Harry, Neville and Ron sat in the partially empty Great Hall. Students were slowly streaming in after their first night back at the castle. Harry poked absently at the toast he had on his plate.
"Gumum prate!" Ron exclaimed with a mouth full of food spraying Harry with waffle. Harry cringed as he wiped the spit off him.
"What?"
"I said come on mate. Then I was gonna say its not your sister is it? 'Cause to be honest I'm glad to be Ginny free." Ron answered
"I just- I don't know." Harry murmured. "She looked so broken when I left. So-"
"Mail!" cried Neville.
All of a sudden the Great Hall was filled with the cries of students, screehes of owls and flapping of wings. Harry's dad's ministry owl; Cecil swooped through the hall and elegantly landed next to Harry's plate; dropping a messily wrapped package onto his lap. She stretched out her talon for Harry to take off the letter. Harry unrolled the parchment as Cecil indulged in Harry's untouched breakfast.
Dear Harry,
How's Hogwarts? I heard you got into Gryffindor. Congratulations!! I must say I'm glad you didn't make Slytherin, only because if you had you'd have slim ball Snivelius as your head of house. (Your mum's reading over my shoulder yelling at me for calling him that and wants me to remind you to called him Professor Snape... Oh My Godric! What are we going to do with her.) Anyway about Dolohov. Turns out a few Death Eaters (You-Know-Whos followers) decided that they'd spring an attack on Neville. I'm not sure why they tied you into it but it might have something to do with you two being best mates. You don't have to worry. Myself and the others at the Auror office have it under control. And since I'm technically not supposed to tell you this it would be apreciated if you didn't tell this to Neville. Thanks Bud. Have fun at Hogwarts and get on McGonall's good side that way if you get into trouble it wont be as bad. Speaking of getting in trouble in this package is an invisablity cloak. Yes, like the one from 'The Tales of Beatle and Bards'. This cloak used to belong to me. But now I'm handing it off to you. I hope you have loads of fun with it! And you should probably open it in your dormitory so McGonagall or anyone else discovers you have it.
-Dad
p.s. the kitchen in Hogwarts is on the floor below the Great Hall. Directly bellow it. All you have to do is tickle the pear in the picture. I'm sure Ron will love to know this.
"What the bloody hell are your parents sending you!?" Ron inquired. Neville nodded vigorously, equally eager to discover its contents.
Harry leaned in motioning for Neville and Ron to do the same with his hand. "It's an invisibility cloak." He whispered. "Like the one in 'Tales of Beatle and Bards.'"
"An invisibility cloak!?" Ron cried gaining himself several looks. Harry shushed him nervously looking around.
"Wicked!" Ron whispered looking sheepish.
"Can we open it?" asked Neville; speaking for the first time.
"My dad said to open it in our room. We don't want McGonagall knowing now do we?" Harry answered with a smile which Neville returned.
"Don't want McGonagall knowing what?" asked a voice behind Harry. Slowly Harry turned around expecting to find a professor ready to snatch away his dads precious cloak. But Harry much to his surprise found himself facing none other than the infamous Weasley twins.
"'Cause if there is something you need to hide something-" Fred said
"From McGonagall we are masters at that art." George picked up fluidly.
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Life in its Simplest
أدب الهواةThis story is a Harry Potter fan-fiction. Have you ever wondered what would happen if Neville was actually The Chosen One and The Boy Who Lived? Well here's your story!
