So in the long dark days of the summer my mind tends to spend most of its time thinking about Harry Potter and chocolate. Sometimes at the same time. This has led me to have an epiphany so blowing of the mind that I felt the need to resurrect my blog simply to discuss it. Even if noone comments I might just start commenting on the post anyway with more HP musings as they enter my brain.
So I’ve been thinking that the marauders must’ve been a set of fucking geniuses. Not your standard geniuses like Hawking and Einstein and Joey Essex, but like proper wildly gifted geniuses. The Marauder’s Map, for those who don’t know, can sense anyone and everyone in their natural form, whack a GPS tracker on them and map them onto a sweet little roll of parchment for you to hunt out all the mandem or cheat at hide and seek. 
You might remember that the map gave us all a huge hint that Wormtail was still alive by showing Peter Pettigrew scampering round the corridors dressed as a mouse (ish). In the same vein, the map revealed our man Harry’s whereabouts even when he was wearing that pricey invisibility cloak.
LET’S NOT FORGET THAT DEATH HIMSELF COULDN’T FIND IGNOTUS PEVERELL WHEN HE WAS UNDER THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK. OR HIS SON OR HIS SON’S SON OR LIKE ANY OF THE SONS (NO WORD ON WHETHER THERE WERE ANY DAUGHTERS INVOLVED) THE MARAUDERS ARE ACTUALLY SMARTER THAN DEATH. (note: this is the epiphany)
So basically a gang of teenagers – one of whom was a ratty little traitor-bastard – managed to enchant a piece of parchment which is technically more wised up than death himself. James, Sirius, Remus and Petey then all went to their deaths in an untimely manner which makes me think that death got pretty fucked off that they’d outsmarted him and went ahead and smited them all. If they all didn’t dance with death maybe the whole thing would never have happened.
More on this another time. Bye 
