Y/N spent the afternoon getting to know Hermione's family better. He and Ray bonded discussing Y/N's workout routine, Ray was impressed by his discipline.

Peggy gushed at Hermione's stories about Y/N's sweetness and romantic side. They had a lovely afternoon, enjoying the Granger family barbecue. He left in the evening, just after 9:00pm, surprised he hadn't heard from Jacob yet. It was a difficult goodbye, Hermione cried a lot, even Y/N got emotional, saying he would see Hermione in a month. That he loved her. That he would miss her terribly but would think of her everyday. They had kissed a lot before finally parting, Y/N apparating.

He arrived at Penny and Dean's apartment. The lights were on but it appeared no one was home. He called out:

"Penny? Dean?"

Penny emerged from her bedroom. Her eyes were red and puffy, it was obvious she had been crying. Y/N approached her as quick as he could and hugged her, asking: "Pens what's wrong?"

—~—

Y/N was in bed, laying uncomfortably on his side. Dean had apparently sprung on Penny he was going to Egypt for a week. He had popped home briefly, packed a bag and gone while Y/N was at Hermione's house. Y/N had hugged Penny as she cried, a lot. It had taken well over an hour of hugs and then laying behind Penny, his arm wrapped around her, before she finally fell asleep.

Y/N had quietly got up and headed to his bedroom. He was furious at his brother for doing this. The more mad he got, the more another voice echoed from deep inside him.

Five survivors... a loose end.

Y/N smirked to himself, a dark plan forming in his mind as he surrendered to sleep.

—~—

Y/N woke at 5:00am. He noticed the wrap had disappeared from his abdomen. Chiara said it would happen when the healing elements had completely absorbed. He stood, a bit stiff, but much better than before.

He placed a shirt on and pulled out a jumper, transfiguring a logo on its front. He took another shirt and magically transfigured it to another item he wanted. He smirked, placing the item and jumper on, placing a black jacket over the top. His costume was complete. They called him the Punisher. He would give them a Punisher. He smirked and chuckled before apparating.

—~—

Nymphadora Tonks was sat in a darkened room of St. Mungo's, next to the female survivor of the Punisher's attack- Louise Sloane. She was in the first cubicle of the room, the four comatose men across and down from where she sat.

Louise was awake, laying away from Tonks, crying to herself. The healers had said she was severely traumatised by the event. Tonks hadn't tried to reassure or empathise with the woman- the things she had done to Magical Creatures... it was hard to feel pity for her.

Tonks was just starting to drift off when Louise suddenly shot up in bed, looking terrified as there was a loud bang and screams from outside the room.

"He's back! He's come to finish the job!" She cried hysterically.

Tonks was on her feet, wand out as she shushed the prisoner, and walked quickly to open the door and peer out. Her eyes widened.

—~—

Y/N apparated to the front door of St. Mungo's, as close as he could get with the  anti-apparition wards in place. It was quiet at this time in the morning. Y/N placed himself under a disillusionment charm and walked forward.

—~—

Three aurors stood in the hallway at 30 foot intervals- John Dawlish at one end of the hall, Gawain Robards outside the criminals room and Hephaestus Sharp at the other.

The three aurors were all tired, it had been a long night standing guard duty and they were all pulling double shifts.

This Punisher attack had the Ministry in chaos- the DMLE was stretched so thin that even trainee Nymphodora Tonks had been called into active duty.

Dawlish rubbed his eyes as the elevator doors to his left opened. No one was there. He raised an eyebrow puzzled before gasping and reaching nervously for his wand.

—~—

Y/N emerged from his disillusionment charm with his wands drawn. Dawlish gasped in fear, the man in front of him wore the Punisher's skull on his chest

His face was covered in a skull balaclava

Dawlish pulled his wand but was instantly hit with a stunning spell, knocking him unconscious.

A nurse screamed and healers and nurses who saw Y/N stalking forward ran the opposite way in terror.

—~—

Nymphadora's eyes widened from the doorway as she watched Robards and then Sharp quickly dealt with.

"Shit" she muttered, turning and grabbing Sloane saying: "We've got to go! Now!"

They exited the room as a bombarda spell cannoned into the wall next to them, Nymphadora held tight as they ran among the panicked staff.

—~—

"Fuck" Y/N muttered. His cousin's presence complicated things. He fired two more bombarda spells, deliberately missing anyone, as Tonks dragged Sloane into an emergency stairwell.

