In Hagrid's Hut, a small wooden hut located outside Hogwarts Castle and on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's owner, Rubeus Hagrid, woke up on Christmas Day to start a new day.
When he arrived at his dining hall, along with his pet dog Fang, the first thing he saw was a few boxes of presents under a small tree that he had cut down and decorated for his home.
As he approached, he picked up one of the boxes, which was a simple gift box, decorated with white wrapping paper and a yellow bow. He quickly knew who the gift was from when he saw a note that read: "To Hagrid, from Harry."
Hagrid smiled, then began to open the present. When he opened it fully, a small white glow covered the box.
He jumped, as he was blinded by the glow. Fang quickly became frightened and ran to hide under the dining room table. After only a second, the glow ceased, and Hagrid could see a small creature fly out of the box.
The creature could be described as a baby dragon of a breed Hagrid had never seen or heard of. Its scales were pale blue, and it had patches of ice on its back, arms, legs, and head. Its eyes were an icy blue.
Hagrid blinked stupidly at the sight of the dragon. The dragon, on the other hand, seemed to smile, then turned back to the box and emerged with two objects in its mouth: a letter and a notebook.
The dragon pushed the objects toward Hagrid, who was still staring in fascination at the small flying creature. After several seconds, he was able to take the letter, which he quickly opened.
Merry Christmas, Hagrid!
I hope you're having a good time. I'm having fun with my family, after not seeing them for some time.
But I think you're more interested in the present I gave you.
Hagrid nodded unconsciously.
Well, that little one is a gift from me. Her breed is called the Blizzard Dragon, and she's a female. Believe me when I tell you, she's a unique Dragon.
She's a type of Dragon that's interested in people who are pure of heart; so I'm sure she'll like you.
The box also contains some documents that will help you keep her with you without getting into legal trouble. There's also a notebook with all the information you need to take care of her; I recommend you read it.
That will be all. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. Make sure the little one doesn't freeze your hut; she can do it.
Hagrid blinked in confusion at the last bit, then dropped the letter in surprise when the little one lunged into his arms. He smiled when the Dragon gave him a tender look.
-"Oh, you are a sweet girl,"-
The Dragon squealed happily in reply; and in the process, he released a small blizzard from his mouth, which froze a few hairs on Hagrid's beard.
-"Wow!"- Hagrid was startled to see some of his beard hairs frozen solid. He then looked at his new pet in surprise. -"You certainly live up to your race's name, little one."-
The dragon seemed to laugh at his reaction. Hagrid then smiled, then opened the rest of the presents with his new companion, who will name him in the future when she has one.
Today was certainly a great Christmas for him...
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In London, in the Kilburn neighborhood of Brent, stood a simple suburban house. This house belonged to a particular family with the surname Granger; more specifically, to the paternal grandparents of the young witch Hermione Granger.
Hermione, her parents, and her paternal grandparents were in that house.
Hermione had woken up on Christmas Day feeling very happy. Yesterday, she had told her grandparents that she was a Witch and that she could do magic; and they took it well, much to Hermione's delight. They also swore to keep the secret secret from anyone.
And during all that talk, Hermione learned from her grandfather that she had a magical background. Apparently, her great-great-grandmother—her grandfather's grandmother—was a Witch.
Grandpa Granger gleefully told her how his grandmother showed him various magic tricks when he was a child, such as levitating objects or changing their shape. He also said that those same tricks were what sparked his love of fictional stories about magic.
Hermione knew her grandfather's taste in fiction very well. In truth, she inherited his particular taste in books; she was just more diverse.
She asked her grandfather if he remembered her great-great-grandmother's maiden name, curious if she belonged to an English wizarding family. But she was disappointed to hear that her grandfather didn't.
Grandfather Granger was thrilled to learn that his granddaughter was also a witch. He was excited to see those magical tricks he hadn't seen since he was a child. Grandmother Granger was also excited to see something that should only be seen in movies or books.
They were both disappointed when Hermione told them that she couldn't do magic outside of Hogwarts until she was seventeen; but she swore that they would be the first to see magical spells when she was old enough. The Granger grandparents just hoped they were still alive to see that...
Now, the family was standing around the Christmas tree, opening the various presents underneath.
Hermione smiled at the various gifts addressed to her; not only from her parents and grandparents, but also from her friends at Hogwarts.
She was very happy about that. She had never received gifts from friends before Hogwarts; nor did she have any friends, due to her bossy attitude and obsession with studying.
But now she had friends; great friends.
She had already opened the gifts from her parents and grandparents; now she would open the gifts her friends sent her. First, she decided to open the gift that came from her first friend: Harry Potter Uzumaki.
The gift was in a medium-sized box, decorated with blue wrapping paper and a silver bow.
When she opened the gift, Hermione saw that inside was a backpack. It wasn't just a simple blue backpack; it was decorated with blue gems and had a raven-shaped decoration in the center. It was obviously very luxurious. Hermione was sure those gems were real sapphires.
She then noticed a letter taped to the top of the satchel. Hermione picked it up, opened it, and began reading it aloud for her whole family to hear.
Merry Christmas, Hermione!
I hope you're having a good time with your family. Have you told them you're a Witch yet? Did they take it well? You can tell me about it when we get back to Hogwarts.
Then I'll get straight to the point. What I gave you isn't just a backpack; the sapphires it adornments are a clear example...
Hermione and her family nodded in agreement. Sapphires aren't commonly used to adorn satchels.
I called it the Ravenpack. I created that satchel to be magical, even though it's not visible to the naked eye. It's literally a bottomless satchel; there's no limit to the amount of stuff you can put in it. And when you want to take an object, just put your hand inside the backpack and think of the object, and in less than a second it will appear in your hand.
The Grangers were surprised by this. Grandpa Granger then began to stare at the backpack with fascination.
And that's not all. The backpack is lighter than a feather; it won't weigh anything no matter how many things you pack in it. It also can't be stolen or taken by anyone other than you; but you also have the power to allow others to use it. There are many other qualities, but I don't want to make this letter too long. I left instructions for the other qualities inside the gift box.
Hermione was fascinated by the different qualities she read in the letter, and excited to learn about the other qualities of the satchel. I'll put that aside to continue reading the letter.
But the gift doesn't end there. I planned to fill the satchel with several books on magic, which I'm sure you'll be interested in. I also included copies of books from my personal collection.
I left the list of those books inside the gift box. There will be some books that will confuse you, but I'm sure you'll love them. Try to memorize the book titles, but I'm sure you'll have no trouble; your good memory is one of your greatest qualities.
Hermione blushed slightly when she read that last part.
If you have any questions, feel free to send me a letter or ask me when we meet at Hogwarts.
That would be all. I hope you have a good Christmas and that you enjoy the gift.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. Maybe the backpack is bottomless, but don't even think about cramming an entire library inside, kid.
Hermione laughed when she read that last bit. She could tell it was a joke from the way it was written.
Then she put the letter aside so she could grab the gift box. At the bottom of the box was a notebook, where the backpack's other features were written; and underneath was the list of books.
Hermione's eyes widened in amazement at the gigantic list, where there were hundreds of thousands of book titles written backward and forward on the list. Many were written in English and some in other languages, such as Spanish, German, French, Japanese, Mandarin, etc.; some even seemed to be written in Egyptian hieroglyphics and other strange languages Hermione didn't know.
