chapter: 20
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Albus Dumbledore always enjoyed the peaceful mornings, and he had taken to waking up well before the staff and students to enjoy the relaxing ambiance of the holidays. It was the morning after Christmas, and unlike his staff that stayed up late into the night he would beg off from the celebrations and turn in early.
The headmaster greeted a few paintings and headed to the great hall, expecting a solitary breakfast in the staff table. He was pleasantly surprised when the boy who lived himself was there eating his own meal in peaceful solitude. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to influence the savior of the wizarding world to his plans.
"Ah Harry, I did not expect you to be up so early." The Headmaster greeted the first year Ravenclaw as he walked towards the long empty table.
"Good morning Headmaster." The boy said politely after he finished swallowing a bite of scrambled eggs.
"Good morning to you too..." Albus smiled. "May I join you Harry? Although I am used to eating alone, I sometimes enjoy eating with the company of others during breakfast."
The young boy nodded and smiled slightly as he indicated the seat across from him. The headmaster sat down, and a moment later a breakfast meal appeared in front of him.
"You enjoyed your Christmas I trust?" Albus asked as he buttered his bread.
"It was fine professor, and I was surprised to actually receive a few gifts." Harry said.
"Oh? Was it a good haul this year?" Albus asked.
Harry never received Christmas gifts, and he was perplexed as to why he would receive one from Hermione, Padma and Michael Corner. He was used to 'acquiring' a few gifts for himself during Christmas at the Dursleys by nicking a few toys from his cousin and slipping a few action figures inside his pockets while in the mall.
His choices were rather limited, as he couldn't obtain the bigger and more expensive toys that were popular since there was no space in his cupboard. As he grew older he learned that Jewelry and wallets was easier to conceal and easier to liquidate.
"It was a good haul." Harry replied as he sipped his orange juice.
"That is nice to hear..." The Headmaster replied as he gazed at the window where the snow was falling gently. "For Christmas is the time for sharing and giving... a time for joy and laughter. By any chance did you perhaps receive an unusual gift?"
The headmaster stared expectantly at the young Potter waiting for his reply. He wanted to give the boy ideas about using the cloak and to stir the boy's spirit of adventurism. He was expecting Harry to immediately wander the halls but the boy was acting like a true Ravenclaw, always holed up in his dorm room and reading his books.
Harry instantly knew then that it was the Headmaster that gave him the cloak and he narrowed his eyes wondering what the old coot was up to. "You gave me back my father's invisibility cloak."
Albus smiled at the sharp wit the boy who lived displayed. "Yes... your father had used it on many occasions... James had a taste for adventure. I hope that trait has passed on to you."
Harry grinned at the Headmaster's words as he finished his breakfast. The old coot had no idea how true that was. His mind drifted off to what the headmaster said earlier... Christmas was a time for giving and he realized he hadn't gotten Penny or the old man a gift.
The young thief wondered what appropriate gift the old man would like... well he did have a collection of paintings, maybe he could use one more.
Albus sighed and looked at his pocket watch as he waited patiently on the unused classroom where the Mirror of Erised was recently delivered. Harry was not coming... after his talk with the young Potter he was expecting the boy to use the cloak and skip curfew, but the boy frustratingly followed the rules to the letter. He had no sense of adventure at all, and Albus Dumbledore was mildly disappointed.
On the other side of the Castle, the young thief was walking along the empty corridors looking for a painting to give to the old man and Penny. Harry stopped when he saw one that looked nice and drew his wand to see if there were charms anchoring it to the walls.
The boy smiled when he saw that it was just a simple sticking charm and quietly began to unravel the weaves of magic, just as Nicholas taught him. The person in the painting did not stir, as it was drunk from drinking from last night.
Nicholas Flamel yawned as he headed towards his private study and sat down on his desk to read the morning paper. His loyal house elf Bibby had already prepared his morning tea and he was about to sip when a loud shriek surprised him.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Where am I? What have you done to ME?"
The Master Alchemist sprayed the tea in his mouth into the sleeping Sorting Hat, who woke up and started cussing at being rudely awakened."Nicholas! What in blazes are you up to?" The sorting hat whose demanded as it looked around. It spotted the painting hanging across the room and after a moment it started laughing, its soaked body shivering with mirth.
"Franz! You're here! Who stole us? Who is the thief?" The Fat Lady shrieked as it addressed the sorting hat. "Help! Someone! I'm pure! Pure!"
Nicholas blinked couple of times, his face full of disbelief as he stared at the Fat Lady. The painting continued to shriek and scream and even cried rape, waking up the Flamel household. The master Alchemist, fully awake by now sent a silencing spell to the painting as he walked quickly toward it.Perenelle Flamel rushed into the study, still wearing her nightclothes and wand at the ready. "Nicky! What's happening?"
Nicholas wearily removed a small note attached to the frame of the painting and handed it to his wife. He didn't need to guess who was responsible for this.
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