Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Riot

Arthur: Don't tell your mother you've been gambling.

Fred: Don't worry, Dad, we've got big plans for this money.  We don't want it confiscated.

Mr Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know.  We were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to the campsites.  As we retraced our steps along the lantern-lit path, leprechauns kept shooting over our heads, cackling and waving their lanterns.  When we finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around us, Mr Weasley agreed that we could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in.  We were soon arguing enjoyably about the match.  Mr Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ava fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed.  I carried Ava, who was still sleeping, into the next tent with Hermione and Ginny, who wheeled on me as soon as we'd gotten inside.

Hermione: Spill it!  How long have you two been a couple?

Ginny's eyes widened and she grinned.

Ginny: I KNEW IT!

YN: Be a little louder, why don't you.  We don't want the others knowing yet.

Hermione: But when did it happen?

YN: The night we... the night Sirius disappeared.

Hermione: But we were together all day!

YN: Not when Ava went to wait for me at the castle doors.

Hermione squealed in delight.  I sighed, smiling, before laying Ava down in bed.  She mumbled a bit in her sleep.

YN: What's that?

Ava: Mm... I love you... YN...

My face turned bright red.  I could practically feel Hermione and Ginny grinning behind me.

YN: I love you too, Ava.

I kissed her on the head and turned to leave.

Ginny: That is just precious.

YN: Yeah, yeah.  Remember, please don't tell anyone.

They both agreed and I went back to the other tent.  I crawled into my sleeping bag, and fell asleep instantly.

Arthur: Get up!  Ron, Harry, YN!  Come on now, get up, this is urgent!

I sat up quickly, looking around.

Harry: Wassa matter?

I could tell that something was wrong.  The noises in the campsite had changed.  The singing had stopped.  I could hear screams, and the sound of people running.  I reached for my clothes, but Mr Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pajamas, shook his head.

Arthur: No time.  Grab your jackets and get outside, quickly!

I pulled on my hoodie and hurried out of the tent, Harry and Ron right behind me.  By the light of the few fires that were still burning, I could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward us, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire.  Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward us.  Then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene.  A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field.  Their heads were hooded and their faces masked.  High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes.  It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air.  I realized with horror what was going on.  Those were Death Eaters.  More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies.  Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled.  Once or twice I saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand.  Several caught fire.  The screaming grew louder.  The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and I recognized one of them.  Mr Roberts, the campsite manager.  The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children.  One of the marchers below flipped Mrs Roberts upside down with his wand.  Her nightdress fell down and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.  Then I noticed the other two figures.  They were a lot smaller.