One convenient thing about being an Elder was the speed. Scathach had found out that it was Harry's birthday in the early afternoon, and by early evening, she had made a gift for him. She'd made the dagger shortly after she had arrived in the City, well over a year ago. It was one of her favorites, but the decision to give it to Harry was a relatively easy one. He deserved it. Something about him told her that. The hilt hadn't been as intricate as it was now and the blade had been smooth, but a bit of quick engraving had fixed it right up. She thought he might like the dragons.

The weapon was in a box wrapped with white paper, tied off with a red bow. A quick scan of the garden told her he must have been inside the house, and disappointment bubbled up. She couldn't enter without an invitation, and as she had never been there, she had never received one. An easy fix. Tucking the box between her belt and hip, Scathach dug her fingers into the brick of the side of the house. She could fix that later. And with that she started to climb, aiming for the nearest window.

Luckily, he was close enough to the first one for her to tap on it, hoping to get his attention.