But there were some English book titles that had confused and surprised Hermione, due to the famous names on them. There were titles like: "Magical Equations, by Merlin Ambrosius"; "Dark Arts, by Morgana Le Fay"; "Ceremonial Magic, by Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers"; "Occultism, by Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa von Nettesheim" and many more.
There were others that simply said: [Elemental Magic], [Fairy Magic], [Norse Magic], [Olympian Magic], [Egyptian Magic], [Hindu Magic], [Defensive Magic], [Illusion Magic] and many more.
-"There are many books I don't know about,"- Hermione murmured as she looked at the list. -"And I never thought books like that existed."-
-"You can think about that later, little one,"- Grandpa Granger said, then pointed at the Ravenpaw. -"Now try the satchel!"-
It was clear he was excited to see just a small sample of magic.
Hermione smiled at her grandfather's enthusiasm. Then she put the list aside and picked up her satchel; she opened the main pocket and put her hand in it while she thought of the title of a particular book.
In less than a second, Hermione felt herself grab a book. When she pulled her hand out, she could see that she had the book she wanted: "Magical Equations, by Merlin Ambrosius."
Hermione smiled. -"It works!"-
-"Hey, Hermione,"- her grandfather called nervously. -"Would you let me try...?"-
Hermione smiled at him. -"Sure, Grandpa."-
Grandpa Granger grinned like a kid in a candy store. Then he approached the Ravenpak excitedly.
Today was certainly a magical Christmas for the Grangers...
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In Breckland, in the county of Norfolk, there is a large and luxurious mansion. The mansion had a large front garden, decorated with beautiful, perfectly planted flowers. The backyard also had several flowerbeds, but what stood out was a gigantic greenhouse. Yet no one could admire this magnificent structure, as it was magically hidden from ordinary people.
This mansion is Longbottom Manor, the ancestral home of the Longbottom family; one of the foremost Wizarding Houses in England. Currently, only two people resided in this gigantic mansion.
-"Are you ready, Neville?"-
-"Yes, Grandma."-
Neville sighed as he entered the living room of Longbottom Manor and prepared to leave and head to the same place he always went every Christmas: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. That's where his parents were after suffering permanent mental damage from the prolonged Cruciatus Curses they had endured.
Neville had always visited them at Christmas for as long as he could remember; though he spent all his time talking to his parents, who weren't mentally healthy enough to respond, but he'd rather do that than spend a whole day with his grandmother...
It's not that Neville doesn't love her. He loves and respects her as any grandchild does their grandmother, but he'd rather she'd stop treating him so harshly.
His grandmother had always wanted him to become a great wizard like his parents; someone who could uphold the honor of the Longbottom family.
She did want him to be like his parents. Literally, the wand Neville currently possessed once belonged to his father. He didn't get his wand the same way other young wizards did.
Neville was sure his father's wand wasn't working properly for him, but he wasn't brave enough to tell his grandmother yet.
But that wasn't going to stop him. Neville was determined to become a powerful wizard who would make his grandmother, his parents, and the rest of his family proud.
Meanwhile, Augusta Longbottom studied her grandson under the stern gaze she always gave him.
She had noticed that Neville had changed since she last saw him. He no longer stuttered or bowed his head shyly like before, and his whining had lessened; it was as if he had that confidence he had lacked years ago. And Augusta couldn't be more pleased about that...
She had always been strict with her grandson so that he would grow up strong and prepared for whatever the future held.
Augusta didn't like treating him that way very much, but it was a necessary evil. She had lost all her close relatives and her husband over the years, not to mention her son and daughter-in-law.
She only wanted to prepare Neville to be a worthy head of the Longbottom family in the future, so that he would be prepared for a future where she wouldn't be there to advise him.
Now Neville seemed to have grown more mentally during his time at Hogwarts. Apparently, it was all due to Harry Potter's influence.
Augusta was happy about that too. The Potters and the Longbottoms had been friends for generations; now the friendship between the two houses still existed with the two young wizards.
She thought it was time for her grandson to receive true words of praise.
-"Neville."-
-"Yes, Gran?"-
Neville grew nervous when his grandmother gave him her typical stern look, but was slightly surprised when her gaze softened.
-"I just wanted to say... I'm proud."-
-"What...?"-
Neville couldn't help but mutter stupidly.
-"I've noticed you've changed since we last met,"- Augusta said. -"You're not as shy as you used to be, and you seem more confident now."-
Neville couldn't help but agree. He stopped being so shy when he started socializing more with people; more specifically, with his friends. And he started to gain more confidence when he started joking around with Harry and Blaise.
-"You've also improved in your studies..."- Augusta continued. -"I've noticed your knowledge in other subjects has increased."-
Neville agreed with that as well. His group of friends was made up of the best students of his generation; each one specialized in different subjects.
Each one contributes their knowledge during the study sessions they organize. Neville contributes on Herbology, Hermione on Charms and History of Magic, Susan on DADA, Hannah on Astronomy, Tracey and Daphne on Potions, Blaise on Transfiguration, and Harry on everything in general.
Neville has improved a lot in all his subjects; although Potions still seemed to be a challenge for him...
-"You've grown and improved so much, Neville, and I can't be anything but happy about that,"- Augusta then smiled softly at him. -"As well as proud. Well done, Neville."-
Neville was surprised, then blushed at being praised by his grandmother. -"Th-Thank you, Gran."-
Augusta sighed at him stuttering again, but she brushed it aside.
-"You know, why don't you open one of the presents under the tree?"-
Neville looked at her in confusion. -"But we always open presents after visiting my parents."-
-"Opening one won't hurt,"- said Augusta. -"Besides, you can take it to St. Mungo's and show it to your parents."-
Neville looked sad. -"Even if they can't say anything about it..."-
-"Maybe they can't say anything,"- said Augusta. -"But I assure you, they can hear and understand everything you say."-
Neville looked at her hopefully. -"Do you really think so?"-
-"I do,"- Augusta smiled softly. -"Even if you don't see it, they feel happy every time you visit them."-
Neville smiled at her. -"Thank you, Gran."-
-"You're welcome,"- Augusta said, then put on a stern look again. -"So, are you going to stand there or open a present? We're running late."-
Neville grew nervous again. -"Y-Yes!"-
He quickly headed to the beautifully decorated Christmas tree; there he could see several gifts from his distant friends and family. Among all those gifts, a large box caught his eye, decorated with red wrapping paper and a gold bow; it came from his friend Harry Potter Uzumaki.
Neville decided to open the gift with excitement, knowing that he was getting it from one of his best friends.
What he took out of the box would surprise him and his grandmother, who witnessed everything.
-"Wow..."-
Neville murmured, amazed by what he had in his hands.
It was a plant; more specifically, a small tree. It was planted in a rectangular pot made of red porcelain. The trunk and branches of the small tree had a healthy shine, its leaves so green and healthy that it seemed otherworldly. The plant itself gave off a bright aura of life and nature.
-"Neville..."- Augusta spoke, surprised by the beautiful plant. -"What plant is that?"-
-"I don't know..."- Neville replied, still admiring the plant in his hands. -"I've never seen or heard of a plant like this."-
He had cared for and studied various types of magical and even mundane plants himself, and he had never seen a plant like the one in front of him.
