The family returned to the Burrow and Y/N was in an especially aggravated mood. He went to the backyard and knelt, attempting to meditate, to calm himself. After a frustrating ten minutes he swore and yelled out to Molly who was just exiting the house to check on him.

"Molly I'm going out for a while. I'll be back later"

Before she could reply Y/N had apparated. Molly sighed. She was greatly concerned for her godson.

-~-

Y/N appeared at his desired destination. The biting cold brought a smile to his face. India was five and a half hours ahead of Britain and as he had left in mid afternoon the area he had landed was pitch black already. The only light for miles was the pitched torches leading up the narrow path to Kedarnath. Y/N smiled again happily.

He walked up the path to the main temple of the complex, smiling and nodding at several wizards he passed- a Muslim cleric, several Buddhist Monks, even a couple of Franciscans- many came in pilgrimage from all walks of life to become disciples of Lord Dhalsim. Y/N had no clue why he was given such an honoured and sought after position at his age, to be one to sit at Dhalsim's feet so freely. He walked passed Dhalsim's Pujaris, the men who stopped many from entering his temple's interior, and they bowed to Y/N as he returned it.

Why Y/N was held in such high regard he didn't know. There was the Prophesied One nonsense that 311 and the Department of Mysteries seemed so obsessed with, the one that Voldemort had seemed so certain on- that Y/N was going to be the one to kill Voldemort- but that was Britain. The Wizarding nations were particularly unacquiesced to engage in the affairs of other Wizarding nations. As long as the matter was dealt with or only affected internal politics, there was no reason for Y/N being the Prophesied One of Britain to have any sway or respect here.

Y/N had argued with Jacob all summer for more information about the prophecy, not to mention Voldemort's goading over Y/N's (and therefore Jacobs) lineage. Jacob refused to discuss either matter. Y/N wasn't a fool, he knew something was going on he was kept in the dark about. It was something important, but he let the matter lie for the time being. Hermione's safety remained his only priority.

Y/N walked forward and approached the seated Lord, placing his hands together and bowing:

It was returned by the aged Master who then smiled, asking:

"I sense tremendous turmoil in you Shishya. You are not able to find your quiet"

"No master" Y/N replied as he knelt in a seated position of balance. "It is why I returned. There was an incident, a number of incidents and Hermione just went home... I feel..."

Y/N trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. Dhalsim smiled warmly to his young student:

"Perhaps open your mind to me Shishya, allow me to see your troubles."

Y/N nodded and did something he would do for very few, a very select few he trusted fully. He completely opened his mind to his Guru.

Dhalsim observed Y/N's earliest memories- a cold mother turning violent when his brother left for school, house elves tending to his tortured, bloodied and broken body lovingly. Of Jacob and his distinct form of torture and neglect. The Hindu Lord's heart broke for his young student and all he had suffered.

He flew forward in time to Y/N's first time meeting Hermione. Dhalsim smiled, he recognised the zing of two star crossed lovers, two soulmates meeting for the first time, even as the two children were far too young to recognise it.

He observed as Y/N started to get positive results, causing him to push harder, work harder, getting even more positive results- the positive feedback loop that Y/N had been on for the last three years was now reaching a fever pitch. Amazingly, at just the tender age of twelve, Y/N was magically stronger and more seasoned than 90% of wizards and witches on the planet.

At his currently trajectory Y/N would surpass even Dhalsim and Dumbledore by the time he graduated. When he reached full maturity he could even be greater and more powerful than Merlin himself.

Dhalsim also saw that dark stain on Y/N's heart, on his very soul. Dhalsim knew what that stain was, but the boy was not ready to learn about that. To do so now would destroy him.

Dhalsim turned his observation to recent events- the torture of the Muggle family, the two murders, the severe beating of Malfoy... the emergence of The Punisher. He chuckled as he withdrew from Y/N's mind.

"You have been busy, Shishya, the emergence of this Punisher. To get rid of filth sometimes you need to get dirty"

Y/N nodded, grateful his teacher understood- there was no way he could have been this trusting with Dumbledore or even Dean... especially with Dean:

"Thank you. It's just the filth is everywhere Guru, it's like this rotten decaying stink in my nose and I can't get rid of it. Blood Supremacists, scumbags, rapists, murderers... although I'm a murderer too. Can't really-"

Dhalsim snapped, interrupting and surprising Y/N:

"No Y/N. You're a killer, not a murderer. Every kill you have done has been on an evil man or woman, correct?"

Y/N nodded.

"It's an important distinction Y/N. Tell me though, do you ever feel pushed in that direction, from within?"

"I do Guru... why?" Y/N asked puzzled.

"Just a suspicion I had. I think I may be able to help you Y/N. Hermione is in no danger away from Hogwarts, you know this in your heart, but your mind and spirit are both torn, not being with her and not having something to focus on."

Y/N nodded, looking at the Guru puzzled. Dhalsim smiled, telling Y/N:

"Close your eyes, and let down all of your mental shields again my boy."

Y/N nodded and did so, until a few moments later Dhalsim said happily:

"Open your eyes Y/N"

Y/N did so and looked around in shock.

He took in the room, it was stunningly beautiful and seemed Japanese in its design. Y/N was extremely confused as he turned to his Guru.

"Lord, are we in Japan? I didn't feel myself apparate?"

Dhalsim smiled at his young charge as he spoke.

"You are correct that this is a Japanese room. You have a very good eye. It is the duelling club of Mahoutokoro. This room's beauty has always struck me. We are not in Japan though my student" Dhalsim smiled before looking at a confused Y/N sincerely:

"This is a mental construct within your mind Y/N, I have created it. I am the only wizard on the planet with the ability to do this. To create a mental construct of such realism takes a strength of Magical will and raw Legilimency power few individuals will ever possess. Albus can't do it, even Voldemort could only send images to his victims. But I believe you are capable of this, Y/N. As I said I created it in your mind, now you must learn to create it. It has the same basic rules as the real world, rules like gravity. What you need to learn is that some rules can be broken. Some bent. Within this construct you can train yourself, and others, much harder- not in physical strength but in combat, in reflexes that will carry over to the real world. Now..."

Lord Dhalsim pulled his wand and smiled.

"Hit me my student. If you can..."

-~-

Y/N was laying flat on his back breathless, blood and sweat and scorch marks lacing his body as Dhalsim stood and smiled, completely unblemished from any of Y/N's attacks.

Y/N saw the walls of the Mahoutokoro dojo around him shimmer and fade, like a mirage, and he looked around in shock. He was back in the temple, still in his meditative pose, no sign of any physical damage. He looked at his smiling Guru.

"That was incredible Guru- the illusionary construct looked as real as reality itself. How long were we in there, Master?"

"Look at your watch, Shishya" Dhalsim replied.

Y/N looked down at his watch, his eyes widening in shock.

"Te... ten minutes? But it felt like-"

"As I said Shishya, the rules of reality, when understood, can be broken in a mental construct. For now I will join you in your mind as you create one. When you master doing so within your own mind, you then will be able to create one in others' minds"

"Others..." Y/N trailed off as he pondered his Master's meaning. Dhalsim looked at Y/N pragmatically.

"To train... to torture... I merely give you the tools my boy. You must decide how and when you will employ them. Remember my words though. You must become a monster, only then can you learn how to control it!"

Y/N nodded and allowed Dhalsim access to his mind again. He focused hard on creating a mental construct, shocked at what he saw.

Dhalsim was a pale green, everything around him looked... odd... he heard his Master's voice again:

"Good Y/N... very good... you are now seeing reality as it is, at its basest form. Everything is an illusion, atoms exist only where they need to, and all is connected as it was created to be. Now focus on the atoms, bend them, twist them. This is how you form a mental construct, this is how you can summon matter from nothingness. It is the base of all magic, all existence... now create!"

