AUTHOR's REPLY-------- Crap, she figured it out. Here's some... I'll post more in about eight hours.
The twins were first on the scene, seeing as they were sharing a bedroom with Harry and Ron.
"Thanks for waking us up so early, Ron!" Fred snarled sarcastically.
"Hang on..." George said slowly, his eyes travelling to Pig.
"No way." the twins said at the same time.
"Yes way." Ron said.
Ron's parents were on the scene next.
"What's going o - " Mrs. Weasley said in an irritated voice. "Is it possible?" she said in a hushed voice, seeing Pig.
Mr. Weasley did not say anything. In fact, Harry could see that a worried expression had sprang up on his face, and he was doing some very quick thinking.
"Ron, can I see him for a second?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Sure, dad." Ron said, handing Pig over.
Mr. Weasley took out his wand.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Ron said alarmedly. He made as if to grab Pig back, but Mr. Weasley dodged.
"Checking to see if he's an Animagus." he said matter-of-factly.
Everyone froze at these words, except Mr. Weasley. He gently placed Pig on the floor, and a small jet of blue light rose from the tip of his wand, raised Pig three feet off the floor, and sat him down again with a indignant hoot.
"Well, at least he's not an Animagus." Mr. Weasley shrugged, and disappeared with Pig in his hand.
"Where's he taking my owl?" Ron said.
"To the attic," Mrs. Weasley said sharply. "And he stays there until we're sure he's not a tool working for You-Know-Who!"
Ron suddenly realised the wisdom of his mother's words.
"Now, I suggest you get started on unwrapping presents," Mrs. Weasly said, turning to leave. "I'll go and get breakfast started. Professor McGonagall will be dropping by, and I'll inform her of the situation."
When she had left, Ron was less enthusiastic about Christmas presents than he usually was.
"Great," Ron sighed. "Just great. Five whole minutes of seeing him back from the dead again, and he's whisked off to the attic for some tests."
"It'll be fine," Harry said reassuringly. "Remember the time McGonagall had to strip my Firebolt down? She didn't do a thing to it, really, it was good as new when I got it back."
AUTHOR'S REPLY----------Now. It's more filler from the top of the head; I couldn't get any ideas for two days. Sorry if it sucks.
This failed to cheer Ron up, who busied himself with opening Christmas presents, mor efrom wanting to do something than real excitement. Harry followed suit.
Harry was starting to familiarize with a lumpy package at the foot of his bed each year; sure enough, it was the usual hand-knitted jumper and a batch of newly-made fudge. Harry smiled and pulled the green jumper over his head immediately.
Hermione had sent him a platinum-studded bracer and a box of magical luxury India ink; these were assured to only fade once the parchment was obliterated. Ron had given him a box(to call it a box was insulting, it seemed more like a small crate) of Every-Flavour Beans. Lupin, Tonks, and many of the order had visited Flourish and Blotts and bought Harry the best in defense the bookshop could offer. The Weasley brothers had sent him a superb package of free Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes products. Hagrid had sent him an enormous box of various Honeydukes sweets. Finally, only two small packages remained. One was a pair of socks from Dobby; One was purple with flashing sivler and gold stripes, while the other was bright cobalt-blue with circling curled lines of green and red. Harry pulled them on enthusiastically; he had gotten used to Dobby's abnormal fashion sense.
The last present was a book and wrapped in simple brown paper. Harry ripped it open, and a note and book fell out.
Harry read the note first, which was short and had no name.
It will soon be time to go to retrieve what has been left to you. Read it thoroughly.
A very merry Christmas to you.
Harry re-read it again, and looked at the book.
Magical Urban Legends vol. 5: THE PYRAMIDS OF FURMAT
Without a doubt, he knew that this was Dumbledore's gift.
In his first year, the headmaster had left his father's old Invisibility Cloak to Harry that Christmas. It had come in useful countless times. And now...
Harry had a good idea of what was going on. Dumbledore had given him this book to Harry so that Harry knew what was going to happen.
He traced the gold lettering across the cover, which had no picture.
Ron broke him out of his reverie. "Good haul this year, eh?"
"Wh - oh, yeah," Harry said. "Thanks for the small crate of beans over there, it'll probably be a year's supply. What did you get?"
"The usual jumper and sweets from mum and dad, Hermione a brand-new osprey feather quill, Hagrid a box of Honeydukes sweets," Ron recited. "Dobby gave me some hand-knitted gloves, Luna a heart-shaped pendant, Tonks a book a Quidditch, and my brothers got me an excellent crate of their own fireworks. And thanks for the new watch, Harry." Ron patted him on the back heartily.
Harry had taken a handful of gold from his considerably large moneybag to Dervish and Banges for Christmas shopping a month ago. He had walked out with a gold-plated watch, thinking it would be perfect for Ron.
Harry had gotten Hermione a beautiful golden ruby-studded necklace, with a carved ruby in the centre, resembling a lion; the Gryffindor sign. He had gotten Mrs. Weasley a ten-galleon gift certificate to Feon Dupley's General Wizarding Goods shop, and an old camera that Uncle Vernon had thrown out. Dobby recieved a pair of khaki shorts that Dudley had worn as a toddler. He got the Weasley brothers discounts and gift-cards for Honeydukes, and Ginny a good-luck charm:a copper bracelet.