Harry Potter Male!Reader Insert

THE WILGREEN'S

'Nice walk?'

I huffed and shoved the snake to him. He shook his head.

'Nuh-uh.' Lucas pushed it back to me. 'You two will learn to get along.'

'Jeez,' I muttered. Lucas reminded me of Peeves. 'Lucas I'm not--'

'Lucas, dear--?' A middle-aged woman glanced at me. 'Who's this young man?'

She had sunny blonde hair and the same glowing blue eyes, Lucas was the exact replica of his mother.

'Mum,' Lucas grabbed my arm and displayed me like a trophy he'd won. 'This is (Y/n), the friend in the woods I've been talking about.

'Ah,' Mrs Wilgreen gave a welcoming smile. 'Thank you for taking care of dear Lucas for us, please, come in.'

'What--'

'You heard her!' Lucas dragged me inside. 'To the inside!'

The house looked nice. There was a red carpet along the floors. A chair, a small radio, a desk, and then a mini kitchen. Two doors which I presume must be a bedroom and the restroom.

'Your house looks lovely.' I put on a polite smile. Trying my best not to cringe. Lucas was still holding my arm, rather tightly, he was practically jumping.

'Why thank you, dear, make yourself at home.'

'Who's this?' Another person came. He was holding a pan with at least three eggs, wearing a pink apron saying 'Best dad in the world.' He had chocolate brown hair and forest-green eyes. He must be Lucas' father.

'This is Lucas' friend, dear.' Mrs Wilgreen smiled warmly. 'The friend in the woods.'

'Oh!' Mr Wilgreen cracked another egg and into the pan, it went. 'Please, have dinner with us.'

Mr Wilgreen disappeared into the kitchen, well, not exactly disappear, there was no separator between the kitchen and the living room. Mrs Wilgreen glanced back at me, then at Lucas and gave a heavy sigh.

'Lucas, why don't you take (Y/n) here to your room?'

'Yes!' Lucas cheered and dragged me once more up a flight of stairs and into an attic-looking room. The floors were wooden, the walls were brick as well. They weren't the modern type of people, I could tell. A white bed with a blue rug underneath, and a few other things a normal twelve-year-old would have, well, eleven, in Lucas' case. 'My casa esu casa.' He said weirdly, sounded American, it took me a moment to understand.

'You mean Mi casa es su casa?' I shook my head at the clueless look on Lucas' face. Then I remembered what I came here for. I pulled the half-broken egg out of my coat pocket and shoved it to him. 'It's yours, you take care of it.'

'I'm not taking care of her till you get along.' Lucas shoved the snake back to me. 'How did you even find me?'

'Followed you.'

Stalker.' Lucas jabbed his tongue out at me.

'Am not.'

'Are to.'

'Am not.'

'Are too.'

'Am not.'

'Lucas, (Y/n)?' Mrs Wilgreen's head popped out of the trapdoor to Lucas' room. Lucas hid the snake behind his back rather quickly. 'Time to eat.'

'Yes mum, now shoo!' Lucas shooed Mrs Wilgreen away and closed the trap door. 'You have to, (Y/n). If mum or dad found out then they'll tell me to throw her away.'

Lucas begged, looking as if he might cry. I groaned. Curse my secretly soft heart.

'Fine.'

'YES!' Lucas yelled, his previous saddened look disappearing within a second.