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Ron
,
full
of
turkey
and
cake
and
with
nothing
mysterious
to
bother
him
,
fell
asleep
almost
as
soon
as
he
'd
drawn
the
curtains
of
his
four-poster
.
Harry
leaned
over
the
side
of
his
own
bed
and
pulled
the
cloak
out
from
under
it
.
His
father
's
...
this
had
been
his
father
's
.
He
let
the
material
flow
over
his
hands
,
smoother
than
silk
,
light
as
air
.
Use
it
well
,
the
note
had
said
.
He
had
to
try
it
,
now
.
He
slipped
out
of
bed
and
wrapped
the
cloak
around
himself
.
Looking
down
at
his
legs
,
he
saw
only
moonlight
and
shadows
.
It
was
a
very
funny
feeling
.
Use
it
well
.
Suddenly
,
Harry
felt
wide-awake
.
The
whole
of
Hogwarts
was
open
to
him
in
this
cloak
.
Excitement
flooded
through
him
as
he
stood
there
in
the
dark
and
silence
.
He
could
go
anywhere
in
this
,
anywhere
,
and
Filch
would
never
know
.
Ron
grunted
in
his
sleep
.
Should
Harry
wake
him
?
Something
held
him
back
--
his
father
's
cloak
--
he
felt
that
this
time
--
the
first
time
--
he
wanted
to
use
it
alone
.
He
crept
out
of
the
dormitory
,
down
the
stairs
,
across
the
common
room
,
and
climbed
through
the
portrait
hole
.
"
Who
's
there
?
"
squawked
the
Fat
Lady
.
Harry
said
nothing
.
He
walked
quickly
down
the
corridor
.
Where
should
he
go
?
He
stopped
,
his
heart
racing
,
and
thought
.
And
then
it
came
to
him
.
The
Restricted
Section
in
the
library
.
He
'd
be
able
to
read
as
long
as
he
liked
,
as
long
as
it
took
to
find
out
who
Flamel
was
.
He
set
off
,
drawing
the
invisibility
cloak
tight
around
him
as
he
walked
.
The
library
was
pitch-black
and
very
eerie
.
Harry
lit
a
lamp
to
see
his
way
along
the
rows
of
books
.
The
lamp
looked
as
if
it
was
floating
along
in
midair
,
and
even
though
Harry
could
feel
his
arm
supporting
it
,
the
sight
gave
him
the
creeps
.
