Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Ickle Ronnie the Prefect

Ron: I knew it!  You always get away with stuff!

Ava: They were bound to clear you!

Hermione: There was no case against you, none at all...

Harry: Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they all knew I'd get off.

Mrs Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went "He got off, he got off, he got off".

Arthur: That's enough, settle down!  Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry-

Sirius: What?

Fred / George / Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off-

Arthur: Be quiet, you three!  Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine.

YN: Then they went up to Fudge's office together.  Dumbledore needs to know.

Siriuus: Absolutely.  We'll tell him, don't worry.

Arthur: Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me.  Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner-

Fred / George / Ginny: He got off, he got off, he got off-

Molly: That's enough, Fred, George,Ginny!  Harry, YN, Suguru, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast.

Suguru, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves down opposite Harry, and Ava and I sat down next to him.  We were all looking happier than we had since Harry had first arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.  The gloomy house seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a sudden.  Even Kreacher looked less ugly as he poked his snout-like nose into the kitchen to investigate the source of all the noise.

Ron: 'Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you.

Harry: Yeah, he, Suguru, and YN swung it for me-

He suddenly clapped his hand to his forehead.

YN: What's up?

Harry: Scar.  But it's nothing, it happens all the time now...

None of the others had noticed a thing.  They were now helping themselves to food while gloating over Harry's narrow escape.  Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing.

Ron: I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening to celebrate with us, you know.

Molly: I don't think he'll be able to, Ron.  He's really very busy at the moment.

Fred / George / Ginny: HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF-

Molly: SHUT UP!

Over the next few days there was one person within number twelve, Grimmauld Place, who did not seem wholly overjoyed that Harry would be returning to Hogwarts.  Sirius had put up a very good show of happiness on first hearing the news, wringing Harry's hand and beaming just like the rest of us.  Soon, however, he was moodier and surlier than before, talking less to everybody, even Harry, and spending increasing amounts of time shut up in his mother's room with Buckbeak.  While we were cleaning out a moldy cupboard, the topic finally came up.

Hermione: Don't you go feeling guilty!  You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it.  Personally, I think he's being selfish.

Ava: That's a bit harsh, Hermione.  You wouldn't want to be stuck inside this house without company, would you?

Hermione: He'll have company!  It's headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, isn't it?  He just got his hopes up that Harry would be coming to live here with him.