Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, Jk is not my love slave, and Draco owes me a partridge in a pear tree...stupid prat ate mine...who eats partridge anyway? Weird ones, that's who.
Ch. 2
Harry walked into his dorm room and sat upon his bed. He had a weird feeling, like something was going to happened. He waited for something signifigant, but nothing did. He decided it was just gas...besides, his scar didn't hurt. He sat up as he felt a cold chill brush over him and he realized his window was open. Who the bloody hell would open a window in the middle of December? He quickly shut it, and returning to the bed saw a package neatly sitting on his pillow. It said, Harry potter in loopy letters and he quickly opened it. Inside was a green cap with a feather. Laying beneath it was a small dagger with a sheath for it. He pulled it out and wondered if Dumbledore had overdosed on lemon drops and decided to give him gifts before Christmas again. He slid the cap on his head, thinking to humour the old man, and was surprised to find the thing wouldn't come off! He tugged at the cap for a few moments before he heard a loud boom. Was that cannon fire?