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Dads old cloak
Back in the kitchen they had stumbled around the issue for a little while before Ron managed to face it head on. What the knowledge would mean to Harry was one thing, but what it meant to them was something else.
"Look," Ron said at length, dragging a hand through already wild hair, "We can make a strong argument, that he's not a rogue, because he's been through Hogwarts and got his OWLS. They don't need to worry about him trying to unseat the Ministry or expose our world or gather followers because Harry just simply wouldn't. If we get him a proper wand, one that suits him, then he'd be registered with Ollivander and the problem would be solved. Shacklebolt will let us sign the case off as a protected informant, and no one will be the wiser. Shacklebolt and Ollivander won't break our cover."
"That wouldn't make a bit of difference," Hermione objected hotly, "The moment we take him to Diagon Alley, there will be a riot. People still fawn over him. We've just had Memorial Day for Merlin's sake! The Ministry would want him under their thumb in a heartbeat, and Dumbledore would probably want a go at him too! We can't let that happen - you know how hard he's worked to make a life for himself here, and to force him to give all that up to be a figurehead…"
"Hermione!" Ron shouted to shut her up and she stopped mid speech, shocked. He took a deep breath and continued more quietly, his throat feeling a little raw, "There is no way on Merlin's staff that I'd ask Harry to reveal himself to the Ministry or our world. He's happy here, and that's how it will stay. However he doesn't need to be visible in order to walk through Diagon Alley."
"All the Invisibility cloaks at the Ministry have to be logged out. They're getting to be really rare now," Hermione reminded him, "And simply disillusioning him won't work. A lot of the stores have wards that extend out to the alley itself to prevent shop lifting."
"Mum and Dad practically stormed Hogwarts when the news about Harry broke," Ron reminded her, "Harry's school things are in our attic. His dads cloak is in his school trunk, and the Firebolt is in my old room on a rack I made for it at the end of sixth year. All I have to do is pop into the attic, grab the cloak and pop back. We'll Floo to the twins store, and walk to Ollivanders from there."
Hermione thought about this and then nodded. Ron stepped out into the hall politely and apparated to his mothers attic. He could hear Rose talking to her Nanny in the garden, and moved quickly through the dusty space in case the little girl heard him arrive and came looking. Even spider webs were merely shuddered at as he headed for the corner where Harry's things had been lovingly stored. He smiled at the familiar trunk, which was free of dust, and knelt down to open it. Harry's books and things were neatly stacked inside, as was his school uniform and Quidditch robes. One of the papers had accused the Weasley's of 'hoarding the Boy Who Liveds possessions in order to sell them at a later point', but the twins had seen to that. The paper had needed a few new offices built, and Molly hadn't been too vigorous about calling them off. He knew his parents had had a few offers from collectors who wanted a piece of Harry since that time, and each time they were turned down, no matter how large the sum was being offered.
The cloak was right where they'd left it and Ron shoved it into his magically expanded pocket before closing the lid again gently. Once they knew how Harry was coping with the return of his magic they'd have to offer his things back. Standing up once more, Ron took a deep breath and apparated to the Hutch, appearing in the laundry in a display of good manners and leaving the cloak on the table with their notes.
Hermione was in Harry's room, watching him sleep with a wistful expression on her face.
"He was never this peaceful at school," she whispered sadly and Ron nodded. The nightly torture of nightmares and unwanted visions had made Harry's sleep anything but restful. At times it had been frightening to hear his cries and know there was nothing they could do to ease his rest.
Ron tugged the pillow out of Harry's hands, having to fight for it. The man in the bed made displeased noises, searching for the object while still asleep. Ron slid onto the bed in the path of the wandering hands, and Harry touched him, patted him all over and then snuggled in with a contented murmur, all without waking up. Hermione snickered as Ron was treated like a teddy bear, but the red head didn't mind one bit. He watched his partner walk around to the other side of the bed and climb in, wrapping around Harry from behind. The sleeping man took her hand in his and sighed before lying still and silent once more. It was early, but Ron let himself doze off, unable to remember when he'd last been this content.
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