Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 22: Familiar Face

"We'll move somewhere more sheltered,"

Hermione's muffled voice said, as (Y/n) slowly awoke. "I kept thinking I could hear people moving outside. I even thought I saw somebody one or twice. I'm sure I imagined it though" said Hermione, her muffled voice sounding nervous. "The snow, the dark, it plays tricks on your eyes.... but we have to wait for (Y/n) to wake up."

"How is he?" Harry's muffled voice came.

"Not... not great." Hermione said, her voice shaking as though close to tears. "After the spell you know..."

"Broke my wand." Harry said bluntly.

"Y..yes" Hermione said softly, her voice still shaking. "Well it ricocheted off of that snake... and... and..." She burst into tear suddenly.

"And it hit his leg didn't it?" Harry asked her.

"It's all my fault!" Hermione cried, sobbing harder.

"It was an accident Hermione." Harry said comfortingly. "You were trying to help."

(Y/n) slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the dark underside of the bunk above him, his leg still throbbing in pain, a large bottle, that resembled a skeleton with a skull shaped stopper, on a nearby table.

"How is he though?" Harry asked again, after Hermione's cries had softened back into sniffling.

"I..I think he'll be okay, I... I tried to repair the bones as best I could, but some of the pieces were just so small! In the end I j...just magicked them away, like Lockhart did to you." She told him.

"And now we're giving him Skelegrow." Harry finished for her.

"This is all my fault Harry, your wand his leg... What if he dies?" She cried before devolving into sobs once more.

"He'll be alright Hermione, he's strong." Harry said to her.

"You're damn right I am Potter, as strong as they come!" (Y/n) cried out to them... or at least he tried to, all he was able to manage was an unintelligible mumble of sounds.

He heard the other two scramble to their feet, and sprint back into the tent as fast as they could.

"(Y/n)!" Hermione cried, kneeling down next to his bed, and taking his hand in her own. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"M'alright." (Y/n) mumbled to her, weakly squeezing her hand.

"You sure you're alright mate?" Harry asked him gently.

"Suppose so, would've been better of if we hadn't have to fight a snake, but then again what fun would that be." He said smiling weakly.

. . .

Half an hour later, they had the tent packed, Harry was wearing the Horcrux, Hermione clutching the beaded bag and helping (Y/n) to stand up right, his leg still swollen and slightly misshapen. They pulled on the invisibility cloak, turned on the spot and Disapparated.

The usual tightness engulfed them; cause a bit of pain in the newly form bones of (Y/n)'s leg as his feet parted company with the snowy ground, then slammed hard onto what felt like frozen earth covered in leaves, sending waves of pain through his body.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, peering around at the fresh mass of trees as (Y/n) quickly sunk down to the ground, taking weight off his leg and Hermione opened the beaded bag and began tugging out the tent poles.

"The Forest of Dean," she said, "I came camping here once with my mum and dad."

Here too snow lay on the trees all around and it was bitterly cold, but they were at least protected from the wind. They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried in a jar.