Neville then noticed a letter taped to the pot. He placed the pot on the ground, then picked up the letter to open it and read it aloud for his grandmother to hear.
Merry Christmas, Neville!
I hope you're having a good time. Everything okay over there? I could tell you were a little down when we were talking about Christmas with the others.
Neville wasn't surprised to see Harry notice his expression on the train that day.
But I'll understand if you don't want to tell me, but remember, you can trust me with anything, my friend.
Neville smiled as he read that last bit.
Augusta smiled too, seeing that her grandson had a great friend.
Whatever. I'm sure you're more interested in what I gave you.
Neville nodded in agreement.
What I gave you is a plant I called Filius Plantarum; or Fil for short.
I created this plant to have the genes and qualities of every magical and mundane plant in existence. I used as the primary catalyst a seed from a tree called the Tree of Life. I recommend you not look up information about that tree, unless you want to suffer headaches from confusion.
Neville decided to take that advice to heart.
As you read before, this plant has the properties of every magical and mundane plant in existence, so it can have any magical property and even grow any fruit, vegetable, or flower in existence.
Neville gasped when he read that.
And that's not all. The plant itself releases an aura that can calm and heal those around it. Believe me when I tell you, this plant is very special.
Neville couldn't help but agree.
You can keep the plant in the pot or plant it in your yard; that's your choice. But if you do plant it, I recommend doing so somewhere with plenty of space, as that tree will later start to grow quickly, eventually becoming ridiculously gigantic.
Neville decided to keep it in the pot for now...
That would be all. I hope you like the gift and have a Merry Christmas.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. The plant might develop a consciousness of its own.
Neville blinked in confusion upon reading that last bit. Then he looked closely at the tree, and he could actually feel calmer in its presence.
-"Um, Grandma?"- Neville looked nervously at his grandmother. -"Can we take it with us to St. Mungo's?"-
-"Well... The caretakers will search it and thoroughly inspect it to see if it poses a danger."- Augusta thought for a few seconds. -"But I don't see the problem with you taking it."-
Neville smiled at that, but that smile disappeared when his grandmother gave him a stern look.
-"What are you waiting for? Get that money ready so we can take it,"- Augusta ordered seriously. -"And be quick, it's getting late."-
-"Yes, Gran!"-
Neville declared, then stepped away to prepare the silverware; he had never noticed the soft smile his grandmother was giving him.
Today was definitely a merrier Christmas for the Longbottoms...
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-"Merry Christmas, Hannah!"-
-"Merry Christmas, Susan!"-
Susan stepped out of the fireplace and placed the present she was holding on the floor, then approached Hannah to hug her.
-"Thank you for letting me stay here for Christmas."-
-"You know it's no problem, Susan."- Hannah smiled at her as she pulled away from the hug. -"You're always welcome."-
-"I know..."- Susan then sighed sadly. -"But I wish my aunt was here too."-
-"Was she suddenly called from the Ministry?"-
-"Yes..."- Susan nodded. -"Problems at work, apparently. There's been a lot of work at the DMLE and several important meetings at the Wizengamot these past few days."-
-"Is something going on?"-
-"My aunt says she's got something going on with a wizarding organization that recently appeared in the world."-
-"I see..."- Hannah murmured. -"I'm sorry, Susan; I know you wanted to spend Christmas with your aunt."-
-"Relax,"- Susan smiled at her. -"I'm a little disappointed, but at least I got to spend some time with her."-
Susan rarely spent quality time with her aunt. Her aunt, Madame Amelia Bones, was the current head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, or DMLE for short; the largest department in British Magical Mystery. It functioned as a combination of police and judicial facilities. As such, it had many different subdivisions through which it worked to uphold magical laws.
Being the head of a Ministry department was stressful and laborious; and being the head of the DMLE was worse.
Susan saw her aunt abruptly rush to the Mystery for an emergency meeting many times, and sometimes heard her complain when the department didn't receive the necessary funds.
-"By the way,"- Hannah looked at the gift Susan brought. -"What is that?"-
-"It's the Christmas present Harry gave me,"- Susan replied as she picked it up from the floor. -"I was just opening presents before I got here. I just missed this one."-
-"Oh, I've talked about Harry!"- Hannah suddenly became excited. -"Susan, you have to see the present he gave me!"-
She then dragged Susan to where the Christmas tree was.
Once there, Susan noticed several different open presents; among them was a particular object surrounded by many stacked books. She recognized the object as a telescope, but larger than the ones she and the other Hogwarts students used during Astronomy classes.
The telescope appeared to be very advanced and was yellow with black details. To its right was a sort of metal box with buttons (a control panel), with a medium-sized glass panel.
-"Is that a telescope?"-
-"Yes!"- Hannah confirmed as she approached the telescope. -"And it's not just any telescope! It's absolutely amazing!"-
Susan wasn't surprised by her friend's reaction. She knew how much Hannah loved astronomy; and those interests were only surpassed by her dream of becoming a Healer. Astronomy was more of a favorite hobby.
-"You won't believe all the things it can do,"- Hannah said with a smile, then handed a letter to Susan. -"It also came with a letter. Here, read it."-
Susan then took the letter and began reading it aloud.
Merry Christmas, Hannah!
I hope you're having a good time; although I'm sure you're now completely amazed by the telescope I gave you.
Hannah nodded. -"Actually, this is how it happened."-
So I'll be as brief as possible. What I gave you is, in my opinion, the most powerful magical telescope there is; a magical object that was combined with the best worldly technology in astronomy.
I created it myself and named it the Magiscope. With it, you can literally see all the stars in existence, even the ones that are impossible to see.
-"Wow,"- Susan murmured in surprise. -"That's impressive."-
-"And that's not all!" Hannah told her excitedly. "Keep reading!"-
And that's not all. With it, you'll be able to see all the planets in perfect clarity; any day, at any time. You'll also be able to see their respective surfaces without any problem.
To operate the telescope, you'll need to use the control panel that comes with it. It will be a little difficult to understand since it uses mundane technology, but I also included a simple instruction booklet on how to use it. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it.
-"I already looked at that instruction booklet,"- Hannah said. -"It's a little complicated, but easy to understand."-
But it doesn't end there. With that panel, you can generate a gigantic, perfect, three-dimensional visual projection of the planet you're looking at for many more people to see. You'll also be able to display an image of the Solar System in real time. There are many more things it can do, and you can find out more about them in the instruction booklet.
The telescope and its control panel can be shrunk down to small sizes so you can take it anywhere you want; to do that, you'll have to press a specific button.
Susan looked at Hannah in confusion. -"What's a control panel?"-
-"That thing, when it appears."-
Hannah replied, pointing to the strange metal box to the right of the telescope.
I also added a large collection of Astronomy books, both Magical and Mundane, to the gift. There will be many things to interest you in the Mundane books. Did you know that Mundane Americans were able to reach and walk on the Moon?
Susan was surprised. -"What?!"-
-"Yes,"- Hannah nodded. -"I was surprised too..."-
I know you want to become a Healer, so I also added books on healing spells and Mundane medicine. I'm sure you'll find what they do a little distasteful, but I assure you it works.
I hope you like my gift. If you have any questions about the telescope or the books, don't hesitate to ask.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. There are legal papers that allow you to bring the telescope to Hogwarts for Astronomy classes; so go show it off, girl.
