BARTY CROUCH MURDERED! DARK MARK FOUND AT SCENE!

Bartemius Crouch Sr, controversial former head of the DMLE, was found gruesomely murdered at his home yesterday, the victim of both the Cruciatus and Killing Curses. Amelia Bones, the current head of the DMLE, was on the scene along with Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, and - surprisingly - jinx-happy ex-Auror Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody.

Perhaps the Dark Mark - symbol of the notorious Death Eaters - found over Crouch's house is what caused Madam Bones to turn to Moody for assistance. Normally, it would seem unlikely to this reporter that Death Eaters were involved since they are all in Azkaban - however, we do not live in normal times! Mere weeks ago, we were given shocking news - Death Eater Peter Pettigrew has been living in our midst for twelve years while disguised as a rat!

Could there be other Death Eaters hiding amongst us?

It is worth noting that Sirius Black is not a person of interest in this investigation, despite the fact that Crouch was responsible for throwing him in Azkaban twelve years ago. Black, of course, was an Auror who worked closely with Moody - could fondness for his former co-worker be clouding Moody's judgment? Or does the Ministry secretly suspect Black leading them to bring in Moody because he knows Black so well?

The Ministry is currently searching for two individuals: Bertha Jorkins, who had come to see Crouch the night of the murder, and his house-elf Winky, who is nowhere to be found and is refusing to respond to summons from her new master, eccentric Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Anyone with any information is encouraged to contact the DMLE immediately.

Hermione slammed the Prophet down on the table in disgust. "This…this isn't journalism!" she sputtered. "This is speculation! She's going to start a panic!"

"Well, dear." said Molly, finishing her coffee. "She's just asking questions, trying to get people to think. I admit, I hadn't thought about the possibility of other Death Eaters being in hiding."

"But there's no proof!" Hermione said, throwing up her hands.

"Yet." Molly said in a pointed tone. "Hopefully, this will make people more alert."

"It's going to get people thinking about Sirius," said Harry, suddenly not hungry for the rest of his breakfast. "What if they start thinking he's a Death Eater in hiding?"

Molly stood to clear her plate, and dismissed Harry's concern with a wave of his hand. "The Ministry cleared Sirius. He'll be fine."

When Harry returned to the Dursleys that night, he opened the door to his bedroom and was startled to see Dobby standing in the shadows.

oooooooooo

"Dobby?" he whispered, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"I…I is not Dobby, sir."

Harry turned on the light. He could now see that the figure in the corner was a house-elf, but it wasn't Dobby.

Harry swallowed hard. "You're…you're Winky, aren't you?"

The elf nodded. Tears welled in her eyes, and she trembled so hard Harry thought she might fall over.

"Why don't you sit?" Harry said, gesturing toward his bed. Winky simply collapsed to the ground, her back against the wall. Her head dropped into her hands, and she began to sob.

"Oh, I is in so much trouble, Harry Potter sir!" she said with a wail. "They is going to throw me in Azkaban if they find me!"

"Professor Dumbledore is your master now, Winky." said Harry. "He won't let that happen. You should go to him."

Winky shook her head, causing her ears to flop wildly and thump against the wall. "Professor Dumbledore is not Winky's master, Harry Potter." she said.

"Then who is?"

"Winky is forbidden to say, sir."

"Does your master know you're here?"

Winky shook her head.

"How were you able to come here?" Harry said. "You can't disobey your master, but he can't have said it was alright to talk to me."

"Master did not order Winky not to visit Harry Potter." Winky said. "Winky was ordered to find food."

Harry nodded in understanding. "And Muggle houses have food in them."

Winky nodded, and began to pound the sides of head with both fists. "Oh, Winky is such a bad elf!" she wailed. "If master knew what Winky was doing…"

"Hold on." Harry said. "Stay right there, ok?" He went down to the kitchen and grabbed a cold chicken leg from the fridge. He found Winky frozen in the same spot she had been in when he left.

"Here," he said. "Food for your master. Now you're not disobeying."

"Oh thank you, Harry Potter sir!" Winky wailed, taking the food. "The stories of your kindness to house-elfs is true!"

"Is that why you came here?" Harry said. "Because you need me to help you?"

Winky nodded.

