The Chamber of Secrets - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

After they had gotten the book from an extremely suspicious Madam Prince, the four of them barricaded themselves in Moaning Myrtle's out-of-order bathroom. Hermione had overridden Ron's objections by pointing out that it was the last place anyone in their right mind would go, so they were guaranteed some privacy. Moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her cubicle, but they were ignoring her, and she them.

Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully, and the three of them bent over the damp-spotted pages. It was clear from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section. Harry, Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione winced at the sight of the gruesome images.

"Here it is," said Hermione excitedly, as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people, (Y/n) had to admit that the artist had done a good job of perfectly screeching the pained facial expressions of the people drawn.

"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen," he said, reading through the ingredients as they scanned the recipe. Hermione nodded.

"Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed and knot grass," she murmured, reading aloud. "Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store cupboard, we can help ourselves. Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - don't know where we're going to get that... Shredded skin of a Boomslang - that'll be tricky too - and of course, a bit of whoever we're changing into."

"Excuse me?" said Ron sharply. "What d'you mean, a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it..."

Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard him.

"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last..."

Ron turned, speechless, to Harry, who seemed to have another worry and spoke up.

"D'you realise how much we're going to have to steal Hermione? Shredded skin of a Boomslang, that's definitely not in the students' cupboard. What are we going to do, break into Snape's private stores? I don't know if this is a good idea."

(Y/n) narrowed his eyes as Hermione shut the book with a snap. "Wimp," he said.

"Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine," Hermione said, addressing Harry and Ron. There were bright pink patches on her cheeks and her eyes were brighter than usual. "I don't want to break rules, you know. But (Y/n) would probably do so without a second thought, but if you two don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, then (Y/n) and I will do it ourselves..."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be persuading us to break rules," said Ron. "All right, well do it. But no toenails, Okay?"

"How long will it take to make, anyway?" said Harry as Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again.

(Y/n) did a quick scan of the page. "A month. The fluxweed has got to pick at the full moon and the lacewings have to be stewed for twenty-one days."

"A month?" said Ron. "Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!"

"But it's the best plan we've got," Harry said, "so full steam ahead I say."

On Saturday morning, the entire school were in the stands, cheering as the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams both emerged. (Y/n), Ron and Hermione sat in their seats, watching anxiously as Flint and Wood shook hands, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than necessary.

"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch, "three... two... one..."

With a roar from the crowd to speed them upwards, the fourteen players rose towards the leaden sky. Harry flew higher than any of them, squinting around for the Snitch.

(Y/n) noticed Malfoy yell something at Harry, shooting underneath him and showing off the speed of his broom. At that moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting towards him; he avoided it so narrowly that (Y/n) saw Harry's hair ruffle as it passed.

George Weasley then streaked past him, club in his hand, and whacked the Bludger towards the direction of Adrian Pucey, but the Bludger changed direction in mid-air and shot straight for Harry again.

This left (Y/n), who was sitting in his chair in the stands, very befuddled. The Bludger never changed course, and usually whizzed in the direction it was hit in.

Harry had to drop quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard towards Malfoy. Once again, the Bludger boomeranged back towards Harry's head.

Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed towards the other end of the pitch, the Bludger right behind him. Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end, and with all his might, swing at the Bludger, knocking it off course.

However, as though magnetically attracted to him, the Bludger pelted after Harry once more.

It had started to rain, Lee Jordan, who was commenting, said, "Slytherin lead, Sixty points to zero."

Fred and George had been focusing all their attention on protecting Harry from the Bludger, and Slytherin were using this to their advantage.

"Someone's tampered with that Bludger." (Y/n) growled. Hermione, who had gone pale from watching, suddenly gripped his hand tightly as the Bludger swerved towards Harry once more, this time, Harry had been too slow, and it slammed into his arm, the sickening crack could be heard even from the stands.

(Y/n) stood off of his seat, his own hand crushed from how hard Hermione had been squeezing it, and waved towards Wood, signalling for him to call off the match temporarily.

Wood got the message, and Madam Hooch's whistle rang out. The entire team flew to the ground, Fred and George assisting Harry.

When they had all reached the ground Harry gripped his arm and was clearly in pain, (Y/n), Ron, Hermione, and a few other students came spilling onto the pitch to see if he was all right.

The Bludger still hadn't stopped, and even though Harry was on the ground, it whizzed towards him once more.

"Finite Incatatem!" (Y/n) bellowed, pointing his wand towards it. It exploded before it could make contact with Harry again.

"Harry!" (Y/n) called, "Is your arm broken?"

Harry nodded, gritting his teeth through the pain.

"He can't carry on playing like this." (Y/n) told Wood sternly. "We need to call off the match and get him to the Hospital Wing.

"But he hasn't caught the Snitch yet -" Wood started.

"No need!" came a frivolous voice from the crowd. "I'll mend poor Harry's arm! He'll be able to carry on playing in no time!"

(Y/n) clenched his fists as Lockhart's smug face came bursting through the small crowd of students. He also noticed Colin Creevey clicking madly with his camera, which further enraged him.

"Please don't," (Y/n) groaned. Lockhart ignored him and pulled out his wand.

To (Y/n)'s horror Harry's arm when rubbery. "Ah yes, that can sometimes happen." Said Lockhart. "Good thing is your bones are no longer broken" he said rolling Harry's arm up towards his shoulder. "Broken 'e got no bones!" Hagrid bellowed at Lockhart. "Not to worry I can fix it" Said Lockhart raising his wand once more.

"I think you've done enough" (Y/n) said to Lockhart and he picked up Harry and carried him to the hospital wing.