Chapter 10- The Real Fake.

“Is it in place?” Harry asked.
“Yes master, as soon as the boy touches it, it shall take him to his doom. What if someone else touches it before the boy?”
“Ah, my ingenious plan. The charm will only be activated after the wrapping is removed. It should be him who arrives.”
“That is great sir; it looks like this is going to be a good Christmas for us.”
A tear trickled down Harry’s face, but he wiped it off his rather flat nose. “Excellent, this will be the last Christmas he will live to see.”
“But sir, do you think he will be able to get away from us?”
“How dare you say that, the mighty Lord Voldemort will not be beaten by a sixteen year old child. You disgust me.” Harry spat.
“I’m am terribly sorry sir, I beg for your forgiveness.” The small dark haired man said, getting down on his knees.
“Avada Kedavra,” Harry said, sending a burst of green light onto the man kneeling, making him collapse on the floor.
A small rat shaped man wals walking and jumped at the sight of the corpse.“What is it Wormtail?” Harry’s cold voice said.

Bright sunshine, lighting up the room. A gently touch on the ankles, with a heavy load on the feet. The cold sweat trickled down his face as his arms reached out to put his glasses on. His first view of the room was blurry; all he could see was a pile of boxes, all in different colours.

“Harry, are you awake?” Ronald Weasley asked.
“Yeah, Merry Christmas, Ron, presents!” Harry said jumping out of his bed into his load of boxes.
“Happy Christmas, look. Mum finally got it right; she gave me an orange jumper with the Chudley Cannon logo.”
Harry began opening a small box with a book in it. He suspected it was from Hermione but checked the note attached.

Merry Christmas Harry
It was great to see you again. I hope you enjoy your present just as much as Prongs and Moony did.
After all, we did it, so why can’t you?

Padfoot

“Ron, look,” Harry said holding a book in his hands. On the front were a cat and a unicorn, with big bold letters saying ‘Animagi for Dummies’. At the bottom was a warning note saying that no one should try becoming an animagus by themselves. Funnily enough, this was partially scribbled out with the name ‘Prongs’ written next to it.

“Wow!” Ron said looking at the book. Do you think you could become one?”
“I dunno, I guess we could try,” Harry said going into open his other presents.
“Merry Christmas Harry and Ron,” Hermione said walking into the room in her pyjamas.
“Merry Christmas Hermione, thanks for the chocolates,” Ron said.
“Hi Hermione, that Quidditch book is awesome,” Harry said flicking through pages of a quidditch book Hermione had given him.