Coming To A Head

Girls' Hallway, Dec. 19 th

With less than an hour before his Portkey took him home for the holidays, Harry knocked on Calypso's door. The door opened slightly, and Harry pushed it open and walked inside. He didn't see Calypso anywhere. Checking his watch, Harry walked over to Calypso's desk and put her birthday present down. He had hoped to give her his present personally, but he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stick around.

After his talk with Viktor and Kira, Harry had spent some time thinking about Calypso, and he decided that they were just wrong. Viktor, Kira, and most of the student body could think what they wanted, but he didn't believe Calypso was spying on him, it was ridiculous. If she was spying on him, she wouldn't have told him that she was talking about him with her father. Besides, there would have been no point in her father really wanting to know about him. He wasn't the boy-who-lived, and Calypso had never, not once, really pushed for information about Nathan or his family.

Checking his watch, again, Harry began wondering just where Calypso could be. It was unlike her to leave her door unlocked if she was going to be out of the room for a while. Looking down at his present, he smiled slightly. Calypso had told him last year that she always thought it was wonderful how the ancient wizards and witches like Merlin, Morgana, Hector, and Circe had their own personal spell-books, which consisted of their lifetime works. The necessity of personal spell books and family Grimoires fell out of practice shortly after the establishment of Hogwarts and other wizarding schools when knowledge became more available to the masses. Not to mention the entire publication industry that arose, making selling books a very profitable occupation.

For her birthday, Harry had bought a blank leather bound journal from Flourish and Blotts and paid an enchanter to protect the book from nearly all revealing charms and unlocking spells. It had cost him nearly six Galleons, but Harry felt it was money well spent. It was, after all, not just a birthday gift, but a Christmas gift as well.

Deciding that he probably would have to just leave the gift, Harry made to move the present someplace where she would see it when she walked in the room. Unfortunately, when he picked up the present, he knocked several pieces of parchment off of Calypso's desk. Bending down to pick them up, Harry's eyes drifted to a single piece of parchment with his name on the top of one of the papers.

Quickly glancing at the parchment, Harry saw what looked like a family tree with his name at the top and several of his ancestors stretching back several generations. Next to some of his ancestors' names were small scribbled notes. Under his grandfather's name was the word "Animagus", while some of his ancestors had "Seer", "Chief Warlock of Wizengamot", or "Order of Merlin" next to them. Below the family tree, Harry saw his name again and more scribbled notes. He was about to read the rest of the page when he heard the door open.

Putting the papers back on the desk, Harry turned just in time to see Calypso enter the room.

"Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you left?" she asked, clearly surprised.

Feeling the slightest bit apprehensive, Harry walked over and handed Calypso his small wrapped gift. "Happy birthday and Merry Christmas."

Looking down at the small parcel and back up at Harry, Calypso asked, "Should I open it now or at Christmas?"

"It's up to you." Harry said hurriedly. "I'm running late. My parents are expecting me."

"Alright, I'll see you next term." As Harry made to leave the room Calypso called out, "Oh, Harry?"

"Yes?"

Calypso smiled brightly. "Happy Christmas, and thank you for the present."

"You're welcome," he said, leaving the room far more uncertain about Calypso than he had been before he entered.

Inside her room, Calypso carefully unwrapped the parcel Harry had given her. She removed the small book from the wrapping and couldn't keep the smile off her face as she ran her fingers over her name, which was etched in a flowing script on the cover. Opening the book, she read the small handwritten inscription from Harry on the first page.

After a few more minutes reading about her new personal spell-book, Calypso closed the book. Grinning to herself, she went over to her desk and found the piece of parchment with Harry's name on it. Dipping her quill in some ink, she scribbled yet another small note at the bottom of the page. Without a second thought, she carefully placed the parchment back into the drawer in her desk.