Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 15: Into the Ministry

"So are we actually doing this tomorrow then?" Hermione asked the other two.

"I don't see why not" Ron said with a mouthful of treacle. "Waiting much longer won't help will it?"

"Hell yeah!" (Y/n) said excitedly. "It's not everyday you get to invade the ministry of magic!"

They all jumped up to their feet however when they heard Harry let out a scream. All three of them scrambled out into the hallway.

"Harry! HARRY!" Hermione cried, pounding on the door.

"Harry, open up!" Hermione cried.

The door unbolted suddenly and Hermione toppled inside at once, regained her balance, and looked around suspiciously.

Ron was right behind her, looking unnerved as he pointed his wand into the corners of the chilly bathroom.

(Y/n) was on Ron's other side, he had drawn his sword from his arm and was brandishing it in front of him.

"What were you doing?" asked Hermione sternly.

"What d'you think I was doing?" asked Harry.

"Masturbating" (Y/n) sadly bluntly.

"You were yelling your head off!" said Ron.

"Aggressively masturbating" (Y/n) said amending his answer.

"Oh yeah ... I must've dozed off or – "

"Harry, please don't insult our intelligence,"
said Hermione, taking deep breaths. "We know your scar hurt downstairs, and you're white as a sheet." Harry sat down on the edge of the bath.

"Fine. I've just seen Voldemort murdering a woman. By now he's probably killed her whole family. And he didn't need to. It was Cedric all over again, they were just there..."

"Harry, you aren't supposed to let this happen anymore!" Hermione cried, her voice echoing through the bathroom. "Dumbledore wanted you to use Occlumency! HE thought the connection was dangerous – Voldemort can use it, Harry! What good is it to watch him kill and torture, how can it help?"

"Because it means I know what he's doing," said Harry.

"You ever think maybe it works both ways and he knows what you're doing?" (Y/n) suggested.

"So you're not even going to try to shut him out?"

"Hermione, I can't. You know I'm lousy at Occlumency. I never got the hang of it."

"You never really tried!" she said hotly. "I don't get it, Harry – do you like having this special connection or relationship or what – whatever –"

She faltered under the look he gave her as he stood up.

"Like it?" he said quietly. "Would you like it?"

"I – no – I'm sorry, Harry. I just didn't mean–"

"I hate it, I hate the fact that he can get inside me, that I have to watch him when he's most dangerous. But I'm going to use it."

"Honestly Harry you still think you can 'use it' after what happened to Siriu-" (Y/n) started to say.

"Don't remind me (Y/n)!" Harry snapped at him.

"Dumbledore –"

"Forget Dumbledore. This is my choice, nobody else's. I want to know why he's after Gregorovitch."

"Who?"

"He's a foreign wandmaker," said Harry. "He made Krum's wand and Krum reckons he's brilliant."