Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Screaming Eggs

When we entered the Gryffindor common room it exploded with cheers and yells again.  There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface.  Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks, and Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, half of which depicted Harry zooming around the Horntail's head on his Firebolt, and the other half showed me kicking Norberta in the face.  Then there were a few that showed Cedric on fire.  For the first time in a long time, Ron sat with us to eat.

Lee: Blimey, this is heavy.

He picked up Harry's golden egg, which he had left on a table, and weighed it in his hands.  I'd already put mine in my trunk.  I'd tried opening it in private already... it'll be fun watching the others go through the same thing.

Ava: Open it, go on!  Let's just see what's inside it!

Hermione: He's supposed to work out the clue on his own.  It's in the tournament rules...

Harry muttered so only we could hear him.

Harry: I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too...

Seamus: Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!

Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and pried it open.  It was hollow and completely empty... but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room.  The nearest thing to it I had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party, who had all been playing the musical saw.

Fred: Shut it!

Harry slammed the egg shut, and it was silent.

Suguru: What the hell was that?

Dean: Sounded like a banshee... maybe you've got to get past one of those next!

Neville: It was someone being tortured!  You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!

George: Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal.  They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions.  I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower.

I snorted.

YN: I'd rather take my chances with whatever curse I'd get bailing out, thanks.

Fred: Want a jam tart, Hermione?

Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her.  Fred grinned.

Fred: It's all right.  I haven't done anything to them.  It's the custard creams you've got to watch-

Suguru and Neville, who had each just bitten into a custard cream, both choked and spat them out.  Fred laughed.

Fred: Just my little joke, Neville.

Hermione took a jam tart.

Hermione: Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?

Fred: Yep!

He put on a high pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf.

Fred: Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!

Goerge: They're dead helpful, get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish.

Hermione: How do you get in there?

She spoke in an innocent and casual voice, but I realized her plan.

YN: Suguru, Aves... we need to run.  Now.