A few years ago I wrote this Harry Potter story.
Voldemort stole into Harry's room, invisible. He paused to make sure the boy was sleeping. Carefully, he deposited his gift, Introduction to Nuclear Physics, complete with a note "From a Friend." He left immediately he had miles to go before dawn.
He saw the flash all the way from London.
I find the Harry Potter stories fundamentally uninteresting except for enjoying spectacle-- which the movies provide nicely.
I have not finished this yet but I am enjoying it hugely. Go thou and do likewise.