Harry Potter Series Rewrite (x Reader Insert) The Chamber of Secrets Pt.3
Summary: As your second year at Hogwarts begin, something instantly feels wrong. Dark...cold. Something has awoken, and it seeks death.
Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)
Parts 1&2 are on my page! (There's not much there, so it's easy to find!) Happy reading!
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You're surrounded by darkness. You'd think you'd be used to it by now, but the darkness always seemed to consume you. You toss and turn in bed as images flood your mind in your sleep. Blood, scales, water. They flash by so quickly, some are hard to distinguish. You hear children crying, but the particular moans of a young girl overpower them all. You feel fear and dread, but most of all...hatred. Sharp, yellow eyes lurk around every corner, and you begin to hear an ancient language that preceeds all others. Sweat layers your forehead as your heart continues to race. Unintelligable words come out of your mouth as you fight against the images and feelings ruining your sleep. Deep within the walls of the castle, you feel cold. You see red hair, lifeless eyes, and a diary. You see ink appear on the pages, then hear it speak... "Y/n Potter..." You shoot straight up in bed, breath unsteady, sheets wet. Taking a minute to gather your senses, you close your eyes and try to make sense of what you just saw. "This wasn't just a dream", you think to yourself. The castle doesn't feel the same. The walls are whispering, the pipes echos flow through the building, and something hungry now lurked in the darkness...a monster.
The next day your first lesson is in the greenhouse with Professor Sprout. You like her. She's one of the few professors you've noticed that truly loves her specialty and cares for magic itself. You resonate with her. Today you are learning to re-pot Mandrakes. Not only are you tired from the lack of sleep you got last night, but your soul is resisting what you're about to do. You've always felt the most connected and alive when you were around nature. Roots, plants...life. Professor Sprout was also one of your favorites because she allowed for you to often come into the greenhouse during downtime hours and just be. Though these Mandrakes could help someone or something someday, you still recoil at the thought of ripping these babies from the comfort of their pot. Hermione earns your house points for her knowledge and you're all instructed to put on ear muffs before the professor begins her demonstration. "Grasp your Mandrake firmly, and pull straight up!" She pulls the plant out of the pot, and you instantly hear the shrieks of the poor thing. Though its voice is loud, the sadness and fear it pour into the atmosphere is louder to you.
Neville passes out, then everyone grabs ahold of their own Mandrakes. On the professor's count, they all put them out. Everyone except you. Shrieks fill your ears, and tears pool in your eyes as you stare at your untouched pot. You'd really rather not do this if you don't have to. "Miss Potter", Professor Sprout speaks softly behind you. "Something the matter?" She asks, though her face says she already understands. "This feels mean. They're so sad..." you respond, not sure if she can even hear you above the high-pitched noises. She smiles and pats your shoulder in comfort before telling you, "Yes, dear. That comes naturally to them. But remember...this is their purpose. Quite often, it hurts to do what we know is our duty. We may dread it, even fight it, but we still understand what role we must play. It takes courage to do what frightens us." Your eyes go wide at her words. Though she speaks of the Mandrakes, you can't help but sense that these words mean much more than this. You simply nod in response before facing your Mandrake once more. You carefully grab it and pull it out, its shrieks vibrating through your skull. You stare at the sad creature, a tear falling from your right eye. "It's ok, baby", you whisper, brushing its cheek with your finger. The shrieking continues, but you feel its fear decrease. You smile at it before adding, "We're gonna put you in a new home so you can grow big and strong."
Next on your schedule is "Defense Against the Dark Arts". For some odd reason, it's being taught by Gilderoy Lockhart. You can't help but roll your eyes as soon as he steps into class and starts talking. You're not even sure if this man has a soul, considering how empty he feels. Each word spoken is rehearsed, every story told with a hint of...mischief. You side-eye Hermione as she practically drools over the older man. You finally nudge her with your shoulder. "Really?" she asks. "Don't 'really' me! Really, him??" You ask incredulously. She simply shrugs before her eyes are back on him. The whole class was a disaster. Pixies, chaos, and poor Neville. "Why is it always me?" He asks as he hangs from his robes on the fixture, having been left there by the pixies. Class was...dismissed early, considering the professor ran out of the classroom and left you all (Hermione, really) to handle to uncontrollable creatures. The rest of the students had left, but you looked up to see Neville still hanging. You pull out your wand and raise it towards the boy. "Wingardium Leviosa" you speak lightly as you swish and flick. The fabric of his robes levitates just enough to unhook him, then you concentrate as you bring him back to the ground gently. Once his feet planted, he looked at you with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Y/n." You smile back at him before locking your arm with his to walk to your next class. "Anytime, Neville." You reply to him, then your eyes cloud over with with visions. Past and future. A curse, torture, and a baby boy crying in his crib for his parents. Then it switches. Victory, courage, family. "You alright, y/n?" Neville's voice breaks your trance. You look the young boy in the eyes, then smile. "It won't always be this way, Neville." He looked at you with confusion on his features, so you add, "You're destined for great things, Neville. Please remember that." Still confused, but hopeful, he nods at you as you continue on to your next class.
Later in the week, you are studying with Hermione and Ron outside where the weather is nice. Harry is gearing up for practice. While reading the ingredients to Polyjuice potion, you hear Oliver Wood's voice nearby. Looking up, you see the Slytherin and Gryffindor team facing each other, as well as a young Malfoy fresh on the Slytherin team. "This won't be good", you state to the others as you put your book down and start walking towards the two teams. You come to a halt when you notice the fancy broomsticks that each Slytherin holds. "How did you get those??" Ron asks. The leader with the horrid teeth smiles as he replies, "Draco's father." "You see Weasley, unlike some," Malfoy began. "My father can afford the best." You roll your eyes at the statement, then Hermione chimes in. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." You nod your head in agreement, then clench your fists as Malfoy walks up to your best friend. "No one asked your opinion...you filthy little mudblood!"
The air around you thins, everyone gasps in shock, and your blood begins to boil. Hermione has confided in you before about her parents, and the way some people feel about "muggle-born" children. You felt it from Hermione as soon as the word left Draco's mouth: pain. She usually didn't show open hurt like that, having built up walls of protection. But you knew the severity of this statement made towards her. Her face had paled, but you could see she wasn't going to fight. That somehow made you ever more upset. Normally you're not confrontational, in fact, you despise confrontation. That being said, no one gets to hurt your family like that. Before Ron or Harry could speak up, you take one big step until you're toe-to-toe with Draco Malfoy. Everyone's eyes widened, even Draco's, slightly. He soon produced a smirk on his face. "Awe, the other Potter finally-" "Say it again." You interrupt. Your voice was surprisingly soft, and perhaps that frightened the other's more. Even the birds that had been in the area suddenly all fluttered away from the scene. Malfoy's smirk flattened a little. "W-what?" He stuttered. "Say. It. Again." You repeat, more slowly. You felt a flash of something in his spirit. Fear? Regret? You couldn't quite tell, but it sure was different. Of course, he didn't back down. "I said she's a filthy. Mud. Blood." He repeated in a similar tone to your previous statement.
 "You wanna know something strange, Malfoy?" You ask genuinely, which only confused him moreso, but you didn't give him time to respond. "You care so much about blood 'purity', but guess what...magic doesn't. Magic chose Hermione before it ever knew her blood. And you know what else? Hermione is the best that this school has ever seen!" The other Slytherin's give each other confused looks at your words. You take in a breath before continuing. "But you knew that already...we all do. You simply choose to insult her because even though you've been taught to see someone of her heritage as lesser...you can't help but admit that she is extraordinary." Silence soon follows your words, having done their job. Malfoy chuckles, perhaps to cover up the gulp that only you seemed to hear. "You think you're clever!" He spits out. "I think you're scared." You retort. The fire that's been burning in the courtyard firepit shot up high once, then settled. Not that anyone noticed. A beat of silence, then another. You lean in closer to Malfoy, and you see him holding in his breath. "You do not get to speak to her that way ever again." You end on that note. Not a threat...neccessarily.
You walked away from that encounter feeling completely drained. Once you and your trio of friends made it back to the common room, you rub your hands over your eyes. "Y/n?" Harry calls out from behind you. You turn around with red, glossy eyes. "I-I didn't mean to..." You begin, feeling ridiculous for your words. They didn't quite feel like your own. "You're terrifying, you know." Ron chimes in with a chuckle. You let out a breathy laugh at his statemtent, then look at Hermione, her bracelet glowing bright. Tears fall down your face. "Hermione-" You are interupted by Hermione embracing you in a hug, tighter than she intended to. You didn't hesitate before wrapping your own arms around her, squeezing her gently. "Thank you, Y/n." She whispers. You smile before pulling back form her and looking her in the eyes. "You never deserve that word..."