Y/N snarled and turned back to walk down the now empty hallway. He entered the room with four comatose scumbags in it. Four green flashes were fired in quick succession before Y/N disappeared under a disillusionment charm again and walked towards the exit, straight passed Moody and a dark skinned man who were the first responders.

Moody's magical eye whirrled and stared straight at Y/N who chuckled as Moody growled. Y/N walked out and apparated.

—~—

Penny woke to a delicious smell. She mmm'd as she sat and yawned. She opened her eyes and smiled widely, tears falling from her eyes, this time from happiness.

Y/N was stood in front of her, smile on his face, a tray with a cup of coffee and a full English breakfast in one hand, a bunch of roses in the other. Y/N smiled as Penny's eyes watered:

"Just thought you could use some cheering up."

Penny enjoyed her breakfast before getting up to call in sick. She was shocked at the response she got from her colleague.

—~—

Moody got clear as soon as he could. The Punisher had attacked St. Mungo's. Y/N had shot up a fucking hospital. It was too far, the boy was out of control.

Alastor apparated to the small island hideout in the Channel sea. He sent four patroni balls to the other members of the Council of the Phoenix. Something had to be done.

—~—

Penny got off the phone from her colleague. She felt extremely shaky. She walked into the lounge and looked at Y/N with a shocked expression on her face. Y/N opened his mouth but before he could answer her Jacob appeared with a pop.

"We need to go Y/N, now." He said sternly.

Y/N stood and hugged Penny. She whispered to him "why?"

As they parted from the hug he looked at her calmly, answering:

"Loose ends make my arse itch. See you in a month. Love you"

Jacob grabbed him and they apparated.

—~—

Y/N entered the small shack on the desolate island. It wasn't the first time Jacob had taken him to some god forsaken piece of land after all. He knew better than to question. He just had to try and be prepared for whatever attack would come.

He was therefore completely shocked and bewildered to see familiar faces standing there. Dumbledore, Firenze and Mad-Eye were with the strange looking guy he knew was 311. He'd only met the man a couple of times, but he was certainly... different. Only someone high up in the Department Of Mysteries could be so bizarre.

Dumbledore smiled at his young student before starting to speak:

"Y/N, this is the Council of the Phoenix. We five have monitored you the last five years, 311 there since the day your father was murdered and you were marked by pain. We believe you are the Prophesied One. The one who will kill the Dark Lord when he rises again. But there is more to it than that. There is something deep inside you, you must have felt it, a presence".

Y/N nodded at his Headmaster. He did feel there was something inside him. Something wrong. He had first noticed it when he was distant from Hermione in first year, he felt an ache inside when she was petrified; and when The Punisher struck it could feel almost like he was on autopilot.

The attack on Knockturn Alley was bad, but this morning's subsequent attack on a hospital had been the last straw for the council members. Y/N's violence was escalating and becoming more frequent. At his best he was a loving, loyal, friendly boy who was popular, charismatic and well regarded. At his worst he was an uncontrollable hothead who would scorch the friggin earth at a moment's notice. And his worst was emerging more and more.

Jacob continued the explanation to his younger brother:

"This chamber has been designed to keep you in while we... search your unconscious mind."

Y/N turned to Jacob with a raised eyebrow, asking:

"What the hell are you talking about Jacob?"

Dumbledore jumped in, answering quickly:

"Your attacks Y/N- the Dursley's, Lucius, Draco, Knockturn, the Slytherins last year and this year, now on a hospital. You have been becoming more violent and the violence has been more cruel. We need to understand what is inside you."

"You mean you need a kill switch- in case I go dark side right?"

Y/N looked at the five who had watched over him- friends, sibling, teacher. All looked away from his glare, all except for Dumbledore.

"Yes. We need to know how to kill you Y/N, if we have to."

Moody slowly moved his hand towards his wand. He had seen first hand the devastation this boy was capable of when he was pissed off. What happened next surprised him... Y/N smiled.

"Good thinking. So what do we do?"

The council members looked at each other. They were expecting significant resistance. Dumbledore spoke again.

"We need to put you so far under that your conscious mind shuts down completely. Then whatever it is that is in your unconscious can step forward."

Y/N pondered this for a moment before speaking up.

"So deeper than the coma I was in last year from the Draught of Living Death?" 

