a crack in the curtains. "It's a full moon!"

Virgo smiled as she sketched the window in on her parchment. "Strange things happen on full moons, you know. Spiritual stuff."

"You've been listening to Professor Sirax too much," Moxie commented, referring to the Divination teacher. "I thought Ravenclaws were logical to the core."

"Well, you never know," Virgo shrugged. "Something might."

Sierra, one of the artists in the group of four went ahead, sketching as she went, determined to document all the minute details of the less used hallway. She stopped in front of a large picture. Gazing at it, her jaw dropped. �Guys�� she started, trailing off. �Come here�.�

Delphi, the other great artist in the group, hurried to Sierra�s side. �What is it?� she asked. Sierra pointed, jaw still hanging. �What?� prompted Delphi, annoyed.

Virgo and Moxie came up next to the stunned Sierra and doubting Delphi. �WHAT- IS- IT?� Delphi practically screamed.

Virgo�s mouth dropped open too. �The picture isn�t moving, Delphi. And look.� She pointed at the bushy hared girl with her hand on the sitting figure�s shoulder. �She�s pointing to something��

Sierra frowned, took her quill, and used the end of it to trace down the finger of the girl. It stopped at the corner of the frame. "What do you make of this?" she asked, sounding too professional.

Delphi reached out and touched the frame. The frame appeared to be made out of solid gold, with thirteen little circular notches carefully etched into it. "This would take anybody, magical or not, years to make," Delphi commented.

Moxie, who had been silent, looked about. The picture was in a lesser-used hallway, mostly full of empty classrooms and storage closets that were never used. The picture itself was situated across from the window, and the velvet curtains were shut tight against the sun, or moon.

"Maybe a muggle did it?" Virgo suggested. "The figures look familiar."

The picture itself was of four people, three in deep scarlet robes, and one of green so dark it was nearly black. Two male figures in crimson robes sat down, smiling slightly, the kind of smile that holds secrets behind an innocent stance. There was a female behind the two sitting men, with brown bushy hair, who had one hand at her side, and the other on one of the sitting men's shoulders, a finger discreetly pointing towards the corner of the frame. The last figure, which was standing beside the female, had green robes on, and his arms crossed forbiddingly, and a sort of sneer on his facial expression. But his eyes were looking in the same direction that the girl's hand was pointing.

There was a plaque, covered in dirt below the golden frame. Grimacing, Delphi wiped away some of the dirt. Then the etched words were easy to read.

"I knew they looked familiar!" Virgo said triumphantly. "I wonder why it's back here, though."

Moxie, who had been holding silence, broke forth. "I get it!"

"You get what?" Sierra asked, perplexed.

"It all! Don't you see?" Moxie asked, jumping up and down. "It's a puzzle. Boy, am I glad I paid attention to Astronomy."

"I think she's off her rocker," Delphi muttered.

"No I'm not! Listen. Hermione is pointing to one of the circles, see?" she asked, exuberantly. The rest of her friends nodded.

"So?" asked Virgo.

"There are thirteen circles all together. There are thirteen times during the year that the moon is full!" she went on, pointing to the window. "And the painting is across from a window..."

There was a sudden intake of air, as it all clicked. Sierra and Delphi ran back, and pulled back the heavy velvet curtains from the window.

The window was very odd. It was a normal window, with the exception that the glass was very thin, giving the appearance that the sky was closer than normal. In the glass, there was what looked like a small, iron ringlet smack in the center. The full moon struck in the center of the iron ringlet, and deflected the moonlight -

Right onto the depression that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were pointing at.

The picture started to shake. Moxie and Virgo backed away hurriedly. The figures in the frame moved. Still the foursome backed further away. Abruptly, all color, all pictures disappeared from the frame, and an invisible hand started smoothly etching words on the now white canvas.

The canvas fell into the ground, revealing an empty hole. Everybody swallowed.

"Well," Delphi said, swallowing, "we did come for adventure... so lets go...� She took a shaky step towards the gaping hole.

"Gryffindor the brave," Moxie muttered, and Sierra nodded, before following.

Not wanting to go, but not wanting to be left behind, Virgo followed them into the picture frame.

When Virgo had climbed in, the canvas slammed back up, with the force of an iron door. The sound echoed through the corridor, though surprisingly, it wasn't completely black. Ghostly light bounced off of the shiny walls.