From Father to Son

"James!"

Fleamont Potter playfully poked his son and ruffled his eyebrows.

James cried; "Hey, stop that!" He sat up suddenly. "Hey Dad, guess what! I'm 10 now! A double digitified human!"

Fleamont said with a grin; "Great observation." Then more seriously he added: "I have something very special for you. This has been passed down from parent to oldest child for generations now. I've mentioned, James, how we are descendants of Ignotus Peverell who acquired Deaths Invisibility Cloak itself! And upon my tenth birthday my father gave me this cloak just as I am now giving it to you."

Fleamont pulled the cloak from behind his back and James' mouth fell open, for his Father had no hands, his arms just ended at the sleeves.

"Hold out your hands, James."

James obliged and Fleamont placed something over them. His hands immediately disappeared and his father's reappeared as he pulled them back.

James gasped and set the weight he felt on the bed. A cloak appeared, his hands reappeared and as he ran his hands over the shimmering object it felt like running water, cool and slippery, mysterious and magical.

Reaching out again he grabbed the cloak, whipping it open and throwing it over his head, opening the door and pretending to be running from the room as he did so.

Instead he moved behind his father and tried to tickle him, yelling loudly as he did so.

Unfortunately for James his father was much more experienced at the fine art of play fighting, snatched him up and dropped him on the bed.

"Ummphhh!" went James, a lump in the bed and a foot sticking out from underneath the clock revealing his location.

Fleamont laughed and began tickling the foot which began kicking frantically. Suddenly Fleamont yelped as the other foot walloped him hard in the ribs, knocking his breath out of him. He flopped on the bed next to his son wheezing. "I'm getting too old for this type of horse play."

James gently removed the cloak and hugged his father. "Thanks Dad, this is unbelievable."

Fleamont tousled his son's untidy hair. "Take good care of it, it may seem fun and really cool, but this could save your life. This is the only true Invisibility Cloak, no Demiguise fur cloak or enchanted blanket, it is irreplaceable. The cloak very old and I want you to have it. Now don't break any big laws with it, okay?" He let out a small laugh. "This cloak demands respect and a bit of self-discipline, maybe more than I had when I was your age."

He grinned at his son who grinned back at him as if in true appreciation of the possibilities for mischief the cloak provided.

"Don't worry Dad, I'll be careful."

He grabbed James and hugged him. "I love you, kiddo." The he said abruptly; "You know, I haven't given Euphemia a good scare in a while…"