Chapter 7: Albus Dumbledore
The fire in the Potters' home lit up with the familiar green color of floo travelling. James Potter noticed the fire's change, stood up, and flashed out his wand protectively. Protections had been placed on the floo, but one could never be too careful.
With relief, James saw Albus Dumbledore's familiar face. He lowered his wand as Albus's calm blue eyes gazed at him serenely.
"Come right through, Albus," James said, sitting down again and folding up his Daily Prophet.
"Thank you, dear boy. I've only come to ask for a favor," Albus said as he stepped through.
"Yes?" James asked, slightly nervously and ever wary of Dumbledore's requests for "favors."
"I would like to borrow your invisibility cloak," Dumbledore said, sitting down in one of the comfortable overstuffed armchair.
"May I ask why?" James asked, confused. It was a strange request, not that Dumbledore had never been strange before.
"Just some…research I'm doing," Dumbledore replied, uncomfortably and obviously not being completely truthful. James nodded.
"I'll just go get it then, moving to the next room where the stairs were located. "I'll just let Lily know you're here…LILY! DUMBLEDORE'S HERE!" he said, yelling the last to Lily, who was somewhere in the kitchen.
James returned with the invisibility cloak to find Dumbledore with Harry on his knee and Lily making small talk. After a few more minutes of Harry babbling to Dumbledore, he picked up the cloak and said his good byes. The floo flared up and soon Dumbledore was back in his office. He eagerly set to studying the invisibility cloak, wondering if it was really one of the deathly hallows. It wasn't long before Minerva began to mount the steps to his office, however, and he hastily threw the cloak in a cupboard before she arrived in his office.
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Two weeks later, James and Lily were dead and Harry was living with his aunt and uncle. It was after delivering Harry to his relatives that Dumbledore finally remembered the invisibility cloak. Remembering where he had stored it, he flew to the cupboard and pulled out the cloak. Gathering the fabric to his chest, he sank into his chair and dissolved into tears for the much loved parents of Harry Potter, now an orphan.