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Harry
looked
down
at
his
feet
,
but
they
were
gone
.
He
dashed
to
the
mirror
.
Sure
enough
,
his
reflection
looked
back
at
him
,
just
his
head
suspended
in
midair
,
his
body
completely
invisible
.
He
pulled
the
cloak
over
his
head
and
his
reflection
vanished
completely
.
"
There
's
a
note
!
"
said
Ron
suddenly
.
"
A
note
fell
out
of
it
!
"
Harry
pulled
off
the
cloak
and
seized
the
letter
.
Written
in
narrow
,
loopy
writing
he
had
never
seen
before
were
the
following
words
:
Your
father
left
this
in
my
possession
before
he
died
.
It
is
time
it
was
returned
to
you
.
Use
it
well
.
A
Very
Merry
Christmas
to
you
.
There
was
no
signature
.
Harry
stared
at
the
note
.
Ron
was
admiring
the
cloak
.
"
I
'd
give
anything
for
one
of
these
,
"
he
said
.
"
Anything
.
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
said
Harry
.
He
felt
very
strange
.
Who
had
sent
the
cloak
?
Had
it
really
once
belonged
to
his
father
?
