Harry descended the winding staircase from his dormitory to the common room, faster with every step. His glasses bounced down the bridge of his nose, but he shoved them back up as he bounded down the last few steps. Stopping in his tracks at the bottom, he gasped in awe and marveled at the glimmering, enchanted-candle lit Christmas tree that stood tall in the center of the room.

Parcels wrapped in shiny red and gold boxes and marvelous bows scattered the floor.

"How beautiful!" He breathed.

Ron stepped into the archway at the top of the stairs in his bare feet and outgrown pajamas. He rubbed his eyes.

"Happy Christmas, Harry!" He called, still sleepy eyed, as he padded down to his friend who still stood at the foot of the stairs.

"Are all these parcels just for Gryffindor?" Harry motioned at the piles of gifts from family and friends.

"Sure are," Ron replied. "We can get a go at them before the others wake up!"

They quietly ran over to the tree and knelt next to the abundance of gifts.

Ron dove into a mountain of big boxes, while Harry watched, taking it all in. "Even Dudley never got this many gifts!" He mused.

Ron popped his head out of the boxes he was digging through. "Harry! This one has your name on it!"

"Really?" Harry moved over to take a look. "I wonder who would send me a parcel on Christmas?"

"Dunno."

Harry ignored Ron's answer to his rhetorical question. He undid the ribbon on the large, flat, gold box. Taking the cover off, he looked inside, but to his dismay, the box appeared empty. But as he reached in, he could feel something other than the tissue that lined the box. He removed a rough, see-through fabric. He could feel it...but couldn't see it.

As he held it up, examining it from every angle, (not that there was much to see) it slipped over his hand which disappeared, too!

"Harry! That's an invisibility cloak!"

"Brilliant!" He exclaimed. "But it doesn't have a tag...hmm..." He placed his cloak back in its box, for it seemed quite easy to loose.

He then picked up a square parcel rapped in cranberry foil. "This has your name on it!"

Ron grabbed it and looked at the tag. His smile vanished. "Oh, no. It's from Mum."

HAHA! #epiccliffhanger

It might sound like the book, but don't worry! The next chapter won't! Bwahahaha!