Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The Dark Mark

YN: We need to leave, right now.

Harry: What's the matter?

YN: That's the Dark Mark, Harry!  Voldemort's sign!

Hermione: Harry, come on!

We turned, but before we had even taken a few hurried steps, a series of popping noises announced the arrival of twenty wizards, appearing from thin air, surrounding us.  I whirled around, and in an instant, I registered one fact.  Each of these wizards had their wand out, and every wand was pointing right at us.

Harry: DUCK!

He seized Ron and Hermione and pulled them down onto the ground.  I wrapped my arms around Ava, spreading my Infinity around us.

Wizards: STUPEFY!

There was a blinding series of flashes, and jets of red light erupted towards us from every direction, all of which froze inches away from us.

Arthur: Stop!  STOP!  That's my son!

The red hexes vanished.  I still held Ava in a hug as Mr Weasley strode toward us, looking terrified.

Arthur: Are you all alright?

Crouch: Out of the way, Arthur.

It was Mr. Crouch.  He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on us.  Harry, Ron, and Hermione got to their feet to face them.  Mr Crouch's face was taut with rage.

Crouch: Which of you did it?  Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?

Harry: We didn't do that!

Ron: We didn't do anything!  What did you want to attack us for?

Crouch: Do not lie, sir!

His wand was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping.  He looked slightly insane.

Crouch: You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!

Witch: Barty, they're kids.  They'd never have been able to-

Arthur: Where did the Mark come from, you three?

YN: Over there, in the trees.  They said an incantation, but I don't know who it was.

Crouch: Oh, stood over there, did they?

He turned his popping eyes on me now, disbelief etched all over his face.

Crouch: Said an incantation, did they?  You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, boy-

YN: That's because I just watched it.  And my parents, Ayako Gojo and Adam Lupin, taught me how to know dark magic when I see it.

Mr Crouch faltered at that.  None of the Ministry wizards apart from him seemed to think it remotely likely that one of us had conjured the Dark Mark.  On the contrary, at my words, they had all raised their wands again and were pointing in the direction I had indicated, squinting through the dark trees.

Witch: We're too late.  They'll have Disapparated.

Amos: I don't think so.

It was Amos Diggory, Cedric's father.

Amos: Our Stunners went right through those trees.  There's a good chance we got them.

Arthur: Amos, be careful!

Mr Diggory squared his shoulders, raised his wand, marched across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness.  A few seconds later, we heard Mr Diggory shout.

Amos: Yes!  We got them!  There's someone here!  Unconscious!  It's... but... blimey...

Crouch: You've got someone?  Who?  Who is it?