"Out of the three Hallows, why did you choose to keep the Cloak of Invisibility?"
Harry blinked slowly at his drinking partner, now a blur of white blond hair and black Ministry robes. Perhaps he had drunk one too many cups of Firewhiskey.
"It reminded me of my Dad."
Malfoy, the git, threw back his head and laughed.
"A keepsake, Potter? My mother’s music box is a keepsake." Malfoy enunciated each word carefully. "The Deathly Hallow," he waved a pointy finger at Harry’s eyes. "-is most definitely not a keepsake!"
He then proceeded to slump on Harry’s shoulder, unconscious.
This drabble belongs in the "Love does not seek its own" universe.
Phoenix_Flies prompt: Cloak of Invisibility,
writing_game prompt:
"keepsake"(X-posted
@ IJ)