The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

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The next morning, Y/N opened his eyes to find that he was the last person to wake in his dormitory. He hadn't slept well at all, worries about Sirius's return did very little for his sleep schedule. 

Eventually, he slugged his way down Gryffindor Tower and into the Great Hall, he spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were eating breakfast, discussing something. When he approached, Y/N quickly clocked that Hermione was grilling Harry over something. 

"...That was a lie, Harry," she said, "You didn't imagine your scar hurting, and you know it."

"So what?" said Harry, "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me- Hi, Y/N."

Y/N slumped down next to Harry and began picking bits out for breakfast, "What've you done this time, Harry?"

"He stupidly sent Sirius a follow up letter, claiming that he had imagined his scar hurting," said Hermione, crossly. 

"Drop it," said Ron, and for the first time, Hermione listened to Ron and closed her mouth before she could continue to gun for Harry. 

For the next couple of weeks, Y/N thought of nothing but Sirius Black. He couldn't stop himself from anxiously watching the owls fly into the Great Hall in the morning, watching for Apollo who never arrived, or late at night, where visions of Dementors cornering Sirius and taking his soul right from his body possessed his thoughts. 

When he could , he tried to put his thoughts at ease. Even though Quidditch was cancelled, it didn't stop Y/N from finally taking out his brand new Firebolt for a test run. It was just as incredible as it looked, over ten times faster than his old Comet 260, and he had so much more control over it, the slightest adjustment was felt through his bones. Even Caym liked it. 

What didn't impress him were the lessons, which had become more challenging and demanding than ever before. Especially Professor Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts. 

To their surprise, and Hermione's horror, Moody announced he would be placing the Imperius curse on each of them to test how they would be able to counter it. 

"But- you said it was illegal Professor," said Hermione as Moody flicked his wand ad the tables split to the side of the room, "You said, to use it against another human was-"

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione, "If you'd rather learn the hard way, when someone is putting it on you so they can control you completely, fine by me. You're excused. Go on."

He pointed his gnarled finger at the door, Hermione went very pink and didn't move. Y/N grinned to himself, Hermione would rather be caught dead than leave such an important lesson. 

Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and place the Imperius curse on them. Y/N watched as his classmates did stupid things under its influence. Dean hopped around the room, bellowing the national anthem, Lavender began imitating a squirrel, Neville performed some extraordinary gymnastic maneuvers he would certainly not be able to do normally. Not one of them seemed to be able to counter the curse, and only recovered once Moody had lifted it. 

"Potter," Moody growled, "You next."

To the class's astonishment, Harry was the first to break the curse. 

Well, not exactly. Instead of jumping on the desk as ordered by Moody, Harry threw his knees against the table, promptly shattering his kneecaps, but Moody was mightily impressed. 

"Lynx!" Moody roared after he had forced Harry to give another demonstration once his knees had been magically healed, "You're up."

Y/N stepped forward and looked Moody dead in the eyes as he brought his wand up, "Imperio!"