Blood Traitor ||On Hold||

Holiday Plots

*A/N* Hey y'all. Sorry for not updating sooner, but school has me swamped. I'm trying to stay consistent, so bear with me. Enjoy!

Harry P.O.V.
Draco and I are sitting in the Great Hall playing a game of Wizard's Chess when Hermione walks up to us with her luggage trailing behind her.

"See you've packed." Draco says looking up as his queen destroys my knight. "See you haven't." she replies shortly.
Draco gains a smug look. "Of course not. I'm staying here to spend time with Harry and relax." he tells her, finishing with a small smile.

"Good. You can help Harry then. He's going to the library to research Nicholas Flamel." Draco chokes on air as he groans, "We've looked hundreds of times!

Hermione leans down with a secretive look on her face and whispers, "Not in the Restricted Section." She stands upright again. "Happy Christmas." With that she leaves walks away with us staring at her retreating form in resignation.

Draco looks at me and mutters, "I don't think we're a good influence on her." I nod and we pack up silently.
As we walk down the halls to Gryffindor Tower, Neville catches up with us with a mumbled hello.

As I drift off to sleep, I think of all the things that could happen...Then immediately decide to stop because it hurts my head.
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I wake up to Neville shouting from the Common Room. "Harry, Draco, wake up! Come on you two, wake up!" Draco and I bolt out of our beds and rush down stairs, still half asleep. (Yes, separate beds...So far. 😜)

"Happy Christmas, Harry, Draco." "Happy Christmas, Nev." Draco and I both reply. I narrow my eyes and ask, "What're you wearing?" Neville looks down at his sweater in distaste.

"Oh. My Nan made it. Looks like she made you and Draco one too." he grumbles, frowning. I feel my eyes widen and I stutter, "I-I've got presents?" "Yeah. Draco, yours are here too."

Draco and I race each other to the tree and crouch down. "There they are." Neville tells me, pointing.

I pick up a parcel from the front and read the note attached to it. "You're father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well."

I glance up at Neville and Draco, who are both staring at me curiously. Neville shrugs and Draco asks, "Is there a name?" I shake my head. "No." I reply.

I tear open the paper warily and see a soft shimmering fabric behind it. "What is it?" Neville asks, eyeing it closely. "Some kind of cloak." I mumble. "You idiots. It's an invisibility cloak. I read about them when I was a kid." Draco says, rolling his eyes.

I slip the cloak over my shoulders and I gasp. "My body's gone!" I exclaim, grinning. Draco chuckles and Nev looks mystified. "Wicked." he murmurs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that night, I sneak into the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library with the invisibility cloak wrapped around me, only my hand holding the lantern visible.

I skim through the book titles in search of the name Flamel. I slip the cloak off and run my fingers over the spines of the chained books.

Suddenly, Filch's voice calls out, "Who's there?" I grab my cloak in a panic and knock over the lantern. I pull the cloak over my shoulders and run, leaving the still hot lantern on the ground.