The next few weeks were eventful, mostly because Hagrid had hatched a dragon. It had taken discovery from Malfoy and the help of Ron's brother Charlie, but Harri and Hermione were happily making their way to the tallest tower in the school with a Norweigan Ridgeback in a crate. It was dark, and they were hiding under the invisibility cloak, barely.

"Nearly there!" Harri panted as they reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower.

Then a sudden movement ahead of them made them almost drop the crate. Forgetting they were already invisible, they shrank into the shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each other ten feet away. A lamp flared.

Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by the ear.

"Detention!" she shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you-"

"You don't understand, Professor. Hermione Granger's coming- she's got a dragon!"

"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on- I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!"

The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest thing in the world after that. Not until they'd stepped out into the cold night air did they throw off the cloak, glad to be able to breathe properly again. Hermione did a sort of jig.

"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing!

"Don't," Harri advised her.

Chuckling about Malfoy, they waited, Norbert thrashing about in his crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out of the darkness.

Charlie's friends were a cheery lot. They showed Harri and Hermione the harness they'd rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between them. They all helped buckle Norbert safely into it and then Harri and Hermione shook hands with the others and thanked them very much.

At last, Norbert was going… going… gone.

They slipped back down the spiral staircase, their hearts as light as their hands, now that Norbert was off them. No more dragon- Malfoy in detention- what could spoil their happiness?

The answer to that was waiting at the foot of the stairs. As they stepped into the corridor, Filch's face loomed suddenly out of the darkness.

"Well, well, well," he whispered, "we are in trouble."

They'd left the invisibility cloak on top of the tower.

Things couldn't have been worse.

Filch took them down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor, where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover-up stories chased each other through Harri's brain, each more feeble than the last. She couldn't see how they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were cornered. How could they have been so stupid as to forget the cloak? There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up in the tallest astronomy tower, which was out of bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the invisibility cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already.

Had Harri thought things couldn't have been worse? She was wrong. When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville. Neville, who was supposed to be taking care of Ron who had a dragon bitten hand.

He didn't say anything, just had a very grim look on his face. "Malfoy," he mouthed to Hermione when he thought McGonagall turned her back. It wasn't. She looked angry enough to breathe fire.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up in the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.

"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor McGonagall. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that Longbottom here heard the story and got caught too?"

Neville, of course, knew this wasn't the case, but none of them had the words to correct Professor McGonagall.

"I'm disgusted," she went on. "Four students out of bed in one night! I've not heard of this since your father Miss. Potter! You, Miss. Granger, I thought you had more sense. But it was you who told Draco Malfoy all about this! I thought Gryffindor meant more to the three of you than this! All of three of you will receive detentions- yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"Fifty?" Harri gasped- they would lose the lead, the lead she'd won in the last Quidditch match.

"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long, pointed nose.

"Professor- please-"

"You can't-"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."

A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house cup. Harri felt as though the bottom had dropped out of her stomach. Any affection that her house had held for her over the last few weeks would vanish. How could she ever make up for this?

Harri didn't sleep all night. She could hear Hermione sobbing into her pillow for what felt like an hour, before Harri climbed into bed with Hermione. They didn't sleep, just held each other and let the tears flow. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what they'd done?

At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points the next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harri Potter, the famous Harri Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lost them all those points. Her and a couple of other stupid first years.

From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, Harri was suddenly the most hated. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs turned on her because everyone had been longing to see Slytherin lose the house cup. Everywhere Harri went, people pointed and didn't trouble to lower their voices as they insulted her. It was far too much, and Harri went invisible for the first time since that first potions class. She managed to reappear in the bathroom, where she was promptly sick. Ron helped her to the hospital wing, where he finally had his bite looked at.

Professor Snape was there within ten minutes. Looking very displeased with her. Ron was a few beds down, having Madame Pomphry treat him.

Snape scowled at her. "I believe you owe me an explanation."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Harri said, still shaking from magical exhaustion.

"Draco Malfoy was out of bed last night because he was convinced that you and your friends were in possession of a dragon. Now, Ron Weasley is in the hospital wing with a dragon bite. Do you care to explain." Snape all but hissed the last part.

"No. I do not care to explain." Harri said stubbornly.

