Day 6:

Harry could feel the pressure burning. Snape was going to be receiving some very spendy potions ingredients today that the giftee's galleons would just barely cover. It made Harry happy though that the Galleons would be going to a great use, to be sending snape something of value. Snape would likely assume he was being pranked based on the ingredients and what they could be used for. Hell, most of them were common ingredients in poisons, but also ones for potions of health and love potions. Harry felt himself blushing at the idea of Snape using the ingredients on something that would affect someone else. He sighed and went back to his book. Most everyone else was eating lunch, but Harry pretended to be studying for a test that he didn't need to. Hell, most teachers had given them leaway and given them time to enjoy their holidays. But some teacher's (Snape included) were giving students tests. Snape's test wasn't that hard. In fact, it was likely to be on the potion they'd worked on in detention. Although Harry would have to make sure to use the knife the right way this time.

Harry found himself watching Snape over the book a few times, but Snape was looking around the Hall at one point and had noticed him looking. Harry quickly turned his nose back into his book. He was currently reading the use of the Unicorn's Blood in potions beside the common-known. For a lot of it, Harry knew what could come of it. Cursed by the drinking of it. However it could also be used to make plants live longer, in which case, since it wasn't associated with human contact, it would help them flourish, which would be great for the Potion's master to get his ingredients. Harry had gotten the Unicorn's blood illegally, but in a way that it would never trace back to him. As well as some other ingredients, Snape could have a very long and exciting life as Potion's Master along with his new tools. The ingredients he received today would last him years. However, Harry had to make sure that Snape wouldn't get them during lunch. They were to be delivered to his classroom while Snape was here. This also meant Harry had to make sure the Potion's Master stayed here long enough for the delivery to be made. The arrangement was fine for Harry, although it was hard to not look suspicious while doing so.

Harry saw Snape finish eating and checked the time. He should be safe to go down now. Dumbledore was still eating and would never find out that one of his most trusted students had allowed someone to bring illegal items onto the Hogwarts grounds. Mostly because, as well as Harry knew Snape, he knew that the Potion's Master would likely not find anything wrong with the gifts, except maybe the price. And that was not on him.

Harry could feel himself relaxing and smiling. Ron had just gotten an owl, which was obviously one of the school owls. His own Pig couldn't carry the package this school owl now carried. He ripped open the package and a six-sided cube with different colors. "What is this?" He asked, confused. Harry's mouth dropped. "That's a rubix cube! I had one for many years after my cousin got one and then didn't want it anymore." He couldn't believe that with how his father was, Ron hadn't heard of such a common item!

"It looks weird. What's the point?"

"Oh for Pete's sake Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's a game. You mix up all the colors and then try to get the colors back to the same on all 6 sides."

Harry grinned and held his hand out. "Let me show you." Ron shrugged and handed it over. It was already messed up, so Harry set to work, getting the sides to line up. He had one side pretty simply. Ron was watching, curious. Finally Harry got it to all sides matching and handed it back to him. Ron smiled and shook his head. "That was easy."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took the cube from Ron, messing it up again. She then handed it back to Ron. "If it's so easy Ronald, do it yourself."

Ron stared at the cube for a moment before starting to try. After nearly 15 minutes of frustration he gave up. "How did you do it Harry?"

Harry shrugged and laughed. "I don't give away my secrets."

Before Harry knew it, Snape was back and had headed up to talk to Dumbledore. Harry frowned suddenly. Was he really about to tell the Headmaster that he'd gotten illegal items? Harry would have to hide his face forever if so. He held his breath. When it seemed like he might pass out from the anticipation, Dumbledore stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God.' Harry found himself on the verge of tears. Had he made a mistake in timing and the wizard who was delivering the items gotten caught? In less than a minute Dumbledore was walking back to the staff's table and had sat back down as if nothing had happened. "Well, that was weird." Hermione commented. Harry nodded, but was only barely breathing. He was still nervous.

Snape had been to his classroom, since he had a class within the next hour. And as Harry sat waiting Hermione noticed his nervousness. She looked at Ron. "Ron, I forgot my quill and I am sure I will need it for my next class. Would you mind grabbing it for me? I don't want to risk being late, but I know you don't really mind."

Ron shrugged. "Sure, I can do that." He had a small smile, which meant that it was possible he wasn't even going to return in time for the class. He stood up and walked out of the hall.

"Well, at least I didn't actually forget my quill." Hermione said as she scooted closer to Harry. "Now what's wrong?"

Harry frowned and looked at her. "I'm not sure. I want to know what Snape said to Dumbledore."

Hermione looked at him with a frown. "Does it matter? He looked happy, did he not?"

