Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The Heist For Harry

Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him.  Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in mid air.  Grinning at Harry from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers.  And in the back seat next to Ron, flipping a butterfly knife between his fingers, was YN, a big smirk on his face.  His hair was spiked up, and instead of his regular glasses he was wearing his blindfold.

Fred: All right, Harry?

Ron: What's been going on?  Why haven't you been answering our letters?  I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles.

Harry: It wasn't me, and how did he know?

Ron: He works for the Ministry.  You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school-

Harry: Bit rich coming from you.

He gestured to the floating car, and YN chuckled.

Ron: Oh, this doesn't count.  We're only borrowing this, it's Dad's, we didn't enchant it.  But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with...

Harry: I told you, I didn't.  But it'll take too long to explain now.  Look, can you explain to them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out, because the Ministry'll think that's the second spell I've done in three days, so...

Ron: Stop gibbering.  We've come to take you home with us.

Harry: But you can't magic me out either-

Ron: We don't need to.

He jerked his head towards the front seats and grinned.

Ron: You forget who I've got with me.

YN: Hey, what about me?

Fred: Tie that round the bars.

He threw the end of a rope to Harry.

Harry: If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead.

YN: Don't worry about it.  I've been looking for someone to practice my martial arts on, and Ron refuses to be my training dummy.

Ron: Well obviously.

Harry tied the rope tightly around a bar and Fred revved up the car.

Fred: Stand back.

Harry moved back into the shadows next to Hedwig, who seemed to have realized how important this was and kept still and silent.  The car revved louder and louder and suddenly, with a crunching noise, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as Fred drove straight up in the air.  Harry ran back to the window to see the bars dangling a few feet above the ground.  Panting, Ron hoisted them up into the car.  Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursleys' bedroom.  When the bars were safely in the back seat with Ron and YN, Fred reversed as close as possible to Harry's window.

Ron: Get in.

Harry: But all my Hogwarts stuff... my wand... my broomstick...

YN: Where is it?

Harry: Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room-

George: No problem.  Out of the way, Harry.

YN and George climbed carefully through the window into Harry's room.  George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock.

George: A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick, but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow.