Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Back to the Burrow

By noon, Harry's school trunk was packed with his school things and all his most prized possessions, such as the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, and the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley last year.  He had emptied his hiding place under his loose floorboard of all his wizard food, double checked every nook and cranny of his bedroom for forgotten spellbooks or quills, and taken down the chart on the wall counting down the days to September the first, on which he liked to cross off the days remaining until his return to Hogwarts.  The atmosphere inside number four, Privet Drive was extremely tense.  The imminent arrival at their house of an assortment of wizards was making the Dursleys uptight and irritable.  Uncle Vernon had looked downright alarmed when Harry informed him that the Weasleys would be arriving at one o'clock that day.

Vernon: I hope you told them to dress properly, these people.  I've seen the sort of stuff your lot wear.  They'd better have the decency to put on normal clothes, that's all.

Harry felt a slight sense of foreboding.  He had rarely seen Mr or Mrs Weasley wearing anything that the Dursleys would call "normal".  Their children might don Muggle clothing during the holidays, but Mr and Mrs Weasley usually wore long robes in varying states of shabbiness.  Harry wasn't bothered about what the neighbors would think, but he was anxious about how rude the Dursleys might be to the Weasleys if they turned up looking like their worst idea of wizards.  Uncle Vernon had put on his best suit.  To some people, this might have looked like a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew it was because Uncle Vernon wanted to look impressive and intimidating.  Dudley, on the other hand, looked somehow diminished.  This was not because his new diet was at last taking effect, but due to fright.  Dudley had emerged from his last encounter with a fully grown wizard with a curly pig's tail poking out of the seat of his trousers, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had had to pay for its removal at a private hospital in London.  It wasn't altogether surprising, therefore, that Dudley kept running his hand nervously over his backside, and walking sideways from room to room, so as not to present the same target to the enemy.  Lunch was an almost silent meal.  Aunt Petunia wasn't eating anything at all.  Her arms were folded, her lips were pursed, and she seemed to be chewing her tongue, as though biting back the furious comments she longed to throw at Harry.

Vernon: They'll be driving, of course?

Harry: Er...

He hadn't thought of that.  How were the Weasleys going to pick him up?  They didn't have a car anymore, the old Ford Anglia they had once owned was currently running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.  But Mr Weasley had borrowed a Ministry of Magic car last year.  Possibly he would do the same today?

Harry: I think so.

As if on cue, there was a loud pop and a crash from upstairs.  The Dursleys all shot to their feet as Harry fought back a grin.

YN: Yep, this is his room.  I remember from when we broke Harry out.

Ava: Where is he?  He said he'd be ready.

???: Calm down, you two.  He must be downstairs.

The Dursleys stood frozen around the table as three pairs of footsteps descended the stairs.  A moment later, the three people entered.  Harry's mind was put at ease seeing their clothes.  YN was wearing a turtleneck hoodie and sweatpants.  Ava was wearing a leather jacket.  And between them was a woman with stark white hair and bright blue eyes like YN's, wearing a sweater and jeans.

Ayako: Ah, you must be Harry's family.  My name is Ayako Gojo, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Vernon: Ah... you as well.  You'll be taking Harry then?