The majority of October was a quiet affair for Hogwarts. Classes proceeded as normal and the first Quidditch match of the year was held with Gryffindor vs. Slytherin in which Slytherin barely eked out a win against the red and gold lions, whereas the Gryffindor seeker was next to useless, the Weasley Twins kept on the offensive and made life a living hell against the Snakes.

Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw a week later and thanks to the constant training Cedric was doing, the House of Loyalty ended up winning 170-40 in the first ten minutes.

Cho Chang, the new Ravenclaw Seeker was not impressed.

The biggest change over the month was seen in the Gryffindor/Slytherin first year Potions class in that Neville only destroyed two cauldrons the entire month and the second time hadn't even been his fault.

Suffice to say, the youngest current attending Weasley had gotten into a rivalry with one Draco Malfoy and it wasn't pretty. Professor Snape had even gone so far as to pair the two together in class so as to confine their tomfoolery to a smaller area.

It was the first time Gryffindors liked Professor Snape, even if Ron had a differing opinion.

The last week before Halloween there was a sort of tension in the air. Professor Quirrel seemed more and more nervous while his stuttering got worse. Professor Snape seemed to be oddly on edge while staring at the turban clad DADA Professor and of the students, Harry ad Neville both seemed to be rather irritable.

Hermione was starting to get frustrated with her friend and at their last class before lunch she finally put her foot down. "You and me, out at the Pitch." The slightly bossy girl declared. "I'm going to beat this funk out of you." She shook her tightened fist at Harry who was so taken back he actually laughed.

"Fine, after lunch." Harry slowly nodded.

"Good. I'll see in the Great Hall in half an hour after I -" Hermione pointed at the bathroom they were about to pass, "- clean up and deal with my hair."

Harry just nodded as he continued on while Hermione took a detour.

Down at the Great Hall, Harry was sitting with Terry and Mike, looking slightly melancholy at the fact that Hermione was about to try and beat him black and blue.

"Be careful of her kicks, mate." Mike spoke up after finishing off his plate entirely of bacon.

Terry nodded, sipping some pumpkin juice before speaking. "Granger keeps getting faster and faster too."

Harry just nodded, picking at his small snack of a lunch. For the most part he was thinking about his techniques and was not, as a majority of the Professors thought, moping about his parents' death this very day a decade ago.

Harry was irritable over the fact that he couldn't quite do the last of the three techniques, as if something about the entire thing was wrong. Even Hermione was having better luck with it when he had finally shown her the book and the technique. Thankfully her seals were still slow.

Of course once Hermione figured it out he'd be able to watch and adjust his power output and finally be able to do it.

The worst part was that Hermione was experimenting with the seals and what different combinations could come up with. It had sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He'd been practicing for months more than she had and already she was coming up with new ideas.

The girl was a bloody genius, a veritable prodigy and the hardest worker he'd ever seen. And in twenty minutes she was probably going to kick Harry's head in.

That was when Professor Quirrel nearly ran in, one hand clutching the chest of his robe, the other holding onto his turban for dear life. "Troll! Troll in the Dungeons!" his stutter was gone and he looked totally panicked. "Just thought I'd let you know."

The DADA teacher pitched forward onto his face and all hell broke loose for a grand total of five seconds.

"Students to your Dorms! Follow your prefects and stick together." Headmaster Dumbledore bellowed with a wand pointed to his throat for the first half of his command. A quick glance at the other Professors had Professor Snape striding from the Great Hall quickly.

Harry froze as he looked at the other Ravenclaws as they all paid attention to their prefects.

Hermione was still in the dungeon bathrooms.

Damndamndamn...

As all the students started to leave the Great Hall Harry snuck off when the Ravenclaws branched off to the opposite corridor that Harry needed to go. As soon as he was out of sight Harry took off at full speed, not running but jumping through the corridors at breakneck speed. Instead of taking the stairs like normal, Harry also just simply jumped from where he was, hooking his arm around of o the statues that lined the top of one of the lower staircases and pushed himself off in a rebound at an angle to get to the floor he needed.

Screeching to a halt right outside the bathroom, Harry pounded on the door calling out Hermione's name.

Hermione opened the door with a snarl. "What?"

"Troll!"

Without waiting, Hermione lashed out with a straight from her right. "Don't call me a troll, Harry."

As Harry deflected the fist with an open palm he also brought a leg up to block the knee Hermione directed to his groin. "Not you, there's a troll in the school, down here in the dungeons. We need to get out of here."

