Chapter 10 I slip the silky material of the cloak over my head. The fabric hangs loosely from my body, blending perfectly into my surrondings. I have become the ultimate weapon. "This is absolutely amazing!" I reach my hand out of hiding and gingerly pinch the fabric between my fingers. The century old myth of the cloak had turned fairytale into reality starting with the mischievous Marauders, then helping the terrific trio's adventures, and now in the hands of James, Albus and Lily Potter. This cloak had become legendary. And I, Rose Weasley, am wearing it… Jealous much? "Yeah, I know," Albus… Mark grins. "You ready?" "As I'll ever be," I gulp, a knot grows in my stomach, and the air grows even thicker as I inhale deeply in an attempt to calm myself. "Then let's head out, Practice should be starting," Al, um… Mark (I'm so not used to having my cousin be a creepy, little midget) says.