The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

34: Two Faces

Y/N wasted no time whatsoever. He rushed past the still unconscious troll without bothering to block his nose and barged past the door. Hermione was still there, and Ron seemed to have just woken.

"Come on hurry!" Y/N yelled, helping Ron up and dragging them back down across the chessboard.

"What's the matter? Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, fear in her voice, as she and Ron were dragged by the arm.

"The idiot's gone to take on Snape and Moldy-shorts on his own! We have to get a teacher as soon as possible!"

Ignoring their yelps and outbursts of shock, they pushed past the wooden door ahead of them. The keys were still flying above them. Y/N quickly grabbed a broom.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" he said to Ron and Hermione.

Ron took a broomstick without hesitation, but Hermione looked nervous. Under normal circumstances, Y/N would have understood why, she had never ridden a broom before and it wasn't exactly a simple task to ask her to pick one up for the first time and fly out of a trapdoor and past a massive three-headed dog.

Therefore Y/N mounted his broomstick and seized her by the waist, so she was sitting behind him on the broom. Oblivious to her yells of protest and furiously blushing face, he kicked off, causing her to squeal and wrap her arm around his waist tightly, Ron following them on his own broom.

The two broomsticks sped across the stone passageway and past the dead Devil's Snare, and up the hole that lead to the trapdoor. Emerging, Fluffy barked at them, but had no time to attack as they had already jumped off their brooms and ran out the door.

"You could have given me a warning!" Hermione yelled at him, as they bolted down the corridors, her face still bright red.

"Sorry, there was no time!"

Y/N realised that Ron was lagging behind slightly, due to his head injury, he was feeling dizzy and nauseated. He had a trickle of blood glistening down the side of his head.

Finally making it down the stairs, Y/N told Hermione to take Ron to the Hospital Wing while he looked for a teacher. She looked like she was about to protest but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?"

Y/N whirled his head around and looked directly into the twinkling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

"Mr L/N is correct, Miss Granger," he said calmly, but quickly. "Please escort Mr Weasley to the Hospital Wing. Y/N, please come with me, I feel you will be needed."

Y/N nodded and the two of them sped of back towards the third floor corridor, on the way, Y/N hastily tried to tell Dumbledore about their suspicions of Snape, but to his surprise, Dumbledore shook his head.

"Professor Snape has been in the Staffroom this entire time I'm afraid Y/N." he said, chuckling slightly. "In fact, he has just informed me of Professor Quirrell's apparent disappearance."

"Quirrell?" Y/N repeated, confused.

Suddenly it clicked. Snape hadn't been behind the whole thing, Snape had not been the puppet of Voldemort. The entire time, the real puppet had been the man he was least likely to suspect. Quirrell.

Thinking about it now, it made sense. When he and Harry had heard Quirrell sobbing the other day, it had not been Snape who was threatening him, it must have been Voldemort. When he had overheard Snape threatening Quirrell after the match between Hufflepuff, he wasn't trying to get information out of him about the stone, he was trying to find out how far Quirrell has come to stealing it. Because he suspected Quirrell the whole time.