Two weeks had passed since the Quidditch match and its fallout. After making up Y/N and Hermione had grown closer than ever.

Hermione had grown braver in her self confidence, taking every opportunity to grab Y/N's arm, to hold his hand, hug him, rest her head on his shoulder. Y/N had fast become comfortable with the physical proximity and both of them felt the butterflies in their respective stomachs intensify at any of these interactions. Their feelings for each other had grown stronger and stronger as the days went by.

There was a fallout though, from Y/N's outburst at Harry. All of Gryffindor heard it, heard what Y/N had been through. Soon all of the school knew.

The whispering was the worst part- where ever Y/N went he saw the whispered glances, constantly. He didn't let it bother him, he went into his stoic shell, but it was hard on Hermione.

"They have no idea what you went through and they have no right to gossip!"

The pair were at breakfast one day and Hermione was halfway through one of her loud rants. As she glared around the busy breakfast hall she stopped suddenly, shocked, Y/N had lifted her hand and kissed it.

She immediately stopped mid sentence and smiled at Y/N, blushing a deep crimson red colour.

"'Mione, I love you defending me but don't let it upset you."

Hermione tried to fight through her brain fog to reply:

"How can you not let it bother you?"

Y/N spoke in a deep commanding voice. Hermione felt it do something to her stomach. Far more intense than the butterflies she was used to:

"Because I'm a lion. And lions don't concern themselves with the bleating of sheep."

Hermione looked at Y/N wide eyed, her cheeks flushing red again. All she could do was nod.

Ron had sat across from the 'couple' completely confused by their interaction as Y/N returned to the thick tome in front of him.

"What is that book anyway Y/N?" Hermione asked with a giggle, not recognising it from any of their coursework.

"Spell Creation and Magical Theory" Y/N answered with a smile, not looking up from his reading.

"What's that for?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Row- Professor Khanna has been privately tutoring me in Magical Theory. I'm going to be taking it as an elective in third year so he's giving me a head start"

"Magical theory is incredibly complex isn't it?" Hermione asked, slightly stunned but completely impressed.

"It is, but it's a refreshing change from the first year subject material. That always feels akin to tying your shoes laces. This gives me something challenging to sink my teeth into"

He felt eyes boring into him and looked up- Ron was looking at him puzzled. Hermione smirked with an eyebrow raised.

"Did I say something?" Y/N asked innocently. Hermione giggled:

"Well you did kind of compare the curriculum Ron and I are studying to kindergarten"

Y/N smiled bashfully.

"Sorry 'Mione I didn't mean any disre-"

"NICHOLAS FLAMEL!!!"

Harry had ran into the hall at full speed and screamed loudly in excitement. Ron and Hermione had jumped at the unexpected yell while Y/N just looked at him and internally sighed.

"Merlin Harry!" Hermione exclaimed while grabbed her chest from the fright:

"What are you talking about Harry?"

"What ever Fluffy is guarding has something to do with Nicholas Flamel!"

Harry and Ron had been badgering Hagrid for the past fortnight about the mystery. Harry had finally gleaned some information from him. Y/N sighed, Dumbledore should have placed the teachers under the Fidelius charm.

"Great" Ron replied happily to Harry before adding "Who's Nicholas Flamel?"

Harry shrugged and Hermione shook her head. She looked at Y/N:

"Do you know who it is Y/N?"

Of course Y/N knew who Nicholas Flamel was. He knew Nicholas personally. Jacob had taken Y/N to study with Flamel for a fortnight the previous year, where Y/N would sit with Nicholas and his wife Perenelle, absorbing their abundant wisdom on alchemy, as well as their rich bountiful knowledge about all facets of magic. Y/N had taken copious amounts of notes while staying there, enjoying his time thoroughly. Nicolas and Perenelle were kind and caring, and they took to the young boy instantly.

That's when it hit him. Severus had stated there was something of great importance being kept at Hogwarts. Y/N hadn't pressed him for an answer as to what it was. Y/N was aware of operational security and it wasn't his place to know. But if Flamel was involved, and Dumbledore had gone to this length to protect whatever it was, then it had to be the Philosopher's Stone, it was the only feasible option. Y/N was pulled from his thoughts as Hermione gently nudged his arm.

"Y/N? Do you know who Nicholas Flamel is?" she asked again gently.

