Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 4: Death of Mad-eye

"I've got to go," said Harry suddenly causing the others stare at him.

"Don't be silly, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, "What are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here."
He rubbed his forehead, (Y/n) assumed his scar was hurting once more.
"You're all in danger while I'm here. I don't want –"

"But don't be so silly!" said Mrs. Weasley. "The whole point of tonight was to get you here safely, and thank goodness it worked. And Fleur's agreed to get married here rather than in France, we've arranged everything so that we can all stay together and look after you –"

"If Voldemort finds out I'm here –" Harry started to argue.

"But why should he?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"There are a dozen places you might be now, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "He's got no way of knowing which safe house you're in."

"It's not me I'm worried for!" said Harry.

"We know that," said Mr. Weasley quietly, but it would make our efforts tonight seem rather pointless if you left."

"Yer not goin' anywhere," growled Hagrid.

"Yeah, what about my bleeding ear?" said George, hoisting himself up on
his cushions.

"I know that –"

"Mad-Eye wouldn't want – "

"I KNOW!" Harry bellowed, causing everyone to go silent.

"Look mate we know you don't want us to be in danger, but that times long gone" (Y/n) said sitting up on the sofa, the colour having returned to his face a bit. "We're all targets for Voldemort one way of another."

There was a moment of silence again before Mrs. Weasley broke it.

"Where's Hedwig, Harry?" she said coaxingly. "We can put her up with Pidwidgeon and give her something to eat."

(Y/n) saw that Harry looked as though he were on the verge of tears, and realized with a sickening understanding that it wasn't a fake Hedwig that'd been hit with the killing curse.

"Wait till it gets out yeh did it again, Harry," said Hagrid. "Escaped him, fought him off when he was right on top of yeh!"

"It wasn't me," said Harry flatly. "It was my wand. My wand acted of its own accord."

After a few moments, Hermione said gently, "But that's impossible, Harry. You mean that you did magic without meaning to; you reacted instinctively."

"No," said Harry. "The bike was falling, I couldn't have told you where Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand and found him and shot a spell at him, and it wasn't even a spell I recognized. I've never made gold flames appear before."

"Well you know kids do it all the time I mean you blew up your aunt once didn't you" (Y/n) suggested. "It's probably the same as that."

"It wasn't like that," said Harry through gritted teeth.

Harry suddenly mutter something about fresh air, as he got up his fists clenched.

"Is he alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked tentatively.

"He's probably just shaken by all of this. We can go check on him" (Y/n) said getting to his feet slowly, and leaning on Hermione for support. "Oh and sorry for bleeding all over your sofa. And floor. And garden"

Hermione, (Y/n) and Ron slowly made their way outside of the house, and stood next to Harry, calling his name gently.

"Harry, come back in the house," Hermione whispered, "You aren't still thinking of leaving?"