The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 12

At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points thought there had been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread. (Y/n) Black, the son of a murderer. The one who had won the quickest Quidditch match ever recorded in Hogwarts. The Boy they had accepted not too long ago. He, and another stupid first year.

If he was disliked before, it was nothing compared to this. Before, he at least had Gryffindor on his side after the match against Hufflepuff, but now, everywhere (Y/n) went, people pointed and didn't bother to lower their voices as they insulted him. They tripped him in the halls, jinxed his chair, and nowadays he could never enter the Gryffindor Common room, he had to wait for someone to come out so he could enter.

Only Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Neville stood by him.

As a result, he spent more time hiding from everyone, which meant he spent more time in the one place no one would ever think about looking for him. The library. Which also meant, spending more time with Hermione, which in turn meant he did a lot more studying than what he would have done on his own.

Then, about a week before the exams were due to start, (Y/n) heard somebody whimpering in the classroom ahead of him as he and Harry made their way back from the library. As they drew closer, they heard Quirrell's voice.

"No - no - not again, please -"

It sounded as though someone was threatening him.

Hearing this had made (Y/n) and Harry realise the bigger picture, with all the drama about the dragon, and their exams, they had forgotten about the Stone. And it didn't take a genius to figure out that Snape was in the room with Quirrell.

"All right - all right." Quirrell sobbed.

Quirrell seemed to have finally given in.

(Y/n) and Harry returned to the Library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry told them what they'd heard. (Y/n) just let Harry do the talking since he seemed much more invested in it than the rest of them.

"Snape's done it then!" said Ron. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his anti-Dark force spell-"

"There's still Fluffy, though," said Hermione.

"Maybe Snape's found a way to get past him without asking Hagrid..." pondered Ron.

After a long discussion on whether they should poke their noses in or not, they eventually decided not to and went back to revising.

The next morning, notes were delivered to (Y/n), Neville, and Malfoy. They were all the same:

Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. 

Meet Filch in the Entrance Hall.

Professor McGonagall.

At eleven o'clock that night he said goodbye to his three friends and he and Neville went down to the Entrance Hall. Filch was already there, as was Malfoy.

"Follow me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside. "I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again won't you, eh? Oh yes... Hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me... It just a pity-"

"Well then, it's a good thing no one's asking you for your opinion are they?" (Y/n) spat. He was already in a bad mood, and Filch made him sick, the way he enjoyed punishing children. 

Malfoy grinned at that, much to (Y/n)'s surprise. Filch, on the other hand, was white-faced.

They marched off along the grounds, surprisingly, towards Hagrids hut.