Y/N enjoyed his detention. He sat happily talking with Hagrid for the hour before he looked at the time.

"I better go Hagrid, I have to go to the infirmary and get this fixed" he said pointing at his nose "before curfew or I'll be in even more trouble".

"No worries Y/N, it was good to meet ya. I'll see you tomorrow night".

Y/N said his goodbyes and left stopping about ten feet from Hagrid's door. He got the distinct feeling someone, or something, was watching him from the Forbidden Forest. He scanned the Forest with his eyes but couldn't see anything so he turned and walked towards the castle.

Madam Pomfrey was a nice, but firm, middle aged witch.

She fixed Y/N's nose with a quick episkey, before quizzing him on how it happened. Y/N said he tripped but refused to expand on more than that. He walked towards the Gryffindor common room but stopped as he saw the bully walk into a bathroom by himself.

Y/N smiled, perhaps sadistically, and followed him in. He stood waiting as the older teen used a cubicle. He flushed and exited before stopping suddenly, seeing Y/N pointing his wand right at him.

He reached for his wand but fumbled.

Expelliarmus

The half held wand flew out of the bullies hand and into Y/N's who then pointed it at him.

"What's your name?" He asked the bully.

"Ea-Eamon Mc-McLaggen"

"You related to Tiberius?"

"He's my uncle"

"Makes sense he's a prick too"

The bully was now standing there without a wand, terrified. Y/N stared at him with no expression.....

Suddenly he fired a barrage of curses and hexes at McLaggen who fell to the floor in tears.

He was laying in the fetal position. His skin was bright green, he had no hair, painful spikes erupted from the back of his hands and huge pus filled boils covered his skin and were periodically erupting.

Tears streamed down his face as Y/N approached him, still emotionless.

"Think it was smart to piss off a Deimos? One last thing...."

Obliviate

Y/N dropped McLaggen's wand next to him and silently left the bathroom. He ran to the fifth floor corridor and found just the painting he was looking for. He smiled.

Y/N woke early and dressed, heading down to the common room. Only Granger was in there again. Once again she looked up before looking down in obvious fear at her book. Y/N felt extremely frustrated with this but didn't know why. He didn't care when others feared him, why did it bother him so much when she did?

He tried to shake it off as he left the common room and headed down to breakfast.

He was sat at the far end of the table alone, until Neville came in and joined him.

"Hi Y/N" he smiled cheerfully.

"Hi Nev. Sleep well?"

"Yeah I did thanks"

They chatted as they ate, far more than Y/N was used to talking when suddenly the Irish kid from their dorm (Seamus or Guinness or something- Y/N didn't pay much attention to these bleating sheep) came running in. He yelled to the other first years who were sat a few seats down from Y/N and Neville.

"Eamon McLaggen has been attacked. They reckon he was lying in the toilet all night crying."

The group of first years all turned and looked at Y/N as one. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Why are they all staring at me Nev?"

"Because Eamon was attacked".

"Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"He's the one who tripped you yesterday."

"Oh" Y/N looked back down thoughtfully before continuing.

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer prick".

Y/N went back to eating his breakfast as Percy came swanning up behind him- chest out and nose in the air.

"You've done it this time Deimos. I knew you were a bad apple. Now you're going to be expelled for sure."

"Am I Weasel? That's lovely. What for?"

"Don't act dumb with me. We both know you did it and I'm taking you to the Headmaster's office right now".

The hall went silent watching this play out.

"You don't have a shred of proof except your prejudice Weasel. Did the headmaster request me?"

"No but..."

"Then I'm going to finish my breakfast and go to class. Fuck off".

A collective gasp was heard around the hall. Percy turned purple with rage.

"You will get up now. I am your prefect." He managed to stutter out in his rage.

"And that means exactly zero fucks to me. Piss off you're putting me off my breakfast with your ridiculous ginger pubes haircut".

Snickers could be heard along the Gryffindor table, except Ron who looked livid.

"Get up now that's an order" Percy bellowed. Unfortunately for Percy, the angrier he got, the higher pitch his voice was. He sounded like a toddler having a tantrum at the present moment.

"Like I said, unless the Headmaster asked to see me I'm not going anywhere. Fuck off".

Percy snapped.

"Right you little shit".

He grabbed Y/N by the collar pulling him back and crashing to the floor, the back of his head connecting with it making a sickening thud, blood could instantly be seen pooling underneath him.

Y/N rolled to the side and tried to stand up as some other prefects came over.

"Weasley calm down".

"You're bang out of order"

Percy was still seething, his nostrils flared at the insolence of this boy who got to his feet, holding the back of his head. He brought his hand to his face, and saw it covered with blood. He looked at Percy.

Percy gulped.

Crack

A sickening thud was heard as Y/N's fist connected with Percy's eye socket. He crumbled instantly holding his eye.

Y/N started to speak

"Don't you ever touch me..." before his legs gave out on him and he collapsed to the floor.

"What on earth is going on here?" Professor McGonagall stormed into the great hall over to the Gryffindor table to see Percy sitting up crying holding his eye and Y/N on all fours holding the back of his head which was profusely bleeding. Neville Longbottom had a hand on Y/N's shoulder trying to convince him to stay down.

"It's Deimos's fault he hit my brother" Ron yelled out.

"Percy was bang out of order." Fred Weasley spoke up.

"He threw Y/N to the floor first and split his head open".

"Enough" McGonagall screamed. "In all my years as head of Gryffindor house never have I..."

She tried to take a deep breath and compose herself.

"Percy Weasley, get up and go to the infirmary now".

"Longbottom can you help Y/N to the infirmary?"

"I don't know Professor, he's bigger and heavier than me" Neville gulped.

"We'll take him" Fred Weasley called out.

"We owe him for what our bonehead of a brother did to him". George agreed.

They got up and helped Y/N to his feet, each taking an arm around their shoulders.

"We got you Y/N" one said.

"One step at a time".

The hall watched as Y/N slowly made his way out of the hall, blood still trickling behind him, as he struggled to put one foot in front of the other. When he had left Ron turned to Harry and Seamus.

"He better get expelled or else"

"Why would he be?" Harry asked. "He was defending himself"

"Your brother's behaviour since we got here has been disgraceful and certainly not in line with what is expected of a Prefect". Hermione spoke up with coolness in her voice.

"Nobody asked you" Ron snapped causing Hermione to huff and turn back to her book.

Hermione looked out for Y/N to arrive at Herbology that morning, He never arrived. Neville was looking around anxious as well.

As they sat at morning tea Neville worked up the courage to speak to the twins.

"Fr-Fred. Ge-George. Do you know where Y/N is?"

"Still in the infirmary. Pomfrey said he had a nasty concussion and some blood loss so he has to stay there for a few days. He was passed out when we left."

Neville looked down, feeling worried for his friend, while Hermione was quite concerned for the boy overall.