"He did?" Harry asked with a look of surprise. He'd been so focused on the fact that Snape had walked up to talk to Dumbledore that he hadn't noticed a smile or any hint as to what the Professor might have said to the Headmaster. All he could think about was his gift and what could have happened. He felt a sudden surge of release. Snape wouldn't look *happy* if he was telling Dumbledore about the intruder or the illegal items. He found himself breathing normally again. "Well, thank you Hermione."

"Anytime Harry." Hermione said, glad she could make her friend feel better.

Snape found himself pacing the outside of the Great Hall. He was giddy, as anyone would be to see a gift like the one he'd just gotten. However he also had found himself nervous by the fact that half of the gift was illegal. Only certain types of students could afford those gifts. Only half of those could afford to get them. And probably only one or two would even try. He had walked back into the Great Hall and talked to Dumbledore about his own gift after realizing that he hadn't collected the gift from the Headmaster yet. Dumbledore assured him they were ready. Now all he had to do was deliver them to Harry whilst he was in another class. Dumbledore would be delivering them personally. Hopefully Harry would not suspect such since he'd likely witnessed Snape return.

He watched students walking by. He had one he was waiting for. When he saw the silvery hair peeking out of the door, he called out. "Malfoy!"

Draco looked over and frowned. He motioned to Crabbe and Goyle to follow. Leave it to Draco to drag them into it. He shook his head. "Just you." He said in a forceful tone. Crabbe and Goyle looked at eachother. Of course, they weren't about to argue with a teacher. Draco frowned, but nodded. "I'll catch up with you guys at class."

Goyle looked happy to get away, while Crabbe was looking back at his friend with remorse. What, did they know what Draco had done? Snape motioned to Draco to follow him. They walked to Snape's classroom, where the gifts were, but were hidden. He shut the door behind Draco and himself and looked at him. "Was it you?"

"Was what me, Professor?" Draco asked, a tone of annoyance in his voice.

"Did you send me the secret santa gift today?" He asked, careful not to say too much.

"I am not your gifter Snape. Why do you think it was me?" He asked, watching his professor, curious as to what the professor was on about.

"The gifts… they were something you'd likely know how to get. And they weren't cheap. I expect that kind of thing from you." Snape admitted.

Draco rolled his eyes. "And what do you know about your gifter?"

"Honestly, I thought it was a female Gryffindor. However today has eliminated every one of them." Snape said and watched the Slytherin pace the room. He still wondered if the Slytherin was trying to hide it. He was suspicions about who was his gifter since it had to be someone who knew him. Draco was certainly one of them. Someone Snape talked to a lot. Someone who would easily know Snape's schedule at all times and would know how much Potions meant to him. And someone who could easily threaten others, even if under a disguise.

"You want a spy?" Draco asked, looking up at the Potion's Master. "Because you know I'd be more willing to help if you weren't accusing me."

Snape sighed. "I'm not sure." He said with a slight frown. "I still am not so sure it isn't you."

Draco looked at his professor and looked skepticism. "If you know me at all Professor, you know I do not fancy men. If you knew me at all, you'd know that the person I am gifting is getting far better gifts than some measly potions ingredients."

Snape shook his head. "Those gifts mean a lot to me Malfoy. Don't you dare take away my happiness just because you are not."

Draco's face went from incredulous to angry. "If you're so happy professor, then why don't you take your happiness and shove it up your ass, because unlike you, I don't go both ways, which apparently you do if you wanted it to be me. Trust me, I do not care who you fuck professor, but blaming me is certainly not a way to get yourself a good fuck."

Snape felt his face contort to fury. Who was Malfoy to judge him? "I am not looking for sex Malfoy. I am trying to find out who is gifting me expensive things so I can tell them to stop! However if you're so intent on making me feel like crap, perhaps trusting you was not my best idea."

Draco rolled his eyes. "If it means so much to you, I won't tell anyone. I honestly could care less. However if you hadn't called me like I was in trouble, perhaps my friends wouldn't now be suspicious as to why I am here. That's on you if they ask."

"Maybe I'll ask them if you're my Secret Santa." He threatened, knowing that the boy in front of him would deny more to them if he wasn't guilty, then he would to the Professor.

"You wouldn't dare." Malfoy crossed his arms. He shook his head. "No, you probably would. How about if I mention the special packaging that's on your presents over there." He pointed to the closed cupboard where a bit of the packaging his items had come in. "I know exactly who sells the ingredients you may or may not have gotten. I know what they sell and most of it's not exactly legal." He said and looked at the professor, knowing he'd trapped him. If Snape asked who, that would mean he might be one step closer to knowing his gifter. If he didn't, Draco would torture him with the fact that he might go looking. Draco made a decent spy when he wanted to be. But it also meant he wasn't his gifter, because if he was, he wouldn't have pointed out anything that might lead back to him. He sighed and looked at the boy."I'll bite." He said, frowning. "The info, then get to class. I will award you points so your friends know you aren't in trouble if you give me some decent information."

