Harry stared at the note. Ron was

admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's

the matter?"

"Nothing," said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the

cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door

was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed

the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with

anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look -- Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"

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