The Gift

Disclaimer: Just me playing around.

N.B. Can't get the lines to break apart. Sorry for that.

"Harry, why are you wrapping a pair of socks?"

"It's a present."

Ron starred at him. "Who are they for?"

"Someone who really wants a nice pair of socks," Harry said with a smile.

Ron looked as if he couldn't imagine anyone wanting a pair of woollen socks for Christmas.

Dumbledore noticed something was different when he stepped into his office. Everything was where is was supposed to be except for a small parcel lying on his desk.

He reached his desk in a few long strides. "Well, well, what is this now?"

He picked it up and turned it over; it was soft and there was a card attached to it. Dumbledore sat down and read it.

Merry Christmas, Professor

The card was carefully written and curiosity finally got the better of him. Inside was a pair of woollen socks.

Dumbledore starred at them as a memory came back to him.

"Sir – Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so. You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look into the Mirror?"

It was such an innocent question, yet filled with so much weight, and for a moment the truth went through his mind. Then he decided on an easy, small lie. "I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woollen socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

Dumbledore smiled. He kicked his boots off and tried on the socks. They fit perfectly.