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Daddy's Old, Tattered Cloak by mrs_heather_grint
Chapter 1 : Daddy's Old, Tattered Cloak
 
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“Arthur, you really need a new cloak. That old one of yours has got holes all through it. There’s no way you’ll be warm enough for the spring if you keep wearing that ratty thing!” Mrs. Weasley opened the rubbish bin and tossed the careworn cloak into it.

“Molly, dear…” Mr. Weasley said, eyeing the cloak like he’d just lost his best friend, “you know we’ve got to buy Percy his Hogwarts supplies in a few months…and the twins are starting school this year. We just haven’t got the money!”

Stubbornly, she shook her head and shoved a few Galleons into his palm. “You’ve been doing well at work. You need to buy yourself something that you need. Why don’t you take Ron with you? The boys aren’t letting him play Quidditch and I think he feels a little left out.”

Mr. Weasley looked at the money in his hand hesitantly. Finally, he nodded. “Should I take Ginny as well?”

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. “No, just take Ron and go to Diagon Alley. I think he misses you.”

With a shrug, Mr. Weasley left the kitchen in search of his youngest son, Ron. He finally found him in his room, playing with his tiny models of the players on the Chudley Cannons team. His bright red, Weasley-trademark hair was sticking straight up and he looked a bit let down.

“Son, would you like to come to Diagon Alley with me?” Mr. Weasley crossed the tiny room, ignoring the wailing sounds of the ghoul from the attic, and sat on his son’s bed, disregarding the dangerous creaking noise as he did so.

Ron looked up unenthusiastically. “Sure, what for?”

“Oh,” said Mr. Weasley lightheartedly, “I just need to buy a new cloak…and I thought maybe you could go down to the gaming center while I’m looking and look at a new chessboard, maybe.”

Ron shrugged and pushed his Quidditch player models back further on his desk. He tugged on a pair of shoes quickly and followed his father down the narrow, groaning staircase.

Once they’d made their way back to the kitchen, Mr. Weasley handed his son a handful of Floo powder and took some for himself. He stood back as he watched Ron step into the fireplace, shouted ‘Diagon Alley’, and disappeared into a wave of green flames, then he followed suit.

Coughing as he emerged in the Leaky Cauldron, Mr. Weasley looked around for Ron, taking his glasses off to wipe the soot off. Once he’d put them back, on he found his son sitting on a chair talking to Tom and looking quite bored. He motioned for him to follow and they went out the back door. Once he’d tapped the right bricks with his wand, opening up the entrance to Diagon Alley, he looked at his small son to see his reaction. His expression held nothing but boredom. No more did a simple trip to Diagon Alley make his son’s face light up in joy and appreciate his father. He would be nine years old in one short week. He wasn’t so easily pleased any more.

They had just begun to venture into the depths of Diagon Alley when Mr. Weasley sensed that his son was no longer following him. He turned around to find him staring dumbstruck at a very tall, blond man. He walked closer to his son, to see what everything was about. He was close enough to overhear the conversation, but not close enough so that his son could quite see him.

“You’re Clive Davis!” Ron was saying, his wide eyes holding the expression of the utmost shock.

The man looked at him, gave him a rushed but polite smile, then continued hurrying through the crowd.

“Wait!” Ron said, running after him, pushing his way through the maze of legs. Several witches doing their daily shopping gave him annoyed looks. “I just want an autograph, sir!”

The man, Clive Davis, momentarily stopped. Mr. Weasley now recognized him. “You’re a Chudley Cannons fan, kid?”

Enthusiastically, Ron nodded, looking expectant.

“Well I’m sorry, kid, but I’ve really got to fly.” Without casting Ron another fleeting glance, he sped through the crowd and out of sight. Ron’s face fell significantly and he trudged to where his father had come into view.

Mr. Weasley gave him a kind smile and patted his shoulder. “You can go to the gaming center,” he said softly. “I’ll come get you when I’m finished at Madam Malkin’s.”

Ron nodded sadly and took off in the way of the gaming store.

Barely an hour later, when Ron had hardly begun looking around and enjoying himself, his father found him.

“Ron!” he exclaimed, rushing toward him. “While I was in Madam Malkin’s guess who came up to me?”

“Who?” he asked, still looking glum.

“A certain Quidditch player by the name of Clive Davis!” Mr. Weasley grinned as he reached into his cloak.

Ron looked at him happily, a grin creeping on his face. “What did he want?”

“Well, he said that he’s staying in the Leaky Cauldron and he went to get an autographed picture of himself…but when he came back you were gone!” With a smile, he pulled a glossy picture of the man they’d seen moments ago out of his cloak. The picture was perfect and signed.

Ron grabbed it out of his hands and stared at it with wide eyes. Mr. Weasley chuckled and led him back to the Leaky Cauldron where they Flooed back to the house. Mrs. Weasley instantly came down upon them when they got home, instructing Mr. Weasley to go outside and check the garden for any gnomes. Now that spring was almost upon them, it was time to start doing yard work. Ron dodged his mother’s hug and ran up the stairs to put his autographed picture of Clive Davis on his dresser.

After rearranging it a countless number of times, Ron took the picture off of his dresser and merely stared at it. He looked at it sideways and upside down, and finally from the back. What he saw was a black and white price sticker, clinging to the back of the picture like glue. It read: 6 Galleons.

Ron’s mouth dropped. He’d been tricked!! Immediately, he cast the picture onto his bed and stormed out of his bedroom, heading for the back garden. Once he’d gotten to the door, he saw his father bent over in the garden, pulling a gnome out of the soft ground. He was wearing his old, tattered cloak.





A/N: Okay, guys, I was reading a short story last night and somehow I got this idea!! I wrote this within an hour, so it’s not my best work, but I loved writing it!! All reviews would be appreciated!! Thanks for reading!




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