Ancient Echoes - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Chapter 25 - Revelations and Reunions

Harry and Ron stood before Professor Dumbledore in his office, with Y/n standing on the sidelines with Fawkes perched on his shoulder and the sword and Sorting Hat resting on the desk. Dumbledore looked at them with a mixture of sternness and amusement.

"You all realize, of course, that in the past few hours, you have broken, perhaps, a dozen school rules," Dumbledore said.

Harry and Ron nodded in unison. "Yes, sir."

"And there is sufficient evidence to have you all expelled." he continued

Again, they nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Punish them!" Y/n cried out.

Dumbledore's expression softened, a twinkle in his eye. "Although I should, they helped around. Therefore, it is only fitting that you all receive special awards for services to the school."

Harry and Ron exchanged relieved smiles, while Y/n frowned, his gaze distant.

Dumbledore handed some papers to Ron, instructing him, "And now, Mr. Weasley, if you would, have an owl deliver these release papers to Azkaban. I believe we want our gamekeeper back."

Ron nodded and left the room.

Turning to Harry and Y/n, Dumbledore's gaze was gentle yet probing. "Harry, first, I want to thank you. You must've shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could've called Fawkes to you. And, second... I sense something is troubling you. Am I right, Harry?"

Harry hesitated, then expressed his concern about the similarities he noticed between himself and Tom Riddle. "Yes, sir. I couldn't help but notice certain things... certain... certain similarities between... Tom Riddle and me."

Dumbledore explained, "Harry, you can speak Parseltongue. Why? Because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar."

Y/n gave Dumbledore a look and then back towards Harry's scar, his thoughts racing.

'So I was right,' he thought.

Harry was amazed. "Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Not intentionally. But yes."

Harry's confusion grew. "So, the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin."

Dumbledore acknowledged, "It's true, Harry. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes: determination, resourcefulness, and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules. Why then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?"

Harry glanced at the Sorting Hat. "Because I asked it to."

"Exactly, Harry, exactly," Dumbledore affirmed. "Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices. If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor, then I suggest you look more closely at this." He picked up the sword and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the sword by the blade with his left hand, and its hilt with his right. "Be careful," Dumbledore advised.

As Harry examined the sword and saw the name "Godric Gryffindor" engraved on the blade, Dumbledore noted, "It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat."

"Hey, give me that," Y/n said, reaching out to take the sword from Harry, only for Dumbledore to slap his hand away.

"Ouch," Y/n exclaimed, rubbing his hand with a mock pout. "Fine, keep your fancy sword."

With a dramatic flourish, Y/n reached behind him and pulled out his own sword, just as radiant and impressive as Gryffindor's.

"I've got one too, you know," he said with a grin. "It's called Excalibur, or something. Not really sure, picked it up off a dump."