Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 54: The Centaurs

(Y/n) felt his body bath in warmth, as he opened his eyes, bright white light blinding him.

"Ah (Y/n) you're awake." Dumbledore's voice said to him, and he pushed himself up to his feet.

"Professor?" (Y/n) asked, rubbing his head. "Damn I really am dead aren't I, I mean you're dead as a doorknob aren't you?"

Dumbledore chuckled at this. "Yes well I may be dead, but you (Y/n)... well you are not quite dead yet."

"Gotcha, not dead just gone crazy, I'm seeing bloody dead people now. How the hell am I alive anyway?"

"Well as I've said, you're bother will never harm you."

(Y/n) didn't understand what he was saying. "My brother? You're saying Voldemort's my brother?"

Dumbledore shook his head at this. "Not you (Y/n) your wand."

"My wand's Voldemort's brother?"

"No (Y/n), just like Harry's wand is the brother of Voldemort's, yours is the brother of the elder wand, equal in power, greater in loyalty."

"So I didn't die, because the elder wand refused to kill me? How's that even work anyway? Wasn't the elder wand made by Death himself?"

"Do you not suppose Death had a wand of his own?" Dumbledore countered. "And if he was forced to create a wand for another would he not make sure that it couldn't defeat his own?"

"You saying my wand is Death's wand?"

Dumbledore didn't not reply, but stared back at (Y/n), looking as though he were choosing his words carefully.

"Sometimes there is truth in story, and sometimes the truth is not what you would expect." Dumbledore said finally.

"Perhaps Death was real, perhaps he truly created the Deathly Hallows, and perhaps it is all just a tale."

"God like usual you're always talking in riddles" (Y/n) said rolling his eyes.

Dumbledore chuckled again. "Some things aren't straightforward (Y/n) sometimes people use riddles to admit they don't know the answer either."

They sat in silence for a second before (Y/n) broke the silence. "What's it like Professor? Whatever comes after this? What's it like?"

"Can any of use really know what comes next?" Dumbledore countered.

(Y/n) smiled at this. "So you don't know then?" Dumbledore smiled at this too.

"How much time do I have left?" (Y/n) asked him, he thought he heard the sound of a train in the distance.

"Ah not much longer I'm afraid." Dumbledore said. "Or as much as you want. It all depends if you want to go back or not."

"I think you know the answer to that." (Y/n) said spinning the ring on his finger. "Can I ask you something Professor?"

Dumbledore nodded looking at him.

"Who is Hermes? Where'd she come from?"

Dumbledore sat for a second collecting his thoughts before he started. "Hermes... well she's from a place far away, yet closer that you could imagine, a place that doesn't exist anymore. She's an interloper with no place to call home anymore, it's quite sad." Dumbledore told him.

"She has not home left, she sacrificed it for the good of others, yet I doubt she regrets any of it."

(Y/n) nodded at this, even more confused than he was before. The sound of the train was closer than it was before now.