"And do you care at all for your safety? The safety of your friends or the other students at this school?"

She wanted to cry.

"Dragons are dangerous Harri! Now where is it?"

"Gone," she said softly. "I dealt with it." Understanding passed over Snape's face.

"Harriet, you need to stop dealing with everything by yourself. You need to start coming to adults when things get serious. Dragons are an example of things being serious!" He very angry. Harri could tell because he as speaking very slowly and very softly.

"Well, I had to! People would get in trouble!" Harri exclaimed, trying to keep Hagrid's name out of.

"There are consequences for actions, Harri. Sometimes you cannot protect people from the consequences of their actions."

"Yes I can!" and Harri was nearly in tears.

Snape's face was very hard. "I think it will be good for you then, to face the consequences of your own actions. Harriet, you were wrong. You should have come to me or Professor McGonagall. Someone who could have helped deal with this situation with more competence than a group of first years."

Harri wanted to disappear all over again, but instead, she started to sob. She didn't have the energy, magical or otherwise, to do much else.

"They'll all forget about this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the times they've been here, and people still like them," Ron assured her as they walked out of the Hospital Wing. Ron's hand was an appropriate size again and wrapped in a bandage.

"They've never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go, though, have they?" said Harri miserably.

"Well- no," Ron admitted.

It was a bit late to repair the damage, but Harri swore to herself not to meddle in things that weren't her business from now on. She would listen to Professor Snape. She was done with sneaking around and spying. She felt so ashamed of herself that she went to Wood and offered to resign from the Quidditch team.

"Resign?" Wood thundered. "What good'll that do? How are we going to get any points back if we can't win at Quidditch?"

But even Quidditch had lost its fun. The rest of the team wouldn't speak to Harri during practice, and if they had to speak about her, they called her, "the Seeker."

Hermione and Neville were suffering, too. They didn't have as bad a time as Harri, because they weren't as well-known, but nobody would speak to them, either. Hermione had stopped drawing attention to herself in class, keeping her head down and working in silence. This proved a bit counter-intuitive since Hermione was one of Gryffidnor's biggest point winners in class.

Harri was almost glad that the exams weren't far away. All the studying she had to do kept her mind off her misery. She, Ron, Hermione, and Neville kept to themselves, working late into the night, trying to remember the ingredients in complicated potions, learn charms and spells by heart, memorize the dates of magical discoveries and goblin rebellions…

Then, about a week before the exams were due to start, Harri's new resolution not to interfere in anything that didn't concern her was put to an unexpected test. Walking back from the library on her own one afternoon, she heard somebody whimpering from a classroom up ahead. As she drew closer, she heard Quirrells voice.

"No- no- not again, please-"

It sounded as though someone was threatening him. She thought she could make out a hissing sound. Her forehead began to throb.

"All right- all right-" she heard Quirrell sob.

Next second, Quirrell came hurrying out of the classroom straightening his turban. He was pale and looked as though he was about to cry. He strode out of sight; Harri didn't think Quirrell had noticed her. She waited for his footsteps to disappear, then peered into the classroom. It was empty. There was a door that stood ajar at the far end, but Harri hadn't heard anyone leaving the room. Why? How could Quirrell be in there alone, but not alone, at the same time?

Harri went back to the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harri told them what she'd heard.

"Snape's done it, then!" said Ron. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell-"

"There's still Fluffy, though," said Hermione.

"But we know that can be found in a book at the library," said Harri. "Surely whoever it is would already know how to get past Fluffy."

"Maybe not. It would be hard for a Professor to come in here to research without someone noticing," Neville pointed out.

"I still don't think it's Snape. It didn't sound like him in the classroom. Something else is going on, I just don't understand what," Harri speculated.

The light of adventure was kindling again in Ron and Neville's eyes, but Hermione interjected.

"We should go to Dumbledore. That's what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves we'll be thrown out for sure."

"Dumbledore already know what we know. I've already told him," Harri told them softly. The looked surprised.

"When did you talk to Dumbledore?" Neville asked.

"A while ago. In Snape's office. They are certain that nothing can get to the stone."

"Then the adults already know everything," Hermione said. "There is nothing more we can do."

"If we just do a bit of poking around-" Ron tried.