Y/N did something he didn't want to. Something he hadn't done before. He lied to Hermione:

"I recognise the name, but can't for the life of me place it".

Dumbledore owed him big time.

-~-

The next week had been spent combing over books in the library, 'trying' to find information on Nicholas Flamel. The search had came up frustratingly short.

Y/N had requested through Snape to meet with Dumbledore. He was struggling not being honest with Hermione. His request was quickly granted and he was summoned just before lunch on the following Wednesday morning.

He entered the Headmaster's office with Professor Snape, the Headmaster sitting behind his desk. He looked over his moon shaped glasses and smiled at the young man approaching him, motioning for him to sit.

"Y/N, how good to see you. I've heard amazing things from all your Professors. How can I help you?"

"It's about Nicholas Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone Headmaster" Y/N replied bluntly.

Albus looked at Y/N, trying his best to hide his shock and surprise. He looked briefly at Severus then back to Y/N. He was well aware of the growing paternal relationship between Severus and Y/N. He was quite happy for them both, but for Severus to disclose this to Y/N-

"Professor Snape didn't say a word if that's what you're wondering Headmaster. In all honesty, we- Hermione, Harry, Ron and myself discovered Fluffy one night when we were trying to avoid Filch. Hermione and I quickly pieced together he was guarding something, Severus told me he couldn't disclose what. I was happy to let the matter lie until the Quidditch game when Quirrell made his move against Harry. Hagrid accidentally let slip that the hidden object was between you and Nicholas, and the only thing I could imagine would warrant such defences would be the Philosopher's Stone".

Albus looked at the twelve year old boy in front of him astounded. His reasoning skills, his razor sharp instincts. This boy, their greatest weapon in the coming conflict... Albus couldn't be more happy with him. He considered his response:

"Well done Y/N. Your reasoning skills and analysis are spot on and 100% correct. What in particular can I help you with?"

Y/N sighed.

"Hermione, Ron and Harry, well 'Mione in particular, are looking for information on Nicholas Flamel. I've... I've lied to them, said I didn't know who Flamel was. I have no problem lying to Harry and Ron on a matter as secretive as this, but lying to 'Mione..."

Y/N sighed again and looked down.

"Yes I had heard of your closeness with Ms Granger, of the... special nature of your relationship. I understand being disingenuous with her would not sit right with you. Tell me, do you think she is trustworthy?"

"Of course I do sir" Y/N answered firmly. "She has completely stuck to the cover story that Severus and I are at each other's throats, even when Hermione and I were arguing with each other, she didn't deviate".

Y/N looked down sadly at the memory.

"In that case Y/N, you may confide in Ms Granger the truth, about Nicholas and the Stone, on the condition that she too does not disclose it to anyone"

Y/N smiled in relief, asking:

"If Harry or Ron should stumble upon Flamel?"

Dumbledore smiled.

"Feign ignorance and go along with them. Instruct Ms Granger to follow your lead. Incidentally Y/N, I'm also awarding you thirty house points. Your analytical and reasoning skills are awe inspiring, especially for a first year student. Well done. You're a credit to yourself and your house".

Y/N stood and nodded, turning to leave before Dumbledore called out again:

"Y/N, may I ask... what are your thoughts about Professor Quirrell?"

Y/N stopped and turned.

"I am deeply concerned about Quirrell, Headmaster. His occlumency shields are impervious, despite my constant attempts to breech them. It suggests skill far beyond his stuttering persona. Coupled with that I sense a... a darkness about him. One I can't put my finger on"

Dumbledore nodded and said simply:

"Thank you Y/N"

-~-

Y/N arrived at the Great Hall halfway through lunch, he took a seat next to Hermione and was instantly side hugged, returning it with a strong arm around her lower back. He smiled at the girl before looking forward and uttering:

"Filk!"

A plate appeared in front of him, his usual lunch of grilled chicken breast and green steamed vegetables. He smiled and uttered again:

"Thank you Filk"

"Why do you get that and we get sandwiches?" Ron asked annoyed. Y/N chuckled:

"That's what happens when you appreciate and make friends with the kitchen staff Weasel"

He began to quickly eat, cutting up his chicken, demolishing it quickly before moving on to his vegetables.

Hermione looked at him and giggled:

"Did you even have time to taste that?"

Y/N swallowed his last bite of vegetables and washed it down with a glass of water before turning to Hermione:

"Did I ever tell you what Jacob told me about food?"

