Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 2: Last goodbyes

"We don't have to Hermione" (Y/n) said putting his silvery metallic arm around her. He had taken the enchantment off of it after Dumbledore's funeral, it just seemed to fit better this way.

"We have to (Y/n)" Hermione said her voice shaking slightly. "It's for their own good."

(Y/n) nodded in understanding. The one good thing about his family being dead was that he didn't have to worry about Voldemort using them to get to him.

"On three?" (Y/n) suggested pulling his wand out and pointing it towards the back of Hermione's dad's head.

They stood in the hallway of Hermione's house, all of their stuff packed into (Y/n)'s arm and Hermione's purse, onto which she had placed a similar charm to the one on (Y/n)'s arm, meaning that it too was bigger on the inside.

"One... two... three" Hermione said, her voice shaking.

"Obliviate" The two of them said in unison. Hermione then pointed a shaking wand towards the various pictures on the mantle, barley able to aim her wand.

"Here" (Y/n) said softly pushing her arm down gently and waving his own wand at the pictures, causing Hermione to disappear from each of them.

"It's time 'Mione" (Y/n) said taking her hand in his own.

"I know" Hermione whispered to him, tears streaming down her face.

...

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, his Firebolt, and his rucksack, gave his unnaturally tidy bedroom one last sweeping look, and then made his ungainly way back downstairs to the hall, where he deposited cage, broomstick, and bag near the foot of the stairs.

The light was fading rapidly, the hall full of shadows in the evening light. It felt most strange to stand here in the silence and know that he was about to leave the house for the last time.

For some odd reason, nostalgia perhaps, Harry pulled open a door under the stair and ducked into the small cramped cupboard he had once called home.

There was a sudden, deafening roar from somewhere nearby. Harry straightened up with a jerk and smacked the top of his head on the low door frame. Pausing only to employ a few of Uncle Vernon's choicest swear words, he staggered back into the kitchen, clutching his head and staring out of the window into the back garden.

The darkness seemed to be rippling, the air itself quivering. Then, one by one, figures began to pop into sight as their Disillusionment Charms lifted.

Dominating the scene was Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles and sitting astride an enormous motorbike with a black sidecar attached. All around him other people were dismounting from brooms and, in one case, a skeletal, black winged horse.

Wrenching open the back door, Harry hurtled into their midst. There was a general cry of greeting as Hermione flung her arms around him, Ron clapped him on the back, and Hagrid said, "All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?"

"Definitely," said Harry, beaming around at them all. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!" He added, as a raven perched on his shoulder.

"Change of plan," growled Mad-Eye, who was holding two enormous bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden with dizzying rapidity. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

Harry led them into the house, where (Y/n) transformed back into himself, still sitting on Harry's shoulders.

"How's it Harry?" He said hopping off, causing Harry to lose his balance and topple over onto the ground.