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677. Deathly Hallows
Warning: Mentions character deaths.
Albus Dumbledore studied the cloak on the desk in front of him. He had never seen one quite like it. He wondered how exactly James Potter had come to own it.
"It's a family heirloom," he'd explained. That hadn't really answered Dumbledore's question, but since young Mr. Potter had no other information about the cloak, he'd have to settle for that.
"Now, are you what I hope you are?" he asked the cloak, pulling a piece of fabric to him. He wondered what would happen if he cut a snippet out, would it affect the integrity of the cloak, or would it simply not function in that spot. Would the piece function making something smaller invisible?
"I'd better not," he stated sighing, without taking the cloak apart how could he dream of solving its mysteries? He glanced at his wand, his elder wand. He'd already determined it was the Death Stick, one of the Hallows. This cloak, he was nearly certain was another. He wondered just how long he could keep it before Mr. Potter came looking for it. He felt almost sorry for the Potters, being condemned like that. Would the cloak keep them safe? He should think about returning it...but, then he couldn't be certain it was Death's Cloak. If only there was some way to tell for sure.
"They're dead!" Severus' voice screamed. Dumbledore looked up, sliding the cloak under his desk.
"The Potters?"
"Yes, he murdered them, Lily and James."
"And Harry?"
"Lives." Dumbledore nodded before apparating to Godric's Hollow and putting things in motion. It looked like would get to keep the cloak, at least for now.