harry stared at the note. ron was
admiring the cloak.
”id give anythihese,” he said. ”anything. whats
the matter?”
”nothing,” said harry. he felt very strange. who had sent the
cloak? had it really oo his father?
before he could say or think ahe dormitory door
was flung open and fred and gee weasley bounded in. harry stuffed
the cloak quickly out of sight. he didnt feel like sharing it with
a.
”merry christmas!”
”hey, loot a weasley sweater, too!”
fred and ge blue sweaters, oh a large
yellow f oher a g.
”harrys is better than h,” said fred, holding up
harrys sweater. ”she obviously makes more of a if youre
not family.”
”why arent y yee demanded. ”e on,
get it on, theyre lovely and warm.”
”i hate maroon,” ron moaedly as he pulled it over
his head.
”you havent got a letter e observed. ”i suppose
she thinks you dont fet your were not stupid --
ere called gred and fe.”
”whats all th is noise.
percy weasley stuck his head through the d
disapproving. he had clearly gotten halfway thr his
preseoo, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which
fred seized.
”p fet it on, pere on, were all wearing
ours, even harry got one.”
”i -- dont -- ercy thickly, as the twins forced
the sweater over his head, knog his glasses askew.
”and youre not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said
gee. ”christmas is a time for family.”
they frog-marched per the room, his arms pio his
side by his sweater.
harry had never in all his life had such a christmas dinner. a