The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Once back under the starry sky, Y/N watched as Harry heaved Dumbledore onto the top of the nearest boulder and then to his feet. Sodden and shivering, Y/N stood frozen after the sights in which he had just seen.

Caym was fighting another Elemental, which by all intensive purposes, seemed to be doing Fudge's bidding. Now more than ever, Fudge seemed out for blood, and now that he had an Elemental on his side, making matters worse, it seemed to be the very same Elemental that was once connected to Voldemort's mother.

He had no idea what to do.

The plan had failed - or at least, he thought as much. With Caym fighting the Elemental that Fudge had called Kodiak, Y/N's hopes of having the Elemental's on their side for the War were looking slim.

Dumbledore's weight still upon him, Harry concentrated harder than he had ever done upon his destination: Hogsmeade. Closing his eyes, gripping Dumbledore's arm as tightly as he could, he stepped forward into that feeling of horrible compression.

He knew it had worked before he opened his eyes: The smell of salt, the sea breeze had gone. He, Harry,  and Dumbledore were shivering and dripping in the middle of the dark High Street in Hogsmeade. For one horrible moment Y/N's imagination showed him more Inferi creeping toward him around the sides of shops, but he blinked and saw that nothing was stirring; all was still, the darkness complete but for a few streetlamps and lit upper windows.

"We did it, Professor!" Harry whispered with difficulty; . "We did it! We got the Horcrux!"

Dumbledore staggered against him. For a moment, Y/N thought that Harry's nexpert Apparition had thrown Dumbledore off balance; then he saw his face, paler and damper than ever in the distant light of a streetlamp.

"Sir, are you all right?" Y/N asked.

"I've been better," said Dumbledore weakly, though the corners of his mouth twitched. "That potion . . . was no health drink. . . ."

"I did warn you, Professor... Harry. great job thinking so fast on the Apparition, I can't believe-"

"No time to talk about that right now," said Harry dark;y. "We've got to get Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey-"

"No," said Dumbledore. "It is . . . Professor Snape whom I need. . . . But I do not think . . . I can walk very far just yet. . . ."

"Right — sir, listen — I'm going to knock on a door, Y/N you stay with him, I'll  find a place you can stay — then I can run and get Madam —"

"Severus," said Dumbledore clearly. "I need Severus. . . ."

"All right then, Snape — but I'm going to have to leave you for a moment with Y/N  so I can —"

Before Harry could make a move, however, Y/N heard running footsteps. His heart leapt: Somebody had seen, somebody knew they needed help — and looking around he saw Madam Rosmerta scurrying down the dark street toward them on high-heeled, fluffy slippers, wearing a silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons.

"I saw you Apparate as I was pulling my bedroom curtains! Thank goodness, thank goodness, I couldn't think what to — but what's wrong with Albus?"

She came to a halt, panting, and stared down, wide-eyed, at Dumbledore.

"He's hurt," said Harry. "Madam Rosmerta, can he come into the Three Broomsticks while I go up to the school and get help for him?"

"You can't go up there alone! Don't you realise — haven't you seen — ?

"Shit," Y/N said suddenly, turning to face the school as he pointed above the castle.

Y/N's heart plummeted, for there it was, hanging in the sky above the school: the blazing green skull with a serpent tongue, the mark Death Eaters left behind whenever they had entered a building . . . wherever they had murdered. . . .