Hermione brought her knee down and her eyes widened. "Bit late now." She muttered and raised her wand directly over Harry's shoulder.

Harry turned and stared for a moment.

"Bloody Bollocks."

BREAK

The troll was an ugly monstrosity of the like which Harry and Hermione had never seen before, nor could they fathom as such either.

It had lumbered down the corridor with its heavy maul of wood and at the same time the two First Year students saw it, it saw them. Suffice to say, the troll shambled forward at a faster rate while the two children nearly screamed in terror.

Dealing with bullies didn't compare to a full sized troll, nor did just simply reading about it.

"Back in the bathroom!" Harry suddenly declared, pushing Hermione backwards as he moved himself into the bathroom as well, closing the door rather quickly.

Hermione grabbed his hand as soon as he was in there and the bushy haired girl tugged Harry into one of the stalls and quickly closed and locked it.

At his questioning look, Hermione responded smartly. "Trolls are dumb and will probably forget about us. Since we're out of sight."

"And what do we do if it makes its way in here?" Harry demanded.

"Well...what spells do you know?"

"Nothing useful."

They both grimaced at that before Harry's eyes went wide at a thought. "I might be able to force it away from us."

"You mean like that fourth year spell Depulso?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise. "How'd you learn something like that?"

"It's not quite that." Harry softly admitted to his first friend. "I've been able to do this for years. It's not magic...it's like what I'm showing you, just without the hand seals."

"Like how we see magic." Hermione nodded while whispering.

"Right." Harry nodded in turn.

Both preteens continued to sit quietly for what seemed like forever, waiting for the sounds of a troll to bash down the door. Minutes passed as both looked at each other in confusion. Eventually they decided to just go look and peered out of the bathroom stall.

Nothing at all.

"You reckon it left?"

"Only one way to find out."

They both nodded at each other once again, finally having the forethought to pull out their wands. Just before they reached the door it was smashed in by a massive club. If it hadn't been for Harry's superior reflexes and the fact that he had been training Hermione, they would have been crushed.

As it was they still barely managed to avoid being skewered by debris and backed up in fright at the incoming Troll. The two students had been forced to backtrack away from each other and both children let loose with some nasty curse words as the Troll was now in the middle while facing Harry.

Harry tried to dart to the side but the troll kept its gaze on him easily, swinging its club down violently enough to crack the stone flooring. "Hermione, pelt it with something!" Harry franticly yelled.

Hermione didn't respond verbally, but the fair sized stone she threw with all her might was response enough for Harry. Said stone manage to hit its mark dead center on the back of the Troll's skull. It faltered for only a second but that precious time was enough for Harry as he dived forward in a roll, coming up directly next to the Troll and inside of its own attack and defensive range and began to...float?

"God's Almighty Push!"

Those three words were said with such power that Hermione couldn't quite comprehend it. She did however see the results quite clearly. A sphere of...something wrapped itself around Harry, swirling and then pushing out violently in a single motion. The Troll was caught in the impact and due to Harry's position right in the Troll's guard it was launched up and back in an explosive arc that was strong enough to bash the creature into the ceiling of the bathroom and keep it going until it smashed into the opposite wall head first with a crushing force.

The Troll fell down to the ground over some of the bathroom stalls, crumpling them under its weight. Its club was still held firmly in its dead fingers but gravity eventually took hold and it fell down to the stone floor as well.

Hermione stood shocked and still. The Troll had flown in her direction and even as she decided to duck she could still feel where the air had parted her hair on her head from where the club had nearly taken her in the face. She knew she would have been hit if it hadn't been for the training Harry had given her. Though why it all started to go slowly was a puzzle to the female Ravenclaw.

They looked at each other for a moment, completely stunned at what had happened, that was when they both realized something was off and shouted the same thing in unison.

"Your eyes!"

They both paused at that and Harry looked over at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still the same green but he frowned when he looked back at Hermione. "I don't know what you're talking about, my eyes are fine and still green."

"Still?" Hermione questioned causing Harry to wince at his own mistake. "They are not anyway, they're violet and you have rings in them. What's going on Harry?"

"Yeah, well your eyes are red and have a comma in each of them. Explain that one!" Harry tried to pull the topic off of him.

"My eyes are what?!" Hermione shrieked loudly as she spun around and was at the mirror so fast that Harry barely saw her move. "What happened to me?" She rounded on Harry and before he could react or say anything she had her hands grabbing his robes and pulling him closer to stare accusingly into his indigo eyes.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Harry repeated quickly, his hands up in surrender. "My eyes changed when I was younger, I did the same thing with the Troll that I did with my Uncle and..." Harry paled at that and looked at the troll still lying there. "Oh God. I killed that troll. Oh...oh...I think I'm going to be sick."

Hermione let Harry go just as his pace started to turn a pale shade of green and he bolted away from her and over the sink. He started to wretch violently just as a group of teachers finally rushed in.

No one saw Hermione speed her hands through three different motions nor the small puff of smoke over her face.

Harry could barely see them in the mirror but summed up everyone's feelings with the situation.

"Bugger."

Break

"Let's go over this one last time." Deputy Headmistress McGonagall demanded in a tight-lipped voice.

Harry and Hermione were both now out of the bathroom and surrounded by McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, and oddly enough, Professor Snape.

"Hermione wasn't at lunch; she was down here getting ready. Er, I raced down here as fast as I could to try and get her out of her." Harry jerked his head back to the smashed open door. "I got here in time to warn her but we kinda started to argue and the Troll appeared."

"We understood that part, Mr. Potter. What we'd like to go over in detail is how you managed to subdue a troll."

"Ahh..." Harry trailed off, giving Hermione a blank look who looked back with the sane feature schooling on her face. "I dunno?"

"You don't know." The head of the Gryffindors repeated blandly.

"Nope, er...it was accidental magic I guess? I did the same to my Uncle once if that counts?" Harry hedged out his response rather reluctantly and then decided for another tactic to get the Teachers off his back. "Well not as severely since he wasn't going to kill me, I think. He might've been trying to though, never was all that happy with me being a Freak." Harry continued to babble. "Though I think I was Monster for a few weeks after that before being Freak and Boy again. I was only in the cupboard for three days which isn't the longest I had to stay in there, I even got food that time."

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall hissed angrily.

Harry didn't seem to notice as he kept babbling on. "Of course that might have been 'cause of Dudley, when no one's around we get along and Aunt Petunia only hit me with the frying pan once like five minutes before so that might've been it. I don't really remember I was like seven or something and I'm kinda tired and hungry can we goto lunch now since there's only Astronomy tonight?"

"Ah, you can both go, and you are both excused from Astronomy and homework from today." Dumbledore nodded with a dim twinkle in his eye. "Off to the medical wing as soon as you're done lunch and have Madam Pomfrey give you a once over first."

Both students nodded and bolted as fast as they could away from the set of four teachers.

The four teachers exchanged glances, McGonagall was furious at Dumbledore, Flitwick was both intrigued and horrified, Snape kept a completely neutral face and Dumbledore himself looked older than ever before.

"Severus, this weekend..." Dumbledore trailed off slowly.

The dour man just nodded tersely and stalked off.

"I'll go see to my students." Flitwick squeaked looking between his fellow teachers before scurrying off.

McGonagall glared one last time before stalking off and muttering how she told him so.

Dumbledore looked back into the girl's bathroom, sending a quick Scourgify to the sink where Harry had thrown up. The damage was almost unbelievable to the old Headmaster. The wall was magically reinforced yet there were some cracks from the sheer force of the impact. Whatever Harry had done, it was monstrously strong, yet at the same time, Dumbledore felt a bit of relief over the entire ordeal.

"I've been worrying for nothing..." He mused as he thought back to five minutes ago to Harry's pale face and the shaking from all the adrenaline in his system. A smile suddenly bloomed on his face as he waved his wand, shrinking the troll and quickly repairing the bathroom.

"Sally."

"Yeses Headmasters Dumbblydore?"

"Can you and some of the Elves clean up the bathroom and dispose of the Troll for me?"

"Yeses great Headmasters Dumbblydore!"

Albus smiled as he left the bathroom, locking the door and heading back to the Great Hall. Things were looking up, things were looking up indeed.

Meanwhile Harry and Hermione were just making their way into the Great Hall along with everyone else once more. They sat across from each other and shuddered as they looked into each other's eyes.

"So..."

"The real story, Potter." Hermione hissed lowly.

"Tell you outside." Harry hedged as the rest of the Ravenclaws started to join them, a few looking oddly at Hermione and Harry.

They decided to not comment when asked where they had been during the Headcount due to the fact that what had happened was rather Gryffindor in approach and they were both slightly embarrassed over that fact as well as Harry still reeling over the death of the Troll.

All Queries were directed to Flitwick who would answer them, probably, the day after.

Break

The trip to Madam Pomfrey was quick despite how she fussed over just how small Harry was. Neither noticed the Medi-Witch casting several discreet scanning spells that would gather information over a period of time.

