The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

6: The Earth From Space

Mr Weasley woke them all after only a few hours sleep. He used magic to pack up the Weasleys tents, then assisted Y/N in packing up his own.

It seemed that Ellie wasn't going to wake up any time soon, so Y/N had to lift her limp form onto his back in a piggyback ride as they walked.

The original plan had been to have Bill Apparate them back to the Orphanage after the match, however, in light of what had happened, Mr Weasley insisted that they bring Ellie to the Burrow so that Mrs Weasley could do a full check-up on her.

They heard urgent voices as they approached the spot where the Portkeys lay and, when they reached it, they found a great number of witches and wizards gathered around Basil; they joined the queue, and were able to take and old rubber tyre to Stoatshead Hill before the sun had really risen.

They walked for some time before approaching a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees. This was Y/N's first time seeing Ron's home. It appeared to have once been a large stone pigsty, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories and so crooked that Y/N suspected that magic was holding it up. A cry echoed along the damp lane.

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Mrs Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running towards them, still wearing her bedroom slippers, her face pale and strained, a screwed-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand. "Arthur - I've been so worried - so worried -"

She flung her arms around Mr Weasleys neck, and the Daily Prophet fell out of her limp hand onto the ground. Looking down, Y/N saw the headline: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a twinkling, black and white photograph of the Dark Mark over the tree-tops.

"You're all right," Mrs Weasley muttered distracted, releasing Mr Weasley and staring around at them all with red eyes, "You're alive... oh, boys..."

Her eyes fell onto Y/N, who was still supporting the sleeping Ellie on his back. Her face paled and she immediately placed herself before her children, shielding them from him.

"What are you doing here?" she whimpered. There was no spite in her voice, instead, her voice trembled, terrified. "Arthur, what's he d-doing here?"

However much Y/N had expected this, what he had not expected was for Mrs Weasley to be quite as scared as she appeared to be. In their previous meetings, she would always express dislike or revulsion, but never open fear.

"He was with us in the Quidditch World Cup," Mr Weasley explained. "He paid for his own tickets and everything."

"B-but h-he - Arthur, why bring him h-here of all -"

"I know what you're thinking." Mr Weasley interrupted. "But whatever the Prophet's said about what happened regarding him isn't true. L/N was not the one who conjured the Dark Mark. Come on, now Molly, we're perfectly okay. Bill pick up that paper, I want to see exactly what's it's been saying about L/N..."

When they were all crammed into the Burrow's tiny kitchen, Y/N had placed Ellie down on the couch in the living room, and Hermione had made Mrs Weasley a cup of very strong tea, into which Mr Weasley insisted on pouring a shot of Ogdens Old Firewhisky, Bill handed his father the newspaper. Mr Weasley scanned the front page while Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I knew it," said Mr Weasley heavily. "Ministry blunders... culprits not apprehended... lax security... Dark wizards running unchecked... national disgrace... Who wrote this? Ah... of course... Rita Skeeter."

Y/N ears perked up at the sound of that name. It was one he'd never forget, though he had never actually met her in person. Rita Skeeter had been the one who wrote the article which had exposed his parentage to the wizarding world.