"No," said Harri flatly, "we've done enough poking around." She pulled a map of Jupiter toward herself and started to learn the names of its moons. Snape would be so proud, she was sure.

The following morning, notes were delivered to Harri, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:

Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight.

Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.

Professor M. McGonagall

Harri had forgotten they still had detention. So at eleven o'clock that night, they said goodbye to Ron in the common room and went down to the entrance hall with Neville. Filch was already there- and so was Malfoy. Harri had also forgotten that Malfoy had gotten a detention, too.

"Follow me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside.

"I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" he said, leering at them. "Oh yes… hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me… It's just a pity they let the old punishments die out… hang you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days, I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well oiled in case they're ever needed… Right, of we go and don't think of running off, now, it'll be worse for you if you do."

They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville, who had a cold, kept sniffing. Harri wondered what their punishment was going to be. So far she thought it was odd that their punishment for being out late at night was for them to be out again, late at night.

The moon was bright, but clouds scudding across it kept throwing them into darkness. Ahead, Harri could see the lighted windows of Hagrid's hut. Then they head a distant shout.

"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want to get started."

Harri's heart rose; if they were going to be working with Hagrid it wouldn't be so bad. Her relief must have shown on her face, because Filch said, "I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again, girl- it's into the forest you're going, and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece."

At this Neville let out a little groan, and Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks.

"That forest?" he repeated, and he didn't sound quite as cool as usual. "We can't go in there at night- there are all sorts of things in there- werewolves, I heard."

Neville clutched the sleeve of Harri's robes and made a choking noise. Harri herself couldn't quite believe this. They would get detention for going into the Forest. Why on earth was their detention doing something that was normally against school rules?

"That's your problem, isn't it?" said Filch to Malfoy, his voice cracking with glee. "Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?"

Hagrid came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder. Once again, Harri was struck that wizards had never gotten around to firearms.

"Abou' time," he said. "I bin watin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harri, Hermione, Neville?"

"I shouldn't get too friendly to them Hagrid," said Filch coldly, "they're here to be punished, after all."

"That's why yer late, is it?" said Hagrid, frowning at Filch. "Bin lecturin' them eh? 'Snot your place ter do that. Yeh've done yer bit, I'll take over from here."

"I'll be back at dawn," said Filch, "for what's left of them," he added hastily, and turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.

Malfoy now turned to Hagrid.

"I'm not going in that forest," he said, and Harri was pleased to hear a note of panic in his voice.

"Oh come on Malfoy," said Hermione with a hit of spite in her voice. "Are you not wizard enough to go in the forest?"

This seemed to hit a cord with Malfoy. He glared at Hermione, and actually was quiet for once. He looked at them all furiously, but then dropped his gaze.

"Right then," said Hagrid, "now listen carefully, 'cause it's dangerous what we're gonna do tonight, an' I don' want no one takin' risks. Follow me over here a moment."

He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest.

"Look there," said Hagrid, "see that stuff shinin' on the ground? Silvery stuff? That's unicorn blood. There's a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We're gonna try an' find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery."

"And what if whatever hurts the unicorn finds us first?" said Malfoy, voicing something that Harri had been thinking.

"There's nothin' that lives in the forest that'll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang," said Hagrid. Harri wasn't so sure about that. "An' keep ter the path. Right, now we're gonna split into two parties an' follow the trail in different directions. There's blood all over the place, it must've bin staggerin' around since last night at least."

Harri and Hermione were with Hagrid at first. They walked in the dark forest, listening for the unicorn. So far there had been nothing but blood.

Hagrid had them freeze, he pointed his crossbow forward on the path ahead. They could hear a strange slithering sound, rather like a cloak in the leaves. It passed. Harri felt her skin prick, and her magic felt something… off. Something familiar, but not familiar at the same time.

"I knew it," Hagrid murmured. "There's summat in here that shouldn' be."

They kept going, and came to a clearing. Another sound broke the silence, rather like hooves.

"Who's there?" Hagrid called. "Show yerself- I'm armed!"

And into the clearing came- was it a man, or a horse? To the waist, a man with red hair and beard, but below there was a horse's gleaming chestnut body with a long reddish tail. Harri and Hermione's jaws dropped.

