(Y/n) remained kneeling at Snape's side, simply staring down at him, until quite suddenly a high, cold voice spoke so close to them that (Y/n) jumped on his feet, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, thinking that Voldemort had reentered the room.
Voldemort's voice reverberated from the walls and floor, and (Y/n) realized that he was talking to Hogwarts and to all the surrounding area, that the residents of Hogsmeade and all those still fighting in the castle would hear him as clearly as if he stood beside them, his breath on the back of their necks, a deathblow away.
"You have fought," said the high, cold voice, "valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery.
"Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste.
"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately.
"You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.
"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences.
"This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
Both Ron and Hermione shook their heads frantically, looking at Harry, while (Y/n) continued to stare down at Snape, his fist trembling in anger.
"Don't listen to him," said Ron.
"It'll be all right," said Hermione wildly. "Let's – let's get back to the castle, if he's gone to the forest we'll need to think of a new plan – "
She glanced at Snape's body, then hurried to (Y/n) wrapping her arms around him. Ron made his way to Harry, patting him on the back.
(Y/n) continued to stare down at Snape, hating that he was gone, hating that he hated Snape, hating Voldemort for what he had done.
"(Y/n)" Hermione whispered to him, her arms still around him. "(Y/n) we've got to go."
(Y/n) didn't reply, he just nodded, bending down and closing Snape's eyes, before straightening up and following the others back out of the shack.
They crawled back through the tunnel, none of them talking, and (Y/n) wondered wether or not the others we thinking about Snape as he was.
As they exited out of the whomping willow they found the grounds to be empty of Death Eaters, although the grounds appeared to be covered in bundles of robes.
It could only be an hour or so from dawn, yet it was pitch-black. The four of them hurried toward the stone steps. A lone dog, the size of a small boat, lay abandoned in front of them. There was no other sign of Grawp or of his attacker.
The castle was unnaturally silent as they rushed through the great doors. No longer were there flashes of light now, no bangs or screams or shouts.
The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Emeralds were still scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of marble and splintered wood. Part of the banisters had been blown away.
"Where is everyone?" whispered Hermione.
Ron led the way to the Great Hall, while Harry stopped in the doorway.
(Y/n) saw that the House tables were gone and the room was crowded. The survivors stood in groups, their arms around each other's necks.
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Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert
FanfictionIt's finally here, follow (Y/n) (L/n) and his journey with Harry Hermione and Ron to find and destroy the hocruxes, although he may be in for a journey of his own.
