The cloak was made out of Dementor cloak material. His father had confirmed it when he asked.
When a dementor dies, the withered soul inside its body changes to dust, leaving behind the remains of the cloak.
It took impressive skill to get that close to a Dementor. It also took bravery and guts. The type of courage needed to face down an angry dragon, or calm a raging manicore. Yet it took careful planning, cautious well-thought prediction. It took ambition.
The courage and ambition needed to awaken a sleeping basilisk.
"Isn't that right, Adalonda?"
Before his eyes, the large coiled sleeping reptile slowly began to stir, twitching and tensing each muscle in the slow steps to awakening.
"Hello?" She grumbled, the voice echoing loudly around the walls of the chamber.
"Time to wake up, Adalonda," Adrian hissed, smiling excitedly, "What do you know about Dementors?"
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"Selwyn!"
Adrian groaned and looked up. Daphne had her hands on her hips, a calculating expression on her face. "What ever happened to that Gryffindor monster?"
"Oh, must be talking about you Draco," Theo sniped up, snickering past as he plopped a pile of books on the table, too many books for one person.
"You're the one with hair like a drowned rat." Draco scowled, dropping onto a couch and throwing his arms on the back of the couch, "Adrian, four galleons to make my Care essay."
"Do it yourself," Adrian grunted, "Fire Crabs are the easiest thing to write about."
Draco groaned and leant his head back on the couch.
"The monster!" Daphne started up again, "What did you do with it!"
"Adrian adopt another pet?" Theo asked excitedly, "Is it a snake? Like your tattoo?"
"Wait- wait," Daphne floundered in shock, Draco jolted upright and Theo shrunk back.
"You have a tattoo, Selwyn?" Draco gasped, "How big!"
Daphne leant forward excitedly as well, her eyes raking over his body as if she could see through clothing.
Adrian scowled, "That's information you'd need to pay for."
"Ten galleons." Draco retorted.
"Twenty," Daphne challenged, "And I'll get your snake a rat."
"Do it." Lutain gurgled, poking his head up excitedly, "Do it for the rat."
Adrian's jaw twitched, "Deal. Four feet."
All three eyes grew large, "Whoa," Daphne breathed, looking over his body excitedly.
"Miss Greengrass?" A younger voice piped up, short and barely taller than the couch, "Can I ask for some help?"
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FanfictionRevenge is the misguided attempt to transform shame and pain into pride. Being forsaken and neglected, ignored and forgotten, revenge seems a fairly competent obligation at this point. Skylar is the boy who lived, that's why he's important. I'm no...
