Hogwarts.
Gryffindor dormitory.
Harry and Ron were tearing into their presents with huge grins.
Harry sighed as he unwrapped one, "I can't believe I got so many gifts. Heck, I figured I wouldn't get any at all."
The first one he opened was from Hagrid—a rough-hewn flute.
Harry figured Hagrid had made it himself. He gave it a tentative blow, and it ca out sounding just like an owl hoot.
The surprise? A gift from his aunt and uncle...
A single coin.
A fifty-pence piece.
"Eh, it's... friendly enough, I guess."
"Goo-goo—"
At the sound, Ron—busy ripping into a lumpy package—didn't even look up. "Harry, is Hagrid's flute that much fun? Lend it here, let try?"
"Uh, I didn't even play it."
A second later, wings fluttered into the room.
Harry and Ron watched as an owl swooped in, dropping a gift box in front of each of them.
Then it just picked a random bedpost and perched there, all casual.
Ignoring the now-familiar ssenger, Harry and Ron dove into their new packages at the sa ti.
"It's from Lucien! Mine's a broom repair kit—man, he thought of everything."
Harry ran his fingers over the tools in delight, already eyeing his Nimbus 2000 to give them a test run.
"Huh, mine's a portable, expandable lunchbox?"
Ron kept reading the card. "Lucien made it himself—keeps food warm for ages. Whoa, and the inside space is huge!"
"This ans no more stressing about late-night snacks when I'm starving."
Ron stashed the box away with a satisfied grin, then added a touch enviously, "Man, those Hufflepuffs have it made—their common room's right by the kitchens. Sigh, eat whenever you want."
"Harry, you think if I wasn't a Weasley, the Hat would've dumped in Hufflepuff...?"
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He'd only peeled back one corner of that bulky paper package when Ron suddenly cracked a wry smile. "It's from Mum—classic Weasley sweater. Why's mine always this weird purple-red? It's so off."
"Oh yeah, Harry—Mum told she knitted one for you too. And Lucien, actually. Wonder if he'll like it."
The owl on the bedpost ruffled its feathers.
Not bad—looks pretty good, and it'll keep you toasty.
Mrs. Weasley's handiwork was top-notch, as always.
Lucien, in owl form, twisted his head to eye the sweater in Harry's hands.
Whoa, that's a bright green. Good thing it's not a fuzzy hat.
Harry was over the moon—this was his first brand-new piece of clothing from anyone. Back ho, it was always Dudley's hand--downs.
He munched on the homade fudge Mrs. Weasley had tucked in, then popped a Chocolate Frog from Hermione into his mouth.
"Check this out, Ron—what is this?"
Harry's last gift tumbled out—a silvery-gray, liquidy puddle that sloshed onto the floor.
"No way—is that...?"
Ron scooped it up in disbelief and shook it out. "An Invisibility Cloak!"
"Bliy, if soone sent one, I'd trade it for a feast every al, no question!"
With Ron egging him on, Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders.
"I really vanished!"
As Harry dashed around, a note fluttered to the floor.
Your father left this with before he died. It's ti it was returned to you. Use it well. Sincerely, rry Christmas.
Harry stared at the words, frozen. He had no clue who sent it... and it had been his dad's?
The owl's eyes locked onto the cloak draped over Harry.
Tsk, tsk. One of the Deathly Hallows shows up this early.
Legend had it this ca straight from Death itself—true, permanent invisibility.
Not like your run-of-the-mill cloak made from Demiguise hair, which fades with use and ti. And definitely not so quick Disillusionnt Charm.
Alrighty, with this cloak, Harry's officially on track—ti to chase down the Sorcerer's Stone.
Lucien narrowed his pupils, tapping into the owl's killer eyesight to zero in on an open Chocolate Frog box.
Better speed things up a bit.
With a flap of his wings, he dove straight for the pile of frogs.
"rlin's beard—that owl's trying to nick our snacks!"
"Stop it!"
Lucien rolled his eyes inwardly at the two kids' frantic flailing, dodging their grabs with ease.
He batted the frogs around, sending one card drifting right into Harry's path like it was ant to be.
Then, before they could blink, the owl snatched a Chocolate Frog and bolted.
Ron gaped, mouth hanging open. "I've got to tell George and Fred—they'll never buy this..."
Harry, anwhile, snagged the card on instinct.
His eyes hit the face: Dumbledore.
Scanning down—Dumbledore's famous feats: Defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and with his partner, Nicolas Flal, in alchemy...
Nicolas Flal?
"Nicolas Flal!"
"Yeah, Harry—didn't Hermione make us promise to keep digging on him before she left?"
Ron grabbed a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean from Hermione's gift and tossed one in his mouth.
He chewed... then spat it out quietly.
"Ow—wait, no! Nicolas Flal—look at this card!"
"I knew that na rang a bell, but I couldn't place it. It's been staring us in the face!"
Harry shook Ron's shoulder like a maraca, shoving the card in his face.
Ron finally got a good look. "Dumbledore? I've got, like, a dozen of these..."
"rlin's woolly socks! Nicolas Flal!"
Ron clutched the card tight, eyes glued to the na like it might vanish.
Then he whipped around to Harry. "That owl's our lucky bird! George told —if you spot a good-luck animal on Christmas, you gotta honor it, feed it every day, and boom: lifeti of good fortune, full belly, the works!"
"Harry, we have to find that owl!"
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