-~-

Y/N spent a couple of hours with Dhalsim, gradually forming the basics of reality within a mental construct, before leaving having thanked the Guru for his generous allowance of time and training.

Y/N walked out of a temple into a snowstorm, apparating back the Burrow. He arrived back to a family just sitting down to dinner- Molly though jumping up and panicking, first at his prolonged absence and secondly from the light pattering of snow he was covered in.

"It's fine Molly" Y/N chuckled at his godmother's fussing. "It's only a little snow. There was a bit of a snowstorm going when I got out the temple"

"Where were you Y/N?" Molly asked, visibly concerned.

"The Himalayas" Y/N replied to the surprise of the whole table.

"The Himalayas?" Ron asked in shock, speaking before anyone else did. Maisy replied quickly:

"They're a mountain chain in India"

"I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!" Ron roared back forcefully. Before Y/N could say anything George stood, leant over the table from next to Maisy and punched Ron hard, right in the shoulder.

Molly yelled at her boys to stop as Y/N smirked, watching Maisy blush brightly at George having defended her. Molly quickly turned back to Y/N, smiling sweetly:

"I know you have your diet and do your own cooking but I was hoping you would join us tonight dear? As a family? I cooked your favourite, Dublin Coddle. Please?"

Y/N looked down into the loving pleading eyes of his godmother and a smile broke out on his face. He couldn't say no to her. He nodded and Molly made a little squeal of happiness sitting Y/N down between her and Ginny and plating him up a huge bowl of Coddle. Y/N smiled. He could work off the calories in the morning.

-~-

The next morning Y/N had gone out early for his workout, running to the centre of the village as normal. When he got back to the Burrow he did the rest of his workout. He showered and when he got down to cook his breakfast he was surprised by the shocked looks of his godparents.

"What's wrong guys?" He asked as he magically started cooking.

"Try and stay calm dear" Molly smiled an anxious smile as she slid him the Daily Prophet. He began to read the front page.

Youngest heir of House L/N in brutal assault.

Shoppers in Diagon Alley yesterday were shocked and disgusted at a sickening physical attack in Flourish and Blotts that left Lucius Malfoy, a distinguished and well loved philanthropist and Ministry employee in a broken and bloody way.

Witnesses report that Sir Malfoy was simply greeting a dear friend of his, Arnold Weasley, when he was suddenly set upon. Witnesses also report the boy looked deranged and psychotic.

"I was so scared" said one Pansy Parkinson, a stunningly beautiful girl in the same year level as Y/N at Hogwarts.

"He just went nuts- Sir Lucius couldn't do anything back, He is too good a man to attack a child, he just looked at Y/N sadly as he was punched, feeling sorry for his attacker" added another onlooked, Blaise Zabini.

This is far from the first time Y/N has violently attacked someone- many of his classmates spoke about his violence and a culture of fear he had established at Hogwarts.

While many will be hoping this young delinquent will be locked up soon, the ever generous and benevolent Sir Lucius has refused to press charges, simply stating:

"I hope the poor boy gets the help he so desperately needs"

-Rita Skeeter

Y/N smirked as he got to the end of story, breaking into a chuckle. He looked at his concerned godparents and replied simply:

"I'm gonna cut out that lying bitches tongue one day"

-~-

The next few days passed fairly quickly for Y/N, fairly strangely for the other youngsters in the Burrow. Y/N would be first up in the morning, have his work out, shower and breakfast long before any of the others were up. He would then go to the backyard and adopt the same position.

He would stay in the position for eight, ten, up to twelve hours a day. He rescinded far away, deep inside himself when he was meditating- when the others asked what he was doing he would simply reply 'training'. No matter how loud the others were, and Ron and the twins were very loud trying to get some sort of reaction from Y/N- nothing could pull him from his meditation until he brought himself out.

-~-

Monday morning Y/N was up early, worked out, packed and ready to go. Penny and Dean had returned the previous day so Y/N was ready to return home.

Arthur had already left for work and Molly was the only one up, hugging Y/N tightly.

"Thank you for letting me stay Molly" Y/N said with a smile into the hug.

"You never have to thank me Y/N. I love you" Molly replied, squeezing tighter.

"I love you too Molly" Y/N said as he kissed her on the head before apparating back to Dean and Penny's.

-~-

Y/N arrived home and was set upon instantly by a delighted Penny. She squeezed him tight, leaning up and peppering his face with kisses. All Y/N could make out was "Cutie Pie". She had really missed him.

They did what Jacob had asked and gave Y/N a large number of books they had purchased him on Voodoo, Hoodoo and Vodou. He thanked them as the three sat, chatting about their honeymoon, Y/M smiling at the tanned duo. Just before dinner Penny made Y/N's day.

"You shouldn't unpack your bags, Y/N. The Grangers are picking you up tomorrow morning" she said with a smile as Y/N's face lit up in excitement.

"Wait what? Seriously?"

Y/N couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, you're gonna be staying with them until Sunday. Then you and Hermione will be coming back here and staying until you get the Hogwarts Express on Tuesday" Penny said smiling happily at her baby boy's excitement.

Y/N was ecstatic. He barely slept that night.

He woke up early for his routine and was showered and dressed for 8:00am, sitting patiently in the lounge reading with Newt on his shoulder. There was a knock at the door at 8:30- Y/N opening the door and being barrelled into by a bushy haired girl. She squealed in excitement as the pair hugged tightly.

"Did you know about this Hermione?" Y/N asked happily. She returned his smile, answering:

"I knew we were going away, but I didn't know you were coming with us."

"Oh Cool, where are we going?" Y/N asked intrigued.

"No that's a surprise. No using legilimency either buddy" she smirked, replying:

"But we have a long drive ahead of us".

"Awesome" Y/N smiled widely.

Wendell chuckled, adding:

"Never heard someone so excited to sit in a car before"

Y/N smiled, shaking his hand and hugging Monica as he replied:

"Well I hardly ever get to sit in a car sir, so it's always exciting."

Wendell smiled:

"You know I'm always so blown away by magic it never occurred to me that it would work both ways, that wizards could be surprised by Muggle life"

Dean entered the room and handed an envelope to Y/N and one to Wendell.

"Some Muggle money mate. Wendell that's for his food and board. Enjoy yourself Y/N"

"Thanks Dean" Y/N replied, hugging both Penny and Dean before he and the Grangers left.

Wendell chuckled again, realising Y/N's luggage had been shrunk and placed in his pack already. They got in the car and departed, Y/N and Hermione in the backseat. She sat in the middle of the car, not next to the window, as she leant her head on Y/N's shoulder, happily snuggling in as he wrapped his arm around her:

"I sleep a lot on long drives so I'm going to use you as a pillow, Y/N" Hermione giggled.

"I am always happy to service you, Ms. Granger" Y/N said happily. Wendell suddenly choked on his saliva and Monica slapped him on the arm. Y/N looked ahead puzzled:

"Everything ok Wendell?" Y/N asked in confusion, noticing Hermione was also blushing. Monica turned and smiled:

"That expression just means something very different in the muggle world dear, but we know you didn't mean anything by it"

Y/N apologised embarrassingly, not understanding his faux pas. He would ask Dean about it discreetly when they returned.

-~-

Y/N and the Grangers had been driving for close to six and a half hours, while Hermione drooled on Y/N's shoulder, he held her hand, escaping into his mental training. He pulled from it as Monica said loudly:

"We're almost there, wake up you two"

Hermione lifted her head as Y/N yelled excitedly, seeing a sign they were approaching on the road:

"No way. No way!"

Hermione hugged Y/N tightly as he continued:

"Seriously? Thank you Hermione. Thank you Wendell and Monica."

They all had a little laugh at his excitement. Monica replied happily:

"You are very welcome Y/N. We were looking for somewhere to stay and Hermione said you had always wanted to come here"

He looked at the sign happily as the car drove past, thinking to himself...

I'm finally here!!!