Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 53: The Death of Harry Potter

It took all of Harry's willpower to stop from shouting out as he saw (Y/n)'s limp body collide with the ground.

"(Y/N)!!" Hagrid cried fighting against his bindings. "(Y/N)!"

"I was, it seems . . . mistaken," said Voldemort.

"You weren't." Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He
did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight.

At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.
The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter.

Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.

Then Hagrid yelled "HARRY! NO!"

He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate.

"NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH --- ?"

"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand, Hagrid was silenced. Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemort's head.

Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first.

And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.

He looked once more at the limp dead body of (Y/n). He knew he was dead this time, there was no way he could've weaseled his way out of the killing curse.

"Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his ---

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear ---

"Come to die." Voldemort said his voice barely more than a whisper.

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

...

"NO!"

Hermione heard the scream as she and the entirety of the Great Hall ran to the entrance to see what McGonagall had screamed at.

When she reached the entrance Hermione almost fainted, as tears bite at her eye. There in front of them was a crowd of Death Eaters lead by Voldemort himself, with Hagrid only a few feet behind him, carrying Harry's limp body in his arms.

"No!" Ron cried out only a few feet away from her.

"No!" Hermione's cried joined Ron's as tears spilled over down her cheeks.