Sigh. "Muninn, help me out, here?"

"I'm a raven, not a miracle worker."

She rubs the back of her head. "What're you scared of, exactly?"

"I'm not used to people being... good. I'm afraid it'll turn out that she isn't as good as she seems."

"...Victor I think your sample is just very biased."

"Let's tell McGonagall, while Muninn has the cloak hidden, and if it turns out we can't trust her it's better if we find out like this, in our own terms, rather than at some later point when we might really need her."

"All right."

"Good. Spoilers: it'll work out fine."

McGonagall is in her office at the usual times.

Victor goes to talk to her.

"Hello, Mr. Evans."

"Someone gave me an invisibility cloak for Christmas and I'm worried because I don't know who. I thought you might know, or at least know if it really belonged to my parents like the note said."

"An inv—oh, Albus," she says, slightly exasperated.

"...it's from Professor Dumbledore?" he says incredulously. "Why?"

"Well, I expect because it was in fact your parents' and should in fact be passed on to you. Why now instead of earlier or later, though, is beyond me. Perhaps he thought it would be suitably meaningful to give it back to you as a Christmas gift."

"...well," he says. "Thank you for explaining. If it's from Professor Dumbledore I at least don't have to worry that it might be cursed."

"—cursed? Why would—oh. No, it's certainly not cursed, and couldn't be, not that cloak."

"- it couldn't?"

"No, most definitely not. It's been in your family for generations, it's not like most cloaks that stop working after a few years."

"I didn't know," he says. "I don't really know - things - about my family."

She purses her lips. "...I was close friends with your parents, Mr. Evans. If there's anything you want to know, I could tell you."

"Thank you."