Y/N woke and saw the time was 7:00am. He opened the window to let Swoop fly around for the day before noticing his roommates were all still asleep.

"Not my responsibility" he chuckled as he took a towel and headed to the showers. After a quick wash he went back and got dressed for the day. He went over to Neville's bed and gently tapped his shoulder.

Neville woke up with a half asleep look on his face. "Nearly 7:30 Nev, better get up" Neville looked scared for a moment, then puzzled, then thanked Y/N as he walked out the door.

Y/N walked down the stairs and saw Hermione sitting in the common room reading. She looked up and saw him and instantly pushed her face further into her book.

Y/N sighed. He thought she seemed nice, if a little bossy, when he met her on the train. He should have known she was like everyone else. He walked out the common room and down to breakfast.

There were a few students already in the great hall eating breakfast when he arrived, the soft hum of conversation echoing around the large room. They stopped instantly when he walked in. Y/N was already in a grumpy mood but this turned it absolutely sour.

Just over 12 hours into his Hogwarts education and he was already feared and/or hated by everyone here.

He sat down and poured a bowl of cereal and ate, not focusing on anything but the bowl. He finished and looked up, seeing a 12 foot gap on either side of him and students huddled at both ends. He felt his anger rising but just ignored it the best he could.

It was at that time Percy the pompous prefect was walking around handing out timetables. He got to Y/N, scrunched up his copy and threw it on the floor.

"You're not wanted here Deimos. You should just leave." The other Gryffindors looked in shock and fright, waiting for Y/N's reaction.

He pushed himself up from the table with his hands and walked over to the crumpled piece of paper. He picked it up before standing and looking Percy dead in the eyes.

"You really are a fucking arsehole aren't you Weasel."

The table was shocked. Percy was shocked.

"Wh-What did you say?"

Y/N smirked. "I said you are weak and pathetic. You're a prefect and all you can do is pick on first years. You're a fucking joke."

Y/N then walked off, slamming his shoulder into Percy on the way passed.

"Detention" was Percy's reply. Y/N flipped him off over his shoulder.

"Two detentions"

Y/N grinned and flipped him off with both hands over his shoulders as he continued walking. The last thing he heard was Percy squawking about a week's worth of detentions as he exited the hall.

He got round the corner and unscrunched his timetable. He had Transfiguration first. He was half an hour early when he made it to class, but better being alone than around other people.

He opened the door to see no one in the classroom. He opened his bag and pulled out a book he had bought on raising Rocs and started to read.

Ten minutes later Professor McGonagall entered the classroom and saw Y/N sitting there. She walked up to him.

"Good morning Mr. Deimos"

He looked up from his book with his usual emotionless expression.

"Good morning Professor"

"I'm glad to see you here early and keen, but I've just had a chat with Percy Weasley."

Y/N sighed. He knew what was coming.

"Is it true you swore at him, and then used vulgar hand signs at him?"

"Yes Professor"

"Why Mr. Deimos?"

Y/N went to open his mouth and speak before he thought better of it. Why bother, he was just going to be in trouble anyway.

"It doesn't matter ma'am. When and where are my detentions?"

McGonagall looked like she wanted to say something but held her tongue. She sighed.

"I'll ask you to go to Hagrid's hut, at 6pm each night this week after dinner. You will be serving your detentions with him."

"Tall guy, lives near the Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes Mr. L/N. You may read until class starts".

She turned to walk towards the desk before stopping.

"Enough people want to make life difficult for you Y/N. Don't make it easier for them."

Y/N listened to what she said but didn't react to it.

Hermione was the next student to arrive. She looked at Y/N nervously before sitting in the very first row. Y/N saw her through the corner of his eye but didn't acknowledge her. The rest of the class came in dribs and drabs, most choosing to sit as far away from Y/N as possible.

He ignored all of them until he felt someone sit next to him. He looked up shocked and saw it was Pansy, the girl from the boat.

"Hi Y/N, do you mind if I sit here?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you scared of me?"

"No. I think you're nice".

Y/N's eyebrow raised even higher.

"You don't even know me"

"Ok well. I think you're cute then".

Y/N had no idea what was happening. He sat there kind of stunned.

"So can I sit here?"

"Knock yourself out" Y/N said with no emotion, turning back to his book.

The class finally started. McGonagall handed out matchsticks and gave the students lengthy instructions on how to turn them into matchsticks, magically writing them on the board. She told the students to copy down the notes and returned to her desk, as a cat. Most of the class were shocked. Y/N wasn't interested. He quickly wrote down the notes and pushed the matchstick to the side, going back to his book.

Five minutes later Harry and Ron burst through the doors.

"Thank god we made it. Imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late."

The cat jumped off the desk and transfigured into a very unimpressed teacher.

"That was bloody brilliant" Ron commented.

"Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps I could transfigure yourself or Mr. Potter into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time".

"We got lost" Harry said with desperation in his voice.

"Then a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?"

Harry and Ron took the desk in front of Y/N and Pansy, the only desk that was available.

Ron gave Y/N a look of contempt, Harry meanwhile said quietly:

"Hi Y/N."

Y/N looked up shocked.

"Hey... Harry".

The class passed slowly. With 5 minutes to go no one had been able to transfigure their matchstick to a needle. Ron and Harry's were still matchsticks. Hermione had apparently done well, her matchstick was silver and slightly pointy.

McGonagall praised her and took it around the class, showing everyone what she had done. She stopped dead when she got to Y/N.

"Mr. Deimos. Why are you still reading that book and look...you haven't even touched your matchstick". Y/N closed his book and looked at the teacher.

"I was distracted".

"Distracted. Distracted? So help me if you aren't the most infuriating first year I've ever met. So help me if you don't transfigure that matchstick now I'll add another weeks worth of detentions".

Y/N pulled his wand from his sleeve, aimed at the matchstick and almost instantly it turned into a perfect needle.

McGonagall, Pansy, Ron and Harry's mouths all dropped.

"Why didn't you do that at the start of lesson Mr. Deimos?"

"You didn't threaten me with more detentions Professor".

The bell went and Y/N put his book away, stood and left the class, leaving a very stunned Professor and group of first years behind him.