Hermione shook her head as Y/N smirked:

"If you have to eat shit- best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat"

The three looked at Y/N dumbfounded as he chuckled:

"Food's not about taste or flavour. It's about refuelling my body, nothing more"

He stood and leant down, kissing Hermione's head as she heard:

I need to talk to you after, alone.

He stood upright and smiled, saying:

"See you after Creatures" and walked off. When he had exited the hall Ron turned to the others and asked worriedly:

"Did Jacob make him eat poo?"

Harry stared at Ron blankly. Hermione facepalmed.

-~-

Y/N headed out towards Hagrid's Hut, as Kettleburn has told the class to meet there. He had promised them something magnificent.

There was a light early winter snow falling, covering the ground with a thin layer of white as Y/N arrived and leant on Hagrid's fence, facing the Forbidden Forest.

His earlier foray had awoken a longing in him that had been dormant since he started Hogwarts.

The thrill of a life or death situation, the feeling of adrenaline pulsating through his veins. There was nothing like it. It was addictive. He wanted more.

Y/N was pulled from his daydream when he heard a throat clearing next to him. He turned and came face to face with Maisy Parkinson. She looked at Y/N, but not with the harsh glare he was used to receiving from her, nor with her usual resting bitch face.

Y/N looked at her sideways before returning his gaze to the forest, offering a polite:

"Ms. Parkinson"

The girl smiled and replied: "You can call me Maisy"

"Ok... Maisy. Is there something I can help you with?" Y/N replied with a puzzled tone. The girl was quiet for a few moments before replying:

"I've heard the rumours about you."

Y/N sighed. Even if she didn't have her usual 'higher-than-thou' tone of voice, this was no doubt a Slytherin ploy of some sort.

"Which rumours in particular Maisy? There are quite a few from what I've heard. The last one suggested I was actually an undercover hit wizard. Took me by surprise I can tell you, still waiting for my Ministry paycheque."

Y/N answered unenthusiastically. Maisy giggled before leaning on the fence next to him.

"No the one about... about your family"

"Oh" Y/N answered without emotion.

"Is it true, that your mother would torture you? Beat you nearly to death, over and over again?"

Y/N's face hardened momentarily. He may be a lion but even lions lose their cool. He replied with gritted teeth.

"Yes. Started when I was three after my father was murdered. Continued until I was eight and my brother rescued me. No one has seen her since. If you're going to spread gossip at least spread facts. That's all I ask!"

There was silence for a few moments before Maisy replied with sorrow in her voice:

"No, I won't tell anyone. I just wanted to say I'm sorry".

That was...surprising. Y/N turned to face Maisy, unable to hide the shock on his face:

"Come again?"

Maisy chuckled at the boy's expression. She elaborated:

"I'm sorry. My parents are horrible people too. Nothing like what you went through, but I'm always a disappointment to them. My younger sister Pansy is their princess and I'm, well a let down."

Y/N felt conflicted. He'd judged the girl harshly. The Parkinsons were big time supporters of Lord Fuck-knuckles during the war, and her bitchy attitude had done nothing to dissuade that opinion. But a quick legilimency spot check showed she was being honest... and genuine. He gave her a chance:

"I'm sorry for that, I truly am Maisy. But we can't pick our parents. All we can do is choose who we want to be, and tell the world to go fuck itself if it don't like it."

She giggled again and smiled warmly:

"That's a good way of looking at it. Never thought of it like that. I like you Y/N. You're a good guy."

Y/N smiled back.

"Thanks Maisy, you're not too bad yourself. Once you let your real self out that is."

Y/N smirked at the girl and then noticed she was blushing? That was odd. She replied with a deep smile:

"Thanks for the talk Y/N, and for trusting me to tell me your story. I'd like it if we could be friends".

"That would be nice Maisy, but I warn you now. I don't tolerate that blood purity nonsense. My best friend and soon to be sister-in-law are Muggleborns. And I don't hesitate to lash out if they are... not treated with respect."

"I know. I was so happy when you beat the shit out of Higgins and his crew."

Y/N raised his eyebrow and Maisy laughed again.

"Seriously he's such a dick. Always putting the hard word on girls. Has no respect for women, thinks he's Merlin's gift to them. At least he did, until you got through with him. Now he jumps at his own shadow. Besides not all Slytherins are like that. Look at your brothers. I never met Jacob but I really like Dean. He was always so nice to everyone, no matter what house they were in. I see a lot of him in you."

