The Order of the Phoenix - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

5: 'Super Secret Place'

"Dementors?" enquired Y/N.

The three of them were in Harry's room, and the green-eyed young wizard was sitting on his bed, trying his best to ignore the frantic beating of his heart as he read through the second letter that the Ministry had sent.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken.

Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further enquiries.

With best wishes,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

"Oi," said Y/N impatiently, snapping his fingers in front of Harry's dazed face. "You can't just drop a bomb that Dementors have attacked you, and then go all quiet."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was once again interrupted.

"OPEN THE DOOR THIS MINUTE!" screamed a voice from outside Harry's room, pounding heavily against the door. "I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY SON!"

"Doesn't he ever give up?" Y/N groaned.

Y/N grabbed ahold of the door handle and swung it open, smacking it onto Vernon's already-broken nose.

"What?" he said aggressively.

"You know bloody well what!" snapped Vernon, rubbing his nose so aggressively that you'd think he couldn't feel the sweltering pain. "You come into my home, break my nose, and then take that freak up to his room like you own the place! I won't have it, I tell you, I demand an explanation! My son is in a state!"

Y/N stared at Vernon, his expression of disdain evident.

"DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE -"

Vernon was abruptly cut off as the door closed with a snap, right in his purpling face.

"I can't even be bothered to hit him anymore." said Y/N, in a disgusted voice. "he's too far gone."

"To be fair, he is worrying about his son." Hermione pointed out fairly.

"That pig he calls a son spends his free time beating up eleven year olds." said Harry nastily. "I think a little bit of worry is long overdue."

"Well said." agreed Y/N, before leaning against the worn-looking wall of Harry's room. "So? What happened?"

Harry explained how he and his cousin had been attacked, how two Dementors had appeared from nowhere and chased after them, how he had to cast a Patronus three times to drive them away, and how Dudley, having experienced the soul-sucking aura of the vile creatures, was now pinning the blame on him.

"When Mrs Figg came to help us out after we had gotten away, she had Hedwig with her," Harry explained. "I sent a letter to Ron then and there demanding to know what was up. I even told her to peck the life out of him just for the hell of it."

"Well, she made it to wherever this 'secret place' is in record time," said Y/N, impressed. "Ron sent me a letter only twenty minutes ago, telling me that you had been attacked and asking if I was with you. The owl he sent wasn't even Pig, it was a regular post-owl. I'm surprised he had the time."