Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Neville Fainted, Mandragora Gained 452 Exp. Points

Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall.  The four long house tables were laden with bowls of porridge, mountains of toast and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling.  Harry, Ron, Ava, and I sat down at the Gryffindor table with Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug.  There was a slight stiffness in the way she said good morning to Harry and Ron, which probably meant that she was still disapproving of the way they had arrived.  Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully.

Neville: Post's due any minute, I think Gran's sending on a few things I forgot.

I had only just started eating my pancakes when there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the Hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd.  Riko dropped a box in front of me, before landing on my shoulder.  I grinned, stroking her back as she cooed softly, rubbing her head against me.  A big, lumpy parcel bounced off Neville's head, and a second later, something large and grey fell into Hermione's jug, spraying everyone with milk and feathers.  I started laughing.

Ron: Errol!

He pulled the exhausted owl out by the feet.  Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.

Ron: Oh no...

Hermione: It's all right, he's still alive.

She prodded Errol gently with the tip of her finger.

Ava: Can you even call that living?

I grinned as Ron pointed at the red envelope.  Harry and Hermione didn't seem to see anything wrong with it, but Ron, Neville, Ava, and I were all looking at it as though it was about to explode.

Harry: What's the matter?

Ron: She's... she's sent me a Howler...

Neville: You'd better open it, Ron.  It'll be worse if you don't.  My Gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and... well, it was horrible.

Harry looked from the two boys' petrified faces to the red envelope.

Harry: What's a Howler?

But Ron's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners.

YN: Ron, it's gonna blow...

Neville: Open it.  It'll all be over in a few minutes...

Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's beak and slit it open.  Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears.  A split second later, Harry probably understood why.  A roar of sound filled the huge Hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.

Molly: STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET A HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT HAD GONE!

Mrs Weasley's yells were a hundred times louder than usual and made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, echoing deafeningly off the stone walls.  People throughout the Hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.

Molly: A LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED.

I'd been wondering when Harry's name was going to come up.  He tried very hard to look as though he couldn't hear the voice that was making our ears hurt.

Molly: ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED, YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME.