Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The World Cup

The spectators screamed and clapped.  Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket.  The huge blackboard opposite us was wiped clear of its last message, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans - A Risk with Every Mouthful!", and now showed "BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0".

Bagman: And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

Arthur: I wonder what they've brought.  Ah!

He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes.

Arthur: Veela!

Harry: What are veel-

A hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field, and Harry's question was answered for him.  Veela were women... beautiful women.  The veela had started to dance, and from the looks of it, Ron's and Harry's minds had gone completely and blissfully blank.  Ava turned to me.

Ava: Why aren't you drooling like those two morons?

YN: Maybe it's because of my eyes.  Or maybe it's because I've already met the most beautiful girl in the world.

I kissed her on the cheek and she grinned, her face turning bright red.  The veela stopped singing soon after.  I lunged out to grab Harry's arm.

Hermione: Harry, what are you doing?

Harry blinked, as though he'd just snapped out of a trance.  He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box.  Next to him, Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard.  Angry yells were filling the stadium.  The crowd didn't want the veela to go.  Ron was absent mindedly shredding the shamrocks on his hat.  Mr Weasley, smiling slightly, leaned over to Ron and tugged the hat out of his hands.

Arthur: You'll be wanting that once Ireland have had their say.

Ron: Huh?

He was still staring openmouthed at the veela, who had now lined up along one side of the field.  Hermione made a loud tutting noise.  I sighed and pulled Harry back into his seat.

YN: Get a hold of yourself, man.

Hermione: Honestly!

Bagman: And now, kindly put your wands in the air... for the Irish National Team Mascots!

Next moment, what seemed to be a great green and gold comet came zooming into the stadium.  It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goalposts.  A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light.  The crowd cheered.  Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged. They had formed a huge shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands.  Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it.

Ron: Excellent!

The shamrock soared over us, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off our heads and seats.  Staring up at the shamrock, I realized that it was actually comprised of thousands of tiny little bearded men with red vests, each carrying a minute lamp of gold or green.

YN: Leprechauns!

Ron: There you go!

He stuffed a fistful of gold coins into Harry's hand.

Ron: For the Omnioculars!  Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!

YN: Ron, it's leprechaun gold.  It'll vanish in a few hours.