Book 6: Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 73: A Fall and Two Deaths

Harry finally realized he could move again, and chased Snape and Malfoy, as terror tore at his heart. . . . He had to get to Dumbledore and to (Y/n) and he had to catch Snape. . . . Somehow the two things were linked. . . . He could reverse what had happened if he had them both together. . . . Dumbledore could not have died. . . .

He leapt the last ten steps of the spiral staircase and stopped where he landed, his wand raised: The dimly lit corridor was full of dust; half the ceiling seemed to have fallen in; and a battle was raging before him, but even as he attempted to make out who was fighting whom, he heard the hated voice shout, "It's over, time to go!" and saw Snape disappearing around the corner at the far end of the corridor; he and Malfoy seemed to have forced their way through the fight unscathed.

As Harry plunged after them, one of the fighters detached themselves from the fray and flew at him: It was the werewolf, Fenrir. He was on top of Harry before Harry could raise his wand: Harry fell backward, with filthy matted hair in his face, the stench of sweat and blood filling his nose and mouth, hot greedy breath at his throat —

"Petrificus Totalus!" Someone called out, and Harry felt Fenrir collapse onto him. He struggled and finally was able to push the limp body off of him, in time to see Ginny locked in combat with the lumpy death eater Amycus.

"Impedimenta!" yelled Harry, his spell hitting Amycus squarely in the chest.

...

"Wake up (Y/n) wake up" his mum called to him.

"Just five more minutes" (Y/n) groaned, his body ached as if he had just fallen from the tallest tower.

"Wait I did just fall from the tallest tower" (Y/n) muttered to himself, slowly opening his eyes.

He looked up, despite the pain that was traveling through his body. He looked up and saw the face of his mum starting down at him.

"Am I dead?" He asked his mum... except it wasn't quite his mum, she looked different, younger her eyes a different colour.

"Hopefully not, as long as I did my job right." The woman said.

"Who are you?" (Y/n) asked her.

"It's me d- (Y/n)" the woman said as if stopping herself momentarily. "Hermes"

"Hermes?" (Y/n) repeated, his body aching. "You're real?"

Hermes slapped him across the face. "Is that real for you?"

(Y/n) put a hand up to his face gently, feeling the red hot spot on his face where he hand had come into contact with his skin.

"Look I don't have time to explain" Hermes said, pulling out a very familiar looking pocket watch.

"Wait a second that's my watch.. er well my mum's watch... how'd you get that?" (Y/n) asked her.

"That's not important right now" Hermes said, helping (Y/n) to his feet despite the pain in his body. "Where'd the lighter I gave you go?"

"It flew out of my pocket somewhere" (Y/n) said, as he vaguely remembered something silver flying out of his pocket as he fell.

"Nevermind that you haven't actually gotten it yet" Hermes muttered to him not making any sense.

"Who are you anyway?" (Y/n) asked her, as they slowly made their way towards the entrance of the castle.

"Now's not the best time for that" Hermes told him.

"Where's you come from?" (Y/n) asked receiving only silence in response. "How do you know me?" Silence. "Well can you tell me anything?"

"Look you just need to trust me (Y/n)" Hermes told him. "Nothing I could say would make any sense and I don't have enough time to explain tight now."