"Alright." said Harry. "You can't tell me your master's name. Can you tell me what he's planning to do?"

Winky shook her head.

"Alright." Harry said. "Can you tell me what he's already done? Did he murder Mr. Crouch?"

Winky nodded.

"Has he been imprisoned for the last twelve years?"

Again, Winky nodded.

"How did he break free?"

"Master was under the Imperius curse for many years, but was able to break free."

"So he wasn't in Azkaban?"

"Master…was in Azkaban."

"He escaped?" Harry said. "How? And why was he under the Imperius Curse if he was in Azkaban?"

Winky began to shake. "Winky has said too much! Oh, Winky is such a bad elf!" She began to slam her head against Harry's bureau.

"Winky, stop!" Harry said, but it was no good. He thought fast. "Winky, in my house, house-elves are forbidden to punish themselves!"

Winky stopped immediately. "Winky must go, Harry Potter sir. Winky has said too much already."

"Winky, if you can trick your master into giving you clothes-"

"Oh, Winky would never do such a horrible thing! To be a free elf is a great shame!"

"But then you could tell me who your master is."

Winky shook her head. "Winky cannot. Goodbye, Harry Potter sir."

She vanished with a crack, leaving Harry alone in his room.

oooooooooo

Harry told everyone what had happened at their next lesson with Moody.

"Escaped from Azkaban, but under the Imperius Curse?" said Moody. "Bloody hell, that doesn't make any sense."

"And Madam Bones said all the cells were checked." Hermione said. "No one was missing. But why free someone from Azkaban just to imprison them in a different way?" said Hermione.

"Easy," said Sirius. "Someone didn't want him to suffer."

Everyone turned to look at Sirius.

"The Imperius Curse is serious business." Moody said. "It takes away a person's free will. There's a reason it's an Unforgivable."

"And I'd rather that than be in Azkaban." said Sirius in a quiet voice. "I'm telling you, he was broken out by someone that cared about him."

"Not enough to set him free, though." said Ron.

"Could have been someone who realized he was a danger, but couldn't stand to see him in Azkaban." said Sirius.

"Wait." said Hermione. "Harry, Winky said Professor Dumbledore wasn't her master. Then who would be."

"If Dumbledore's not her master, it must have passed to his closest living relative." said Moody. "But Barty had no living family. So-" Moody trailed off, and his eyes widened.

"What? What is it?" said Harry.

"Chained for twelve years…" whispered Moody. "Set free by someone who didn't want him in Azkaban, but wouldn't set him free. A grudge against Barry…it couldn't be…but it fits the facts."

He turned to face them.

"I think I know who killed him." he said.

"Ah, Severus," said Dumbledore. "An unexpected pleasure. Won't you-"

Snape strode across Dumbledore's office and slapped a folded piece of parchment down on the Headmaster's desk.

"-come in." finished Dumbledore.

"That." said Snape. "Is my letter of resignation."

Dumbledore unfolded the parchment.

"Headmaster. I quit. Cordially, Severus Snape." read Dumbledore. "Succinct as always. May I ask why-"

"You know why." Snape hissed. "Don't be obtuse. You have hired Sirius Black, and I will not-"

"Very well," said Dumbledore.

There was an awkward silence.

"Is that all you have to say?" Snape said.

"What else would you like me to say, Severus?"

"After all the years I have served you and this school, I would think that my resignation would merit more than-"

"More than what?" Dumbledore said. He gestured toward the letter. "More than two words? That was all you gave me. It is clear you do not want to discuss the situation further. I was trying to respect your wishes."

"If you rescind your offer to Black I will stay."

"You do not make hiring decisions at this school. I do."

"In that case," said Snape. "We have nothing more to discuss."

"Nothing except the promise you made to me to protect Harry."

"You have made it impossible for me to remain at this school. Therefore-"

"I consider your promise fulfilled. Sirius and Remus will protect Harry now, and having the three of you attempt to do that would be foolhardy. I see that now."

"You think Black can protect the boy? He's a buffoon."

"He was an Auror. An accomplished one at that."

"He is the reason the boy's parents are dead!"

"Only part of the reason." said Dumbledore. He stared pointedly at Snape. "Or have you forgotten your role in alerting Voldemort to the existence of the prophecy?"

