ron, full of turkey ah nothio
bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as hed drawains
of his four-poster. harry leahe side of his own bed and
pulled the u.
his fathers... this had been his fathers. 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 ahe
self. 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. ext flh him as he
stood there in the dark and silence. he could go ahis,
anywhere, and filever know.
ron grunted in his sleep. should harry wake him? something
held him back -- his fathers cloak -- he felt that this time --
the first time -- he wao use it alone.
he crept out of the dormitory, dowairs, across the
, ahrough the portrait hole.
”whos there?” squawked the fat lady. harry said nothing. he
walked qui the corridor.
where should he go? he stopped, his heart rad
thought. a . the restricted se the
library. hed be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it
took to find out who flamel was. he set the invisibility
cloak tight around him as he walked.
the library itch-blad 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, ahough harry could feel his
arm supp it, the sight gave him the creeps.
the restricted se was right at the back of the library. step
ping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the
rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.
they didnt tell him much. their peeling, faded gold letters
spelled words in languages harry t uand. some had no
title at all. one book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly