Harry Potter and the Broom Closets of Brooms

Not Diagon Alley

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and the kids were huddle around the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley held in her hands a flower pot filled with a powder. She gave the pot to Harry.

"Here, you first."

"I don't smoke."

"No, Harry, that's what the other pot's for. This is Floo Powder."

"We've never traveled by Floo Powder, Mrs. Weasley," Dave said. "And where's that other pot?"

"Okay, Ron," Mrs. Weasley called out to her son. "You show them how to do it."

Ron took a handful of Floo Powder out of the pot and stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" He shouted before throwing the powder down.

He burst into a flame and then disappeared.

"Cool! Ron's gone!" Dave said.

"I wish," Mr. Weasley whispered until his wife's eye met his. "I mean we wish."

"That's right," she said, satisfied. "Now you and Dave go."

Harry grabs his handful. He and Dave stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!"

Unfortunately, Dave sneezed while he said it.

It was like they were falling down a dark hole. Once they landed.

The store they were in was obviously not Diagon Alley. To Dave's horror, there were statues of lynched black people, books about cooking black people, and worst of all, there were even signs that read: "Whites Only! That means you!"

"Oh my God!" Dave gasped. "This must be Christopher Columbus' house!"

Suddenly, they could hear a door open. They both hid in a coffin which, to Dave's dismay, was filled with bones.

Inside came none other than Stevie Wonder, but than a man bigger than him, probably his father, followed.

"Touch nothing, Stevie," the man said. "Ah, Mr. Borgin."

An old man came out of nowhere.

"Hello, Mr. Wonder," he greeted him.

"I've come to sell you a few things that might embarrass me. I've used up all my porn for the summer, and so has my son."

"Yes. What did your wife say?"

"She wants to sell her stuff, too."

"Good. How many magazines?"

"1,301, each two pages long."

"I can pay you fifty Galleons and two Sickles."

"Good."

Mr. Wonder put a huge box on the counter. Mr. Borgin gave him his money.

"Thank you. Stevie, let's go."

They both left. Mr. Borgin beamed over his fresh supply of porn.

"Now we have something to burn this winter. My wife will be so happy. That is after she recovers from the fact that it's porn. Well, we can all use it by the time winter comes."

With that, he left the store.

Harry and Dave stuck out of their hiding spot and began to leave the store. Dave trudged behind to grab a lot of magazines.

"Dave!" Harry whispered.

"What?"

"Get some for me!"

He grabbed some for Harry and they both left.

Sorry I didn't make my two week Friday deadline. Next Friday I will update on time. For new readers of such, Stevie Wonder is Draco Malfoy. Thanks for reading!