Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The Drawing of Champions

We watched Fred, George, and Lee hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited.

Fred: Done it.  Just taken it.

Ron: What?

Fred: The Aging Potion, dung brains.

George: One drop each.  We only need to be a few months older.

Lee: We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins.

Hermione: I'm not sure this is going to work, you know.  I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this.

Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.

Fred: Ready?  C'mon, then, I'll go first.

We watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words "Fred Weasley, Hogwarts".  Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty foot drop.  Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.  For a split second I thought it had worked.  George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred... but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot putter.  They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.  The entrance hall rang with laughter.  Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.

Dumbledore: I did warn you.

Professor Dumbledore was coming out of the Great Hall.  He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes twinkling.

Dumbledore: I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey.  She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too.  Oh, Mr Gojo, your sister is there as well.  She's last in line, if you'd like to see, her mustache is quite fancy.

I grinned and Suguru took off in a sprint for the hospital wing.

On Halloween, a cloud of live bats was fluttering around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of carved pumpkins leered from every corner.  Harry led the way over to Dean and Seamus, who were discussing the Hogwarts students of seventeen or over who might be entering.

Dean: There's a rumor going around that Warrington got up early and put his name in.  That big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth.

Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington, shook his head in disgust.

Harry: We can't have a Slytherin champion!

Seamus: And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory.  But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks.

People were suddenly cheering out in the entrance hall.  We all swiveled around in our seats and saw Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed sort of way.  A tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina came over to us and sat down.

Angelina: Well, I've done it!  Just put my name in!

YN: Congrats, Angelina.

Ron: You're kidding!

Harry: Are you seventeen, then?

Suguru: Of course she is, she doesn't have a beard?

Angelina: I had my birthday last week.