"I have changed since then!" Snape shouted. "Black remains the same. A fool. And how will Lupin keep his job if there is no one to make him Wolfsbane? Or did you think I would continue to do it out of the kindness of my heart?"

"Really Severus, you flatter yourself. You are not the only one capable of making Wolfsbane. I foresaw something like this might happen, so I have already reached out to Horace Slughorn. He is willing to return as Potions Master if you were to leave."

"You knew I might leave, and you hired them anyway? Why?"

"For the same reason I hired you. Because I believe people deserve second chances."

"And giving them second chances makes them loyal to you." Snape said with a sneer.

Dumbledore shrugged. "A side benefit, to be sure. However I would point out that it does not seem to have worked in your case."

"You dare to question my loyalty after everything I have done? The number of times I have risked my life by lying to the Dark Lord's face?"

"I question your loyalty because you seem to believe that Sirius and Remus cannot protect Harry, yet you choose to resign your position anyway."

Snape collapsed into a chair. "I…cannot…look at that man every day, after what he did to me."

"I understand it would be difficult for you." said Dumbledore. "But surely it cannot be more difficult than lying to Voldemort himself?"

Snape was silent for a long moment. Then he reached for a lemon drop.

"I want the Defense position."

"I have already filled that position for this year." said Dumbledore. "But…the year after, it is yours."

oooooooooo

Summer was drawing to a close, and Harry found himself wishing it could continue. His wand technique had significantly improved. Of course, Hermione's had as well, so she was still much better than him.

Moody's lessons were fascinating - the man had seen it all during his time as an Auror. Harry found himself taking the lessons to heart; not just the magic but other things as well. He had started to sit facing the entrance to a room whenever possible, and he had purchased a wand holster by owl-post order. His wand was now at his side at all times.

He was eating breakfast at the Burrow one morning when Sirius rapped the side of his mug with his wand to get everyone's attention.

"You've all been working very hard this summer, and I'm very proud of all of you. I also feel you deserve something for all your hard work. So I have prepared….A Surprise." He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.

"It's tickets to the Quidditch World Cup." Ron said under his breath. "Has to be."

"Regrettably, I was unable to procure tickets to the World Cup." Sirius said. Faces around the room fell.

Sirius continued "So, with no further ado…The Surprise...is that we are all going to the Quidditch World Cup!" Sirius said.

There was a collective gasp.

"You bastard! You just said you couldn't get tickets!" Ron said.

"Ron!" said Hermione and Molly at the same time.

"No, Ron is correct to chastise me, ladies." Sirius said with feigned sincerity. "I apologize, Ron, but I can't resist a little dramatic effect. And I didn't lie, exactly - I don't have tickets."

There was a Dramatic Pause while everyone stared at Sirius in confusion.

"I have a Family Box. So I don't need tickets." Sirius finished.

"That's BRILLIANT!" Ron said. "We'll have the best seats in the place!"

"What's a Family Box?" Harry asked as the table celebrated.

"They're private seats. And they're really high up, because all the Family Boxes are owned by old families with boatloads of money!"

Harry couldn't believe it. Ron had mentioned that the Cup was this year, and he was hoping Sirius could get tickets. He hadn't asked to go because he knew how expensive they were, and Sirius had already spent so much establishing his Muggle identity.

The Cup was in two weeks, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. The heat became more oppressive, and Harry was even more grateful for Moody's lessons, which distracted him from thinking about the approaching event.

When the day finally came, Harry was so excited that he could barely keep up his hangdog expression around the Dursleys.

"What are you so excited about?" Vernon said, lowering his newspaper and fixing Harry with a suspicious glare.

"Me?" said Harry. "I, uh-"

"Mr. White is still working you hard?" he said.

"Oh. Yeah, he is."

"How exactly have you managed to go the whole summer without mucking this up with your…abnormality?" Vernon said.

"Let me see if I have this straight." Harry said. "You're angry because I haven't mucked it up?"

"Don't sass me, boy! The whole situation is just a little too convenient, wouldn't you say? We get a new neighbor who just happens to take a shine to you of all people? And he hires you for a job that means you can't do any chores around the house all summer?"

Of course it was a little too convenient - Sirius had used Liquid Luck to make the entire situation happen!

