Harry Potter Male!Reader Insert

THE WEASLEY'S

What?

It was dark, my voice seems to echo off nonexistent walls... Was I even talking? Everything feels numb. I took a step, or at least, what I thought was a step. It felt like I was floating. Am I dead?

Another step.

Where am I? I glanced around but everything was unrecognizable, pitch black was all I see.

I took another step, but this time, I started to feel strange. Like a tingling feeling... Hold on.

'I'M FALLING--' I yelled in panic. 'WHAT THE FU--'

I saw a light, the feeling of air rushing past me suddenly stopped. I peered around the unfamiliar room, then down, must have fallen into the floor while I was sleeping. Where am I now? I stood up, stumbling in the process. My vision was spinning, I must have lost a lot of blood. I felt the back of my head where Merilla had hit, instead of feeling hair, I felt bandages. I grasped anything that was in my way as I rambled towards the door.

I opened it cautiously.

'No one in sight.'

I leaned onto the wall as I stumbled towards the stairs, was it even stairs? I don't know, my vision still spinning. I took a step down and slowly took another step. After a few steps, I was close to the bottom, I could hear faint voices. Then this burning pain came. Groaning, I felt the back of my head, covered in bandages, and glanced at my hand, I'm bleeding. Before I could take any more steps, I fell onto my arse.

Glancing up I saw a nervous-looking redheaded girl, her face was as red as her hair. She muttered a small 'Sorry!' and left. I did my best to stand up, but I couldn't. My vision was blurring again. I saw a figure approaching me from below. I could still make out their appearance. I felt a soft blanket placed on my shoulders, I huddled it tighter, it was cold.

'Mrs--'

'Hush, dear.' She held me up. 'Come on.'

I saw three spots of red and one of black. Are those people? I heard a faint call of my name, I don't know which of them called out to me. I felt myself being sat down on a stool. And my bandages being removed. Then a sigh.

'Horrible people they must be,' I heard Mrs Weasley mutter. 'Doing such things to children.'

I sat still, I couldn't move even if I tried to. My bandages seem to be fully changed. I caught a glimpse of my old bandages and saw a disgusting amount of blood. Was the impact really that bad? Mrs Weasley kneeled in front of me, fixing up the bandages on my face.

'There you go,' She smiled before handing me a cup of... Whatever that is. 'Drink, it'll help.'

I cautiously stared at the mug before glancing up at Mrs Weasley who just nodded. Glancing back down, I took a sip. It tastes like water, but with a hint of herbs. My sight seems to reappear as I drank more. I blinked a few times to focus my vision, glancing back at the four spots. I now recognised them as Fred, George, Ron, and Harry who seems to be staring at me concerned.

'Take a seat, (Y/n).' Mrs Weasley handed me a plate of bread. I complied, still processing what the actual fricking friction is happening. I sat beside Harry who, mind I tell you, keeps looking at me weirdly.

'What?'

'You look sick.'

'I am,' I raised the blanket over my head. 'Look, I've got a blanket.'

Harry chuckled and then continued to eat, along with me, Fred, George, and Ron who was far quieter. I glanced up at Ron who had an expecting look.

'What now?'