Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Happy Deathday!

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle.  Walking through the corridors, Ava and I found Harry talking with Nearly Headless Nick.

YN: Hi Harry, Nick.

Ava smiled and waved as Nick turned to us

Nick: Ah!  Hello, you two.  I was wondering, this Halloween will be my five hundredth death day.

YN: Oh.  Right...

Nick: I'm holding a party down in one of the roomier dungeons.  Friends will be coming from all over the country.  It would be such an honor if you three would attend.  Mr Weasley and Miss Granger would be most welcome too, of course, but I dare say you'd rather go to the school feast?

Harry: No, I'll come-

Nick: My dear boy!  Harry Potter, at my Deathday Party!  And do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me?

Ava: Of course.

YN: We'll be there as well.

Nearly Headless Nick beamed at us.  When we got back to our common room, we told Hermione and Ron about the party.

Hermione: A Deathday Party?  I bet there aren't many living people who can say they've been toone of those, it'll be fascinating!

Ron: Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?

Ron was halfway through his Potions homework and grumpy.

Ron: Sounds dead depressing to me...

YN: Heh... "dead" depressing...

Rain was still lashing the windows, which were now inky black, but inside, all looked bright and cheerful.  The fire light glowed over the countless squashy armchairs where people sat reading, talking, doing homework or, in the case of Fred and George Weasley, trying to find out what would happen if you fed a Filibuster Firework to a Salamander.  Fred had "rescued" the brilliant orange, fire dwelling lizard from a Care of Magical Creatures class and it was now smoldering gently on a table surrounded by a knot of curious people.  Harry was on the point of us about Filch taking a Kwikspell course when the Salamander suddenly whizzed into the air, emitting loud sparks and bangs as it whirled wildly round the room.  The sight of Percy bellowing himself hoarse at Fred and George, the spectacular display of tangerine stars showering from the Salamander's mouth, and its escape into the fire, with accompanying explosions, were fantastic.  By the time Halloween arrived, we were regretting our promise to go to the Deathday Party.  The rest of the school were happily anticipating their Halloween feast.  The Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment.

Hermione: A promise is a promise.  You said you'd go to the Deathday Party.

YN: I said I'd be "there", I didn't specify where.

Hermione glared at me and I sighed.  At seven o'clock, we walked straight past the doorway to the packed Great Hall, which was glittering invitingly with gold plates and candles, and directed our steps instead towards the dungeons.  The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles too, though the effect was far from cheerful.  These were long, thin, jet black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over our own living faces.  The temperature dropped with every step they took.  Soon, we heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.

YN: This is exactly where the teens always die in horror movies...

Ron: Is that supposed to be music?