Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Fred and George Need Test Subjects

"GALLONS OF GALLEONS! Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings? Like to earn a little extra gold? Contact Fred and George Weasley, Gryffindor common room, for simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs (WE REGRET THAT ALL WORK IS UNDERTAKEN AT APPLICANT'S OWN RISK)". That's what the posters on the wall of the Gryffindor common room. Suguru and I were both laughing. Hermione ripped down the sign that Fred and George had pinned up over a poster giving the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend in October.

Hermione: You'll have to talk to them, Ron.

Ron looked positively alarmed.

Ron: Why?

Hermione: Because you're a prefect! It's up to you and Ava to stop this kind of thing!

Ron said nothing. I could tell from his glum expression that the prospect of stopping Fred and George doing exactly what they liked was not one that he found inviting.

YN: Hermione, I understand you wanted to be prefect, but you don't get to order the REAL prefects to do what you think is best.

Hermione: I'm not!

Ava: There's nothing wrong with the posters. If we find out Fred and George are breaking rules, we'll talk to them.

Hermione looked annoyed.

Hermione: Anyway, what's up, Harry? You look really angry about something.

We walked through the halls, passing the familiar portraits of old wizards and descending the flights of stairs we'd grown accustomed to over our years here.

Ron: Seamus reckons Harry's lying about You-Know-Who returning.

Hermione, whom I had expected to react angrily on Harry's behalf, sighed.

Hermione: Yes, Lavender thinks so too.

Harry: Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not I'm a lying, attention-seeking prat, have you?

I elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Hermione: No, I told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you, actually.

Suguru: And it would be nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, Harry, because if you haven't noticed, we're all on your side.

There was a short pause.

Harry: Sorry...

Ava: It's fine. But remember what Dumbledore said at the end-of-term feast last year?

Everyone looked at her blankly. Hermione sighed.

Hermione: About You-Know-Who. He said, "his gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust"-

Ron: How do you remember stuff like that?

Hermione: We listen, Ron.

Ron: So do I, but I still couldn't tell you exactly what-

Ava: The point is that this sort of thing is exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. You-Know-Who's only been back two months, and we've started fighting among ourselves. And the Sorting Hat's warning was the same. Stand together, be united-

Ron: And Harry said it last night. If that means we're supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance.

Hermione: Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-House unity.

We had reached the foot of the marble staircase. A line of fourth-year Ravenclaws was crossing the entrance hall. They caught sight of Harry and hurried to form a tighter group, as though frightened he might attack stragglers. I sighed.