Book 5: Harry Potter reader insert

Chapter 29: Breakouts and Breakdowns

(Y/n) was in the Great Hall eating breakfast with Hermione, Ron and Harry when the post arrived.

"Anything good?" (Y/n) asked Hermione asked she smoothed out the Daily Prophet.

She let out a loud gasp. "What's up Hermione?" Ron asked her through a mouthful of food.

"Yeah what's wrong 'Mione?" (Y/n) asked her. "Somebody break out of prison?" He asked jokingly. Hermione didn't reply.

(Y/n) lent over and looked at the paper, and his blood froze. There on the front page staring back at him were the hollow joyless eyes of Antonin Dolohov.

(Y/n) slammed his fork so hard into the table that it was embedded into the wood. He pushed himself out of his seat and stormed off towards the door, where he was met by Malfoy and his goons who was carrying a copy of the Prophet.

"Ah what a shame (L/n), you should watch your back, hopefully he'll come after yo-" Malfoy started but (Y/n) cut him off by slamming his fist into Malfoy's jaw knocking him to the floor.

Crabbe then moved forward attempting to look menacing, but (Y/n) reeled back his fist and flung it into his stomach, causing him to keel over onto the floor.

Goyle then started to move forward and (Y/n) pulled out his wand and pointed it directly between his eyes. Goyle looked at the wand scared for a second and then began to back away, before turning tail and running away.

(Y/n) grabbed Malfoy by the collar, picked him up into the air, and threw him out of the Great Hall before storming off into an empty classroom.

He sank down into the corner of the room and placed his head into his hands. He was furious, his blood boiling.

That man, that evil man had killed his mum. He had killed her; killed her and laughed.

"I'll kill him" (Y/n) muttered through his hands.

"I'll kill him!" He said louder getting to his feet.

"I'L KILL HIM!" He shouted as he picked up one of the desks and threw it into the blackboard, causing it to shatter into pieces.

A pile of papers burst into flames on a desk in the back of the room.

He banged his fist into the teachers desk, breaking large piece of the wood off of it.

In the back of the classroom were a few cauldrons. (Y/n) ran back to them, picked one up and flung it across the room, and it cracked at it hit the opposite wall.

He then picked up another one and flung it at the window, shattering it.

Rage was boiling up in his body, he wanted him dead; wanted to kill him; wanted him to feel the pain he felt.

A desk in the back of room burst into flames, and (Y/n) flung his prosthetic fist into the wall and heard a loud crunching noise.

Not that he cared. Right now his only thought was on how much he hated Dolohov, and how much pain he wanted to cause him.

He picked up another desk and threw it threw through the open door and heard it break in the hall outside.

"What do you think you're doing?" A sickly sweet voice came from the hallway.

In response (Y/n) picked up a cauldron and chucked it as hard as he could at Umbridge's head, taking only a moment to mentally kick himself for missing her, and slammed the door in her face.

He spent a while longer in the classroom, he wasn't exactly sure how long it was, and finally he sank in a corner, tears streaming down his face.

He looked at his prosthetic hand and saw that the fingers were all bent, and sticking the wrong way. His prosthetic hand was clearly broken.

He looked around at the classroom to see the damage. At this point the whole classroom was destroy, there were bits of wood all over the floor, along with burnt pieces of paper, a few cracked cauldron, and a couple a fires throughout the room.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" A timid voice came from the door. He was about to pick up a broken chair and throw it at the door when he realized who it was.

Hermione walked into the room, and was taken aback for a second at the state of the room, and then walked over to (Y/n), sat down next to him and put her arm around him.

"Are you okay (Y/n)?" She asked him.

(Y/n) opened his mouth to say he was fine, but knew it would be useless. "No" he said weakly, wiping a stream of tears from his cheek.

"Umbridge is furious" Hermione Said after a while of sitting in silence, knowing that (Y/n) didn't want to talk about Dolohov.

(Y/n) let out a weak laugh "good I bet she is."

"She's been patrolling the halls for a while now, trying to get into the room, screaming about how she will have order." Hermione said, running her fingers through (Y/n)'s hair gently.
"But every time she tried to get in some piece of furniture would be flung at her head."

"Too bad none of them hit her" (Y/n) said, laying his head on Hermione's shoulder.

"I didn't say that" she said smiling mischievously. "That's how I got in here, a piece of wood hit her on the head and she ran off to the hospital wing"

(Y/n) burst out laughing like a madman at this. He laughed like he hadn't laughed in an eternity.

They sat there for a while in silence, (Y/n) was just happy to have her company eventually she broke the silence.

"(Y/n). I love you, you know that right?"

"Course I do love"

"And if you ever need to talk about this I'm here alright" Hermione said squeezing his hand.

"Thanks Hermione" was all (Y/n) was able to muster. 

"(Y/n) (L/n) the headmaster would like to see you" Said a voice that caused the both of them to jump.

"I'm sorry Professor" (Y/n) said to McGonagall.

"It... it's alright (Y/n)" McGonagall said in a soothing tone. "I heard what happened. And I must say, nice throw" and (Y/n) could've sworn she gave him a smile.