Y/N chuckled.

"Stop, you'll give me a big head"

"No it's true" Maisy smiled, looking down before placing some hair behind her ear as she looked back up.

"Both of you are smart, brave, funny, kind. Protect other people and... are handsome."

Maisy's head shot down as she blushed. Y/N stood there confused as to what was going on when she spoke again:

"Anyway, thanks for the talk, we should head over to the rest of the class. And thanks for giving me a chance to be your friend."

She smiled before leaning in and hugging Y/N. He was really shocked at this point as he hugged back, patting her back awkwardly. She let go and wiped her eyes before walking around to the other side of Hagrid's hut. Y/N gave it a couple of moments and then followed.

Professor Kettleburn looked over at Y/N and smiled:

"Ah Mr.L/N good, now we can begin. Ok I have a real treat for you all today, well for the young ladies anyway".

"No alarm bells ringing there" Y/N replied to the amusement of the rest of the class.

Kettleburn chuckled and walked away with the class following behind. They quickly arrived at a clearing with a temporary fence around it and the class, including Y/N, gasped.

A unicorn was inside. It's beauty and grace enraptured all the students as Kettleburn spoke:

"Now the young ladies can enter the paddock but I suggest the young men don't. Unicorns don't really respond well to males".

All the girls entered and Y/N and the other male students leant on the fence and observed.

"Shame we cant go in hey mate"

Cedric leant next to Y/N and the pair smiled and shook hands. Cedric asked:

"How you holding up? It's been a rough few weeks."

"Yeah I'm alright Ced, I've had worse before." Y/N replied, still focused on the unicorn. Cedric nodded his head.

"No doubt. Just let me know if you need to chat. Sometimes letting it all out can help."

"Thanks Ced, ill keep that in mind."

Cedric nodded. After twenty minutes the girls started to wander back to where the boys and teacher were standing. When Angelina Johnson finally returned as the last student, Y/N got an idea and turned to his teacher.

"Professor can I try something?" Y/N asked.

"I'd say don't do anything dangerous..." Kettleburn held up his fake hand and laughed loudly: "...but that would be a bit hypocritical. Go for it young man. I've heard you're making friends with dragons and yetis in the Reserve so a unicorn should be no trouble."

The class gasped. Cedric looked at Y/N shocked, asking: "Really, Y/N?"

"You're surprised?" Y/N asked in mock hurt.

"Um...yeah...little bit."

Y/N chuckled and jumped the fence. He heard Maisy yell out "good luck Y/N!" He offered her a thumbs up without turning round and slowly approached the magnificent magical creature. The unicorn lifted its head and looked Y/N directly in the eye. Y/N immediately whispered to put the girl at ease:

Hello beautiful girl. You may be the most wonderful creature I've ever seen.

You are a man.

I am.

You can talk to me.

I can

How is this possible?

I was born with a gift. A wonderful gift that allows me to talk to amazing, beautiful creatures like you. I'm very lucky.

We unicorns don't like men.

May I ask why not.

Men hurt us. Kill us. Take our horns.

All I can do is swear to you I won't. I'm going to pull out my wand and throw it away so you can see I don't want to harm you. Is that ok?

Yes. But slowly.

Y/N slowly reached into his sleeve, pulling his wand out even slower, letting the unicorn get a good look at it before he threw it to his right, behind him. He heard the class gasp.

See. I mean you no threat. I've never had the chance to be close to a unicorn before. You are far more beautiful than any of the books could describe.

Thank you man.

My name is Y/N L/N. May I ask your name?

I do not have one.

Would you like one?

What would you call me?

I would call you Frumoasa. I spent time with a community of people. In their language, it means beautiful.

Hmm. I like it. Would you like to stroke my mane? I like you Y/N L/N You are not like other men.

It would be an honour.

Y/N walked up to the unicorn and extended his hand, a giant smile resting on his face. He gently stroked her mane and her neck. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder and he lifted his other hand under her neck and stroked her head. She then completely rested her head on his shoulder, letting her full guard down.

This is one of the greatest moments of my life Frumoasa. Where do you live normally?

I live in the place with the other creatures. We are safe there. A man comes and changes my food frequently.

