Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Uncle Vernon Snaps

The hall light was on.  Harry stuck his wand back inside the waistband of his jeans, rang the bell, and we watched his aunt's outline grow larger and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling glass in the front door.

Petunia: Diddy!  About time too, I was getting quite... quite... Diddy, what's the matter?

Dudley swayed for a moment on the spot, his face pale green, then he opened his mouth at last and vomited all over the doormat.

Petunia: DIDDY!  Diddy, what's the matter with you?  Vernon?  VERNON!

I pulled out a bar of chocolate, holding it out to Petunia.  She looked horrified.

YN: It's just chocolate.  Please, I know you may not trust us, but it truly is the best thing for him right now.

She hesitantly took it as Harry's uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus mustache blowing left and right.  He hurried forward to help Petunia carry a weak kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick.

Petunia: He's ill, Vernon!

Vernon: What is it, son?  What's happened?  Did Mrs Polkiss give you something foreign for tea?

Petunia: Why are you all covered in dirt, darling?  Have you been lying on the ground?  Hang on, you haven't been mugged, have you, son?  Phone the police, Vernon!  Phone the police!  Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy!  What did they do to you?

In all the kerfuffle, Vernon hadn't noticed the three of us, which suited us perfectly.  We managed to slip inside just before Vernon slammed the door, and while the Dursleys made their noisy progress down the hall toward the kitchen, we moved carefully and quietly toward the stairs.

Vernon: Who did it, son?  Give us names.  We'll get them, don't worry.

Petunia: Shh!  He's trying to say something, Vernon!  What is it, Diddy?  Tell Mummy!

Harry's foot was on the bottommost stair when Dudley found his voice.

Dudley: Him.

Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, braced for the explosion.

Vernon: BOY!  COME HERE!

Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys.

YN: Suguru... go get his stuff.  We might need to make a quick getaway.

Suguru nodded, hurrying up the stairs as I followed Harry.  The clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside.  Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair.  He was still very green and clammy looking.  She passed the chocolate between her hands, as if debating whether I was telling the truth.  Vernon was standing in front of the draining board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed eyes.

Vernon: What have you done to my son?

Harry: Nothing.

Petunia: What did he do to you, Diddy?  Was it... was it you-know-what, darling?  Did he use... his thing?

YN: That sounds horrible out of context.

Everyone in the room turned to me as I leaned in the doorway.

Vernon: YOU!

YN: Harry didn't do anything.  It was-

But at that precise moment, a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window.  Narrowly missing the top of Vernon's head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harry's feet, and turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off across the garden.