Voldemort, Tom Riddle and You - Alphas Mate (Harry Potter reader-insert fic)

Save me!

Voldemort is standing in front of the Aurors and is talking to them. You think you will see Tom and Harry Potter appearing behind Voldemort at any moment, but the minutes pass by without them arriving. Have they stayed at the farm or are they looking for you elsewhere?, you wonder, as you press your pearl bag tightly against your chest, as if you want to hold on to it, because right now you feel as though you are being pulled into a deep, dark abyss that has opened up under your feet to swallow you up.

You slowly move away from the window, afraid that one quick movement would be enough to draw his gaze upon you. You have to leave, you say to yourself, and you cross the room and stop in front of your daughter. You are sorry to have to wake her up, while she is sleeping so peacefully. You put your hand on her shoulder and you gently shake her.

And then suddenly, without any warning, you feel a foreign magic washing over your body. Your hair stand up on the back of your neck and you feel goose bumps all over your body.

"Expulso!"

Your eyes widen, and in the next second you are thrown against the wall. You feel pain running down your back, and a croaking noise escapes you. As you fall down on the mattress, you hear the hotel room door hit the floor. Immediately you get up on all fours, and you see your daughter is sitting in bed with a frightened face, and you hear her screaming in fear.

The spell has ripped the door off its hinges, and out of the corner of your eye you see that Minky and Tinky have fled under the table and are holding each other, trembling in fear.

Four wizards, their wands drawn, are storming into the room. Death Eaters!, you think, but their faces are not hidden under grotesque looking masks. And yet you cannot recognize their faces, a spell is blurring their features.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins and makes your mind razor sharp. Your wand jumps out of its holster into your hand and you fire a silent Protego horibillis, while at the same time you hear a male voice shouting: "Expelliarmus!" and a female voice: "Stupefy!"

The spells are bouncing off your shield, hitting the wall and the window, which shatters under a loud noise. You lean protectively over your daughter, who screams so loudly that she will wake up the entire hotel.

Spells keep hitting your shield, and you feel it weaken under the attacks of four wizards, and you see it shatter. Instantly, you fire at them non-verbally every spell that comes to your mind, your hand is shaking so much that some of your spells hit the wall behind your opponents. However, if you hit the wizards, your spells are easily repelled by their wands.

You feel yourself getting terrified, knowing that you are not powerful enough to duel four wizards at once, and you prepare to apparate with your daughter. When you grab her, you feel a flaming, terrible pain in your wand hand, and when you look at your hand, you see it being badly cut up. Blood gushes out of many tiny wounds, dripping onto your daughter, who you now hear whimpering as she holds her Streeler plush toy firmly against her chest.

You can no longer move your hand!

You feel that you have no more feeling in your fingers and your wand falls from your hand.

"Accio wand!"

Your wand ends up in the hand of one of the wizards.

You feel your heart beating fast, and you are overcome with terror when your wand is taken from you. You don't know who your attackers are, but you know you will do anything to protect your daughter. And you reach into your pearl bag, which lies in front of you. Your potions are in glass bottles that come in various shapes and sizes. With your healthy hand you quickly feel a potion that is useful to you, and you throw the bottle at the four wizards.