That's the Reserve. I help there but I haven't made it to your enclosure yet. May I visit you Frumoasa?

I would like that Y/N L/N.

Thank you. I must return to the other people now but I will come see you as soon as I can. Thank you for the honour you have bestowed upon me.

I look forward to seeing you again Y/N L/N.

Y/N gave her one last tickle and walked backwards before bowing. He turned to pick up his wand and jumped over the fence. The class, including the Professor, look at Y/N speechless.

"How in Merlin's name was that possible
Y/N?"

Kettleburn was so shocked he addressed Y/N with his first name. The teacher never usually did that, always using a student's surname. Y/N smirked:

"Loquitur animalbus"

The teachers remaining eye widened.

"Really? But there hasn't been a confirmed whisperer in over 300 years!"

Y/N chuckled:

"Well you're looking at one Professor"

The teacher stared at Y/N for thirty full seconds, completely mesmerised before finally saying:

"Unbelievable. 20 points to Gryffindor Y/N... for making my day, month, year."

Cedric looked at Y/N in a wide-eyed
expression mirrored by their other classmates as he finally managed to mutter:

"What exactly is a whisperer, and how did you do that Y/N?"

Kettleburn answered happily:

"The Loquitur animalbus, or beast whisperer is a very, very rare magical skill Mr. Diggory. Mr L/N here has inherited an ability to talk to magical creatures. As I said there hasn't been a confirmed case in 300 years. You must be a descendent of the McNairs."

"I read about them Professor. I had considered that possibility but couldn't find where they had married into the L/N line"

"McNairs?" A Hufflepuff student asked.

"That family had the unique ability to talk to beasts. All known beast whisperers since have been descended from them. But I didn't know they had married into the L/N family either Y/N"

Y/N chuckled.

"Feels like there's a lot about my family I don't know."

The teacher nodded sympathetically.

"Indeed. Class dismissed. See you on Friday."

Y/N walked back to the castle happily chatting with Cedric. They parted ways with a handshake as Maisy approached Y/N.

"That was incredible Y/N. And seriously you can talk to Magical Creatures?"

"Yep"

"How does it work?" Maisy asked completely bewildered.

"Kind of like legilimency, but with Magical Creatures, not people. Have you had any experience with legilimency?"

"No" Maisy shook her head.

It's easy if you know how.

Her eyes widened as Y/N smirked.

"So when Kett said you were making friends with a yeti and a dragon you were literally..."

"Yep. Welshy and Chuckles"

"Pardon?" Maisy asked, a slight shake of her head.

"Welshy is a Welsh Green."

"And Chuckles?"

"A real grumpy bastard. Took me two weeks to convince him not to eat me."

Maisy giggled and smiled as Hermione approached the pair. Maisy reached in and gave Y/N a tight hug as the smaller bushy haired girl got to them. Y/N immediately noticed the two girls give each other fierce stares before Maisy turned back to Y/N with a smile.

"I've gotta go. See you around Y/N".

"Later" Y/N smiled as she walked away. He was instantly set upon by Hermione.

"Who was she?" Hermione asked in a very annoyed tone.

"Maisy Parkinson" Y/N answered happily.

"I'm aware of her name" Hermione snapped back.

"But you just asked..."

"Come on were gonna be late for History of Magic".

Not only did Hermione cut Y/N off, but she grabbed his hand tightly, interlocked their fingers and pulled him towards the classroom. Y/N chuckled as he was dragged. This had been a very strange day.

-~-

After arriving (or being dragged to) History of Magic, Y/N was 'guided' to his seat, where Hermione spent the whole lesson with her head on his shoulder.

Rowan kept giving the pair in his front row strange looks, but nevertheless kept on teaching. About halfway through the lesson he made eye contact with Y/N and discreetly tapped his temple.

Everything ok Y/N?

Honestly Row, I have no clue what's going on.

Following History of Magic, Hermione pulled Y/N to the common room. The room was empty other than the pair of them in front of the fire.

"So where are the guys?" Y/N asked as he looked around.

"I made them look for Flamel again. Now tell me why were you talking to her like that?"

Y/N looked down at the girl with a furrowed brow.

"Who?"

He was genuinely clueless what she was talking about.

"Parkinson!" Hermione spat.

"Oh ok well-"

"Is she your girlfriend? Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

Y/N was blown away. That had been the absolute last thing he thought she would say. He was so shocked he actually wobbled his head as his eyes opened wide and he proceeded to choke on his own saliva. He finally managed to blurt out:

"What the fuck?"