"Yes. We need you to drink a different potion. It's a traditional Native American concoction the shamans use in their spirit walking. It will take you close enough to death to be in the veil, but you will not step through it. The effects last for 24 hours and the sigils above and below will keep you, and whatever takes over you, trapped until you wake back up."

Y/N looked at the sigils on the roof and floor and the chair that was placed in the centre. He sat in it and restraints magically wrapped around him. Wrists, elbows, waist, shoulders, knees- all were tightly bound.

"Overkill much Jacob?" Y/N asked his brother with a wry chuckle and his eyebrow raised.

"We don't know what's gonna come slinking out of you boy. It might not be too friendly or happy to be trapped." Mad Eye growled at him.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders as best he could and chugged the potion Firenze placed at his mouth.

"Rest easy Y/N L/N. You will awaken soon"

Firenze stood back as Y/N opened his mouth to respond. Nothing came out as his head dropped limp.

—~—

After 5 minutes of waiting, which felt like an eternity to those in the room, Y/N's head slowly raised. A breath caught in Dumbledore's throat as his eyes opened. Instead of the usual brilliant green orbs there was only pitch black filling his eye sockets.

"What are you?" Dumbledore asked with a concerned look.

I am... his Archon!

"No. That's not possible" Jacob replied, the fear in his voice was evident. The Archon looked at Jacob with a cruel smirk and laughed tyrannically:

I was born in his torture. I was fed through his abuse. I was strengthened by your cruelty.

Archon Y/N sneered at Jacob.

Each act of violence he commits causes my hold on him to grow stronger. Through me he will burn this world to the ground.

Dumbledore's face held strong but his mind was panicking. There hadn't been an Archon in over a millennia. Not since Merlin killed his Archon-possessed sister Morgana le Fay. She had threatened to bring the world to ruin.

Only great power mixed with tremendous pain could produce an Archon. It was like a magical demon, pushing it's host to darker and darker acts. Only love could counter it. Suddenly the prophecy fully made sense to Dumbledore. If Y/N didn't find love in Hermione Granger he would bring an end to the world. He would burn it all to the ground. This was the unusual darkness he sensed at the Dursley household. An archon had no ambition, no goals, no designs on power- it sought only destruction and death.

"But Ms. Granger..." Dumbledore started before the archon started laughing.

He has love in him the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not comprehend. If he cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mad-Eye turned to the other council members. "Nothing can happen to that girl."

—~—

Y/N woke up slowly. He felt groggy and had a terrible headache. The other members had long since departed. Only Jacob remained. He looked at Y/N and smiled:

"How you feeling little brother?"

Y/N raised a hungover eyebrow. Why was Jacob being this nice?

"Remember that time I was nine and you made me drink all that Firewhiskey?" Y/N replied.

"That bad huh"

"Just fucking peachy Jacob. So..." he looked at his brother "Honestly, how fucked up am I?"

Jacob laughed at his brother. "You're ok Y/N. Nothing you need to worry about."

Y/N nodded but was now concerned. Jacob was lying through his fucking teeth.

"So what's the plan now Jacob?"

"We have somewhere we need to go Y/N. I'll let you recover and then we are going there."

—~—

Y/N rested for a couple of hours before telling Jacob he felt fine. Jacob sighed and gently grabbed his arm. The two apparated. Y/N looked around at the ancient architecture around him- it seemed they had apparated to a castle of some sort.

"What are we doing here Jacob? Where the hell are we?" Y/N asked puzzled.

"We're here to meet someone important" Jacob replied.

"That doesn't answer my question" Y/N said with a tone of frustration.

"I know" Jacob chuckled. He opened a door and stood back, holding it open. Y/N looked at him puzzled by his games but entered the room.

An elderly man stood staring out the window. He turned to Y/N and smiled.

He was thin, had silver hair and a matching moustache, but the most stand out feature was his right eye which was a strange tone of white.

He motioned to Y/N with a large smile:

"Well come here boy, let me see you!"

Y/N approached, still puzzled as the man took in his appearance almost with pride. Y/N was still confused as to who he was. He decided to break the ice, holding out his hand:

"Forgive me sir, my name is Y/N L/N."

The man smiled and shook Y/N's hand happily.

"Hello there Y/N. I am happy to finally meet you!"

"Who are you sir?" Y/N asked. The man smiled:

"My name is Gellert Grindelwald. And I am your grandfather"

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. All he could mutter back in reply was....

"Pardon?"