Withdrawing the silken fabric, Hermione rose to her feet as she held the invisibility cloak between her fingers. They trembled, ever so slightly, as she looked at the gossamer fabric. Her mind momentarily grappled over the fact that this...  This  was the actual invisibility cloak from the books. It was beautiful in its simplicity. The fabric was so slight in her fingers, it felt as if it might tear at any movement too rough. A shimmery gray, it reminded her of the color of a coin. It felt like water as it slid across her fingers until she pulled herself to the present moment once more. She hastily dug out the infamous Marauders map, once more enamored by the magic before her. 