Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 42: Return to Hogwarts

"What happened?" Tom asked, as (Y/n) felt the floor of the Leaky Cauldron beneath him.

"Death Eaters... you-know-who, he's here." (Y/n) spluttered still catching his breath.

Tom waved his wand quickly, cleaning the dried blood and dirt off of (Y/n).

"Wouldn't want to scare the little one." Tom told him, patting (Y/n) on the back as he caught his breath.

After a moment or two, once (Y/n) had calmed down Tom lead him up to the room Penelope was staying in.

"(Y/n)!" She cried, jumping off the bed and running to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"I'm alright shrimp." (Y/n) said, doing his best to keep the lifelessness out of his voice, pulling her into a tight hug, picking her up off the ground.

He couldn't get the image of Sylus out of his head, lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood, his legs missing, that look of bleak determination in his eyes.

"Where are you going to go now?" Tom asked stooped against the doorframe.

"I don't know." (Y/n) said, a tone of defeat edging its way into his voice. "I really don't know, I'm out of leads."

Tom nodded sullenly at this. "Look (Y/n), you're a good kid. Feel free to stay here for as long as you need, but if the Death Eaters come look... well it's a crup eat crup world. I hope you understand."

(Y/n) just nodded at this, he understood especially after that battle. You had to do what you had to do to stay alive.

Tom took one last look around the room, before walking out and back down the stairs. (Y/n) looked at the clock on the wall. It was still only just morning.

The battle couldn't have lasted more than an hour, even though it felt like days since he had first arrived.

He sighed, setting Penelope down into the bed. She had fallen asleep in his arms. "Poor thing." (Y/n) muttered. She must not have slept the whole time (Y/n) was gone.

He slid down on the ground, his back pressed against the wall, his head in his hands. Still the image of Sylus lying in his own blood haunted him.

He wretched his head out his hands, shuddering slightly. Treebeard hopped over to him, putting a twig comfortingly on his arm.

"Hey buddy." (Y/n) said, his voice sounding exhausted.

Treebeard looked to him as if to say "Where next?"

"I dunno mate." (Y/n) said tiredly, pulling the lighter he had gotten from Dumbledore out of his pocket, and flicking it on and off.

"I don't have any leads left, I don't know where the others went to, I dunno any place close to Tommy I just don't know." He sighed looking over at Penelope sleeping in the bed.

(Y/n) sat there for a moment with his thoughts, flicking the lighter on and off again. There must be something Dumbledore said about the location of the Horcuxes.

Suddenly, as he flicked the lighter on a small flame jumped out of it. It danced around the room, elongating into a stream of fire.

The stream of fire flew around the room, small pieces of it jumping off onto the ground, each growing into small flaming mountain peaks, while the stream of fire grew wings, one end elongating further, thinning into a spiked tail.

The other end morphed into a small jaw, with sharp flaming teeth, a snout forming around it, and two eyes of fire set above it.

In a matter of minutes (Y/n) was looking at a mountain scene, flaming peaks spitting with fiery snow, the clear enflamed surface of a lake reflecting a cloudy sky somewhere far away.