"Oh, it's you, Ronan," said Hagrid in relief. "How are yeh?" He walked forward and shook the centaur's hand.

"Good evening to you, Hagrid," said Ronan. He had a deep sorrowful voice. "Were you going to shoot me?"

"Can't be too careful, Ronan," said Hagrid, patting his crossbow. "There's summat bad loose in the forest. This is Harriet Potter and Hermione Granger, by the way. Students up at the school. An' this is Ronan, you two. He's a centaur."

"We noticed," said Hermione faintly as Ronan fixed Harri with his mythical gaze.

"Ah," he said as he looked at her. "I thought that Mercury was oddly bright in the sky at twilight."

"What?" Harri responded.

"Gemini too, is not usually visible this late in the year," said the centaur, like that explained anything.

"Yeah," said Hagrid, glancing around. "Listen, I'm glad we've run inter yeh Ronan, 'cause there's a unicorn bin hurt- you seen anythin'?"

Ronan didn't answer immediately. He stared unblinkingly upward, then sighed. "Always the innocent are the first victims," he said. "So it has been for ages past, so it is now."

"Yeah, but I was meanin' anythin' unusual closer to home," said Hagrid. "So yeh haven't noticed anythin' strange?"

Yet again, Ronan took a while to answer. At last, he said, "The forest hides many secrets. With twin flames though, the path will be lit."

A movement in the trees behind Ronan made Hagrid raise his bow again, but it was only a second centaur, black-haired and bodied and wilder-looking than Ronan.

"Hullo, Bane," said Hagrid. "All right?"

"Good evening, Hagrid, I hope you are well?"

"Well enough. Look, I"ve jus' bin askin' Ronan, you seen anythin' odd in here lately? There's a unicorn bin injured- would yet know anythin' about it?"

Bane walked over to stand next to Ronan. He fixed Harri with his sharp gaze. "Mercury was bright at twilight," he told her.

"We've heard," said Hagrid grumpily. "Well, if either of you do see anythin', let me know, won't yeh? We'll be off, then."

Harri and Hermione followed him out of the clearing. They chatted about their run-in with the centaurs until Hermione saw red sparks.

"Hagrid! Look! Red sparks, the others are in trouble!"

"You two wait here! Hagrid shouted. "Stay on the path, I'll come back for yeh!"

But the others weren't in trouble. When Hagrid returned, he did so very grumpily. Malfoy had apparently grabbed Neville as a joke, and Nevile had sent up the sparks. Hagrid sent Harri off with Malfoy, looking apologetic. But it was a position Harri was glad to take instead of Hermione.

The walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest until the path became impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harri thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker. There were splashes on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Harri could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.

"Look-" she murmured, holding out her arm to stop Malfoy. Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.

It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harri had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long slender legs were out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.

It was the type of scene where magic seemed to dictate that tears be shed.

Harri had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made her freeze where she stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered… Then out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast.

Harri's magic fanned out around her instantly, frazzled at the threatening sight. She could feel the magic of the dead unicorn, and the familiar magic of the hooded figure. Harri, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood.

"AAAAAAAAARGH"

Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted- so did Fang. The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harri- unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harri- she couldn't move for fear.

Then a pain like she'd never felt before pierced her head, it was as though her scar was on fire. It cut through the fear, and her magic reacted violently. The hooded figure was pushed back from Harri several meters. Thrown against a tree. But it stood again, and now brandished a wand.

Half blinded, Harri staggered backward. She heard hooves behind her, galloping, and something jumped clean over Harri, charging at the figure.

The pain in Harri's head was so bad she fell to her knees. It took a minute or two to pass. When she looked up, the figure had gone. A centaur was standing over her, not Ronan or Bane; this one looked younger; he had white-blond hair and a palomino body.

"Are you all right?" said the centaur, pulling Harri to her feet.

"Yes- thank you- what was that thing? It's magic… it felt like something familiar. But I would remember meeting something like that!"

The centaur didn't answer. He had astonishingly blue eyes, like pale sapphires. He looked carefully at Harri, his eyes lingering on the scar that stood out, living, on Harri's forehead.

"You are Harriet Potter," he said. "You had better get back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time- especially for you. Can you ride? It will be quicker this way."

"My name is Firenze," he added, as he lowered himself on to his front legs so that Harri could clamber onto his back.

