"Harry’s dad had three friends help him with the map. Peter Pettigrew - who admittedly is as dull as a doorknob and probably now traipsing around god knows where with his new master. Sirius Black - he died at the ministry last year." She fished a piece of empty parchment from her bag. "From what I've been told, the real brains of their little group was Remus Lupin. Who we will see in a week's time at the wedding."