-"Harry really put a lot of effort into this gift,"- Susan commented, then handed the letter back to Hannah. -"Besides, he made it himself. How did he do it?"-
-"I have no idea,"- Hannah opined. -"If he put a lot of effort into my gift, then the one he gave you must be amazing too."-
-"Let's see..."-
Susan murmured, then began to open the Christmas present Harry had given her. The gift began to glow as she opened it. Susan was startled and dropped it, causing it to fall to the floor.
The glow grew brighter and intensified, blinding the two girls. The glow faded seconds later, revealing new objects. Many books were lined up and stacked on top of each other. In the middle of it all was a female mannequin, wearing some kind of beautiful white battle dress with yellow and black details.
-"Wow,"-
Susan marveled at the robe.
-"Wow, it's beautiful, Susan!"-
Hannah said, fascinated by the beautiful robe.
Susan then noticed a letter stuck to the robe. She picked it up and began reading it aloud.
Merry Christmas, Susan!
I hope you're enjoying the holidays. I'm having the most amazing and strange vacation yet.
Susan and Hannah blinked in confusion at the last writing.
Anyway. I'm sure you're more interested in the gift I gave you, aren't you?
Susan unconsciously nodded in agreement.
Your gift is divided into two parts; one part, as you've probably seen, is a large collection of books on offensive and defensive spells. I remembered you wanted to become an Auror; these books will help you a lot toward that goal.
Susan smiled and blushed slightly, seeing that Harry hadn't forgotten his goal for the future. She had always wanted to be an Auror like her father and aunt. They had been her role models from a very young age.
The other part, obviously, is the robe; but it's not just any robe. That robe is a Battle Robe that I created myself and named: Huffletunic.
I created this robe with thread fibers created from the scales of two Dragons; one known as the Sleepless Dragon and the other as the Crimeforce Dragon. Let me just say that these Dragons are known for their great body defenses.
-"Sleepless Dragon?"- Hannah raised an eyebrow in confusion. -"Crimeforce Dragon?"-
-"You're not the only one confused,"- Susan said. -"I've never heard of Dragons like that."-
She then continued reading the letter.
This robe is literally immune to time, dirt, abrasions, and magic. Any spell or curse will bounce back on contact, and I assure you the Unforgivable Curses will too.
Susan's eyes widened in shock when she read that last part.
And that's not all. Your spells will be ten times more powerful when you wear the robe. It will also adapt to your body as you grow.
I'm sure you'll become a powerful Auror in this robe. Use it wisely.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. Don't forget us when you become a powerful Auror.
Susan let out a small laugh when she read that last part. Then she reached over to touch the robe with a soft smile.
-"They certainly make the best gifts,"-
Hannah smiled too, looking at her new telescope. -"I agree."-
It certainly was an amazing Christmas for both of us...
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-"Thanks for the fabrics, Dad."-
-"Anything for my little girl,"-
Lord Henry Davis said with a smile to his only daughter, Tracey Davis, after she thanked him for her Christmas gift.
To say the father-daughter duo resembled each other would be an understatement. They both had the same bubbly, playful personality and shared the same love for fashion and sewing.
Tracey was literally "Daddy's Princess" in Henry's eyes. He would do anything for her.
While he spoiled her, his wife, Lady Victoria Davis, was responsible for her education and manners.
Vitoria, unlike her husband and daughter, was a serious, intelligent, and refined woman, but she was undoubtedly a loving wife and mother.
She is a Muggle-born witch and graduated from Hogwarts as one of the smartest witches in Ravenclaw house. Her greatest strength was her knowledge of marketing—both Wizarding and Muggle.
Victoria is one of the reasons for the increased sales at the Davis family clothing company.
But Henry also contributed in his own way. He is shrewd and intelligent when it comes to doing business with other wizards or companies. He was not a Slytherin, taking advantage of his time at Hogwarts to make friends and form alliances with other wizards from important Wizarding Houses, such as House Greengrass.
House Davis was not an ancient Wizarding House like the Greengrasses or the Longbottoms, but they were rewarded with hereditary membership in the Wizengamot for having contributed greatly to the economy of Wizarding Britain.
House Davis was indeed prestigious and respected, but they had lost some of that to the Pure-Blood Wizards when Henry married a Muggle-born witch.
But he didn't care; Henry loved his wife and the family they built together. Now he has a beautiful daughter and a clever older son, who went traveling after graduating from Hogwarts to expand his knowledge of wizarding fashion around the world, so he would be prepared when he took over the family business.
-"Looks like you have another present, Tracey,"-
Victoria said as she looked at a present under the tree. It was a simple gift box decorated with green wrapping paper and a silver bow.
-"Oh, yes!"- Tracey took the gift excitedly, as she had already seen who it came from. -"This one's from Harry."-
-"Harry?"- Henry asked curiously. -"You mean Harry Potter, Princess?"-
Henry and Victoria were well aware of their daughter's friendship with the famed Boy-Who-Lived. Tracey actually said many good things about him in her letters.
Victoria had already suspected that her daughter had a bit of a crush on Harry Potter, but she was still too young for her to know or admit it herself.
Henry had suspected this too, and it bothered him a little, but he was still happy that his daughter had friends. Besides, he owed Harry Potter a lot for saving Tracey from the crash during flying lesson. Henry had been informed that his daughter might not have survived the accident.
Harry Potter had literally saved her life. And when his daughter wanted to return the favor, he only asked to be called by his first name.
Henry owed Harry Potter a huge favor and was willing to return the favor someday; no matter what.
Tracey then began to open the gift with clear excitement on her face. She quickly untied the bow and removed the lid. When she looked inside, she saw a small object that quickly confused Tracey. She then took the object out of the box so her parents could see it clearly.
-"Is that a door?"-
Henry asked in confusion as he looked at the object in his daughter's hand. It was a small, miniature wooden door; small enough to fit perfectly in Tracey's hand.
-"That..."- Victoria blinked at the object in confusion. -"Yes, that is strange."-
Tracey then looked inside the box again, wondering if there was anything that could explain the strange gift. She quickly found something.
-"There's a note inside."-
She then took out the note and read it aloud.
Take a few steps back and then gently throw the door open, saying, "Open," at the same time.
The Davises were confused by what the note said.
Tracey then shrugged and prepared to do what the note said. She knew Harry had prepared some kind of surprise for her.
Tracey and her parents took a few steps back. Henry and Victoria stood behind their daughter, watching the proceedings with alert eyes, ready to intervene if anything bad happened.
As a family of Pure-Blood Wizards, they always had to be prepared for any danger. Attacks through letters or gifts were not uncommon for Wizards.
Without further ado, Tracey began to do what the note said.
-"Open!"-
Tracey declared as she gently threw the small door forward. She didn't know whether she should simply say the word or shout it, but she did the latter.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the small door grew to normal size, then landed softly on its feet.
The Davises watched the whole scene in confusion. Suddenly, they heard the door unlock, and then saw it slowly open.
The door then opened fully; instead of revealing the other side, it revealed a very different room.
Tracey, being the closest, could see more clearly what it looked like on the other side of the door.
-"That's it..."-
Tracey muttered, then quickly ran to the door and squeezed through.
