Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 18: Wearing the Locket

Harry's scream came from outside to tent, waking the three of them up.

"Harry!" The all said in unison. Hermione and (Y/n) got to their feet, Hermione pulling out her wand as (Y/n) pushed Ron down into the bed.

"Wait here mate." (Y/n) said as he followed Hermione quickly out of the tent.

"Harry!" Hermione cried as they saw him sprawled out on the ground.

Harry opened his eyes, panting, a hand on his scar. Harry looked up at Hermione and (Y/n).

"Dream," he said, sitting up quickly and attempting to meet Hermione's glower with a look of innocence. "Must've dozed off, sorry."

"Dozed off! Fat lot of good you're doing watching over us!" (Y/n) told him pulling him to his feet.

"We know it was your scar! I can tell by the look on your face! You were looking into Vol –"

"Don't say his name!" came Ron's angry voice from the depths of the tent.

"Fine," retorted Hermione, "You-Know-Who's mind, then!"

"I didn't mean it to happen!" Harry said. "It was a dream! Can you control what you dream about, Hermione?"

"I have before" (Y/n) piped up. "I was in the black lake, and I was in a boxing match with the giant squid. So we had just entered into the fifth round and I thought to myself I don't want to here I'd rather be with Hermione, and suddenly the lake turned into a bedroom and- well you get the point." (Y/n) stopping himself before he revealed too much.

"If you just learned to apply Occlumency –"

Harry ignored her though  "He's found Gregorovitch, and I think he's killed him, but before he killed him he read Gregorovitch's mind and I saw –"

"I think I'd better take over the watch if you're so tired you're falling sleep," said Hermione coldly.

"I can finish the watch!"

"No, you're obviously exhausted. Go and lie down."

"I can stay with you if you want" (Y/n) told to Hermione, but she shook her head.

"No no get some sleep (Y/n) we'll need as much as we can get." (Y/n) nodded and made to go back into the tent, but instead turned back, bending by over and kissing Hermione.

She dropped down in the mouth of the tent, glaring at Harry. (Y/n) followed Harry into the tent to find  Ron's still-pale face was poking out from the lower bunk; Harry climbed into the one above him, lay down, while (Y/n) sat down into one of the arm chairs.

After several moments, Ron spoke in a voice so low that it would not carry to Hermione, huddle in the entrance. "What's You-Know-Who doing?"

Harry screwed up his eyes as though he was trying to remember a distant memory, then he whispered into the darkness.

"He found Gregorovitch. He had him tied up, he was torturing him."

"How's Gregorovitch supposed to make him a new wand if he's tied up?"

"I dunno. . . . It's weird, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's not a new wand." (Y/n) suggested in a whisper. "Maybe it's just new to you know who."

"He wanted something from Gregorovitch," Harry said, eyes still closed tight. "He asked him to hand it over, but Gregorovitch said it had been stolen from him . . . and then . . . then . . .He read Gregorovitch's mind, and I saw this young bloke perched on a windowsill, and he fired a curse at Gregorovitch and jumped out of sight. He stole it, he stole whatever You-Know-Who's after. And I . . . I think I've seen him somewhere. . . ."