Harry Potter Male Reader Insert - Book 3

Chapter 2.

practicing magic – Marge – escaped –

the Knight Bus – the Leaky Cauldron – dinner – missed

1

It was another evening that followed when he was underground as if buried in the catacombs of his unknown forerunners, and after he arose from the cold ground of the circular basement room, he rubbed the sweat off his glistening forehead with his hand with no wand in it and breathed in through his mouth with a pant and steadied about the shaking arm.

„You ready for another round, eh? That's good," the woman said thickly, and her blonde hair fell to her shoulder, and that accoutred she was in training attire like him also.

„No use in waiting."

She smiled and clapped her hands once and motioned for him to stand before her with her hand. He smiled back a small smile and did so.

The room under the bookshop located. Without the eyes of many with no knowledge, normal people with their jobs and love and pain and death. Is it better to be where I am?

He looked about the blonde woman, and with a wand in his hand, he advanced and cast an offensive spell, and with an outstretched hand, the blast rose at the tip of his wand, and like an erupting supernova, the spell left his wand with a sound of all unknown unnatural things in this world:

Reducto

And the woman dodged swiftly and cast her own two quickly, visibly trained thoroughly before. He dodged only the first and blocked the other, better already. That good. He cast again afterward:

Stupefy

The woman blocked and sent a spell toward him, and this time struck him. The long road ahead, as if he was a meager purveyor. His chest took the impact, and he fell backward, and blunt pain emerged in his back when he hit the ground with a dull sound against the cold floor of shame.

„Maybe let's end for today," the woman said and came to him and helped him up. „Are you all right?"

„Let's end. I'm tired. No use in fighting while tired, I guess," Y/N said, wincing, and rubbed his cheek, then asked: „Won't the Ministry go after me now?"

„They know where the magic was cast, not who cast it. You are safe. I promise you."

„Good," he said and looked around. „Thank you for promising." He chuckled.

„Aye."

There a table was across from where he stood, and books lay on it, and in the corner, more books were put on the bookshelf standing tall, and two wooden chairs. All magic.

„Why are there magic books up there when you have them here?" Y/N said.

„To lure someone like you."

„Uh-huh."

„Is there something else you want today? I've got some time left."

„No, I think this is it. Thank you. Good day."

„Good day yourself."

He left, and back home, and shortly after slept. Another day, another day.

2

The following morning, Harry went to breakfast, and three Dursleys were already sitting around the kitchen table. They were watching television, gifted to Dudley, complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room. Thus Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen.