Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 55: Garry Rides Once More

"ONWARD GARRY!" (Y/n) yelled, as he rode on the back of the Blast-ended Skrewt, the tribe of centaur following behind him.

Garry's stinger swung over his head, colliding with a Death Eater, who let out a scream of pain.

"And fire's my thing!" He cried, pointing his wand at Neville, causing the fire to jump off of him and towards Voldemort, setting his robes alight.

"Smell something burning Tommy? Oh wait you can't smell anything you don't have a nose!"

In one swift movement Neville broke through the body bind curse, pulling the hat off of his head, reaching deep into it a ruby encrusted hilt grasped in his hand.

The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of te stampending centaurs, and yet, it seemd to draw every eye.

With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake's body thudded to the ground at his feet.

Voldemort let out a roar of anger, as chaos raged. (Y/n) jumped off of Garry, as he scuttled off stinging any Death Eater that came near him.

(Y/n) rushed towards the school, jinxing and hexing anyone he could find, pushing his way into the entrance. He was forced to dive out of the way as the door to the kitchen was blown off its hinges.

The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleaver, and at their head, the locker of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog's voice audible even above this din:

"Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!"

They were hacking and stabbing at the ankles and shim of Death Eaters their tiny faces alive with malice, and everywhere (Y/n) looked Death Eaters were folding under sheer weight of numbers, overcome by spells, dragging arrows from wounds, stabbed in the leg by elves, collapsed from the sting of a blast-ended Skrewt, or else simply attempting to escape, but swallowed by the oncoming horde.

(Y/n) cast jinxes, hexes, and curses with fervor, almost all of them hitting their mark. Still he pushed farther in, into the Great Hall where he was stopped by six Death Eaters.

"You want to tango?" (Y/n) asked, shooting his hidden wand out into his hand, duel wielding them as the Death Eaters cast curses at him.

The entire Great Hall seemed to be one large duel, as there didn't seem to be a single person not in a duel.

George, Fred, and Lee Jordan were flying above them, throwing down fire works, and casting spells at the Death Eaters, while Hermione and Luna dueled with Yaxley.

A little farther away Neville and Ron were ganging up on Fenrir while Aberforth dueled Rookwood. Percy fought against Thicknesse alongside his father.

"We've got you out numbered kid!" One of the Carrow twins asked him, sending her of silver light towards him.

He was easily able to dodge it, as a whirlwind of fire swept around his feet and legs, lashing out at any Death Eater that got to close to him.

"We've got you out numbered six to one!" The other twin shouted at him.

"I bloody well like those odds!" (Y/n) cried back, hitting a masked Death Eater with a curse, causing them to sprout long sharp spike along their hands.

(Y/n) spun around, fire swirling around him majestically as he dodge another curse, slashing at one of the Death Eaters, knocking of his mask to reveal a familiar looking face.