Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 52: A Meeting in the Forest

Inside the indent there lay a folded piece of parchment with his name on in, behind which lay (Y/n)'s old wand, the one Snape had taken from him when he was captured, and a silver metal arm.

(Y/n) unfolded the parchment, immediately recognizing Snape's writing.

Dear (Y/n),

If you're reading this I'm dead, I hope you can forgive me for what I have done.

I was working on Dumbledore's orders, in order to protect Draco from having to kill. I wish it did not have to come to that.

I understand if you will live to hate me, but know I never meant any harm to you, I did what I could to keep you safe.

I kept your wand safe here, although I was punished severely for not turning it in to the Dark Lord I knew you would be back for it.

As for your arm I was able to get it back from Bellatrix, although it cost me much that doesn't matter. I was able to fix it, despite the damage it sustained.

Everything should still be intact inside. I am truly sorry (Y/n) for how things turned out, your father was my best friend (Y/n) and I regret not being able to do more for you.

Hopefully you will never read this, but if it come to it, just know that I love you (Y/n) and I did everything I could to keep you safe.

Once more tears began to flow down (Y/n)'s cheeks as he reread the letter. He had never considered that Dumbledore knew he was going to die. He had never considered that Snape was still working on Dumbledore's orders.

He had never gotten the chance to forgive Snape, he had never gotten to apologize for how he treated him, or how he had hated him.

He grabbed his old prosthetic from out the indent, placing it in the desk, before reaching over and yanking the remnants of his wooden prosthetic, placing it next to the metal one.

He then reached back and grabbed his old wand, feeling the warmth radiate from it. He waved it over his two prosthetics, fusing them together into one.

His picked up his newly formed armed, metal up until mid bicep where it transitions rapidly into wood.

He reattached it, grateful to have both arms once again. He slide open the compartment on the sleek metal surface of his forearm peering in to see all the goodies he had left in there.

He then waved his wand once more, creating a new compartment, sliding it open to reveal a forest scene inside of it.

"Here you go buddy." (Y/n) said scooping Treebeard back up into his hand, and placing him in the new compartment. "Your new home."

Treebeard chirped happily as he explored around the new place, before closing the compartment from the inside.

(Y/n) took one more look around the room, assuming Harry was still in the pensive before slipping his second wand, the one he had made himself, into the secret compartment of his arm.

He hurried out of the room and back down the spiral staircase, making his way back to the Great Hall.

"You alright (Y/n)?" Neville asked him as (Y/n) past him. He looked worse that he had earlier, a large gash across his brow.

"Eh could be better, not like we're fighting a war. What are you doing anyway?" (Y/n) asked him.

"Searching for... well for..." Neville trailed off, frowning at the floor. (Y/n) knew he was searching for more bodies.

"Look Neville." (Y/n) said showing him the ring on his finger. "Hermione and I are getting married after all this, and it mean a lot of you were there with us. So just promise me you won't die mate."