Flourish and Blotts was bustling with activity as Harry, Hermione, and Y/n joined the Weasleys in line. A copy of Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography, Magical Me, was prominently displayed as they entered the store.
"Harry, thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, dusting him off. "We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far!"
"Y/n, thank you for getting him," she said, giving him a hug.
"Anytime, Mrs. Weasley," he replied, returning the hug.
A man in the crowd announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Mrs. Weasley added, "Oh, here he is!"
The mostly female crowd applauded as the flamboyantly dressed Gilderoy Lockhart stepped into view.
Ron whispered, "Mum fancies him," earning a playful shove from Mrs. Weasley.
'Goldilocks!' Y/n shouted in his head. 'You mean to tell me this guy is famous now!'
"Make way there, please!" a photographer said, navigating through the crowd. "Excuse me, little girl, this is for The Daily Prophet." He snapped a photograph of Lockhart.
Lockhart noticed Harry's scar and exclaimed, "It can't be Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter!" the photographer echoed, grabbing Harry. "Excuse me, madam." He pushed Harry up to the front.
Lockhart pulled Harry to his side. "Nice big smile, Harry, together you and I rate the front page!" Though Harry didn't smile, the photographer snapped a picture anyway.
Lockhart proceeded to give a long speech about fuck all causing Hermione and most of the crowd to applaud excitedly. This left normal individuals like Y/n and...Ron, to look bewildered.
After his insanely long speech, Lockhart presented Harry with a stack of books oh so graciously and free of charge. While this debacle was ongoing, Draco was watching from above the store with disdain.
After Lockhart had decided to release Harry from his reins, Harry walked back towards the Weasleys.
Mrs. Weasley took the Lockhart books from Harry. "Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed. All of you wait outside. That's it, Ron."
Harry and his friends moved into the front area of the store. Draco, now standing on a staircase, tore a page out of a book.
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Draco sneered, coming down the stairs. "Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
Ginny stepped forward. "Leave him alone."
"Harry Potter... you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Draco taunted.
"Draco Malfoy you've gotten yourself a boyfriend!" Y/n laughed, "Or what was it you called him, was it 'Daddy'?"
Lucius Malfoy, pushing Draco aside with his walking stick, approached. "Now, now, Draco, play nicely."
"Draco keeps harassing Harry. At this point, it's a crush." Y/n stated to Lucius. "You're going to be replaced if you don't up your game, sir!"
"Mind your words Child" Lucius replied in frustration.
He turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter... Lucius Malfoy... we meet at last." He extended his hand, and Harry reluctantly shook it. "Forgive me..." Lucius leaned in to examine Harry's scar. "...your scar is a legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."
"Voldemort killed my parents," Harry said, stepping away from Lucius. "He was nothing more than a murderer."
Lucius smirked. "You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish."
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Ancient Echoes - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert
AdventureY/n L/n, a dedicated researcher with an unquenchable curiosity, is driven to explore the forgotten legends and fairy tales that whisper through ancient pages. Lately, he has gained great interest in a particular tale regarding a mysterious group and...