            Her fingers brushed over the shimmering material of the Invisibility Cloak, which she pulled into her lap. Beneath lay the Marauder’s Map, the parchment yellowed and crinkled as ever. After drawing it towards her, Hermione made to close the lid when she paused, a sick feeling climbing into her throat. It was wrong to borrow from Harry...steal from him, especially items so close to his heart. Worse than her stunt at Proudfoot’s office, or her sugar-sweet lies to Ron.