Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Firebolt

It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship.  Scabbers was gone.  Ron had found his bedsheets stained with blood, and Crookshanks' hair was at the scene of the crime.  Each was so angry with the other that I honestly couldn't see how they'd ever make up.  Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks' attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds.  Hermione, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.  Personally, Harry, Ava, and I were sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when we tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with us too.

Hermione: Okay, side with Ron then!  First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it!  Just leave me alone, I've got a lot of work to do!

Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.  Which is weird cause while Scabbers was alive, Ron seemed to hate him.

Fred: Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was.

George: And he's been off color for ages, he was wasting away.  It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly... one swallow, he probably didn't feel a thing.

Ginny: George!

Fred: All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself.

Ron: He bit Goyle for us once!  Remember, Harry?

Harry: Yeah, that's true.

YN: His finest hour.  Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory.

Fred: Oh, come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?

We went down to breakfast the next morning with the rest of the boys in our dormitory, all of whom seemed to think the Firebolt deserved a sort of guard of honor.  As Harry entered the Great Hall, heads turned in the direction of the Firebolt, and there was a good deal of excited muttering.  We saw, with enormous satisfaction, that the Slytherin team were all looking thunderstruck.

Ron: Did you see Malfoy's face?  He can't believe it!  This is brilliant!

Wood, too, was basking in the reflected glory of the Firebolt.

Wood: Put it here, Harry.

People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look.  Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Nimbus, and Percy's Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, asked if she could actually hold the Firebolt.

Percy: Now, now, Penny, no sabotage!  Penelope and I have got a bet on.  Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!

Penelope put the Firebolt down again, thanked Harry, and went back to her table.

Percy: Harry... make sure you win.  I haven't got ten Galleons.  Yes, I'm coming, Penny!

And he bustled off to join her in apiece of toast.

Malfoy: Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?

Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

Harry: Yeah, reckon so.

Malfoy: Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?  Shame it doesn't come with a parachute, in case you get too near a dementor.