Jesus Christ!-mas

James came down to breakfast that morning after spending the night at the astronomy tower with a small smirk on his face. That night, the other ARS members had left, leaving only two guardsmen at the gate of Hogwarts, which was more than enough.

Christmas break had finally started, and the castle had emptied sufficiently. It was Christmas morning, and he took a seat down at the Hufflepuff table, the one closest to the teachers.

"C'mon up, Mr. Evans," the Headmaster called with a wave. He was the only student left in the school, after the death eater attack the parents had been on edge and wanted their children safe at home. James didn't have that luxury.

"Morning, Headmaster," He chirped, fixing himself a cup of tea. He wasn't that hungry. He pulled a worn copy of Hamlet from his pocket, and promptly frowned down at it. "Anyone got a pen?"

"I've got a quill," Flitwick said helpfully. James' frown deepened. The muggle studies teacher, a youngish women, handed a pen which blue ink over helpfully.

"I was a muggle born myself, and never really got used to quills," She explained helpfully to his raised eyebrow. "And what's with the torches, anyway? If you've got better muggle technology, use it!"

Snape snorted over his eggs and potion notes, and rolled his eyes.

"Come now, Professor, don't be such damn tight assed pure-blood. Pens are so much more efficient!"

"I doubt it," Snape muttered stubbornly. The muggle studies professor pulled a black pen from her purse and waved it tauntingly before the hooked nosed professor. Grudgingly, he took it and scribbled something on his notes. His eyes widened as the ball point pen worked its own magic.

"Perhaps we should all switch to 'pens'." Dumbledore said, taking the pen from Severus's hand carefully and writing experimentally with it on a napkin.

A large brown barn owl choose that moment to arrive, and dropped a parcel and letter in front of James. James raised an eyebrow at it, and picked up the letter. It has a seal of Gringott's bank, which he broke and opened.

"Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,


It was instructed to Gringott's Fine Banking that you come into your full inheritance during the Christmas of your sixteenth year of existence. The legacy includes:

An estate in.."

James stopped reading there, dropping the letter down onto the package, thinking it impolite to read in on someone else's private letter. Dumbledore leaned over.

"A letter from Gringott's? I didn't know you had an account there, Mr. Evans," He commented.

"I don't. They've made a mistake," James said with a shrug, as Dumbledore frowned and took a sip of his coffee, since it wasn't often that Gringott's ever made a mistake. "It's addressed to Harry James Potter, actually."

The entire staff spat their coffee and tea, respectively, out over the table. They stared at him for a long moment, a look of pure realization crossing their features.

"Oh, dear," Dumbledore said, staring at him, and James caught the message immediately.

"Jesus Christ!" James exclaimed, standing up so quickly his high backed chair tipped over.

End

Sorry for the cliffy, but at least I updated! I have no idea where this is going now! SO it will probably take a few more weeks before I come up with something! If you have idea's, give them to me in reviews! I need them! Haha. Sorry about the long wait for this. I think I actually forgot I was writing this story until someone sent me a PM! So thanks to that person, here's a new chapter. Let me know if I've made any contradictions with my old chapter! Let me know if I'm getting better at spelling/capitalization in the past, what, year? That sounds about right. I'm going to go take a nap.