-"Tracey, wait!"-
Henry yelled worriedly, then chased after her with his wife. They were worried that there was something dangerous on the other side of that door.
But they never expected to see what was on the other side of the door...
It was a room; a gigantic room. Its walls were made of beautiful, perfectly polished wooden boards, which gleamed in the light provided by the strange panels on the ceiling, which illuminated the entire room perfectly. The right side of the room was lined, from floor to ceiling, with hundreds of shelves and racks filled with various elegant and casual robes, as well as various pieces of Muggle clothing from different regions and cultures. The left side of the room was stocked with several large rolls of different fabrics; there were also shelves with hundreds of jars of buttons in different colors and hundreds of different types of thread in various colors. Directly at the front of the room was a large worktable, surrounded by several mannequins, and equipped with various hand tools for textile use and strange artifacts, which Victoria recognized as different types of weaving machines, but more advanced than the machines she had seen.
-"Wow..."- Henry murmured in amazement. -"Just... Wow!"-
Victoria said nothing, but her astonished expression showed she agreed with her husband.
Their daughter's voice brought them both back from their amazement.
-"Dad, look!"- Tracey called excitedly as she touched one of the many fabrics on the large rolls. -"This is Acromantula silk!"-
-"Really?!"- Henry gasped, then leaned closer to touch and look at the fabric more closely. His astonishment increased when he saw his daughter was right. -"That's right, this is Acromantula silk! I've never seen a full roll of it!"-
Acromantula silk was not only expensive and luxurious, but also very difficult to obtain. There are only a few farms in the world that harvest and process this type of silk; this is why Acromantulas were difficult to deal with.
And in all of Europe, there was only one farm, located in Sweden. The Davis House had a trade agreement with that farm, but even they weren't able to provide full bolts.
While Tracey and Henry marveled at the fabric, Victoria approached the workbench to look more closely at the different weaving machines, and during the process, she noticed a letter on the table.
-"Tracey, there's a letter here,"- Victoria said as she took the letter. -"It must be for you."-
Tracey walked over to her mother, leaving her father, who was still admiring the fabric, behind her. She then received the letter from her mother, then opened it and began reading it aloud.
Merry Christmas, Tracey!
Are you having a good time this holiday season? I'm enjoying it with my family. They may be a little strange, but they're definitely fun.
But I'm sure you're more interested in the gift I gave you.
Tracey nodded. -"Very interested, actually."-
I called the gift I gave you: the Fabric Dimension. It's a Pocket Dimension that I created myself and equipped with everything you see around you.
Tracey blinked in confusion. -"Pocket Dimension?"-
You're wondering what a Pocket Dimension is, right? Let me just say it's a completely separate and different dimension from the one we live in. If you have any more questions, feel free to send me a letter or ask me when we get back to Hogwarts.
Back with the gift. That Pocket Dimension, as you can see, I equipped it with all kinds of tools for textile use. I also added several weaving machines, which are devices mundanes use to make clothing. I put an introductory book on the workbench, which will help you understand how to use those machines.
-"So they are weaving machines,"- Victoria said as she looked at said machines. -"Although they seem to be more advanced than the machines I've seen."-
I also equipped the room with various types of threads and several jars of buttons in every color possible. And the best thing about the place is all the different types of fabric bolts. There are bolts of silk, velvet, polyester, linen, Acromantula silk, and every other type of fabric in existence.
-"What?!"- Henry cried out in surprise upon hearing this, then looked at the large bolts of fabric. -"Really?!"-
And to top off the gift, I added several robes and mundane clothes from all regions and cultures, all of top quality; just to give you a little inspiration for your future projects.
Finally, I'll explain two fundamental things about this dimension.
First: only you and your family can enter this dimension, but other people can also enter with your permission.
And second: to shrink the door again, just touch it and say "Shrink."
That would be all. I hope you like my gift.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. I look forward to seeing your future projects soon; I'm sure they'll be good.
Tracey smiled as she read that last bit. Then she looked around the room, still smiling. -"I'm already getting great ideas."-
-"This place is amazing,"- Victoria opined. -"I'd say all the equipment and props in the room would cost millions of Galleons."-
Henry nodded. -"I completely agree. But changing the subject."- He then smiled excitedly. -"I want to try those curious Muggle knitting machines! Victoria, darling, could you show me how to use them?"-
-"Oh!"- Tracey also became excited. -"I want to learn too!"-
Victoria sighed at her husband and daughter's antics, but she smiled nonetheless, as their antics were one of the many things she loved about her family.
It was certainly a very lively Christmas for the Davises...
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In a luxurious, magically hidden mansion in Ashford, Kent, a Wizarding family was celebrating Christmas with a bit of a bad mood.
That place is Greengrass Manor, the ancestral home of the Greengrass family, one of the leading Wizarding Houses in England.
The current heir to the family, Daphne Greengrass, was still wondering how such a good start to the holidays could have ended this way.
Everything had started well at first. She was reunited with her parents and was able to see her hyperactive younger sister again. Throughout the summer, she spent quality time with her family, sharing how she was doing at Hogwarts and about her unique group of friends.
Her parents didn't complain about the type of people she hung out with. In truth, they were proud that she was making friends with wizards and witches who belonged to powerful families or who seemed to have a promising future.
Daphne couldn't be more relieved to hear this from her parents. She was also happy to be able to continue hanging out with her friends.
But then all that happiness vanished during the Christmas Party at the Mystery...
The party had started well. Daphne and her family attended the party in their best robes and gowns, and behaved with elegance and nobility, as every noble family should. During the party, the Greengrasses socialized with various Wizarding families or with influential Witches and Wizards. Even Daphne had the opportunity to briefly reconnect with her friends: Neville Longbottom and Susan Bones.
But everything began to unravel when one Wizard in particular approached the Greengrasses.
Lucius Malfoy...
The man appeared as if nothing had happened, speaking as if he were a great friend of the Greengrass family.
The Greengrasses, no matter how much they hated the man, had to speak cordially to the elder Malfoy, so as not to cause a scene during the party.
But for a moment, the Greengrasses almost lost their patience when the man tried to persuade Lord Greengrass to make a marriage contract between their children.
Lord Greengrass rejected him as politely as possible, even though inside he wanted to hex the man.
Malfoy, however, didn't give up; He insisted even more forcefully and even had the nerve to make subtle threats to use his influence in the Mystery to ruin the Greengrass options company.
Lord Greengrass almost lost his temper at that moment...
The potions company was valuable to the Greengrass family. The company itself was established several centuries ago and was what created the wealth and fame of House Greengrass.
But what many didn't know was that fame and wealth weren't the main objective of the company's creation...
Several centuries ago, a Greengrass was cursed with a Blood Curse, which would then randomly appear in subsequent generations. The Blood Curse caused the Wizard or Witch's body to be weak and fragile; and they had a high probability of not surviving beyond the age of forty.
House Greengrass at that time only had a good knowledge of potions; That's why they created the company to research and fund the creation of a cure for the Blood Curse, but after several centuries, no cure could be discovered.
One good thing was that the Curse was very unpredictable. The last time a Greengrass suffered from the Curse was several decades ago. The last was the great-grandfather of the current Lord Greengrass.
But unfortunately, the Curse had appeared in the current generation; the victim was Lord Greengrass's youngest daughter, Astoria Greengrass.
Simply put: their company was important to them; it was the only way to finally end the curse.
And one thing was clear in House Greengrass... And that was that family was the most important thing...
But even after all the anger that was brewing in him, Lord Greengrass once again rejected the elder Malfoy's offer, but this time with a harsher tone.
Malfoy just smiled at him when he saw how his threat affected him, then walked away without another word.
At the end of the party, the Greengrasses left unhappy...
They had hoped that celebrating Christmas at home might brighten things up, but Lucius Malfoy ruined that once again when he sent a betrothal contract as a Christmas present.
Lord Greengrass burned the contract without a second thought...
Right now, the only thing that could cheer Daphne up was opening the gifts her friends sent.
She smiled a little, remembering her friends. Daphne would never have expected to have friends other than Tracey, much less that some of them were from different houses.
Currently, she only had one more gift. The ones she had already opened contained various objects and books on potions. Daphne's joy increased when she saw how her friends hadn't forgotten her passion for the options.
Now, she only had one more gift from Harry. It was a simple gift box decorated with green wrapping paper and a silver bow.
She then began to open the gift.
She was confused when she saw what was inside...
-"What have you got there, Daphne?"-
Daphne's younger sister, Astoria Greengrass, asked her, clearly curious.
Daphne didn't answer; she just held up an object in her hand, so that her sister, and also her parents, could look at it.
Astoria and Daphne's parents, Lord Cyrus Greengrass and Lady Elizabeth Greengrass, stared at the object in confusion.
The object was a small, miniature wooden door, small enough to fit perfectly in Daphne's hand.
Cyrus approached. -"May I see it, Daphne?"-
Daphne handed him the object without hesitation. Her father had been checking the various gifts, in case there was anything dangerous inside.
After a few seconds and a few wand movements, Cyrus couldn't identify anything dangerous about the small object.
-"I have to say, it's a strange gift,"- Cyrus opined as he looked at the small door in his hand. He then looked at his eldest daughter. -"Who gave it to you, Daphne?"-
-"Harry Potter, Father"-
-"I see..."- Cyrus commented, then handed the small object back to Daphne. -"Do you know why he gave you that?"-
Daphne shook her head. -"No, Father."-
Meanwhile, Astoria checked the box containing the small door. She quickly noticed another object inside the box.
-"Daphne, there's a note inside the letter,"-
Astoria informed her, then handed it to her. Daphne quickly read it aloud.
Walk a few steps away and then gently open the door, saying, "Open," at the same time.
The Greengrasses were confused, but they did what it said anyway, just to see what would happen.
After taking a few steps away, Daphne proceeded to do what the note said.
-"Open."-
She said as she gently threw the door forward. Then, in a single blink, the small door grew to normal size, then landed softly on its feet on the floor.
Under the Greengrass family's watchful eyes, the door slowly began to open. Surprisingly, it led to a completely different, dark place.
The Greengrass family only stared for a couple of seconds, before Cyrus stepped inside. He had his wand ready in case of emergency. The moment he stepped through the door, the dark room suddenly lit up, clearly showing his surroundings.
Cyrus couldn't believe what he had seen...
It was a gigantic, fully equipped Potions Lab. Its walls and ceiling were white, and large panels on the ceiling provided all the lighting. On the left side of the room were many elegant, gigantic wooden cabinets, which were completely open, displaying all the available ingredients, neatly stored in large glass jars, with labels indicating the ingredients inside. The right side was lined with shelves stocked with hundreds of books of all sizes. At the forefront was a large worktable, equipped with dozens of top-quality silver cauldrons, placed over a small flame that never seemed to go out. Also on the table was a rare set of machines and various crystal failures of varying shapes and sizes. Most striking was the gigantic cauldron next to the table, which was as tall and long as an average person; it sat over a blazing fire that never seemed to go out.
Cyrus was so amazed by the room that he never noticed his family had walked through the door.
Obviously, they were amazed too...
-"Wow..."-
Daphne murmured in amazement at seeing one of the finest Potions Labs she had ever seen.
Elizabeth and Astoria were equally amazed.
-"This is incredible..."- Cyrus declared in amazement as he approached the large open cabinets. -"I believe every potion ingredient in existence is stored here... And they are in large quantities."-
Daphne also approached the cabinets and was surprised to see that her father was right. The large flasks were completely filled with every potion ingredient in existence, and were labeled with their respective names. There was Bezoar, Unicorn Hair, Mandrakes, Fairy Wings, Frog Brains, Dragon Horns, Acromantula Venom, and many more.
But there were also ingredients Cyrus and Daphne were unfamiliar with. These were labeled with names like: Flame Dragon Scales, Tree of Life Leaves, Chimera Venom, Sleepless Dragon Scales, Abysswrath Dragon Miasma, Sleeping Dragon Blood, God-Eating Wolf Fur, Lightning God Blood, and many other ingredients with striking and strange names.
-"Father, do you know those ingredients?"-
Cyrus frowned in confusion. -"It's the first time I've seen them."
Meanwhile, Elizabeth approached the bookshelves to take a closer look at the different books on them.
-"There are many books on potions..."- Elizabeth said as she looked at the different books. -"There are even some very old ones here."-
Astoria had approached the table to take a closer look at the strange devices that caught her attention. Just then, she noticed a letter for Daphne on the table.
She took the letter. -"Daphne, there's a letter for you."-
Daphne then approached and received the letter from her sister. She wasted no time; she opened the letter and began reading it aloud.
Merry Christmas, Daphne!
Are you enjoying the holidays? I'm having one of the most exciting holidays so far.
But I'll save that for another future letter. I'm sure you're more interested in the gift.
Daphne nodded.
Then I'll get straight to the point. My gift is a Pocket Dimension I created, and I named it: Potions Dimension.
-"Pocket Dimension?"-
Daphne and her family were confused by this unfamiliar term.
Just for your information; a Pocket Dimension is a completely separate and different dimension from the one we live in. If you have any questions, you can send me a letter or ask me at Hogwarts.
Back with the gift. That Pocket Dimension, as you can see, I equipped it with all the existing potion ingredients. All stored in glass vials, where they will remain in stasis until they are released from the vial; that way they will never spoil over time.
Cyrus looked at the vials. -"That's useful."-
You may also have noticed some strange or never-before-seen ingredients. I gave them to you so you can experiment with new ingredients.
I recommend you don't ask me about those ingredients until we meet at Hogwarts. It would be very difficult to explain in letters.
The room is also stocked with hundreds of Potions books of all kinds. There are even old books from the era of Hogwarts' founders and even older.
-"Incredible,"- Elizabeth looked at the books in surprise. -"Ancient books like those are very rare."-
I also added a large collection of books on a mundane science called Chemistry. They're a bit complex, but as you read them, you'll see the similarities to potions.
Just then, Elizabeth found a Chemistry textbook. Curious, she picked it up and opened it to a random page.
Obviously, I don't understand a thing...
As you've seen, I also equipped the room with several pieces of Potions equipment, as well as a good supply of top-quality Silver Cauldrons. I also included a chemistry set, in case you'd like to experiment.
The good thing about this room is that it comes with several safety mechanisms and a good ventilation system. This will protect you from possible Potions accidents, such as explosions or exposure.
