It all started with the gloves, that James knew. Some days it felt like that was all that he knew. Those gloves that had appeared with all of his other presents under the family's tree. Not wrapped or a note signed, simply addressed to James Potter the Second. Of course his parents had been wary of the anonymous gift but when the set turned out to be simply fine dragon-hide gloves that would magically size to their owner, they relented. At first James hadn't been all that interested in them any more than any other clothing he had ever received as a present. But when a wrist mounted wand holster of matching quality was delivered to the house on his birthday that year, his curiosity was piqued. Over the next few years gifts of impeccable quality and taste arrived addressed to him every time a gift was appropriate. Even the event his parents had thrown the year he helped the Gryffindor Quiddich team win the house cup.
These years later James was inspecting his mystery Christmas gift. For the first time, he had received a note along with wrapping. He didn't recognize the handwriting but at the same time he did. The same hand had been writing his name on every gift's tag, some of the letters were very familiar but he couldn't help but feel a little trepidation at what it said.
"Meet me in the trophy room at midnight if you wish, James Tiberius Potter the Second."
It was so simple of a note but James knew without a doubt it was from the same person, he would recognize that handwriting of his name anywhere. Of course, he was going, but secretly, James couldn't help but wonder who would be meeting him there.