Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 37: Bank Attack

(Y/n) ran through the street, as the death eaters chased after him, sending curse after curse towards him.

He dived out of the way of an incoming spell, pointing his wand blindly behind him thinking "Imperio." He once more felt the connection between his brain and his wand, as he commanded his new puppet to stall the death eaters.

He used the ensuing chaos to sneak back towards Gringotts, making it back just in time to see Bellatrix disappeared into the bank.

There were two wizards standing guard at the entrance, sensory probes in hand. (Y/n) quickly made his way towards them, hiding in the shadows of the street, quickly sending a stunner towards each of them.

Before they hit the ground (Y/n) had slipped into the bank, sticking towards the sides of the great room, where the shadows were the thickest.

(Y/n) skulked through the shadows, moving toward the long counter that was manned by goblins sitting on high stools serving the first customers of the day.

Bellatrix, her friend, and Travers headed toward an old goblin who was examining a thick gold coin through an eyeglass. (Y/n) watched carefully as Travers took a step forward towards the goblin.

The goblin tossed the coin he was holding aside, said to nobody in particular,
"Leprechaun," and then greeted Travers, who passed over a tiny golden key, which was examined and given back to him.

Bellatrix then stepped forward. "Madam Lestrange!" said the goblin, evidently startled. "Dear me!" How-- how may I help you today?"

"I wish to enter my vault," said Bellatrix, (Y/n) could hear the air of superiority in her voice.

The old goblin seemed to recoil a little, while Travers hung back, watching, but several other goblins had looked up from their work to stare at Bellatrix, and the few people who had come to do business there, their hoods pulled over their faces were watching as well.

"You have . . . identification?" asked the goblin.

"Identification? I--I have never been asked for identification before!" said Bellatrix, angrily. (Y/n) could feel his anger rising.

"Your wand will do, madam," said the goblin. He held out a slightly trembling hand.

The goblin took Bellatrix's wand, examined it closely, and then said, "Ah, you have had a new wand made, Madam Lestrange!"

"What?" said Bellatrix, her tone of voice taking (Y/n) by surprise, "No, no, that's mine--"

"A new wand?" said Travers, approaching the counter again; still the goblins all around were watching. "But how could you have done, which wandmaker did you use?"

(Y/n) pointed his wand at Travers, thinking "Imperious." For the third time that day he felt something in his brain flow through his wand. Only moments later he felt as though someone was in his head... no not his head, Travers head.

(Y/n) cried at this voice, commanded them to get out of Traver's head, before he commanded him to take Bellatrix's wand, and to his surprise it was Bellatrix's wand. (Y/n) thought Harry had taken that at Malfoy manner.

"Oh yes, I see," said Travers, looking down at Bellatrix's wand under the commands of (Y/n), "yes, very handsome. and is it working well? I always think wands require a little breaking in, don't you?" (Y/n) knew something was wrong here, and he was going to get to the end of this.

Bellatrix looked utterly bewildered, a very un-Bellatrix like look. The old goblin behind the counter, who was staring off into the distance at nothing, clapped his hands and a younger goblin approached.