Cyrus agreed that it was good for the room to have that. He knew that potion production and experimentation could lead to several fatal accidents.
Also, in one of the drawers under the table, I put several enchanted gloves specially made for touching several of the dangerous elements I added. I'm not lying when I tell you that there are several very toxic and corrosive ingredients in some of the bottles.
Finally, I'll explain two fundamental things about this dimension.
First: only you and your family can enter this dimension, but other people can also enter with your permission.
And second: to shrink the door again, just touch it and say "Shrink."
That would be all. I hope you like my gift.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. I look forward to seeing your new creations in the future.
Daphne smiled as she read the last part, then looked around the lab. She could already see all the amazing things she could do here. She was also thinking that she could use the equipment and those strange ingredients to create a cure for her family's Blood Curse.
-"Daphne, this place is amazing!"- Astoria said, impressed. -"You must be really good friends with Harry Potter for him to give you this."-
-"He's a good friend. Although I'm sure all our friends also received amazing gifts,"- Daphne said. -"Harry said giving amazing gifts was a custom in his family."-
Cyrus listened to the entire conversation attentively. He hadn't seen the Uzumaki family in person, but he had heard of it. That family had been a common topic of discussion in the Wizengamot. Everyone was interested in what to do about the mysterious and powerful family that suddenly appeared as guardians of the Boy-Who-Lived.
But of course... Nobody wants to mess with that family. Many Ministry officials were very afraid of Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.
-"Be that as it may, this is a very unique and valuable gift."- Cyrus looked seriously at his eldest daughter. -"I hope you use it responsibly, Daphne." -
-"I will, Father."-
Daphne responded with a small smile. She was more cheerful than before, and no longer cared about what had happened during the holidays.
The Greengrass Family's Christmas was definitely starting to improve...
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In a small mansion, a small family consisting of a mother and her only son were celebrating Christmas.
This family was the Zabini, a family belonging to House Zabini, a Wizarding House in Italy.
Elena Zabini watched as her son opened the gifts he received from his friends or relatives in Italy. She had noticed how her son had changed. Apparently, his time at Hogwarts had changed him mentally.
Elena had taken it upon herself to train her son in the family business. She taught him everything about stealth and the different ways of killing. Some might think it's wrong to teach children how to become assassins, but it has been the Zabini Family tradition since its earliest beginnings.
Was it ethical? No. Was it necessary? Unfortunately, yes.
The Zabinis had protected Italy and most of Europe from the worst Dark Wizards from the shadows. In fact, they had eliminated many of Voldemort's sympathizers in Italy.
They were a group of assassins who worked directly for the Italian Wizarding Mystery. They were sometimes also hired by the International Conference of Wizards.
Furthermore, the Zabinis had a strict rule of never killing innocent people, much less children. Anyone who broke this rule would be swiftly brought to trial or even killed by the Zabinis themselves.
That was the job of House Zabini: to protect the Wizarding World from the shadows, without seeking any benefit or reward in the process.
Elena had once hoped her son would continue the family tradition, but she wouldn't mind if he didn't want to do so when he grew up. It wouldn't be the first time a member of the Zabini family had left the family business.
She knew Blaise had trouble making friends because of the rumors about her and her former husbands. Elena could only feel guilty about how her former jobs had negatively affected her son's social life.
But then she was both surprised and delighted when her son told her, through letters, how he had made friends at Hogwarts.
And by the time she went to pick him up from Platform 9¾ for the holidays, she noticed how much more open and confident he had become than before; this had proven that Blaise had become more sociable, thanks to his group of friends.
-"By the way, Blaise,"- Elena said, getting her son's attention. -"Your grandparents will be visiting later. Your grandfather will also be coming to see how your training is going."-
-"Really?"- Blaise asked, taking the last gift that was meant for him. -"The good thing is that Harry gave me some tips on how to sneak around and be quieter."-
Elena raised an eyebrow in interest. -"Harry Potter, did you get any advice on that?"-
She knew about her son's friendship with Harry Potter; and it seemed to be a strong one, as Blaise had given him a dagger with a handle made of dragon bone for Christmas, a gift the Zabini give to people they consider great companions or friends.
-"Yeah... Actually, he's very good at it,"- Blaise commented as he began to open the last gift, which, curiously, was from Harry. -(Although that's not surprising when you were raised by ninjas...)-
Harry's gift came in a sizable box. It was wrapped in green wrapping paper and tied with a silver ribbon.
He only had to untie the ribbon to be able to remove the lid of the box. When he took it out, Blaise looked inside the box.
He was surprised to see what was inside...
-"Are they..."-
Blaise then took the said object out of the box to see it more clearly. His mother, behind him, watched everything with interest.
What he took out of the box was a small wooden weapon rack, but what stood out were the four objects placed inside. These objects were four gleaming daggers. One dagger has a silver blade with a white edge; its hilt was made of ivory and decorated with sapphires. Another dagger has a silver blade with a red edge; its hilt was red and decorated with emeralds and rubies. Another dagger has a silver blade with one side of the edge black; its hilt was made of obsidian and decorated with yellow gems. The last dagger had a blade made of some transparent, crystalline material; its hilt was made of silver and decorated with diamonds; a small silver chain was attached to its pommel.
Blaise looked at the daggers in awe. -"Amazing..."-
-"They certainly are,"- said Elena, who had the same expression as her son. -"I don't think I've ever seen such beautiful daggers."-
Blaise then noticed a letter taped to the weapon rack. He picked it up and opened it to begin reading aloud.
Merry Christmas, Blaise!
Are you enjoying the holidays? My father went out of his way to make sure my family and I had the best vacation ever.
But I'll get straight to the point about your gift. What I gave you are four daggers that I created myself, and I called them: The Dragon Fang Daggers. They got that name because the main materials I used to create them were dragon fangs.
These daggers were not only created with dragon fangs, but also with various rare or expensive items. And the best part is that these daggers have special functions and abilities. Furthermore, these daggers are powerful and sharp enough to cut through metal like paper.
Blaise and Elena were surprised and quickly became interested in the various abilities of these peculiar daggers.
First is the white dagger, which I call the Reflective Dragon Dagger. This dagger is created from two dragon fangs, one from a dragon nicknamed the Vanishing Dragon, and the other from the Sleepless Dragon. This dagger has the ability to reflect physical attacks, spells, and curses—even the Unforgivable Curses. Also, the moment you wield it, it will cover you with a nearly impenetrable magical barrier. This dagger is the best defense you could ever have.
Blaise and Elena were speechless at the incredible abilities and functions of one of the daggers.
Then comes the red dagger, which I call the Piercing Dragon Dagger. This dagger is created from the fang of a dragon nicknamed the Welsh Dragon. This dagger has the ability to penetrate any defense, special ability, or even other attacks, ignoring everything except the target's basic physical durability. Also, the moment you wield it, the dagger will double your stamina, speed, and strength.
The two Zabinis were again surprised. Clearly, these daggers would never cease to amaze them.
Then there's the black dagger, which I called the Corrosive Dragon Dagger. This dagger was created from the fang of a dragon nicknamed the Abyss Fury Dragon. This dagger has the ability to generate, from its blade, a highly corrosive black miasma. I'm not lying when I tell you that this miasma is very corrosive and dangerous; but through some enchantments and spells, I made you immune to that miasma while carrying the dagger.
