Chapter 65: Night Chat

"Hermione is right Harry. You are lucky it was only Dumbledore who saw you." Phoenix stated.

It was her, and Harry left in the common room. Ron and Hermione went to bed after the brief lecture Hermione dished. Harry was sitting on the coach as Phoenix sat on the chair next to him, her feet dangling from the arm. She moved a little to get a better look at him.

"How did you avoid getting caught, anyway?"

Harry smiled, then motioned for her to be quiet. He didn't tell them everything, just enough to answer Hermione's questions. He even asked Ron not to tell the girls, afraid Hermione might blow up even more. "For Christmas, I got an invisibility cloak. I don't know who gave it to me. The note said it was my father's and to use it well. I was using it when I went to the mirror."

Phoenix looked at him quizzically. "Invisibility cloak?"

Harry shook his head and pulled out a silver-looking cloak. "According to Ron, a real one like this is extremely rare." He hopped off the couch, pulling the cloak over him, leaving nothing but air to Phoenix's eyes. "See, it really works!" Harry exclaimed, not too loudly.

Phoenix stared at the emptiness in front of her. She didn't know why this was shocking to her. It's not like she had seen nothing or anyone turn invisible before. Heck, she just got this power not too long ago herself. 'Maybe it's the idea of how he got it.'

"Harry, you said you received this gift anonymously, this extremely rare cloak?"

"Yes, why?"

"Anonymous gifts seem to happen a lot around here. I mean, my broom, winter clothes, your broom, until you told me you think Professor McGonagall gave it to you, and now this? It seems odd to me."

Harry sat back down, thinking over what she said. "Yeah, now that you mentioned it, it is strange. Any ideas?"

"No, not really." She lied. She knew who was giving her the gifts, and maybe an idea about Harry's. But she didn't want to mention it until she could prove it.

"There is something I didn't mention. I didn't want to say this in front of Ron and defiantly Hermione."

Phoenix looked over at Harry, or rather his head, and motioned him to continue.

"I saw Snape and Quirrell in the hall. Snape had him around the collar."

"What for?"

"I don't know. All he said was "You don't want me as your enemy." Then they left. I think Snape felt me being there. I bet Quirrell saw Snape in that room with the dog. He saw what Snape was up too."

"How do you know that was what Snape meant? It could have been the other way around!"

"Why do you defend him? What is it about Quirrell you dislike?"

"I get odd vibes from Quirrell, and Snape? I don't know. There is something about him. My instincts say to trust him, and I was taught to always trust my instincts."

"Are you sure it's your instincts telling you this or the fact that you are the only Gryffindor he likes?"

Phoenix glared. "No, not that! That part, in fact, creeps me out. It's just something in me telling me I can trust him. That is all."

"Well, I don't know. I can't trust him. Something is telling ME not to."

"I guess this is where we disagree on certain issues."