Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 48: Burnt Diadem

"Pft I can deal with fire." (Y/n) said rolling his eyes. The confidence he felt however was gone in an instant as large flames of uncontrollable sizes raced towards them, licking at the junk, taking the form of a giant snake.

"Incednium Bestia!" (Y/n) cried, as a large flaming wolf shot out of his wand, charging towards Crabbe's snake, clenching it's jaw tightly around the snakes throat.

"How the hell's fire going to fix this!" Harry cried as he Hermione and (Y/n) ran in the opposite direction.

"I don't know Harry I panicked!" (Y/n) cried back.

Malfoy grabbed the Stunned Goyle and dragged him along; Crabbe outstripped all of them, now looking terrified; Harry, Ron, (y/n), and Hermione pelted along in his wake, and the fire pursued them.

It was not normal fire; Crabbe had created Fiendfyre. As they turned a corner the flames chased them as though they were alive, sentient, intent upon killing them.

(Y/n) wolf had quickly been overpowered as the serpent's flame grew, splitting off into new terrifying beasts.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had vanished from view: Harry, Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione stopped dead; the fiery monsters were circling them, drawing closer and closer, claws and horns and tails lashed, and the heat was solid as a wall around them.

"What can we do?" Hermione screamed over the deafening roars of the fire. "What can we do?"

"Here!"

Harry has seized three heavy-looking broomsticks from the nearest pile of junk and threw one to (Y/n), who pulled Hermione onto it behind him, and the other to Ron who mounted it swiftly. Harry swung his leg over the second broom and, with hard kicks to the ground, they soared up in the air, missing by feet the horned beak of a flaming raptor that snapped its jaws at them.

The smoke and heat were becoming overwhelming: Below them the cursed fire was consuming the contraband of generations of hunted students, the guilty outcomes of a thousand banned experiments, the secrets of the countless souls who had sought refuge in the room.

(Y/n) couldnot see a trace of Malfoy, Crabbe, or Goyle anywhere. He swooped as low as he dare over the marauding monsters of flame to try to find them, but there was nothing but fire: What a terrible way to die. . . . He had never wanted this. . . .

"Harry, (Y/n), let's get out, let's get out!" bellowed Ron, though it was impossible to see where the door was through the black smoke.

"I'm not leaving Malfoy!" (Y/n) cried to him, causing him to gape open mouthed in surprised. "He helped me out so much when I've as capture!"

"It's – too – dangerous – !" Ron yelled, but (Y/n) had wheeled in the air, Harry following a after him. His glasses giving his eyes some small protection from the smoke, he raked the firestorm below, seeking a sign of life, a limb or a face that was not yet charred like wood...

And he saw them: Malfoy with his arms around the unconscious Goyle, the pair of them perched on a fragile tower of charred desks.

"There!" (Y/n) shouted to Harry pointing towards Malfoy.

(Y/n) dived towards Malfoy saw him coming and raised one arm, but even as (Y/n) grasped it he knew at once that it was no good. Goyle was too heavy and Malfoy's hand, covered in sweat, slid instantly out of his–

"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU!" roared Ron's voice, and, as a great flaming chimaera bore down upon them, he dragged Goyle onto their broom and rose, rolling and pitching, into the air once more as Malfoy clambered up behind Hermione.

"The door, get to the door, the door!" screamed Malfoy in (Y/n)'s ear, and (Y/n) sped up following Ron, Harry, and Goyle through the billowing black smoke.