The Zabini didn't know what to feel now. These daggers surprised them more and more.
And finally, there's the transparent dagger, which I called the Silent Dragon Dagger. Unlike the other daggers, this one was created from the fang of a Spectre Dragon; it's not a strong dragon like the previous ones, but it's still powerful. This dagger has two abilities. One is the ability to turn completely invisible at any time, and the other is to render you completely silent. This dagger is literally used for sneaking around or for a surprise attack.
The Zabini now looked at the dagger on the weapons rack. They were sure that House Zabini would do anything to obtain that type of dagger.
Finally, I'll explain two things to you.
First: These daggers are magical artifacts very similar to wands. The only way you can use the dagger's various abilities would be by channeling your magic into them; very similar to casting a spell.
And second: Only you can wield these daggers. Anyone who attempts to use them without your permission will receive very severe, cursed burns that can never be cured.
That would be all. Enjoy your gift and use it wisely.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Harry Potter-Uzumaki
P.S. Be careful not to cut yourself.
Blaise scoffed at that last bit. He'd known how to use daggers since he was nine.
He then put the letter aside and grasped the hilt of the Silent Dragon Dagger, then pulled it out of its weapons rack. He held it up for a clearer look.
Blaise smiled. -(I'll use them wisely, Harry; I promise.)-
Elena could only watch in surprise as her son began to inspect his gift, which was undoubtedly a unique and high-quality magical artifact.
Today was certainly a special Christmas for the Zabinis...
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At Hogwarts Castle, in the Gryffindor Common Room, a group of siblings from a particular red-haired wizarding family were opening their Christmas presents.
As always, the Weasley children received gifts from their family or friends; among the gifts was always the familiar Weasley Sweaters.
Of that group of siblings, the twins George and Fred Weasley; They were opening their last presents.
They both had seemingly identical gifts. They were wide and rectangular; they were wrapped in red wrapping paper, tied with a gold bow.
Tacked to the gifts was a short note that read:
Please try not to seriously harm anyone with this information.
Sincerely,
Your Prank Partner, Harry Potter-Uzumaki.
The Twins looked at each other in confusion at what the note said, then began to open the present.
When they unwrapped it, they could see that each of them had received a large, thick book with a yellow cover, and inscribed in red on the stocking was the title: "The Art of Pranks, by Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze."
-"Wow, bro. Looks like our little prank partner gave us an interesting book."-
-"It would seem so, bro. Although I think we know enough about pranks to learn something new."-
Then the two opened their respective books to random pages. Ten minutes of reading later, the twins stared at their respective books as if they were treasures sent by God.
-"Brother...! Th-This...!"-
-"All this information... Everything is... It's..."-
-""Unbelievable!""-
"They both shouted, then began to read their books with great excitement and fascination.
-"What's wrong with those two?"-
Ron asked, looking at the twins in confusion.
Their older brother, Percy Weasley, shrugged. -"Just ignore them."-
Today was definitely the best Christmas ever for the Weasley Twins...
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Harry thought about all the gifts he gave his friends. Many of them he created himself during the holidays, using materials from his own magical collection or materials his father provided.
It was actually easy for him to give those gifts.
Sure, they cost a small fortune, and they used very rare materials and items, but Harry didn't mind that; he enjoyed making those gifts for his friends.
Besides, he still had several of those materials in his collection, and his father could provide many more.
The only gifts he didn't have to put any effort into were Hagrid's and the Twins'.
The baby dragon, who was one of the many Blizzard Dragon offspring that lived in Yōsogakure No Sato, had no problem joining Hagrid as a companion, especially if he was kind-hearted.
(JC: Blizzard Dragons, Flare Dragons, and Spectre Dragons are High-Level Dragons that exist in High School DxD. If you don't believe me, look it up.)
As for the joke book... It was a book his father wrote for fun and published a long time ago. It quickly became famous throughout Yosogakure No Sato and around the world as a sacred book for pranksters.
Harry was already thinking that the Twins would take full advantage of everything the book said.
But he couldn't help but apologize internally to any future victims of those two's pranks...
But back to the gifts; Harry didn't know if he had overdone it on a "basic level" or an "Uzumaki level." Although he was sure he wasn't at his father's level, he certainly knew how to give gifts the Uzumaki way.
After all, he created that style...
-"By the way, son,"- Harry then noticed his father approaching with a gift in his hands. -"This present is for you."-
The gift was in a medium-sized box, wrapped in black wrapping paper, accompanied by a green bow.
-"For me?"- Harry took the gift with a raised eyebrow. -"I thought Potter Island was my Christmas present."-
-"Yes, but I thought it wouldn't be enough,"- Harry smiled at him. -"So I prepared an emergency present."-
-(A whole island isn't enough of a present...?)- Harry thought, his expression blank. -"Otō-san, only you would think that."-
But he started to open the present anyway, before his father could get sentimental.
He only had to peel back the cover to see the contents. Inside were three thick, black-covered books; their titles were written in green letters. The titles were: "The Demonic Powers of the 72 Pillars of the Underworld," "All Types of Sacred Gear and Their Abilities," and "Experimentation and Creation of Evil Pieces."
-"Otō-san, what is this?"-
-"Those are books that explain and inform you about the different Demonic Powers of Demons, the abilities of all the Sacred Gears in existence, and everything about how to create Evil Pieces."- Naruto smiled proudly. -"I put all that information into those books myself."-
-"And where did you get all that information?"-
Harry asked as he flipped through the book on Sacred Gears.
-"Some of that information comes from the research centers of Yōsogakure No Sato,"- Naruto replied calmly; then his eyes twitched nervously. -"And, uh... I 'borrowed' some of it from the Demon Faction and the Fallen Angel Faction."-
Harry looked at him in surprise. -"You stole the information?!"-
-"I didn't steal it!"- Naruto defended himself. -"I just broke into their facilities and copied all the information."-
-"Otō-san, that's the same thing..."-
-"Well..."- Naruto looked away in embarrassment. -"The important thing is that they didn't discover me."-
-"You do that and still want to make an alliance with the Demons?"-
-"Harry, I'm a Ninja."- Naruto smiled at him. -"We acted that way."-
Harry didn't believe that excuse, but he didn't try to contradict him either.
-"And why are you giving me all that information?"-
-"Son, I've seen you do many amazing things with magic,"- Naruto smiled at him. -"I gave you those books thinking you might have inspiration to create new spells or magical artifacts."-
-"That... actually sounds interesting."-
Harry was already thinking with a smile about how he could use magic to create spells very similar to the abilities in the books. He could create magical versions of the Bael Clan's [Power of Destruction] or the Boost Gear's [Boost].
As always, it was a good Christmas for Harry and the rest of the Uzumaki Family.
And there was still the rest of the holidays to enjoy...
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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Author's Notes
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Gemma Boa Literally means: Gem Boa.
Leo Eques Literally means: Lion Knight.
Ravenpack literally means: Pack of Ravens or Knapsack of Ravens.
[Cruciatus] takes its name from the Latin word for [Pain] or [Torture], the root of which can be seen in other words such as [Unbearable] and [Crucifixion].
Filius Plantarum literally means: Son of All Plants.
Huffletunic literally means: Hufflepuff robes.
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