The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

33: Monsters Within

Y/N collided heavily upon the ground, Harry landed beside him, clutching Cedric's corspe as though it was his lifeline. His eyes were glassy and his expression blank. Harry was showing all the signs of heavy trauma by the events that had occurred in the small time period of roughly an hour and a half. His skinny frame shook as he clinged onto Cedric, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

Y/N was fading in and out of consciousness, his head pounding and body shrieking with agonising pain. Every joint in his body protested with a staggering stubbornness as he attempted to shakily get to his feet. He felt the blood around his scalp, eyes, ears and nose dribble down his face and drip onto the floor.

A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams... He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise...

Then a pair of hands seized Harry roughly and turned him over.

"Harry! Harry!"
　　
Harry seemed to snap out of his trance.
　　
He was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer; Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.

"He'll need to go to the hospital wing!" Fudge was saying loudly. "He's ill, he's injured - Dumbledore, Diggory's parents, they're here, they're in the stands..."

"I'll take Harry, Dumbledore, I'll take him -"

"No, I would prefer -"

"Dumbledore, Amos Diggory's running... he's coming over... Don't you think you should tell him - before he sees - ?"

"Harry, stay here -" said Dumbledore, as he quickly left the scene, presumably to get Madam Pomfrey.

Y/N, who had shot up red sparks to alert the crowd of people where they were, seemed to be getting a reaction far from any form of appreciation. It was the quite the opposite, actually.

"What's happened?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Diggory's dead!"

Y/N let out a grunt as he was viciously slammed, face first, to the ground, by almost fifteen adult wizards, most probably Aurors. The familiar metallic taste exploded throughout the taste-buds on his tongue as fresh blood seeped from his mouth.

"You've been caught! What have you done, L/N?!" shrieked Fudge, at the moment of Dumbledore's absence. "You are under arrest for the murder of Cedric Diggory!"

Fudge.

Y/N struggled under the grip of his captors, trying to lift his head. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tonks desperately tryinging to reach him, but she too, was being held back a group of Aurors.

What are you doing, you idiot? He thought weakly. Stop it. You'll lose your dream job when you've only just got it.

Hermione was also trying to reach him, but she was caught up with the rest of the crowd, and unable to get any further, she had tears trickling down her face, and she wasn't the only one.

Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically... The scene flickered oddly before his eyes...

And then he saw it.

In the moment of all the chaos, he noticed the Harry was no longer with them. As though time was moving in slow motion around him, he ignored the shouts of "Don't move!" from his captors and turned his head, seeing Mad-Eye Moody slip away from the scene - with Harry.

"No..." Y/N mumbled inaudibly. "Someone stop him... its him... he did it..."

"He's delerious," came the gruff voice of one of his aggressors. "And the blood on him is his own."