"Just lucky, I guess." said Harry with a shrug. "What does it matter?"

"Because I think it's suspicious that you're grinning like an idiot at the prospect of another long day of construction work, that's why!" Vernon shouted.

"He's probably just excited for school to start." said Dudley. "Right Harry?"

Harry turned to Dudley, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, that's it." said Harry in relief, thankful for the unexpected help from Dudley.

Vernon slowly turned his head toward Dudley.

"How do you know that this freak hasn't used his…that he hasn't mucked around with Mr. White's mind somehow, hmm?" Vernon said. "Didn't think of that, did you?"

Dudley seemed to shrink. He shrugged and lowered his eyes before responding.

"I mean, they'd know, right? Like with Aunt Marge last year? They'd just…know."

"Yeah." said Harry, still reeling from the shock of Dudley defending him. "Yeah, they'd know."

Vernon leapt to his feet.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?" he screamed at Harry.

"What are you on about?" Harry shouted.

"DID YOU…MESS WITH HIS HEAD? TO MAKE HIM DEFEND YOU?"

"Dad!" Dudley shouted. "He didn't do anything!"

"So you're siding with him, then, is that it?" Vernon snarled, advancing slowly on Dudley. "After all we've given you, you're siding against your own mother and father?"

Dudley flinched and backed up a few steps.. "What? No…no."

"Good." said Vernon, getting in Dudley's face. "Because what we give, we can take away. Never forget that."

Vernon returned to the table and picked up his newspaper.

"Just remember…I've got my eye on you, boy."

Harry wasn't quite sure if Vernon was referring to him or Dudley, but he took the opportunity to duck out the front door.

oooooooooo

"Sirius left before I woke up, dear." said Madam Pomfrey when Harry arrived at Eight Privet Drive. "He said it would be alright to Floo from here this one time. The address is Twelve Grimmauld Place. I'll be along in a bit."

Harry certainly hoped it would be alright. Uncle Vernon was already suspicious; if Aunt Petunia didn't see Sirius' car leave this morning, they might start asking more questions.

He was about to step through the fireplace when he remembered something else Moody had said - always have your wand drawn when Flooing or Apparating. He drew his wand and stepped through the fireplace into a dark, musty room that had once been a parlor. The carpet was threadbare, the wallpaper was peeling, and the furniture looked like it could fall to pieces any moment.

No one else was in the room. In the distance, a woman was screaming, though Harry couldn't make out what she was saying.

Instantly he spun around, sizing up his situation. He began to move toward the yelling. He resisted the urge to call for Sirius or Professor Lupin, which would draw attention to himself.

As he grew closer, he could make out some of what the woman was saying:

"WORTHLESS! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!"

"YOUR BIRTH WAS MY GREATEST MISTAKE!"

He forced himself not to run but proceeded as quickly as he could. Again he put Moody's training to use: he had taught them how to make sure a room was empty without exposing themselves to hidden attackers.

Finally he found the hallway that was the source of the voice. There was a figure slumped on the floor. Harry pressed himself against the wall and tried to melt into the shadows.

"BETTER THAT YOU HAD DIED IN AZKABAN!" the voice shrieked.

Harry saw movement on the wall and realized the source of the voice was a portrait. Now that he knew the voice was not a threat to him, he moved down the hallway faster, but he still kept his wand out.

As he grew closer, he realized the figure on the ground was Sirius. He was slumped over, clutching something in his hand.

All Moody's training vanished. He ran to his godfather's side, and saw he was holding a mostly empty bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Sirius?" he said.

Sirius head rolled toward Harry.

"Harry!" he said with a grin that was too large. "W'on you join us?" He gestured wildly at the portrait with his left hand.

The portrait had stopped screaming momentarily and was staring at Harry.

"WHO ARE YOU?" she screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

"Who are you?" he said.

"HOW DARE YOU! I AM WALBURGA BLACK, OF THE NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK!"

"Shees me mum." said Sirius, taking another swig from a bottle.

"YOU HAVE NO MOTHER!" bellowed Walburga. "I HAVE ONLY ONE SON, REGULUS-"

"Dead." said Sirius.

"LIAR! YOU-"

"Silencio!" Harry waved his wand at the portrait and the noise ceased. Walburga continued to scream in silence.

"Let's go." said Harry, helping Sirius stand and stumble down the hall. "Everyone will be here soon."

"Right." said Sirius. "ShouldIbringthebottle?"

"No, I think we should leave that here."

"Can't." Sirius said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Burglars everywhere." He took another swig.

"Harry?" said Madam Pomfrey. She ran down the hall. "Oh dear. What happened?"

"Liquid brekky with Mum." said Sirius. "Tried t'share with her, but…" he shrugged. "She's a painting."

"That bloody portrait." she said. "I told you not to talk with it. Sobrius."

The charm she cast on Sirius had an immediate effect. He blinked several times and shook his head.

"Sorry." he said, blushing furiously and putting the bottle of firewhiskey on a nearby side table. "Just wanted to wind the old bat up a bit - figured she'd go mental when I told her I was innocent. I thought I could handle it."

"You should have at least taken me with you."

"I know." said Sirius. He was sober now, but he looked as if he had seen a ghost. Merlin, what was I thinking?"

"It's alright." said Harry. "Come on, we'll get out of here and go to the Quidditch Cup. You'll feel better then."

"Get out of here…" said Sirius, echoing Harry's words. "Yes, this place is foul. Speaking of which—-KREACHER!"

There was a crack, and the oldest house-elf Harry had ever seen appeared. White heir sprouted from his ears, and he wore what appeared to be an ancient and filthy dish towel.

"You called, Master Sirius?" said Kreacher, and Harry was shocked to hear a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Kreacher, I told you to clean this place!" Sirius said, furious.

"Kreacher did as he was told."

"LOOK AT THIS MESS!"

Kreacher surveyed the room.

"Master was standing in the drawing room when he ordered Kreacher to 'clean this place'. So Kreacher cleaned the drawing room."

"You will clean this entire house." Sirius hissed. "Every room. Every stick of furniture. I expect you to be done by the time I return from the Quidditch Cup. Do I make myself clear?

Harry could see that Sirius was shaking with anger.

The Floo activated, and Ron stepped through with his parents.

"Blood traitors." Kreacher muttered under his breath. "Scum. Filth. Defilers of this house."

Sirius gritted his teeth. "Do not-" he hissed. "-insult my guests."

Kreacher's face contorted wildly. Harry could not believe his eyes. How could Winky protect a murderer, while Kreacher behaved in such a way?

"Ah, but master's guests are proud of being blood traitors." Kreacher muttered. "Is not an insult."

He smirked at Sirius and disappeared.

Ginny, Fred, and George stepped through the Floo.

"What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" Fred said to Sirius.

Ginny whacked him in the back of his head. Fred ignored her.

Percy stepped through next, with two Weasley's Harry didn't recognize - obviously Bill and Charlie. Introductions were made all around, and then Hermione arrived.

"Well, I see that we're all here." said Sirius, who had calmed down now that Kreacher had left. "If you'll all follow me - and please don't touch anything, Moony has been clearing the place of Dark Magic, but he's not done yet. Right this way-"

They walked down a long hallway lined with many doors. Sirius stopped at one that had a golden plaque with an engraving of a Snitch on it.

Sirius opened the door, and a wave of noise came through it, practically deafening Harry. It sounded like the cheers of thousands of spectators. Bright sunlight spilled through the door as well, illuminating the dank, musty hallway they were standing in. Portraits on the wall that had been sleeping woke up, shielding their eyes.

"Is it time for the Quidditch Cup already?" said the portrait of a young witch as she squinted into the light. "Who's playing this year?"

"Ireland and Bulgaria." said Ron.

"Bloody Irish. Wake me when it's England." the portrait replied.

Harry walked through the door, blinking in the sudden light. They emerged onto a balcony carpeted in emerald green velvet. They were in an enormous stadium, the size of at least ten cathedrals. Similar balconies surrounded them on all sides, but the rest of the stadium were rows of regular seats.

A bit above them, situated directly in between the two goalposts, was another box floating in midair.

"What's that box over there?" Harry asked Sirius.

"Ah, that's the Top Box - for Ministry Officials and other VIPs."

Harry squinted and could make out Cornelius Fudge's lime green bowler.

