Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Harry and I Become Philanthropists

My trunk was packed.  Riko was back in her cage on top of it.  My friends and I were waiting in the crowded entrance hall with the rest of the fourth years for the carriages that would take them back to Hogsmeade station.  It was another beautiful summer's day.

Fleur: YN!

I turned.  Fleur Delacour was hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.  Beyond her, far across the grounds, I could see Hagrid helping Madame Maxime to back two of the giant horses into their harness.  The Beauxbatons carriage was about to take off.

Fleur: We will see each uzzer zis summer, I 'ope?  You as well, Ava?

YN: That's our plan.

Ava: I've always wanted to go to France!

Fleur grinned.

Fleur: After zat, I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish.

Ron: It's very good already.

Suguru and I both snorted.  Hermione looked annoyed.

Fleur: Good bye, YN.  And 'Arry, it 'az been a pleasure meeting you!

We watched Fleur hurry back across the lawns to Madame Maxime, her silvery hair rippling in the sunlight.

Ron: Wonder how the Durmstrang students are getting back.  D'you reckon they can steer that ship without Karkaroff?

Karkaroff had vanished the night Voldemort had returned.  He'd most likely gone scurrying back to him, and had not returned for his students.

Krum: Karkaroff did not steer.  He stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork.

Krum had come to say good bye to Hermione.

Krum: Could I have a vord?

Hermione: Oh, yes, all right.

She looked slightly flustered and followed Krum through the crowd and out of sight.

Ron: You'd better hurry up!  The carriages'll be here in a minute!

He let us keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to.  They returned quite soon.  Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive.

Krum: It was an honor competing vith you, Potter, Gojo.  Diggory as vell.

Suguru: Have you got a new headmaster yet?

Krum shrugged.  He held out his hand as Fleur had done, shook Harry's hand, mine, Suguru's, and then Ron's.  Ron looked as though he was suffering some sort of painful internal struggle.  Krum had already started walking away when Ron called out.

Ron: Can I have your autograph?

Suguru, Ava, and I burst out laughing as Krum, looking surprised but gratified, signed a fragment of parchment for Ron.  The weather could not have been more different on the journey back to King's Cross than it had been on our way to Hogwarts the previous September.  There wasn't a single cloud in the sky.  We had managed to get a compartment to ourselves.  Pigwidgeon was once again hidden under Ron's dress robes to stop him from hooting continually.  Hedwig and Riko were both asleep, and Crookshanks was curled up in a spare seat like a large, furry ginger cushion.  My friends and I talked more fully and freely than we had all week as the train sped us southward.  It felt less painful to discuss what had happened now.  We broke off our conversation about what action Dumbledore might be taking, even now, to stop Voldemort only when the lunch trolley arrived.  When Hermione returned from the trolley and put her money back into her schoolbag, she dislodged a copy of the Daily Prophet that she had been carrying in there.  Harry and I looked at it, unsure whether I really wanted to know what it might say, but Hermione, seeing Harry and I looking at it, smiled.