Book 6: Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 51: In the Field

(Y/n) felt a burning sensation all across his body as he passed through the fire. He landed on the hard dirt and rolled in an attempt to put the fire out.

He quickly conjured water from the tip of his wand, to quench the flames that had spread to his clothes and jumper that were now licking at his hands and face.

"Goddamnit Harry where the hell did you get to" he muttered, lighting up the tip of his wand and slowly making his way through the tall grass.

Suddenly he heard the cool shrill voice of Bellatrix ring out repeatedly through the field. "I killed Sirius Black!"

(Y/n) that Harry would easily fall for that trap and followed the voice trying to get to either Harry or Bellatrix, before the latter found the former.

He walked alone following the catcalls of Bellatrix, with only the dim ball of light emanating from the top of his wand to guide his way through the impressing blackness of the night.

The song of Bellatrix's proclamations were the only thing he heard until they fell silent.

He hoped that Harry had been able to get away, but was afraid that the worse had happened.

He kept on slowly walking along for a while, checking around him and behind him for any sign of light.

It took a while to notice but he soon realized he could no longer hear the wind blowing, or the crackling of the Burrow burning. He found he truly was in complete silence.

He stopped as he came up to a large clearing, checking behind him and finding he could no longer see the blaze that has been exuding from the blaze that had started to consume the Burrow.

He was enveloped on all sides by a thick cage of darkness.

He felt nothing but the wand clutched tightly in his hand, and the cool sense of fear clawing at his stomach.

Suddenly he felt something by his shoulder. He quickly spun around, his wand held high only to find he was still alone. Expect he no longer felt alone. He felt as though he had never been alone.

He heard faint whispers to the left of him to quiet to make out the words of, and then to the same whispers to his right. Slowly they began to circle around him, a shark in the sea of darkness that pressed in on all sides of him.

"Show yourself" (Y/n) said in a strong voice that seemed to dampen and disappear into the oppressive shadows all although him. He was able to keep the cold fear that was rising up into his throat out of his voice.

The whispers devolved into laughter as they began to circle faster, growing louder in volume until the were all around him, laughing and whispering.

He kept turning trying to keep the voices in front of him, before he was suddenly face to face with a tall hooded man.

"Incendio!" (Y/n) shouted his voice breaking as fear finally got hold of him.

The man was easily able to deflect the spell with his hand. He, at least (Y/n) assumed it was a he, was wearing long black feathered robes, that descended to the ground, as the blanket of night descends over the day. His hood was pulled up over his head, and low into his face so that it covered his eyes and shadowed his face.

He could feel the cold emanating from underneath the robes, and for some unknown reason dreaded whatever secret was being held underneath them.

His hands where pale and skeletal, as they clutched a long and ancient, pale-yellow scepter, ending in an ornate figure head of three dog heads, not unlike Fluffy, onto which he leaned against.

"So you are (Y/n) (L/n) then?" The man said, his face hidden by the shadow being cast from his hood. "Son of Elizabeth Gaunt? Who was daughter of Sara Hazel? Descendant of the last brother?" The man asked a cold, robotic voice. A voice sounding of decay.

"(Y/n) (L/n) of house raven? Bearer of the curse of Persephone?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" (Y/n) asked his voice faltering again. For some reason this man carried with him some an aura of fear; a terrifying presence that seemed to gnaw and grab hold of (Y/n).

"Watch the time" the man said in his monotone emotionless voice. The breath let out with each word was stone cold and reeked of death and decay.

"What the hell are you?" (Y/n) asked him, his wand shaking in his hand. He didn't know what was coming over him but he couldn't get a hold of his fear.

His words were met with silence. He heard the caws of a murder of crows break the silence as they amassed over head, with one breaking away from the others and landing on the strange man's shoulder.

The man stuck his hand into an inner pocket of his robes, withdrawing it was a pomegranate now clutched in his skeletal pale white hand. He took a singular bite out of it before discarding the now rotting remains of it onto the floor.

He held out a close fist towards (Y/n) and dropped a singular pomegranate seed onto the ground in front of him, and (Y/n) watched as it rotted and disintegrated before it had landed onto the ground.

"(Y/n) (L/n) of house raven, son of Elizabeth Gaunt, bearer of the Curse of Persephone. Watch your back, darkness amasses from all around. A dark storm is incoming. Watch your enemies. Watch your friends, for you may find death follows where you go."

"Wait tell me what are you?" (Y/n) called out loudly to him, despite being close enough to feel the freezing breath he expelled with every word cutting into his face.

Suddenly the crow from atop his shoulder took flight, heading straight for (Y/n)'s face who used his hand to cover his face, loosing eye contact momentarily with the man.

When he looked back  a second later the man, and the crows were gone. The only thing left was a ring of dead grass where the man had been standing.

(Y/n) stood rooted in the spot, shaking uncontrollably, his heart pounding in his throat as attempted to catch his breath.

He could once more hear the wind rustling as it blew through the tall grass, the faint crackling of burning wood from far off, and the crack of a twig breaking in the distance.

He didn't get much time as soon to process, or even to come to his senses as figures appeared from the tall grass around him.

"Gotcha you little bugger" a rough voice called to him and before (Y/n) could react a man had roughly grabbed him.

Before he knew it he felt his body jerk upwards, and he felt as thought his entire body was spinning, whirling through the void, as it started to closed in on him, squeezing tighter and tighter, before it spat him out and he felt the hard concrete of a road against his cheek, and heard the faint clatter of some small wooden hitting the ground.