The Gryffindor boys' dormitory at Hogwarts sat in a tower. In this room shared by five little lions, the deep-red flannel hangings drooped from the four-poster beds and swayed, while Harry's trunk lay spilled across the floor. All sorts of personal clothes he had prepared for going out during Hogwarts Week had been tossed everywhere.
Harry crawled out from under the bed, panting heavily. He felt thin threads of cool wind blow through the large window onto his face, but it did nothing to dispel his frustration. He wiped the sweat from his face. "It really is gone, Ron... My Invisibility Cloak is really gone..."
"It couldn't have fallen on something and turned invisible by itself, could it?" Ron refused to give up and kept rummaging through the pile of clothes on the floor. Like a blind man, or someone horribly short-sighted, he felt over the things in front of him bit by bit, hoping to touch some invisible texture.
"I haven't even had time to use it this term... I clearly remember putting it in the corner of the cupboard, right behind my house scarf." Harry slumped against the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. He tugged at the thick gold-and-red house scarf and buried his face in it. Only now did he feel that he had usually paid far too little attention to this treasure, and his voice trembled slightly. "It was something my dad left me, and I lost it..."
"You're too panicked right now, so you can't find it for the moment... Maybe if we calm down, we'll remember where you put it after a while." Ron dropped down beside Harry, tossed the clothes in his hands back onto the pile, and put an arm around his friend's shoulders in an attempt to