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You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone."
"You are not."
It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the invisibility cloak and whoever had sent it.
"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville. "Report him!"
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?"
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
"You've forgotten something..."
"Hey, look -- Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"
The three of them put their heads together to read the note.
"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron, when Harry told him about these drearns.
Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.
"Nearly there!" Harry panted as they reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower.
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school."
Hedwig hadn't brought Harry anything so far. She sometimes flew in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto Harry's plate. Harry tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl: