Harry Potter Male!Reader Insert

MISERABLE, MOANING, MOPING MYRTLE

For a few days, the school could talk of little else but the attack on Mrs Norris. Filch kept it fresh in everyone’s minds by pacing the spot where she had been attacked, as though he thought the attacker might come back. We had seen him scrubbing the message on the wall with Mrs Skower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover, but to no effect; the words still gleamed as brightly as ever on the stone. When Filch wasn’t guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like breathing loudly and looking happy.

Ginny Weasley seemed very disturbed by Mrs Norris’s fate. According to Ron, she was a great cat lover... But there's something else, no, it just doesn't seem right--

'But you haven’t really got to know Mrs Norris,' Ron told her bracingly. 'Honestly, we’re much better off without her.' Ginny’s lip trembled. 'Stuff like this doesn’t often happen at Hogwarts,' Ron assured her. 'They’ll catch the maniac who did it and have him out of here in no time. I just hope he’s got time to Petrify Filch before he’s expelled. I’m only joking —' Ron added hastily as Ginny blanched.

The attack had also had an effect on Hermione. It was quite usual for Hermione to spend a lot of time reading, but she was now doing almost nothing else. Nor could Harry, Ron or I, get much response from her when we asked what she was up to, and not until the following Wednesday did we find out.

Me and Ron we're currently working on our History of Magic homework. Harry had been held back in Potions, where Snape had made him stay behind to scrape tubeworms off the desks. So, now I'm stuck with Ron Weasley. Professor Binns had asked for a three-foot-long composition on 'The Medival Assembly of European Wizards.' It was quite interesting at first, but after a long while of listening to Binns' drab voice, I zoned out the entire lesson and made it my goal to study the topic myself.

'I don’t believe it, I’m still eight inches short!' said Ron furiously, letting go of his parchment, which sprang back into a roll. 'And Hermione’s done four feet seven inches and her writing’s tiny.'

'Where is she?' asked Harry, grabbing the tape measure and unrolling his own homework.

'Somewhere over there,' said Ron, pointing along the shelves. 'Looking for another book. I think she’s trying to read the whole library before Christmas.' He then turned to me. '(Y/n), could I--'

'No.'

'Please?'

'No.' Ron gave a huff. Harry told us about Justin Finch-Fletchley running away from him.

'Dunno why you care. I thought he was a bit of an idiot,' said Ron, scribbling away, making his writing as large as possible. 'All that junk about Lockhart being so great —'

Hermione emerged from between the bookshelves. She looked irritable and at last, seemed ready to talk to us.

'All the copies of Hogwarts, A History have been taken out,' she said, sitting down next to Harry and Ron. 'And there’s a two-week waiting list. I wish I hadn’t left my copy at home, but I couldn’t fit it in my trunk with all the Lockhart books.'

'Why do you want it?' said Harry.

'The same reason everyone else wants it,' said Hermione, 'to read up on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets.'

'What’s that?' said Harry quickly.

'That’s just it. I can’t remember,' said Hermione, biting her lip. 'And I can’t find the story anywhere else —'

'Hermione, let me read your composition,' said Ron desperately, checking his watch.

'No, I won’t,' said Hermione, suddenly severe. 'You’ve had ten days to finish it —'