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Harry and you waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful.

You have been trying to remember where you have seen it because the name of the book is familiar.

They had been looking for two weeks, but as they only had odd moments between lessons, it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing.

What they really needed was a helpful long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks, and waiting for you to remember it again.

Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined the other two, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything. "

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them. "

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione.

"What's a dentist?" You asked.

"They tend teeth." Hermione chuckled.

"Really?! Maybe I should visit in the future because my teeth have been bothering me lately." You explained Hermione how your teeth have been aching badly.

After chatting with them, you went back to your Slytherin table, where your friends are talking and eating.

"Hello, fancy seeing you here, Dumbledore. I wonder where the princess of Hogwarts has been into." Henry Grey spoke as the other three Slytherin looked at them.

"I believe it is not your business, Grey." You playfully rolled your eyes on him.

"Oh my." Henry laughed.

"By the way, you four will owl me, right?" You asked.

"Or maybe "falcon me." 'Cause you know, Kayden has a falcon instead of an owl." Easton Hamilton pointed at Knight.

"Yes, yes, but you four will send me letters. Right?" You spoke.

"Yes, of course, and by the way. My parents let me go to your house, Grey." Kayden Knight and smiled.

"That's great!"

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I slowly woke up from my nap, "Kay, wake up, it's morning ." I groan.

But there was no angry cursing husky groaning morning voice.

I stood up and looking at the bed in front of me; it was empty.

"I forgot she went with Henry for Christmas." I jumped off my bed and went to the toilet and did my routine.

After doing it all, I put a grey dress, high knee socks, flat black shoes, and braid my hair and placed a bow on it.

And went down to the great hall and met Hermione. I saw my friends playing chess. Ron was teaching Harry how wizard chess works, but he's awful it.

Harry played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all.

He wasn't a very good player yet, and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing.

"Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, and we can afford to lose him. "

"Knight to E5." The Knight moves to its destination. Hermione walks up behind Harry.

Ron gave Harry a smug face, "Queen to E5."

Hermione and I watch as Ron's queen goes over to Harry's knight and whacks the knight with her chair. Ron grins.

"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione said with a shocked face.

"Hello, boys." I walked up to them behind Hermione and smiled.

They looked at me, and their faces imminently went rosy.

"Good morning, Y/N, and Hermione," Harry spoke.

"Playing chess, I see, Kayden would be furious if she saw you let the knight get destroyed in the wizard chess," I smirk.

"Harry is awful at this game,"

"Ron, its a wizard chess. It's very confusing."

"But it's the same as muggle chess; it's just they move." Dean sighs.

"Wait, muggle chess, don't move?" I looked at them with curiosity.

"Yes, they don't move. You have to move them to their places." Harry explained.

"Oh."

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I am currently wrapping up my presents for my friends; I purchased the three boys some muggle watch.

Gold, but I am not sure if it's genuine gold. And for the girl, I bought her a necklace.

I gave my friends presents. Well, I couldn't decide so I gave them a ring based on their personalities.

On Christmas Eve, I went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, and I can't wait to give my friends their gifts.

I woke early in the morning; still in my pajamas, I went to the Gryffindor dorm tiredness yet following me.

Once I was in front of their passageway, "Password?" Said the fat lady.

"Caput Draconis." I yawn, the portrait swung open.

I walked inside and saw Ron and Harry, "Good morning, boys." I tiredly spoke.

"Good morning, seems like you didn't sleep well." Said Ron.

"I couldn't help feeling excited for the special day." I chuckled.

"Anyway, it seems like your gifts are here! Come on, let's open it!" Harry grabbed my hand and led me to them.

"Look, Y/N! My mother got you a present too!" Ron gave me a gift.

"Really?! That's awesome!" I smiled widely. I unwrapped the present and got a Weasley sweater.

I got one of these already, but I still love it; I treasure Mrs. Weasley's hand made a sweater because they are so comfy.

"Yay!!!" I smiled and jumped a bit.

"And here, our gifts."

I got sweets from Ron and a ribbon bow hair clip from Harry, red ones.

"Thanks, boys! And I'll hide these sweets and eat them. I can't let the professors about this." I chuckled.

"Now come on, open mine." I smiled.

Both of them nodded and unwrapped my gift; both of them looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's not good, isn't it..." I sigh.

"No! It's great! It's just a ring?" Ron spoke.

"Well yeah, if the other Slytherins were here, they would be like, "Oh my, Y/N, are you proposing to them." Jeez, I can picture them saying it." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I was thinking about that." Harry laughed.

"Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid.

Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. He had obviously carved it himself. Harry blew it -- it sounded a bit like an owl.

I also got a present from the professors; I was in my room, thinking of opening it maybe later at night.

A second, tiny parcel contained a note.

We received your message and enclosed your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," said Harry.

Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence.

"Weird!" I said, "What a shape! This is money?" Ron added.

"You can keep it," said Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron was. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle -- so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel.

"My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and -- oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater. "

"It's the best Harry; I got many of it! It's comfy! Very comfy." I grinned.

"Every year, she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon. "

"Mine is always colorful, sometimes not, but I still love it anyway." I laughed.

"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

His next present also contained candy, a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.

This only left one parcel. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.

"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione.

"If that's what I think it is -- they're really rare and precious. "

"What is it?"

Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water is woven into the material.

"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is, try it on. "

Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders "It is! Look down!" I pointed at him.

Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror.

Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible.

He pulled the cloak over his head, and his reflection vanished utterly.

"There's a note!" I said suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

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Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing, he had never seen before were the following words:

"Your father left this in my possession before he died.

It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well.

A Very Happy Christmas to you."

There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Harry. He felt extraordinary. Who had sent the cloak? Had it once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open, and Fred and George Weasley bounded in.

Harry stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Happy Christmas!"

"Hey, look -- Harry and Y/N got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G.

"Theirs is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family. "

Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm. "

"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.

"You look fine, Ron." You patted his head; Ron smiles at you, "thanks, Y/N."

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed.

"I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid -- we know we're called Gred and Forge. "

"I got mine with my name too!" You jumped and swung around, showing them your sweater.

"You look great." Fred winked.

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one, and Y/N got another one. " George said.

"She loves this sweater, she said it's comfy," Fred said.

"I -- don't -- want -- " said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the shirt over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"Come on, Percy! We all are wearing it too." You walked up to him and tiptoe, and fixed his glasses.

"Th-thanks, you don't really have to do that." He fixed himself.

The four boys stared at you two, giving you both a look; they somehow felt sad.

How you pay attention to someone else while they are in the same room as you.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family. "

"And you too, Y/N, you're sitting with us." Ron grins.

"Of course!" You chuckled.

They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along with the table.

These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside.

Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred, and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice.

Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

While you, you were happy to celebrate Christmas, your family, and friends.

Because some of your friends would go home, which makes you really sad because you wanted to celebrate with them.