Ancient Echoes - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

Book 3 - Chapter 26 - Whispers in the Night

A/N: Apologies for the delay! I've been buried under a mountain of assignments, but I'm finally through it and back to writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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As the years progress, people find themselves doing different things throughout the same time of year. Sometimes people travel to one location, and another the following year. Or maybe they choose not to travel and perhaps do something entirely different.

The same applies to people like Y/n, although a common thing that links them all together is that he loves getting into people's business. Whether good or bad, it does not matter. If there's trouble or mischief to be had, you can bet Y/n is right in the middle of it, often with a sherbet lemon in hand, or at least this time around.

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Y/n reclined comfortably in one of the plush armchairs in Dumbledore's office, his feet propped up on the edge of the desk. Various magical instruments whirred and tinkled around the room, creating a soothing background noise. Fawkes the phoenix watched from his perch with mild interest as Y/n conjured small orbs of light, juggling them effortlessly in the air.

Dumbledore, seated at his desk, observed Y/n with a twinkle in his eye. "You seem quite at home here, Y/n," he remarked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Y/n grinned, letting the orbs of light float gently around the room. "Well, Albie, you do have the best view in the castle. And your chair is infinitely more comfortable than anything in the common room."

Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I'm glad you find my office accommodating. Though I must say, it's not every day I have a guest who eats all my sherbet lemons."

Y/n laughed, popping another sherbet lemon into his mouth. "You mean these? I thought they were here for anyone."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling. "For anyone, yes. For you to eat by the handful, perhaps not. I've had to restock twice this week!"

"Well, you should have known better than to leave them out in plain sight," Y/n retorted, grinning. "Besides, they're quite addictive."

Dumbledore sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair. "I suppose I must resign myself to a life without sherbet lemons. Such is the burden of being Headmaster."

Y/n snorted. "Oh, the tragedy. Perhaps I should bring my own candy stash next time."

"Now, there's an idea," Dumbledore said, eyes sparkling. "Just make sure it's not Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Last time, I had the misfortune of eating an earwax-flavoured one."

Y/n chuckled. "You always were one for adventurous eating. Speaking of adventures, what's new around here?"

Dumbledore leaned forward, his expression growing slightly more serious but maintaining his playful demeanour. "Ah, the usual chaos. Mischievous students, enchanted objects causing mayhem, and of course, the ever-present threat of You-Know-Who."

Y/n nodded thoughtfully. "And Harry? How's he doing with those dreadful relatives of his?"

Dumbledore's expression softened. "Harry is resilient, but the Dursleys are not the most nurturing of guardians. I do worry about him, especially during the summer months."

"That's why I'm planning to visit him," Y/n said firmly. "Just to make sure he's all right. Maybe give those Muggles a bit of a scare while I'm at it."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Just remember, no permanent damage. As much as they deserve a good fright, we mustn't stoop to their level."