There was suddenly a sound of more galloping form the other side of the clearing. Ronan and Bane came bursting through the trees, their flanks heaving and sweaty.

"Firenze!" Bane thundered. "What are you doing? You have a human on your back! Have you no shame? Are you a common mule?"

"Do you realize who this is?" said Firenze. "This is the Potter girl. The quicker she leaves this forest, the better."

"What have you been telling her?" growled Bane. "Remember, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come in the movements of the planets."

Ronan pawed the ground nervously. "I'm sure Firenze thought he was acting for the best," he said in his gloomy voice.

Bane kicked his back legs in anger.

"For the best! What is that do with us? Centaurs are concerned with what has been foretold! It is not our business to run around interfering with twin flames!"

Firenze suddenly reared on his hind legs in anger, so that Harri had to grab his shoulders to stay on.

"Do you not see that unicorn?" Firenze bellowed at Bane. "Do you not understand why it was killed? Or have the planets not let you in on that secret? I set myself against what is lurking in this forest, Bane, yes, with humans alongside me if I must."

And Firenze whisked around; with Harri clutching on as best she could, they plunged into the trees, leaving Ronan and Bane behind them.

Harri didn't have a clue what was going on. "Why's Bane so angry?" she asked. "What as that thing you saved me from?"

Firenze slowed to a walk, warned Harri to keep her head bowed in case of low hanging branches, but did not answer Harry's question. They made their way through the trees in silence for a long time. They were passing a particularly dense patch of trees, however, when Firenze suddenly stopped.

"Harriet Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?"

"No," said Harri, startled by the odd question. "We've only used the horn and tail hair in Potions."

"That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn," said Firenze. "Only one who had nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips."

Harri looked fixedly at the back of Firenze's head, which was dappled silver in the moonlight.

"Voldemort," she whispered.

"Indeed," said Firenze. "You and your twin flame are destined to meet again in these coming weeks. Mercury is bright, and Gemini should not be visible as it was at twilight."

"What is a-"

"Harri! Harri, are you alright?" Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.

"I'm fine," said Harri, hardly knowing what she was saying. "The unicorn's dead, Hagrid, it's in the clearing back there."

"This is where I leave you," Firenze murmured as Hagrid hurried off to examine the unicorn. "You are safe now."

Harri slid off his back.

"Good luck Harriet Potter," said Firenze. "That planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times."

He turned and cantered back into the depths of the forest, leaving Harri shivering behind him. She turned to Hermione and hugged her. Hermione's solid arms steadied her and were the closest thing to home that Harri knew.

Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room, waiting for them to return. He shouted something about Quidditch fouls when Harri roughly shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, though, he was wide-eyed as Harri began to tell her three friends what had happened in the forest.

Harri couldn't sit down. She paced up and down in front of the fire. She was still shaking. "Voldemort's waiting in the forest… he's just in there waiting for someone to bring him the stone!"

"Stop saying the name!" said Ron in a terrified whisper, while Neville nodded. Harri wasn't listening.

"Firenze saved me, but he shouldn't have done so… Bane was furious… he was talking about interfering with twin flames and the planet."

"Twin flames?" asked Neville. "That's odd."

"You know what a twin flame is?" Harri asked him. Hermione didn't know either apparently, because she was looking intently at Neville.

"Well… yes, but Harri you would know if you were one with… him. I mean… it supersedes everything. It's a bond that's beyond rare. You would know." Neville assured.

Harri went very pale, but she didn't say anything. She would know? Time to talk to Snape again. Everyone in Hogwarts hated her right now, she wasn't about to let Ron, Hermione, and Neville know about… that. They would hate her too.

"Harri," Hermione said, filling the silence. "Everyone says Dumbledore's the only one he was ever afraid of. With Dumbledore around, he won't touch you. Anyway, who says that centaurs are right? It sounds very much like fortune-telling to me." Hermione glared up the girl's dormitory stairs, clearly thinking of Lavender and Parvati.

The sky had turned light before they stopped talking. They went to bed exhausted, their throats sore. But the night's surprises weren't over.

When Harri pulled back her sheets, she found her invisibility cloak folded neatly underneath them. There was a note pinned to it:

Just in case.