On Christmas day he awoke,
And there, at the foot of his bed, was an invisibility cloak.
'Use it well' was its command,
"Does it work?" Was Ron's demand.
He put on his cloak and looked in awe,
His head was the only thing he saw.
At midnight he thought he'd do some hunting in the restricted section,
He used his cloak to hide from detection.
He was just having a look,
When he noticed a fine leather bound book.
He took it down to see what it was about,
And it let out an almighty shout.
He ran into a distant, abandoned room,
In front of him an ancient mirror loomed.
By curiosity he was consumed,
A closer look wouldn't hurt he assumed.
"Mum and Dad, I thought you were dead!", Into the mirror he stared,
"This is the mirror of Erised." Dumbledore declared.
"It only shows your heart's desire,
Don't trust it, it's a liar!"
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"'Arry, 'Arry! Bloody 'ell!
I found a card on Nicholas Flamel!"
Hermione jumped up in aggravation,
All along she had the important information.
She ran to her room and retrieved it,
They couldn't believe it.
Nicholas Flamel made the philosopher's stone,
Which gave the elixir of life and precious gold,
No wonder he was seven hundred years old.