Neither spoke a word until they were outside in the courtyard and well on their way to Hagrid's Hut where they usually sparred. Halfway there, Harry called for a stop.

Hermione glanced around and put her hands together and murmured, "Release." revealing her still red eyes with the comma that was still in each eye and spinning very slowly. Her glare sharpened even more and Harry almost took a hesitant step backwards.

However, Hermione faltered suddenly as her eyes reverted back to their usual dark color and she nearly toppled over in a dead pant.

"Hermione!" Harry rushed forward and caught her quickly, supporting her until they both sat down on a large boulder.

"I feel exhausted..." the bushy haired girl whispered, coughing a few times.

"I told you that it would happen." Harry reminded her gently while letting his own transformation go and taking in a deep breath. "Half a school day."

"Huh?"

"That's how long I can currently hold my transformation without a single break. So about three or four hours," he explained. "I'm all self-taught too, which is why you did better than I did at half an hour the first real time I kept it up."

"What about your eyes?" Hermione asked shrewdly and got a shrug in response. "You don't know?"

"Uncle Vernon was angry, I was scared, I just reacted and bam, new colored eyes. I had to get contacts. Since then I could see and do things that weren't ordinary. I could jump fences at eight, rooftops just before I turned eleven...I've been doing the transformation nonstop every day for the past three months now. You've done it twice." he kept the fact that she really was a genius all to himself.

Hermione nodded slowly, her enter body tensed as she looked around from her perch on the boulder. "I could see through your transformation completely with...whatever it was that happened to me...the sight of that troll nearly hitting me in the head..." Hermione looked straight into Harry's eyes as she trailed off.

"Still completely vivid?" Harry asked softly.

Hermione just nodded before speaking again. "I can clearly recall everything from then to when the Professors ran in, to what they kept asking us, to how many statues we passed." She paused and looked at Harry a moment and then down to his arm where he lashed out with her left hand, her nails scratching him and her wand in a quick motion at the same time. "Episky."

The wound was healing before she even finished scratching it.

"And the spells cast while I watched." Hermione concluded while looking at Harry, rather pale suddenly.

"No more spells for you, you're practically exhausted. That change in your eyes must be a nasty drain on your magic too." Harry scolded.

Hermione grimaced and nodded. "Let's just go visit Hagrid for some Tea then."

It was probably, outside of the Troll, the best anniversary of Harry's parents death he had ever spent.

Break

November was rather quiet for the Ravenclaws, most spent it studying while a few continued the pattern they'd set over the past two months.

In fact, the biggest news going around the Hogwarts Rumor Mill was that some kind of three headed monster was on the forbidden corridor. The Gryffindors seemed to have some sort of insider information while the Slytherins seemed to be disgruntled over something.

None of the Hufflepuffs seemed to care.

Harry and Hermione kept practicing and sparring with each other while running with the same group. No one else seemed interested in the dirty Muggle exercise despite the obvious improving grades that everyone was enjoying, Neville most of all.

The still slightly pudgy Longbottom was still having troubles with transfiguration and Charms, yet all his non-wand classes were much easier. By the beginning of December, he had even managed to go through Potions without blowing up a cauldron and it was rumored that Snape had even given the Gryffindor a point for a potion well done.

No one believed that for a moment.

Harry kept practicing with his techniques, finally making headway on the Replacement with Hermione's help, though the girl had yet to replicate the feat From Halloween with her eyes. He had agreed to share his knowledge with her and when they were both suitably assure with the two techniques they'd been training in, Harry started them off in the final one.

The Clone Technique was almost impossible to visualize for the two students with only their self-training.

It also didn't help that since Hermione was already Twelve she was supposedly pushing the limit as it was.

They had kept their little training a secret too and it would have stayed as such if Neville hadn't found out while he was searching for his Toad, Trevor in an abandoned classroom. They instantly got him to keep a secret and he said he would...as long as he would get to help train and try the things they were doing too.

Neville also gave them an idea while watching them practice the day before break. It was just an innocent question since he deduced after an explanation that the techniques had used Magical energy and Physical, the proverbial Ying and Yang.

"What else can you do? It seems like the hand gestures are like wand movements to me and speaking the technique is like a spell." Neville got the Clone Technique done on the first try, though it was just one and it was pale and weak looking.

Neville was certainly strong enough magically but he was still working on it physically. So why was he having problems in classes.

"My Father's wand." The Gryffindor whispered softly holding out the well-worn and obviously older wand. "Gram said I should be proud to use it."

The two Ravenclaws looked at each other, rather puzzled. "Doesn't the wand choose the Wizard?" Harry asked softly, sitting next to Neville.

Neville shrugged slightly. "I...well, my family wasn't even sure if I even had magic. They thought I was just a squib for the longest time." the unassuming boy was downcast as he sat there silently for the longest time until Hermione gave him a tight hug.

"They weren't sure until Uncle Algie dropped me out the second floor window and I bounced..." Neville didn't notice the look of horror on Hermione's face, nor the anger on Harry's.

That was when a plan hitched its way into Harry's mind. The best way for Neville to gain more confidence in himself and this cast better was to run the shy introvert into an outlandish extrovert...and the best way to start was with a bit of rebellion.

"Neville, you show grow your hair out." Harry slyly remarked the next day before the Longbottom was due to leave. giving a quick glance to Trevor as he grinned, "You agree with me, don't you Trevor?"

The Toad opened up his yellow eyes fully and croaked in agreement.

"See, even Trevor agrees." Harry smiled, swearing mentally that he could see the toad do the exact same thing.

Neville rolled his eyes, a faint but real smile on his face. "I'll think about it while I'm lookin for scrolls and books for you and Hermione."

"She's going to be looking for me as well." Harry nodded. "I'm going to try and see if there's anything in the library here."

With a clap on the shoulder, Harry let Neville head out to the train while Harry stayed inside, he'd already said his goodbyes to Hermione and was now one of the few students left at the school.

Several older Ravenclaws remained, no Hufflepuffs, a Slytherin or two, and a bunch of Gryffindors, though mainly the Weasleys.

The first lunch of the holiday and all the remaining students were herded to a single table, so Harry sat with the two he knew best in the infamous Weasley Twins.

"Well well, look at this Fred."

"If it isn't a little ickle Firstie."

"How's little Firstie Harry doing?"

Harry looked dryly between the two, twisting a hand through his hair and turning it Weasley Red with a grin and held out his hand to the youngest, Ron.

"Hey. Harry Potter. Ron right?" Harry promptly ignored the Twins since the other brother was older and seemed busy.

"Yeah." Ron said, piling some food on a plate. It was more food than Harry had seen anyone eat in his entire life, putting both his Cousin and Uncle to shame. "You're in Ravenclaw, huh? Not many would've thought that."

Harry nodded slowly. "I've been told that Gryffindor was everyone's guess." he was amazed when the boy finished with two plates of food in front of him while Harry had yet to put anything on the plate before him. "Uhh..."

The twins snorted when they saw the look on the faux redhead's face.

"Little Ronniekins has a bottomless stomach." George...was it George? Or Fred said.

"Where does it all go?" Harry asked mock seriously. Ron wasn't in anyway overweight, he was almost half Neville's size, slightly short and eating the food like it was the first meal a starving man had eaten in weeks.

It was some kind of symphony of destruction...just involving food instead. Harry sat in rapture before he realized he was being poked by the twins, his face flushing brilliantly as he stopped staring and pulled some food to his own plate.

"Ravenclaw is brilliant. We have a small library up there and a few of the older students are teaching me how to play Chess." Harry commented after he finished his own plate of rice and turkey.

He didn't see the twins wince but he did see Ron's head perk up as he started his third plate of food. "Chess?"

Harry just nodded at first before realizing Ron had actually stopped eating and was waiting for him to elaborate. "Yeah. They found out I had never played before. Turns out I'm rubbish. Still showing me how though."

Ron seemed to nod slowly for a moment and pushed his food away for a second. "I can help you learn if you want? I'm pretty good at it."

"Pretty good he says." Fred grumbled.

"Quite." George murmured with a shale of his head. "Listen little Harrykins. Little Ronald here's been beating the rest of us Weasley's at Chess for years."

Both twins slumped on Ron who's ears were starting to go red. "Geroffa me." the young boy mumbled in embarrassment.

"Been beating us since six. Perfect prefect Perce since seven, started taking apart Charlie at nine. Dad and Bill on his new board when he got it at ten." Fred spoke grandly, still slumped over Ron precariously.

Harry rolled his eyes at the Antics coming from the two. "So you'll help me with learning Chess?"

"Yep."

The two shook on it and grinned before moving onto a different topic with smiles on their faces.

Break.

Harry got to know more about the Weasleys as the first week of Christmas break. They shared and swapped stories about their childhood, though Harry did feel it odd that he was sharing so much with near complete strangers. He shrugged it off as learning to be friendly with more people and the fact that it was near Christmas.