"So... so she's... not?" Hermione asked in panicked realisation she had added two and two and somehow got twenty-three.

"No!" Y/N nearly roared in shocked panicked disbelief.

Oh if Hermione could get swallowed by the earth at that moment.

"So... why were you hugging?"

Y/N sighed and told Hermione everything that had happened in Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione nodded throughout, only adding at the end:

"Just be careful Y/N. She likes you. A lot"

"Ohh is someone jealous?"

The look that followed the comment told Y/N he should apologise. Immediately!"

"Sorry 'Mione. I was just joking".

"Hmmph"

She turned her head. Y/N moved closer, running his hands through her bushy hair before gently turning her face to look at him.

"I'm really sorry. You have nothing at all to be jealous or worried about. Nothing. There is only one special lady in my heart and I'm sitting with her right now."

"Really. You mean that?" Hermione asked overjoyed.

"Of course I do. Now come here"

Y/N wrapped her up in a tight hug she melted into. After they released Y/N leant back and Hermione rested her head on his chest. After sitting there for a while Hermione asked:

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Y/N pulled Hermione into another side hug and kissed her on top of the head. He began to speak through legilimency:

I lied to you 'Mione and I am so so sorry. Please forgive me.

Hermione was shocked but thought back.

Wh-why did you lie to me? What was it about?

I know Nicholas Flamel.

You do??? Who is he? Why did you lie about knowing who he was?

Y/N sighed.

Operational Security. Nicholas is a French Alchemist. He is the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone. That's what's being kept here. That's what Quirrell is after.

Wait... now I remember reading about him. Are you sure it's...?

That's where Snape took me earlier. I'd asked him to get me a meeting with Dumbledore. I told Dumbledore I couldn't keep lying to you. That I knew what was being kept here.

What did he say?

We're talking aren't we? Y/N chuckled before continuing:

He was shocked I had worked it out. Gave me 30 house points for it funnily enough. Said I could tell you but if Harry or Ron figured out who Flamel was we needed to feign ignorance.

Ok. So the Philosopher's Stone. It grants immortality?

Yes. Nicholas just turned 680 last year, it was a fun-

Hermione heard silence suddenly in her head.

"Do you know him as well Y/N?"

Y/N sighed.

Yes. Sorry.

Why are you apologising?

I just don't want to sound big headed or arrogant 'Mione. I stayed with Nicholas and his wife Perenelle last year. They are the sweetest couple. He had his six hundred and eightieth birthday while I was there with them.

Oh that's nice. So it grants immortality?

Yeah, and can be used to turn anything into gold. Think about if Voldemort got that into his hands. Unlimited resources. Inability to die. The world would enter darkness it could never emerge from.

Hermione shivered at Y/N's words in her head and squeezed him tighter.

"So I'll follow your lead then Y/N?"

Y/N smiled and nodded. He replied:

"Should we go make sure the guys are working?"

"No. Let's just stay here until dinner. This is nice."

-~-

The pair stayed in the relaxing happy embrace until dinner time. Hermione felt overjoyed at the amount of trust Y/N had placed in her. Y/N felt an immeasurable sense of relief that Hermione hadn't been angry at him for lying. He never wanted to lie to her again.

After dinner the pair went to the library and studied until it closed at 9:45pm. They went back to the common room until Midnight when they went to Astronomy.

It was Y/N's least favourite class, but he worked hard and excelled, as always.

-~-

At the end of a very long day and after hugging Hermione good night Y/N returned to his dorm just after 3am with his roommates. He was surprised to see a package on his bed wrapped up. If he hadn't have recognised the handwriting he wouldn't have picked it up.

The attached note was unsigned but Y/N knew Dumbledore's writing when he saw it. Harry and Ron came over as Y/N read it out:

"You've had a rough few weeks Y/N. This belonged to your father. Thought it was time to return it. Use it well".

Y/N opened the package and it was a cloak. It struck him as strange but he was grateful to have something else that belonged to his father. Y/N placed it around his neck and Ron squealed loudly, resulting in Dean Thomas tiredly yelling at him to shut up.

Y/N looked down and chuckled to see his body had disappeared.

"An invisibility cloak. Pretty cool Dad" Y/N smiled to himself.