Harry realized he'd made a mistake. If this Invisibility Cloak truly was the legendary one that could hide you from Death's gaze, then Voldemort might not have been able to spot him if he'd worn it when he went looking for him.
Back in his dormitory, Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak.
Later that night, a voice suddenly echoed in the empty, silent corridor. "Sherbet Lemon."
The gargoyle, though confused by the lack of a person, still moved aside.
Thump-thump-thump. An unseen figure arrived at the Headmaster's office door.
It was late, and Dumbledore was already asleep. Only Fawkes remained in the Headmaster's office.
"Hermione, right here. You look into this mirror."
"Harry, I don't think this is a good idea."
At Harry's insistence, Hermione stood before the mirror. She saw herself in the reflection, holding a trophy, stepping over Harry, and receiving praise from Dumbledore.
"What do you see?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Nothing," Hermione lied.
Harry didn't believe for a second that she saw nothing, but Fawkes had already sensed something amiss and flew over. Harry instantly held his breath, subtly extending a fine mahogany stick from under the Invisibility Cloak. Hermione, terrified, gripped Harry's waist tightly.
Fawkes stared at the seemingly airborne mahogany, then thoughtfully snatched the wood, chirping a few times. Harry quickly picked up a phoenix tail feather from the floor. Hermione suddenly realized that this was how Harry's quill, which he'd given her, had come to be.
Click. The Headmaster's office lit up.
"Harry, I told you to use the Invisibility Cloak wisely, not to sneak into my office. Oh, and Hermione, I see."
Dumbledore watched, helpless, as Harry and Hermione simply materialized out of thin air. Fawkes carried the mahogany stick into his cage, completely ignoring them as he began to replace it with another stick.
End-of-Year Feast.
"The Quidditch House Cup goes to Gryffindor!"
Harry and the rest of the team stood up to thunderous applause. Slytherin had dominated the House Cup for far too long, and now Gryffindor had finally broken their streak, so even students from the other two houses cheered for Gryffindor.
Hermione's hands were red from clapping so enthusiastically.
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Hogwarts Express.
Harry was lucky; he and Hermione managed to get the same compartment they'd had on the way to school. Hermione was absolutely thrilled, clutching her exam results, while Harry was a bit gloomy.
"Harry, I got one more 'Outstanding' than you! I utterly crushed you in History of Magic!"
"Hermione, perhaps you've forgotten that you can't do magic during the summer holidays, but I'm different."
Harry slowly pulled out a ring, telling Hermione it was an alchemical object Dumbledore had retrieved for him from the Potter vault. It could block the Ministry of Magic's Trace, a small but essential item for pure-blood families. Seeing Hermione's crestfallen expression, Harry's mood brightened slightly.
Finally, the train pulled into King's Cross Station, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
It took Harry a moment to get off the platform. As expected, there was no sign of Petunia or Vernon. Mrs. Granger spotted them and waved excitedly.
"Harry," Hermione said, worried. "Why don't you come to my place for the summer? My house is quite big."
"I'll be going to Diagon Alley in a month," Harry replied, shaking his head. He had promised Dumbledore he'd stay at home for a month.
Harry didn't greet Mrs. Granger; he walked out of the station alone.
"Dear, was that Harry Potter? Why didn't he come over to say hello? Did you two have a fight?" Mrs. Granger gently took Hermione's luggage and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
Hermione threw herself into Mr. Granger's arms, playfully complaining, "Daddy~ Look at Mum!"
Back at Number Four, Privet Drive.
Petunia and Vernon seemed to be taking a "see no Harry" approach. Vernon no longer demanded Harry make breakfast or mow the lawn, and Dudley now trembled whenever he saw Harry.
What on earth did Voldemort do to them? The thought flashed through Harry's mind.
During the day, Harry spent most of his time in his trunk practicing magic, occasionally ordering books by owl post from Hedwig.
Late at night, Harry would go out for a stroll with Humphrey. Thanks to the UK government's rather backward organization, there were barely any surveillance cameras on the streets, otherwise, Humphrey would have been stuck indoors for a whole month.
A month passed quickly. In the early hours of one morning, Harry left Privet Drive without a single regret.
The Knight Bus driver was still Ernie, but the conductor had changed to Mike, who, like Stan, wore a stiff smile. Harry figured he wouldn't last long either.
Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron felt like entering another world; Harry felt a wave of relaxation. Tom, the pub's landlord, remembered him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore said you'd be coming in August, but I didn't expect you so early."
"Morning, Tom. The usual, please." Harry handed over a pouch of Galleons. Tom's grin widened, showing all his teeth. He led Harry to the highest private room. Harry noticed the one he'd stayed in last time was already rented out.
That morning, Hedwig brought Harry a box. It turned out to be from Hermione. Opening the box, he found a letter and a cake. The cake had "Happy Birthday Harry Potter" messily scrawled on it.
He opened the letter: Happy Birthday, Harry! I finally realize how painful it is to not have an owl. The moment I got home, I felt like I was cut off from the magical world (´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥). And you didn't even write to me (#Д´)ﾉ! Luckily, I found Hedwig today, otherwise, I wouldn't even have been able to send you a birthday cake.
Blast it all, I forgot Hermione didn't have an owl. No wonder I hadn't received a single letter from her.
Harry wrote a reply to Hermione and decided he'd let Hedwig out more often, sending her to Hermione's house multiple times.
That evening, Hedwig returned, but without a reply from Hermione. Harry noticed Hedwig's feathers were quite ruffled. He assumed Hedwig had gotten into a fight after delivering the letter (Diagon Alley had plenty of owls), so he gently patted Hedwig's head.
Hedwig, however, seemed quite angry, pecking Harry's hand hard and refusing to deliver any more letters to Hermione. Left with no choice, Harry went to the Owl Post Office to write to Hermione, but after several days, he still received no reply.
Something was wrong. Had something happened to Hermione? The thought spurred Harry to pull out his wand, ready to summon the Knight Bus. He was going to go check on her himself.
The Knight Bus appeared. Mike was gone, replaced by Mark. Harry didn't bother with pleasantries, handing him five Galleons directly and telling him to prioritize his journey.
"Rich pure-blood wizards," muttered a nearby passenger.
After the Knight Bus left, Harry, learning from his last experience, put on his Invisibility Cloak and slowly made his way towards Hermione's house.
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