The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

5: Ellie's Fear

Before Y/N could even blink, a series of popping noises announced the arrival of twenty wizards, appearing from thin air, surrounding them.

"SUPEFY!" roared twenty voices - there was a blinding series of flashes bursting from all directions, each rushing towards them.

Y/N seized them all by their heads, and pushed them down to the ground.

Y/N felt the hair ripple on his head as though a powerful wind had swept the clearing. Raising his head only slightly he saw jets of fiery red light flying over them from the wizards wands, crossing each other, bouncing off tree-trunks, rebounding into the darkness -

"Stop!" yelled a voice he recognised. "STOP! That's my son!"

Y/N's hair stopped blowing about. He risked it and raised his head a little higher. The wizards had lowered their wands. Mr Weasley was standing over them, terrified.

"Out of the way, Arthur," said a cold, curt voice.

It was Mr Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Mr Crouch's face was taut with rage.

And before he knew it, Y/N had been flung off his feet by an invisible source, and pinned against a tree.

Mr Crouch had his wand pointed directly at his neck, his nostrils flared.

"You have been discovered at the scene of the crime, Mandeville!" he snapped. "So you really were on the Dark side after all, eh?"

Y/N was looking remarkably calm, and didn't even struggle against the invisible restraints that were keeping him secured onto the tree.

"He didn't do anything!" Hermione said, looking desperate, as Ellie cried in her lap. "It wasnt him!"

"Do not lie, miss!" shouted Mr Crouch. His wand was still pouted directly at Y/N, and his eyes were popping. "This boy has finally shown his true colours, and you have the audacity to defend him?"

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woollen dressing-gown. "He may be Mandeville's son, but he's just a kid, he'd never have been able to -"

"Where did the mark come from, you lot?" Mr Weasley said quickly.

"Over there," said Hermione shakily, pointing at the place where they had heard the voice, "there was someone behind the trees... they shouted words - an incantation -"

"Oh, stood over there, did they?" said Mr Crouch, finally turning his popping eyes away from Y/N and towards Hermione. "Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy -"

"Shut it, you old fart." came Y/N's voice from behind him. Crouch whipped his head back to Y/N, who was casually walking towards him, his limbs very much free.

"How - how did you -"

"You broke your concentration as you looked away from me." Y/N said, answering his unfinished question. "The spell weakened, allowing me to break free." Y/N shot Crouch a smirk. "You know, for the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm surprised at how weak-willed your spells are. You're wandwork seems to be getting sloppy with age, Mr Crouch."

All twenty of the Ministry wizards had their wands pointed at him in a flash. He held up his hands in mock-surrender.

"Relax, it wasn't me." he said. "Now, please, turn those wands away and hear me out before my sister breaks down completely."

Indeed, Ellie had her arms wrapped around Hermione for dear life, watching as Y/N was treated like a villain, silent tears trickling down her face.