Book 6: Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 54: Lighter and Letters

It wasn't that much longer before (Y/n) was released from Saint Mungo's. He went back with Hermione and her parents and spent the rest of the break with them. It was a relaxing time but it was over in the blink of an eye, and before he knew it he was back on the train to Hogwarts.

The train back was quiet, and for once (Y/n) actually enjoyed the lack of commotion. Only Hermione was in the compartment with him, as the ministry had arranged for Harry and the Weasleys to return by floo powder.

It had been a bit annoying as the ministry had insisted on sending two aurors to escort him and the Grangers to the train station, something to do with "safety" not that he felt particularly safe after having been badly poisoned. On the other hand he did feel oddly calm.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked him as she held his hand. (Y/n) opened his eyes slowly and nodded, giving her a brief smile. He had been feeling extremely weak after the events of Christmas eve.

"Just tired 'Mione" He replied quietly giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He allowed himself to nod off to sleep, the gentle bumping of train carriages lulling him into a light, yet well needed sleep.

He felt someone shaking his shoulder, and he slowly opened his eyes to see the Hogsmead station outside the window.

"Wake up (Y/N)" Hermione said in a gentle voice. (Y/N) slowly got to his feet, his entire body aching and screaming at him to sit down again. The healers said that he would be aching for a while longer, but that it should subside soon after he returned to school.

They rode back in the carriages pulled by Therstals back to the castle gates where they were thoroughly searched by Flich. After climbing back into up to the Gryffindor common room he wished Hermione goodnight, kissing her gentle, and heading up to the dorms.

Harry and Ron weren't back yet, as there was still about a week left till classes started. He practically threw himself into his bed and closed his eyes...

Yet sleep eluded him. It had been such a hectic break. In the end he hadn't even gotten to spend as much time with Hermione as he wanted. He sighed and instead got up out of his bed, slowly as his body was still screaming at his every movement.

He slowly made his way towards his chest, the room dimly lit by the silvery moonlight that creeped in through the slightly ajar window, causing the drapes to sway ominously in the wind . His chest sprung open when he got near causing him a small smile to creep onto his face.

The good thing about being cooped up in Saint Mungo's was that he had been able to practice wandless magic... a lot, there wasn't exactly much else to do. It had started off small, levitating a fork here or there, lighting a candle across the room, and eventually, as he got stronger and stronger, forks that had been transfigured into balls in the air.

He bent down low, despite the creaking of his back, and reached into his chest. While at Saint Mungo's he had received an owl, in fact it had arrived the same day he had, within the hour he had been told.

He sat back down onto his bed and unrolled the scroll for what felt like hundredth time.

(Y/N)

I know things must be confusing now but you need to trust me, you are in danger. Luckily I was able to save you this time, but next time I might not be there. Not that you can't look after yourself, but you know sometimes you can just get outnumbered, trust me I've that happen to you.

Anyway look I don't have much time and neither do you, there's someone close to you, someone who is not as they seem. Be Warry, Constant Vigilance, as my dad used to say. I've enclosed something in here that should help you protect yourself, it was a give from my dad before... well anyway stay safe (Y/N), we all need you.

Hermes

He had been warry to open the gift, given that he didn't exactly know who this Hermes was, but for some reason he felt as if he knew them completely. He slowly opened the package, while he did trust this mysterious person he wasn't read to open a potentially dangerous package in front of Hermione and her family, at least this way he was around people that could help if something went bad.

He winced slightly as something small fell out of the package and onto the bed, making a dull thumbing sound. He opened his eyes, not having realized he closed his eyes. In front of him sat and ornate looking lighter. He picked it up gingerly in his left hand, noticing that it felt heavier than it should have.

He held it at arms length and took a couple of deep breaths before flicking it on. at first nothing happened, then suddenly a small flame flickered into life. He studied the flame, as while it looked normal it seemed to almost move along with him.

He slowly moved his right hand to the left, and watched as the flame followed his hand. He looked at it amazed and continued to play with it for a while, moving his hand this way and that, watching the flame follow his movements. Suddenly he reach out his hand and grasped the fire in his hand, curling his fingers around it and then pulling his fist away.

He felt something warm to jump around within his fist, he focused on the flame inside of it, and felt as it seemed to grow hotter and larger in his hand, until he threw the newly formed fireball out and towards the window, missing it by inches, and lighting the drapes on fire.

"Oh shit, not again!" (Y/N) muttered to himself quickly leaping off his bed, despite his body angrily cursing him. "McGonagall's going to kill me"

He ran over to it, summoning his wand to his hand from across the room, and attempted to put out the fire with a jet of water from the tip of his wand. After a second or two of a constant barrage to water however the drapes were still on fire.

"What the hell is this?" (Y/N) muttered nervously trying to put the fire out. Eventually after a while he realized that the drapes themselves weren't actually burning. He tried one last ditch effort to put out the fire, by attempting to grab it in his fist once more, which to his surprise work.

"Ok well now what?" He thought to himself, standing in the once dimly lit room, bathed in a faint yellowish glow from the fire in his hands. He re-clicked the lighter in his other hand and the fire seemed to magically be sucked back into the lighter.

Thankfully the other boys in the room had slept through the entire fiasco. He walked back over to his bed, placing his wand back on his nightstand, getting back into bed, all the while turning the lighter over and over in his hands.

"I'll have to play around with this thing" (Y/N) thought to himself. "It seems to react to my thoughts, or feelings maybe?"

He found himself thinking about the lighter and its creator, along with Hermes and who she was, and how in the world did she know him, and before long he had fallen into the comforting embrace of slumber.

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