It also helped that the Weasley Twins kept running with him despite it ring winter and there being mass amounts of now in Scotland. Hagrid had been kind enough to clear away a path for them to run while still near to the castle.

Running in the cold actually proved beneficial for the three of them, they managed to improve their times by several seconds by time Christmas rolled around.

Christmas rolled around and Harry was surprised he actually had gifts waiting for him. A couple books from Hermione and scroll from Neville. A box from one Molly Weasley care of the twins, a small package from the Dursleys and an unnamed box. He bought the whole set back to his bed since he was the only one in the dorm room.

Harry smiled as he opened up the box from Hermione first, ignoring the gifts first as he read the card.

Harry, found these with the help of my parents. They're like the ones you showed me but with a bit more detail into the Primary Three. The second book goes into some additional techniques that are supposed to be taught Post Graduation, but was also for the ages of twelve and thirteen.

And there's an introduction to climbing trees...I thought that was silly at first but you're supposed to do that with just your feet. I copied that part down before I sent these off. I hope you enjoy them.

Hermione.

The two books seemed to be under a couple of harmless charms, one of which managed to preserve the pages, binding, and glue that kept the book together. The other was similar to the glow around the pillar to the Hogwarts express.

"Brilliant." Harry murmured as he set the two books to the side on his bed. "Wonder what Nev sent me."

Neville's card was a lot shorter and just said 'Happy Hols' on it.

The Scroll inside the packaging was deceptively small and had even more charms on it and some Runes scribbled across it as well.

"Well. That's interesting." Harry mumbled as he cracked open the scroll. The writing was also charmed with a translation spell. It was an old one since the sentence structure didn't make much sense in English, but Harry could make out that it was a collection of techniques and the way they were supposed to be properly done. Explanations on how one should feel and how pretty much everything should work out from the start of ones education to their graduation.

"You've helped more than you know with this Nev. No more blundering around now. This'll make everything so much easier." Harry grinned and set the scroll on top of Hermione's books.

"Why would the Weasleys get me anything?" Harry frowned as he looked at the next package.

Hey Harrykins. We told Mum what you told us and she told us that she'd send you some stuff. It's all homemade and very good. Hope you enjoy it and meet us down for a good bit of Brekkie at the Gryff table.

Forge, Gred.

Inside the box was a sweater, in emerald green that fit him perfectly, a box of homemade fudge, and a small chess set with a note that said it was from Ron.

"I have to buy them something extra special for this." Harry whispered, fighting back the tears that threatened to come as he put on the Emerald sweater.

The one from the Dursleys only had a note from Dudley on the inside of the poorly wrapped package.

Don't be slacking off Cuz. Got Mum and Dad to buy you some stuff. Hope your doing good.

Big D

"It's you're, Dud." Harry laughed as he looked at the small package and tore it open. Inside was a small book, fifty pence, a pouch that had some wraps and new weight holders that were elastic instead of Velcro and a lot less bulky.

Oddly enough, the book was from Uncle Vernon and was a planner so he could keep track of his schedule, a small note was also written on the first page.

Boy, hope it's useful. Dudley thought you should get it. Don't tell your Aunt.

Harry nodded slowly, pulled out the first page and threw it in the garbage. "Thank you Uncle Vernon." He whispered softly, staring at the book and putting it next to the scroll. The back/leg pouch held the wraps still and it along with the weight holders were leaning against the books.

Finally, the last box had a single letter attached to it. It was handwritten in a very fine, yet, loopy lettering.

Your Father left this to me to study before he died. I thought it was high time it was returned to you.
Use it well.

The note was unsigned and in the package was a cloak that seemed to be made of something akin to liquid. There was also a glow to it, a very dull one that was hard to see, and there also seemed to be a taint attached to it.

Pulling it out of the box with a bit of reverence, he wrapped it around his shoulders, feeling a cooling sensation around him. Harry almost freaked out when he looked down at himself and saw not his body but the bed he was sitting on.

"Cor blimey..." he was bloody well invisible! This was beyond brilliant! This would make getting into the restricted section of the library real easy.

A shake of his head as he pulled the cloak off of him, pooling it together and hiding it in the middle of his trunk.

Five minutes later, his weights moved into the new holder and all his gifts carefully placed into his trunk, Harry made his way to the Great Hall for a spot of Breakfast with the Weasleys.

"Thanks for the gifts guys." Harry grinned at the set of four Weasleys while wearing his new sweater. They started to talk, have a Merry Christmas, and just have a great time all around.