Madam Hooch started the match and Y/N was off like a rocket. He flew up and to his right about ten feet in a matter of seconds before flying off and pulling in front of the Minister, only mere feet from both him and the Headmaster.

"Like the song Cornelius?" Y/N gloated, smirking sadistically at the Minister's purple face. Fudge restrained himself before spitting out through gritted teeth:

"I suggest, boy, that you go back and focus on the match as it will be your last one and your last day at Hogwarts."

Y/N laughed heartily in his face.

"No, no, it won't on either count Fudgeley, and secondly- what's happening behind me doesn't matter in the slightest."

"What are you talking about Y/N, of course it matters!" McGonagall yelled from the other side of the Headmaster.

Y/N grinned at Minerva and held his right hand up.

The snitch was in it.

Minerva erupted in joy. She immediately called out via sonarus that Gryffindor had won the match. Everyone was in confusion as an angry Headmaster and an excited head of house checked the memories of Y/N and Madam Hooch, who had been looking up at the start of the match. Meanwhile in the stand Cedric had started hyperventilating.

"Ceddy Bear what's wrong?" Bea asked as she rubbed his back. Cedric wasn't suffering though, he couldn't maintain his excitement.

"He must have... when he flew up..... world record.... he set a world record!"

Everyone was speechless, Hermione especially. Just when she thought she couldn't be prouder of the big lug. Only a minute later Lee Jordan could be heard screaming with excitement into the microphone:

"After checking the memories of those involved, Gryffindor wins 150-0- and Y/N L/N has set a Quidditch world record after catching the snitch just 3 seconds into the match. That replaces the previous world record of 0:58 seconds held by the US national team. Congratulations to Gryffindor, who now sit at the top of the Quidditch Cup Table and congratulations to Y/N, no one will ever see something like that ever again!"

The crowd erupted. The friends looked down at the pitch to see Y/N swamped by teammates as they headed into the change rooms.

—~—

Dumbledore stormed into the victorious Gryffindor tent. He was furious. He roared at Y/N as soon as he got in the tent flaps.

"What did you think you were doing? The Minister is demanding your immediate expulsion from Hogwarts!"

Y/N shot up on his feet from next to the twins and fired back at the Headmaster just as savagely:

"Like I give a fuck. And for what? Telling the truth? Tell me one thing I did or said that was wasn't true!"

Albus couldn't so he simply argued back.

"You are rash Y/N, you're arrogant and you're irresponsible! You think you can take on the world but you can't!"

Y/N snarled as he looked at a man he used to respect with utter distain:

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can't do Albus? I don't give a damn if you disapprove! I do what I want, when I want. And as far as that fat fuck and his precious Ministry is concerned I'm just getting started!"

The two glared at each other. The rest of the team were completely stunned into silence, sat to a man with their mouths ope— the way Y/N was screaming at the Headmaster was completely unheard of.

"I want you in my office in ten minutes. Do not make me wait!" Albus roared again before turning and storming out of the tent. The crowd of Gryffindor students outside the tent averting their glances as he walked past, having heard the screaming match.

"Gutless prick!" Y/N yelled as the Headmaster exited the tent, slamming his broom down in disgust.

"Do you think that was wise, picking a fight with the Minister Y/N?" Harry asked his estranged friend softly. Y/N glared at the boy.

"That wasn't picking a fight Harry. That was me pointing out some home truths. Trust me if there was a fight between us the only picking would be me picking the decaying flesh from his bones!

Harry stepped back as their teammates looked on in fear. Y/N's voice deepened unnaturally and his eyes turned pitch black.

He shook his head and they returned to brilliant green.

"I'd better go to his office" Y/N said as he stormed out the change rooms. He kissed Hermione when he got out and told her he would meet her in the Great Hall for lunch.

—~—

Y/N entered the Headmaster's office with Professors McGonagall and Snape who had been waiting out the front for him.

"What were you thinking L/N?" The elderly
witch asked with concern.

"That I would expose the hypocrisy of those who are supposed to govern us. This Ministry is broken, Minerva. I'm the one who is going to rip it to its foundations and burn it to the ground" Y/N replied. He spoke with the authority in his voice of the Archduke, especially the way he nonchalantly addressed his Head of House by her first name. He certainly didn't sound like a third year.

Snape and McGonagall glanced at each other, concern in their eyes at the determination and anger in his voice. They entered the office to see Fudge alone with Dumbledore. Fudge was still purple with rage.

"You have done it this time boy! You are to be expelled from Hogwarts, your wand snapped. Never to perform magic again" Fudge ranted. Y/N laughed. It was deep, guttural.

"You truly have no clue about the laws you are supposed to uphold do you. The bylaws are quite clear Fudge. I have violated no statutes, either in Hogwarts or in the Ministry of Magic Legislative charter. Unless that is of course unless you wish to revoke freedom of speech? Now stop wasting my Time!"

"You have been nothing but trouble. Just like your father. Always causing trouble for his crusades!"

Y/N smiled, which was surprising.

"Well that's good to know Minister, because frankly the other male role models I've had were a colossal disappointment, with the exception of Professor Snape and Sam Winchester. Now if you have a problem with what I pointed out today I am happy to front the Wizengamot during my inaugural speech with my evidence proving not only were they Death Eaters, but they were not under the imperious curse. Hell we could go get some Veritaserum and drag them all here right now, but you won't will you? All you filthy prejudiced pampered purebloods are the same. All in need of... Punishment."

A cruel darkened grin grew on Y/N's face as a look of realisation and horror grew on Fudge's.

"Y-Y-Y-You are him. You're the P-P-P-Punisher aren't you? I was right!"

Y/N smirked and chuckled.

"What are you basing that on, Cornelius?"

"Here this!" The Minister shrieked as he held up a piece of paper from the game. "You knew Rosier was a Death Eater. This is your list of targets isn't it? Are you admitting to knowing he was a Death Eater?"

Fudge was panicking now, terrified out of his mind as the room seemed to darken around him. Y/N grew a menacing grin and spoke calmly, his tone sending a shiver down the spines of three of the four adults present.

"If I was that would put you in a very, very dangerous situation right now, wouldn't it Minister. In the same room as the Punisher... completely unprotected."

"What.... What do you want?"

"I'm going to take everything you and your friends have built and burn it to the ground" Y/N smiled.

"I can have you sent back to Azkaban for threatening me."

Y/N chuckled:

"You can try, but I'll die before I go back, and I'll take a lot of bodies with me, Cunt. You have no idea the true power I possess. The only reason you are still Minister is because I've allowed it."

The room grew even darker as a strong breeze blew through- the Minister shrinking back in fear.

"Remember my promise, coward. One day I will look down on your corpse and smile. Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

To Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall's amazement the Minister went straight to the Floo and left. Y/N glared at his Headmaster and asked:

"Is that all Albus?"

Albus sighed, he was almost at his wits end:

"Why are you determined to fight the whole world, Y/N? I am not your enemy."

"You're not my ally either! You don't give a flying fuck about my welfare. You never have. All you care about is what use I can be."

Y/N pointed at McGonagall and Snape.

"At least I know their concern is genuine! Now if thats all I have a win and a world record to celebrate and an upset girlfriend to appease. Good day."

He turned and left the Headmaster's office and the three teachers stared at each other, none sure what to say.