Harry was sitting in Charms when he was asked by the professor to head up and talk to Dumbledore. Harry frowned and felt his cheeks go red as students looked at him, "ooh!" and other noises were made. Obviously they thought he was in trouble. Harry could feel his worries coming back about what Snape might have said to Dumbledore. He considered not going, but he could tell that he needed to. He stood and grabbed his books and wand, throwing them in his bag and made his way out. No telling if he'd be coming back.

He slowly made his way to the well-known area and closed his eyes. "Lemon drops?" He said, hoping the Headmaster was as predictable as always. He was. Harry made his way up and knocked. "Come in Harry."

Harry made his way in and looked at the Headmaster. Dumbledore smiled his direction. "Sit, sit! You're not in trouble." He said, noting Harry's worried face as Harry sat down. "I actually was asked to personally deliver your gift to you today. I know you are aware I know who your giftee is, as they had to get permission for your new pets. Well, they needed some help getting your newest gift as well. I know a lot of Witches and Wizards Harry, as you know. I have known a lot in my time. This is why your giftee has come to me. They asked that I go to some of my contacts and get you something personal that only you would have."

Harry looked at Dumbledore with curiosity. What kind of a gift would someone get him that only Dumbledore could provide. Dumbledore walked over to his chair and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. He sighed softly. "I realize that sometimes I make things hard on you. I know you have a lot on your shoulders, including Voldemort. He's still out there and still needs to be dealt with, but you still need to be a child too. Harry, I want you to take this gift and be a child, always looking for knowledge, no matter how long you live."

The creases on Dumbledore's face were more prominent nowadays, showing his age. Harry frowned, not liking that Dumbledore's statement even said he may not live that long. But what did he mean about gaining knowledge? Dumbledore walked over to his desk and pulled out a chest. "Here." He said, passing the chest over. He nodded to Harry to open it, which Harry did. Inside were some plastic figurines. A lot like the ones he had when he was younger. Except, instead of being soldiers, these were little wizards, in capes and a couple in muggle clothing, holding their wands. Harry looked at them with curiosity. "They're nice, but…"

Dumbledore laughed and put a finger up to his lips. He looked at the figurine and said, "Gwenog Jones." To which one of the figurines stood up on it's own accord and looked directly at Dumbledore. "Gwenog Jones, at your service. May I help you with something?"

Dumbledore shook his head and motioned a goodbye wave at her, which she returned, before he said, "Slump."

"Now Harry, these dolls are witches and wizards of past and present who I either knew or knew family members who had their memories stored. They are a bit like chocolate frog cards, but they won't disappear on you and they have the conscious to answer your questions."

Harry stared down at the figurines in his hands. "So they're live action toys?" He asked with amusement. He loved the idea! He looked at them with more detail and noticed a Dumbledore among them. "You have one as well?"

"Yes m'boy. I have included one of myself. Of course, like me, it won't answer anything too personal, but you may ask it what you wish. It has the same memories as me. You can also leave them in the box. Either way, hopefully you will like them."

Harry ran his fingers the detail on one of them and smiled. "I do like them. Thank you! So to get them to work, all I have to do is say their name?"

"And to get them to stop, you say slump. They have no conscious during that time. It is a very rare magic, so be sure to use them well Harry."

He nodded and placed the figurine in the box. "I will." He stood up and was about to head out when Dumbledore stopped him. "Here is a list of all of the wizards in the box. There is six alive today, to make up for your sixth day gift, but 27 total. Enjoy Mister Potter."

Harry was holding them close to his chest when he arrived back at his dorm. He actually felt like they were personal, all for him, and he didn't want to share. My god, he was still a child. And one who didn't want to share his toys at that! He found himself laughing at the thought. Hermione walked over. "You were gone a while Harry, did everything go alright?"

"Yeah. I'm not in trouble Mione." Harry assured her. "Dumbledore was helping my giftee apparently."

Hermione had a thoughtful expression on her face and looked him over. "You look happy with whatever you got." She noted and looked at the box in his arms. "Is that it?"

Harry nodded. "It is." She looked at him with pleading eyes and he gave in. He was a kid, but he was also nearly 17. He would share the gift with her and see her excitement in the gift as well. She would love that possession of knowledge. Of actual memories. He motioned for her to follow him upstairs. Ron would need to see them as well.