89 Chapter 86

Harry let loose a stream of fire from his hands at the hundreds of zombies that surrounded him before dipping into his inventory and pulling out his bow before snapping off arrow after arrow at the horde full of zombies, significantly thinning their ranks.

In the very next movement, he turned the bow back into its ring form onto his finger before turning around and sending a flaming punch right into the zombie that was sneaking up behind him. Within moments, the chain reaction of flaming zombies cleared out, and the little opening in the woods was cleared of any and all undead.

Then he pulled Gandiva back into its bow form and notched an arrow, getting ready for a legion zombie to form.

It never formed.

Instead, a wind started flowing all around him, rippling through all the dust that coated the clearing Harry stood in. A cloud formed above him, a sentient, conscious and viscous mass of pitch black smoke that had glowing red tendrils of lightning floating around in it.

Harry, curious, sent a small burst of fire at it. It dissipated before even reaching the cloud. Harry stared at his hand shocked. His fire had never been weak. Ever.

The black cloud erupted out a wave of force, pushing Harry onto the ground. His bow landed on top of him. Harry tried to push himself up, before realizing with a burst of panic that he couldn't get up Gandiva grew heavier on him. Harry started gasping for breath. The weight of the bow was starting to crush him. He could hear his own ribs shattering, unable to support the force that was being put on them.

And just as the crushing weight was about to cave in his chest, everything around him went black.

Harry woke up with a start, gasping. The wisps of the nightmare he'd just had fluttered right at the edge of his memory, evading his grasp. Shaking his head and using his sheets to wipe off the sweat on his face, he woke up Hedwig, who grumpily wriggled into his pocket and went back to sleep. With his secret super-bird hidden, he parted all of the bed-curtains.

Once the holidays had started, Harry had found himself in the strange position of being the only Ravenclaw first year who was staying in the castle for Christmas. He had the dormitory to himself and the common room was far emptier than usual, so he was able to get the good armchairs by the fire, soaking up the heat while looking out of the frost covered windows. He'd spend hours having whimsical little conversations with Hedwig, teaching her the basics of how English worked. He could already almost hear the faint mental sounds, and every time Harry heard her, he'd happily feed her a piece of apple.

On Christmas Eve, Harry had gone to bed looking forward to the next day of celebration and food and the fun. He'd sent off some books and chocolates to all of his friends and a magical dog whistle to Hagrid, all of which he'd acquired by the assistance of the incredibly resourceful Messrs Weasley & Weasley.

But for some reason, the small pile of presents at the foot of his bed surprised him more than it ever should have.

Most of it was chocolate of course. Curious about the properties of chocolates in the game, Harry used observe on one of the tiny wrapped globes.

Magical Dark Chocolate: Food/Crafting item

Restores 20HP & 100MP

Permanently gives +2 levels to kissing when eaten for the first time.

Harry's eyes widened before he quickly took inventory of all the chocolate he'd received. There were at least a hundred individual pieces of chocolate in there. And if each of them could restore that much mana, then they would be an essential item in any battle or grinding session he'd have in the future. Harry gleefully stuffed all the chocolate into his inventory, and the last piece he popped into his own mouth, happily rolling it over with his tongue and sucking on it.

Ping!

Skill created and leveled up!

Kissing, Lv- 2 (90%)

It is what it is. The higher level you are the better kisser you are. And remember practice makes perfect. Chocolate

Your level is kissing leave the person unfazed.

Harry stared at that for a second, eye twitching, before resolutely deciding not to think too much about it and waving the window away.

Grinning in anticipation of his next present, he picked up the top-most of the bigger parcels. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it, producing a noise that sounded a bit like an owl. Hedwig peeked her head out of Harry's pocket and trilled at the flute, as if looking for another new friend to make.

Harry chuckled.

Next was a very neatly wrapped parcel. Harry tore it open to reveal a large box of homemade fudge from Mrs. Weasley, who he remembered meeting at the train station. He resolved to send her a thank you note. Like he had with the chocolates, he used observe on the fudge as well.

Homemade Fudge: Food

Restores 100HP & 10MP

Impressed at the HP restoration stats, and after trying one of the fudges, Harry decided to be much nicer to Ron in the future. He'd have to swindle the recipe out of him somehow.

With the fudge set aside for later consumption, this left only one parcel wrapped in a silvery, almost shiny wrapping paper. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds.

Worried that some Death Eater might have sent him some sort of magical goo monster, Harry used observe on it.

Cloak of Death : Armor/Crafting item

Also called Cloak of Invisibility. This is a cloak that can render the wearer invisible, and is one of the Deathly Hallows. According to legend, whoever united it with the other two Hallows, the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, would become the Master of Death. It does not fade with age and will resist all damage to itself.

+50 levels to Sneak when equipped

Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into the material, marvelous to the look and texture. Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and looked down at his feet, but they were gone. Eyes widening, he dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair and his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.

"This is amazing," Harry whispered to himself. But who could possibly send something like this to him?

Looking around, he noticed a piece of parchment amongst all the wrapping paper. He pulled off the cloak and stuffed it into his inventory before grabbing the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words,

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

Use it well

Merry Christmas

There was no signature. On a whim, he decided to use observe on it.

Albus Dumbledore's Letter to Harry Potter

Its a letter written in parchment from Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter.

Harry was left feeling very strange. Had the cloak really once belonged to his father? And why would Dumbledore have given it to him now?

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