He moved towards his pocket, just the faintest bit of it showing, filled me with disgust. A shiver went through my body, one that was unpreventable. Now knowing exactly what that cloak was, I knew why I always reacted to it. Attempting to keep my revulsion from forming on my face, I held up a hand. "Please, no. That won’t be necessary." While I didn’t like the idea of Harry having a Deathly Hallow, it was better in his hands than others. He wouldn’t use it for nefarious reasons. 