Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 27: Escape from the Manor

"Grab Draco." A voice called from below them. There was the sound of scurrying feet, and then lock on his door turned and Malfoy ran in white faced and pale.

"(Y/n), (Y/n) are you awake can you here me?" Draco asked him hurriedly.

"Yes..." (Y/n) said weakly his voice hoarse and barely a whisper.

"They say they've got Potter down there, what do I do (Y/n)?" Draco asked him frantically.

"Calm down Draco... please do what you did for me... claim it's not him... or at least that you don't know him." (Y/n) told him.

"Okay I think I can do that." Draco said, his face still devote of colour.

"And Draco..." (Y/n) started.

"I won't forget (Y/n)" Draco said to him with a weak smile, before running back out the door and locking it behind him.

They were a couple seconds where all (Y/n) could hear was the sound of Draco hurrying down the stairs, before he heard Lucius Malfoy's voice say avidly

"Well, Draco? Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't – I can't be sure," said Draco, (Y/n) let out a breath of relief.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!"
Said Lucius Malfoy more excited than (Y/n) had ever heard him.

"Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv –"

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr. Malfoy?" Greyback's menacingly voice said drifting up.

"Of course not, of course not!" said Lucius impatiently. "What did you do to him?" Lucius asked someone, Greyback (Y/n) assumed. "How did he get into this state?"

"That wasn't us."

"Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me," said Lucius

"Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?"

"I don't know," he said again, and (Y/n) heard footsteps once more.

"We had better be certain, Lucius," Narcissa called to her husband in her cold, clear voice.

"Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord . . . They say this is his wand but it does not resemble Ollivander's description. . . . If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing . . . Remember what he did to Rowle..."

"What about the Mudblood, then?" growled Greyback.

"Wait," said Narcissa sharply. "Yes – yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"

"I . . . maybe . . . I don't know." Draco said, his voice sounding more timid.

"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" shouted Lucius. "It's them, Potter's friends – Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name – ?"

"Yeah," said Draco again, sounding more and more afraid. "It could be."

"What is this? What's happened, Cissy?"
Bellatrix Lestrange said. "I was just about to enjoy my little plaything." (Y/n) knew she was talking about him.

"But surely," she said quietly, "this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?"

"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" cried Lucius, "And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!"

"Potter?" shrieked Bellatrix "Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!"

"I was about to call him!" said Lucius almost frantically. "I shall summon him, Bella. Potter has been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority –"