The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

Explosive Quidditch

"Umbridge has been reading our mail, that's the only logical explanation," said Y/N.

"You think Umbridge attacked Hedwig?" Harry asked, "Then how was Apollo okay when he came back from your letter to Sirius?"

"I... don't have an answer for that," Y/N admitted, annoyed.

"Watch out, Harry! Your frog is escaping!" called Hermione.

Harry pointed his wand at the bullfrog that had been hopping hopefully toward the other side of the table "Accio!" and it zoomed gloomily back into his hand.

Charms was always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private conversation. There was generally so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was minimal. Today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a heavy down pour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Harry, Y/N, Ron, and Hermione's whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Sirius went quite unnoticed.

"I've been suspecting this ever since Hogsmeade when Filch was really suspicious of us for no reason," Hermione whispered. "I mean, once your letter had been read, it would have been quite clear that nothing unorthodox was going on, it's a bit of a feeble joke, isn't it? But then I thought, what if somebody just wanted an excuse to read your mail? Well then, it would be a perfect way for Umbridge to manage it... Tip off Filch, let him do the dirty work and confiscate the letter, then either find a way of stealing it from him or else demand to see it — I don't think Filch would object, when's he ever stuck up for a student's rights? Harry, you're squashing your frog."

Harry looked down; he was indeed squeezing his bullfrog so tightly its eyes were popping; he replaced it hastily upon the desk.

"My question is similar to Harry's though," Y/N pondered, looking down at his bullfrog. "If Umbridge has been told to keep such a tight leash on me, how hasn't Apollo been injured yet?"

"Maybe Umbridge knows that we know that she knows that we're suspicious of her!" said Ron triumphantly.

Y/N rolled his eyes.

"It was an unbelievably close call last night with Snuffles," said Y/N. "I'm just not sure how close Umbridge realises she was... Silencio!"

The bullfrog on which he was practicing his Silencing Charm was struck dumb mid-croak and glared at him reproachfully.

"If she'd have caught him..."

Harry finished the sentence for him.

"He'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning." He waved his wand without really concentrating; his bullfrog swelled like a green balloon and emitted a high-pitched whistle.

"Silencio!" said Hermione hastily, pointing her wand at Harry's frog, which deflated silently before them. "Well, he mustn't do it again, that's all. I just don't know how we're going to let him know. We can't send him an owl."

"I don't reckon he'll risk it again," said Ron. "He's not stupid, he knows she nearly got him. Silencio!"

The large and ugly raven in front of him let out a derisive caw. "Silencio! SILENCIO!"

The raven cawed more loudly.

"It's the way you're moving your wand," said Hermione, watching Ron critically. "You don't want to wave it, it's more a sharp jab."

"Ravens are harder than frogs," said Ron testily.

"Fine, let's swap," said Hermione, seizing Ron's raven and replacing it with her own fat bullfrog. "Silencio!" The raven continued to open and close its sharp beak, but no sound came out.