Book 6: Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 52: Night Fights

"Get up" the rough voice said.

(Y/n) opened his eyes and saw that he was laying on the hard concrete of a muggle street. He pushed himself to a sitting position and saw that a death eater was standing over him with his wand pointed in between his eyes.

"No funny business alright" the man said to him, his voice slightly muffled by the familiar mask that identified him as a death eater. (Y/n) acted quickly and grabbed onto the wand and disarmed the death eater, taking him off guard, and knocking him to the ground.

"This will make another fine addition to my collection" (Y/n) told the death eater before stunning him.

"Now where the hell am I?" He said to himself looking around. He appeared to still be in England but he couldn't know for sure.

He didn't get long to explore, as as soon as he had picked up his own wand, the silent night was filled with the pooping sound of apparition. Dark robbed figures appeared around him, popping out of thin air.

"Expelliarmus" one of the death eaters cried, a red jet of light shooting towards (Y/n), how was easily able to deflect the spell and with the power of having cast the charm with two wands at once send it rocketing back towards the caster, throwing him backwards off his feet.

Soon the night air was filled with shouts of various incarnations, as the shadowy sky was filled with flashes of various colours as spell danced against the dark canvas of the night.

Spells shot past (Y/n) left and right as he dodged the myriad spells being cast towards him. He ducked and narrowly avoided a silvery jet of light, which flew over his head and collided with the pavement near him leaving a large crater.

"Careful! The dark lord wants him alive!" Another death eater shouted to the other half dozen that had surrounded (Y/n).

He took this opportunity to cast a stunner out of each of the wands in his hands, taking out two death eaters on opposite sides of him, before the onslaught of spells returned, forcing him to take up a defensive stance.

Soon however the constant barrage of spells tired (Y/n) out and he began to make more and more sloppy mistakes. A spell missed here and there. Another barely grazing past him, leaving a large gash in his right shoulder.

He fell to the ground to dodge a red jet of light, wildly sending a jinx over his shoulder, pausing only momentarily to relish in the shout signifying that his spell had hit his mark.

(Y/n) kept on fighting a losing battle, with every death eater he took out being replaced by another two, appearing out of the air.

He knew he couldn't last much longer in this state, his mind racing to find a way out of this. He deflected another spell, refracting the spell back towards another death eater and stunning another, before attempting to break the ranks of the seemingly endless, dark robes masked lunatics surrounding him.

He deflected a couple more spells, and had almost broken through the circle when he was hit in the back by what felt like a rampaging drunk addicted rhinoceros. He was lifted off his feet and thrown six feet landing hard on the pavement, with a cracking sound.

The wand he'd taken from the death eater had snapped under him.

The other death eaters approached him with their wands raised, and (Y/n) finally had to admit that this might be the end of his story.

In one last ditch attempt he shoved the remains of the broken wand into the eye hole of a nearby death eater, which caused the wand to shoot out sparks in various directions.

The death eater let out a sickening scream of agony attempting to pull the wand remains from out of his eye.

(Y/n) took the distraction as an opportunity to make his escape, but as he got to his feet his leg gave way underneath him. He let out a scream to rival the death eater's as he felt as though his bone was about to pierce through the thin boundary of skin that separated the nights chilling air from the delicate machinery that was his insides.