Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

We Go On a Gnome Hunt

Mrs Weasley came to a halt in front of us, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next.  She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.

Molly: So.

George: Morning, Mum.

Molly: Have you any idea how worried I've been?

Fred: Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to...

All three of Mrs Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.

Molly: Beds empty!  No note!  Car gone... could have crashed... out of my mind with worry!  Did you care?  Never, as long as I've lived... you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy...

Fred: Perfect Percy.

Molly: YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!  You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job...

It seemed to go on for hours.  Mrs Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry and I, who backed away.

Molly: I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear.  And YN, I don't blame you, you were only roped into my sons' schemes.  Come in and have some breakfast.

She turned and walked back into the house and Harry, after a nervous glance at Ron, who nodded encouragingly, followed her.  The kitchen was small and rather cramped.  There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat, looking around.  I know he had never been in a wizard house before.  The clock on the wall opposite us had only one hand and no numbers at all.  Written around the edge were things like "Time to make tea", "Time to feed the chickens" and "You're late".  Books were stacked on the mantel, books with titles like "Charm Your Own Cheese", "Enchantment in Baking" and "One Minute Feasts - It's Magic".  The old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was "Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck".  Mrs Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan.  Every now and then she muttered things like "don't know what you were thinking" and "never would have believed it".  She assured Harry that he didn't blame him and I while tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate.

Molly: Arthur and I have been worried about you, too.  Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written back to Ron by Friday.  But really, flying an illegal car halfway across the country?  Anyone could have seen you!

She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.

Fred: It was cloudy, Mum!

Molly: You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!

George: They were starving him, Mum!

YN: Morning Ginny.

A small, red headed figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.

Ron: Ginny.  My sister.  She's been talking about you all summer.

YN: It's pretty entertaining.  She probably knows more about you than you do.

Fred: Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry.

He caught his mother's eye and bent his face over his plate without another word.  Nothing more was said until all five plates were clean, which took a surprisingly short time.

Fred: Blimey, I'm tired.

Fred yawned, setting down his knife and fork.

Fred: I think I'll go to bed and-