In the Slytherin Common Room, Ronan sat back on the armchair by the fire and enjoyed his hot cocoa. There was no one in his dorms to disturb him. Although some people might start to feel uneasy from the silence of dorms. But he was not such a guy, he quite enjoyed it. Ever since he had started on the second-year course, many things had kept him busy.
One another reason for his serene good mood was the inheritance that he got from his father. He had inherited a small house in Scotland from his Father. He would visit it when he would have time. As far as his mother is concerned, from her she had inherited a house in London, in central London to be exact. And it is the house is not any other house, it is the house that hosted The Most Ancient and Noble House Black.
He didnt know but Sirius’s family is a very big deal in this world, they are the part scared twenty-eight houses of magic Britain, which according to his accountant Hookgrim was a very big deal. They are one of the richest and most influential families in Magic Britain. And they were truly rich, from the number of Galleons that Hookgrim showed that he had inherited, he was sure that he could not be considered poor now. He was not Malfoy wealthy, but he had enough that he would be able to buy anything he wanted during his days in Hogwarts.
And with the inheritance, he also has a source of income as well. As it turns out, the Black family owned three shops in Diagon Alley, whose rent did make him recheck the books that Hookgrim showed. He didnt know whether he could trust the goblin with all the matters of his account, cause he had heard very bad things about goblins from his friends. For now, he would let the old goblin handle everything, but soon he would take over. As a man who had read a lot about accounts or commerce on the whole, Ronan is more than capable of handling stuff like finances.
Now the only thing that he had to worry about was progress in the magical arts…
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On Christmas Eve, when Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting presents at all. When he woke early next morning, however the first thing that he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.
“Happy Christmas,” Ron who had just woken up, said sleepily.
“You too,” he said with his eyes still at the packages, “Will you look at this? I have got some presents!” He then leaped off his bed, to see what these things were.
He picked up the top parcel, it was wrapped in thick brown paper. Scribbled across it were the words, To Harry, From Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. He knew that Hagrid made it himself, he blew it and it sounded perfect.
To Harry’s surprise, there was a small package from his Uncle and Aunt as well. It was a small box, from which he took out an Ocatgaonal coin of fifty pence. Ron was more fascinated by the shape of the coin, so he tossed the coin to him without thinking about it.
There was a note with the box as well, saying, We received a message to enclose your Christmas Present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
“Hagrid and my aunt and uncle… So who sent these?” Harry asked.
“I think I know who that one’s from,” Ron said, going a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. “My mum. I told her you didnt expect any presents.”
Harry opened it up, to hear Ron say, “Oh no.. She made you a Weasley jumper as well” It was a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of home-made fudge.
Ron then went for his parcel as well, “Every year she makes us a jumper, and..” He opened his parcel, “Mine is always Maroon.”
“Well, that is really nice of her,” He tasted the fudge and it was very tasty as well. It is then he remembered Ronan, “Ron, do you reckon Ronan got any gifts?”
“Dont know about that… wait, Hermione was saying that she would do some Christmas shopping. As they are friends, I think she would have sent him something.”
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Harry then questioned, “Ron, you dont like Ronan, do you?”
Ron stood still for a second, and sighed, “It is not like I dont like him Harry. I am just wary of him. And I think we should be as well. There is something off about that guy. Not to mention he is in Slytherin.”
“But he is a good guy, right? I mean he did save us all from the troll.”
“He did,” Ron then hesitated for a bit, then spoke, “I just think that we should be wary of him. A snake might act friendly at first, but a snake can bite you when you least expect it.”
“I think you are a little bit biased,”
“Maybe,” Ron didnt deny it, “But I have good reason to be.”
Ron did give Harry to think about something. But he pushed all his thoughts aside when Ron started opening his presents, and he moved on to open his. His next present was sweets, a large box of chocolate frogs from Hermione. His next present was a new chess set from Neville. And then there was only one parcel left, he picked it up and felt it. It was very light, and from touch, it felt that it contained some sort of cloth.
Something fluid and silvery grey slid to the floor, where it lay in gleaming folds. Seeing the weird cloth, Ron gasped.
“I have heard of those,” He said in a hushed voice. Ron then dropped his gifts and came to see it for himself. “If this is, what I think it is.. They are very rare and really valuable.”
“What is it?” Harry asked as he picked up the cloth.
“It is an invisibility cloak,” Ron said with an awe on his face. “I am sure of it is, try it on.” Harry then threw the cloak around his shoulders, which made Ron yell, “It is! Look down!”
Harry looked down at his feet, but there was nothing down there. Immediately he dashed toward the mirrior. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in mid-air, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head, and his reflection vanished completely.
It is then Ron exclaimed, “There is a note!” he said, “A note fell out of it.”
He pulled the cloak off and went and seized the letter. Written in a rather beautiful and loopy writing were the words…
__________________
Your father left this in my possession before he died.
It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.
A Very Merry Christmas to you.
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There was no signature, so they didnt know from whom this cloak was. Harry stared at the note for a few seconds, conflicted about his feelings. While Ron stared at the cloak with admiration.
“I would have given anything for one of those,” Ron said when he noticed the face of Harry, “What is the matter, Harry?”
“Nothing,” He felt strange at the moment. Inwardly he knew that the reason why he was very conflicted was because this was the first time in his life that he had ever held something that really belonged to his parents. He had seen his mother’s childhood picture in his house, but there were no pictures of her in adulthood. Aunt Petunia did everything to make everyone believe that she was an only child, which involved getting rid of anything that could let people suspect that she had a sister.
It was then Fred and George barged into the room with their jumpers on. Harry swiftly put away his cloak, and frog marched to Percy’s room…
Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. As most of the children had gone home for Christmas, Professors came down from the high table and joined the rest of the students at their tables. Everyone was in a cherry mood, Dumbledore even changed his pointy wizard hat into a flowery bonnet.
A hundred fat, roast turkeys, mountains of roast and boiled potatoes, platters of fat chipolatas, tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce, and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic crackers were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats. 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.
After the sumptuous feast, Harry invited Ronan for a snowball fight. But he declined saying he had to study. So he and Ron went to have a snowball fight until they were sweating. After that, they returned to their hot common room where Harry opened his new chess set. And only after a very bad defeat did they put away the chess set. After some tea and cakes, they all went back to bed.
It had been Harry’s best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it, the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it. Ron, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as he’d drawn the curtains of his four-poster.
Harry leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the Cloak out from under it. His father’s ... this had been his father’s. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said. He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the Cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.
Suddenly, Harry felt wide awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this Cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know. And he had just the place in the library that he wanted to visit, away from prying eyes.