The Prewett Girl

Christmas

⚠️ Trigger Warning: a suicide attempt is mentioned briefly on this chapter. ⚠️

That Christmas Molly and Arthur decide to visit Charlie for the holidays leaving the boys and I at Hogwarts.

"Try to not make too much of a mess." Nikki says, hugging me.

"I'm not that bad." I protest.

"Yeah you are." Brooks says, ruffling my hair.

"Get out of here, you jerks." I say with a smile, fixing my hair.

Every single Hufflepuff went home for the holidays. I have the entire common room to myself. I rub my thumb over my wrist where my friends and I linked ourselves together as a coven, the faint anchor lightly pulsing.

I go to my room and dig through my trunk for the one thing I had left at the Burrow every year until this very one. I don't know why I waited so long to give it back, but it is time to return the item that has gotten me through more than I care to admit.

Harry wakes up to a small pile of presents at the end of his bed.

"I have presents!" Harry says excitedly.

"What did you expect? Turnips?" Ron asks, starting on his pile of gifts that is much bigger than Harry's.

Harry picks up the gift on top to see a hand whittled flute made by Hagrid that sounds a bit like an owl when used. Putting the flute to the side Harry picks up a much smaller gift.

"That's friendly." Harry says sarcastically, looking at the fifty pence piece his aunt and uncle gave him.

"Weird. What a shape! And this is money?" Ron asks, looking at the coin. Harry laughs at how fascinating Ron finds the muggle money.

"You can keep it. Hagrid, my aunt and uncle, so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from. My mom. I told her you weren't expecting any presents and-oh, no she made you a Weasley sweater." Ron says, groaning as Harry unwraps the lumpy gift. "Every year she always makes us a sweater and mine is always maroon."

"That's really nice of her." Harry says.

His next present contained candy from Hermione. Leaving two left, Harry picks up a gift and opens it for a silvery fabric to slither to the floor. Ron gasps.

"I've read about those! If that's what I think it is...they're really rare and really valuable." Ron says in a hushed voice

"What is it?" Harry asks, picking the fabric up off the floor.

"It's an invisibility cloak. I'm sure it is. Try it on." Ron says, a look of awe on his face. Harry throws it on and Ron yells excitedly. "It is! Look down!"

Harry runs to the mirror to see that he was just a floating head. After pulling up the hood he disappeared altogether.

"There's a note! A note fell out of it!" Ron says.

Harry pulls off the cloak and takes the letter.

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.

A Very Merry Christmas to you.

There was no signature.

"I'd give anything for one of these. Anything! What's the matter?" Ron asks, noticing how quiet Harry had gone suddenly.