A/N: This chapter has been beta read by my wonderful beta, Super MKatR.

Chapter 15 - The Broom of the Century

Christmas had a bittersweet taste to Harry. Certainly, it was the best Christmas he ever experienced, owing to how the Dursleys never allowed him to have a nice day. However, the truths recently discovered were popping in his mind, ruining his mood. He refused to discuss that with anyone, so he put a façade, claiming that everything was great.

Among Harry's friends, only Ginny noticed something was wrong. Harry concluded that she was a very powerful witch, because she had that power, which could only be magic, to get the things from him. After a few minutes of speaking through the mirror, he was already telling her everything that was bothering him. Harry was happy that he did, though, because he felt so relieved after. It was odd that after discovering his parents were murdered for trusting in the wrong person, that he trusted more and more in someone that he couldn't even see in person. Harry trusted Ginny with his life, not even his parents' mistake could erase that reality.

What surprised Harry was the actual Christmas presents bestowed upon him. Mrs Weasley sent him a handmade jumper and delicious chocolate bars. Hagrid gave him a wooden flute and Hermione-a box of chocolate frogs. He was completely blown away by the kindness.

Ginny knitted him a scarf with Gryffindr's colours and to Harry, no gift could be more valuable. In her first letters, Ginny said she thought knitting was extremely hard and boring despite her mother's insistence. She could have spent weeks doing it for him, and no money could buy that type of consideration. Nevertheless, Harry got another priceless present: an old invisibility cloak that once belonged to his father. The card wasn't signed and just requested him to use it well. Harry was amazed at that new treasure, another beautiful piece to join his new heirlooms collection. He would like to know who had sent it.

Harry and the noisy Weasley boys ate breakfast together and then they enjoyed a little the morning outdoor. He put on his new green jumper and his new red and gold scarf. Fred and George tried to tease him about Ginny's gift, but he pretended not to care. The boys were on their way to the grounds when Harry remembered there was something he want to share with them.

'Hey! I just remembered, there's a thing I found in my parents' house that I want to show you.' Harry cheerfully explained, already on his way to the main stairs.

The other boys ran after him, full of curiosity. They walked through the common room straight to Harry's dorm. Only just when Harry opened his new trunk did Ron realise the trunk was there at first place. 'You have another trunk?'

'It was my dad's.' Harry explained. 'I think it's magic, because my name appeared in the plaque and I didn't do anything.'

Ron curiously walked over to see if the trunk had anything special and he swore when he saw what it contained. 'Bloody hell, Harry! Was your dad a professional player or something like that?'

'Fred and George approached to take a look, and together they said, 'Blimey!'

Harry began to take the brooms from the trunk, giving them so that his friends could see them. 'Do you think they fly well?' He asked. 'They're a bit old.'

George, who was admiring one of the brooms with reverence, spoke. 'Harry, this is a Nimbus Century III…'

'It's considered the best broom of the century in all the Quidditch magazines.' Fred added.

'And you have three of them, brand new!' George concluded.

'Really? What's so special about them?' Harry wanted to know.

This time, it was Ron who spoke. 'Every one hundred years, Nimbus launches a commemorative edition of high level brooms. They don't produce many of them, they're quite expensive and just for collectors. Usually, these brooms represent everything that would be launched in the next century regarding flying.'

'So what's the difference between a Nimbus Century and a Nimbus 2000?'

'Regarding the performance, not much.' Fred explained. 'The technology didn't evolve much in the last fifteen years, when the Century III was launched. But a Century is worth a lot more galleons, because it's such a rare item.'

'So… they fly?' Harry asked again.

'Of course!' The three Weasleys chorused.

'Great!' Grinning, Harry took the third Nimbus Century III from the trunk and put it in Ron's hands. 'Merry Christmas!'

Ron was stunned with what his friend had just done. He glanced at the twins, who seemed to be astonished too. 'Harry, you can't do this!' He said.

'Yes, I can. If they're mine, I can give them to whomever I please. I just needed to be sure that they fly with safety.'

'Of course, they fly safely. Those brooms from flying lessons must be two hundred years old each… Harry, a broom like this is worth more than my home.'

'Then take good care of it!'

Ron stretched out his arm, trying to give Harry back his broom, but he couldn't disguise the suffering expression for doing that. 'I cannot take it, my mum would kill me…'

'Then tell her I threatened to paste the broom on you with a Permanent Sticking Charm if you didn't take it. And I'll make good with that promise if you don't stay with it.'

'You're crazy, did you know?'

'Totally crazy!' The twins echoed.

'Think of this way, 'Harry argued. 'I have three brooms. You stay with one, Ginny with the other and I can keep the last for its sentimental value.'

'You're going to give Ginny a luxury broom!?' George asked, incredulous. 'She doesn't even know how to fly…'

Harry chuckled. 'That's what you think.'

'Ginny knows how to fly?' Ron asked distractedly, he was still admiring his new broom.

'It makes sense. Ginny loves Quidditch, but she never asked us again to teach her how to fly since she was five or six.' Fred remarked, stooping down to grab the quaffle in the trunk, when he saw a photograph lost among the Quidditch uniforms.

In the photograph, four Gryffindor boys were smiling, hugging each other. Someone wrote at its bottom: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs.

'I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!' Fred yelled, startling Harry and Ron.

George walked over to see the photo better. 'It can't be…'

'But it is…'

'The one with glasses looks just like…'

'Exactly…'

'Hey!' Ron interrupted. 'Are you two nuts or what?'

Fred showed Harry the photo. 'Is this one your dad?' He asked, pointing to the image of James Potter.

Harry glanced at the photograph and recognized his father, having as base the other photos he had seen during the previous day. The nicknames weren't new to him, he read about them in his mother's diary, they were related to Animagus form. 'Yes, his friends called him Prongs. What about it?'

'He asks what about it, George!'

'He mocks our ignorance, Fred!'

'Is the fate making his call…'

'Should we pass on this legacy?'

'It's our duty!'

'It's our honour!'

'We'll be right back!' The twins chorused.

Harry and Ron kept staring the door, shocked, after the twins ran through it.

'What's wrong with them?' Harry hazarded to ask.

'How should I know?...'

It didn't take too long and then the twins returned with a solemn look on their faces. They cleared their throats and chanted in unison, 'Harry Potter, Prongs' heir, we are proud to bestow upon you the Marauder's Map.'

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