"Shall we go and say hi?" Sirius said, grinning. He tapped the railing of the balcony with his wand. Immediately, the carpet turned blood-red, embroidered with large animated lion heads. The railing, which had been carved in the shape of snakes, rippled and changed into wrought iron gryphon feathers.

Two long metal levers on the railing also reshaped themselves lfrom hissing snakes into lions rearing up on their hind legs. Sirius pushed one forward, and the box began to move, gaining speed quickly.

"THIS IS BRILLIANT!" Ron shouted.

Sirius maneuvered the box until it was adjacent with the Top Box. Everyone in it turned to look at them. Harry noticed Lucius Malfoy sitting next to Fudge. Draco was sitting next to him. Both Malfoys sneered at the sight of them.

"So nice to see you, cousin. I'm glad to see that you've been putting on weight since your escape from prison." Lucius said.

"Yes, my escape from wrongful imprisonment has put a certain spring in my step. Azkaban is a terrible place."

"I wouldn't know." Lucius said.

Fudge cleared his throat. "Lucius is here at my invitation, Sirius. He's recently made a rather large donation to St. Mungos."

"Lucius, that's wonderful." Sirius said. "Perhaps, in some small way, this can make up for the crimes You-Know-Who made you commit while under the Imperius Curse."

"Indeed." Lucius said in a somber tone. His and Sirius' gaze remained locked as he said this.

"You mustn't blame yourself, Lucius." said Fudge. "There were many that You-Know-Who bewitched."

"Yes." replied Sirius. "And many that joined him willingly. So difficult to tell the difference. Good day cousin. I hope that your generous donation soothes your troubled conscience."

With that, Sirius steered the Family Box back to its original location. Harry noticed a boy his own age sitting in the box to their left with his family. A large American flag hung on the front of their box.

The boy's father got Sirius' attention.

"Excuse me." he said. "I couldn't help but notice you were talking to Lucius Malfoy. Do you know him?"

"Unfortunately," said Sirius. "He's my cousin."

"I see." said the man. "Magnus Tolby, pleased to meet you." He extended his hand to Sirius, who shook it.

"Sirius Black." Sirius said, shaking the man's hand.

"I don't mean to pry." said Tolby, "But I'm considering going into business with Mr. Malfoy, and…well, let's just say I've heard some unsettling rumors about him."

Sirius chuckled. "I'd be happy to go on at length about why he's a git, but I'm afraid I don't have anything in the way of proof, except his personality."

Tolby chuckled. "You're honest, I like that. What about the rumor that he was a follower of Voldemort?"

Sirius shrugged. "He claims to have been bewitched."

"Ah. No way to prove that, of course."

"Of course." Sirius paused for a moment, and a sly grin came over his face.

"What business are you thinking of doing with him, exactly?"

"I've got a lead on a colony of demiguises in Thailand," said Tolby. "I've got a hunting party ready to go, but most countries have restrictions on their import."

Harry followed this conversation with interest. He also noticed that Tolby's son appeared upset when Mr. Tolby mentioned hunting the demiguises.

"Demiguises…their pelts are used to make Invisibility Cloaks, I believe?" Sirius said.

"Yes. Mr. Malfoy says he can arrange for them to be imported to England without much trouble, at which point he's willing to buy them."

Harry did not like the idea of Lucius Malfoy getting his hands on Invisibility Cloaks.

"Demiguises are intelligent creatures." said Hermione. "And they're an endangered species."

Magnus smiled. "You sound like my son Miss…"

"Granger. Hermione Granger."

The boy stood up.

"See, Dad?" he said. "I'm not the only one who thinks this way."

"And I've told you, David, if you can find a way to harvest the fur without killing them, I'd be all for it." said Magnus.

"You know," said Sirius. "I'm sure Professor Dumbledore could think of something."

"I don't know." said Magnus. "Isn't he the headmaster of Hogwarts? What would he know about this?"

"He's the most accomplished wizard in Britain." said Sirius. "I'll vouch for that. And I'll pay for the research."

"Come on Dad." pleaded the boy.

"You feel that strongly about demiguises?" asked Magnus.

"I feel that strongly about keeping Lucius Malfoy from getting his hands on Invisibility Cloaks." said Sirius.