A/N: Violence Trigger warning. Chapter summary- Prison is brutal.

Day 1

Following Y/N murdering the idiot who tried to attack him all the prisoners had been sent to their cells.

Y/N had been sat for ten minutes after the Dementor's threw him in when he heard Jackson whisper through the small hole in the wall:

"You ok kid?"

"Yeah mate. Legilimency helps a lot. Saw the prick comin' a mile away."

Before Jackson could reply one of the human guards, a large, solid, slovenly looking man slammed open Y/N's door with his wand out. He snapped, practically spitting at Y/N with venom:

"Get the fuck up. Get out here. Now!"

Y/N stood and stepped forward out of his cell door, only to be shoved hard in the back. He turned to be met with a wand in his face and a sneer from the pig of a guard who began to mock him:

"I knew your old man. Went to Hogwarts with him. See a lot of you in him. He was a cunt too. You fucking L/N's thinking you're better than everyone else. Not so top shit now are ya?"

As the man shoved Y/N forwards and ranted, towards the right end of the cell block, Y/N heard Jackson and some of the other prisoners, who he didn't know, yelling:

"He's just a kid" "fuckin' leave him alone you dogs!"

Y/N knew he was walking into a set up. He walked through an open doorway at the end of the cellblock hall to see two guards stood in front of him, truncheons in their hands as the guard behind him sneered:

"You're nothing in here. Nothing!"

Y/N grunted in pain, taking a hard shot to the kidneys from the guard behind him. He turned to get hit with another blow to the stomach and a shot in the back from one of the two guards that had blocked his path.

Y/N turned again, smashing one of the guards with a right hook to the jaw, knocking him out cold as Y/N tried unsuccessfully to block a blow to the face from the other guard's truncheon. He fell to a knee as a torrent of blows came down on him. He heard one guard saying to the other:

"Fuck him up!"

—~—

Y/N was being dragged down the hallway back to his cell. His right eye was swollen shut and he was bleeding from the forehead, the corner of his right eye and his mouth and nose. He could hear the other inmates yelling:

"Give em Hell boy!"

"Leave him alone you pigs"

"Fuckin' don't let em do ya like this!"

"Bury em Y/N!"

"Shut up all of ya!" The guard who had got Y/N out of his cell yelled as he and the non-unconscious other guard threw Y/N to the floor of his cell.

"Aren't so tough now are ya?" The guard asked as he kicked Y/N in the ribs. The second guard walked off as Y/N dove onto the guards leg, whimpering:

"No more guv'nor! No more please!"

The guard laughed at the sight of Y/N grovelling at his feet, not noticing on the way down Y/N's hand had shot to his hip, silently removing his wand from his holster.

"That's more like it, Y/N!" The guard smiled sadistically. "Eh? A bit of respect, doesn't hurt does it? Even for a fucking L/N!"

He closed Y/N's cell door as Y/N hid the wand in his right hand, leaning up on his cell bars begging:

"Water? Please? A little water?"

One of the inmates in the cell across from him saw what Y/N had and smirked to himself.

"Oh you want some water? Look at that gents!"

He yelled out to the other prisoners.

"What do you think of it now hey? Your famous Y/N fucking L/N, killer of a Basilisk, only begging little old me for a bit of water."

Various insults flew back, Jackson yelling:

"Fuck off you screw cunt!"

The guard walked up, holding a cup of water in front of Y/N's face as he tried to pull himself up.

"Here you are Y/N. Now don't spill it, cos you've had a little tumble ain't ya!"

In an instant Y/N had grabbed the guards right arm with the cup of water, cast Accio hand on the guards left hand and then even faster colloportus, binding the now terrified guards hands together inside the bars. He wore a terrified expression as Y/N gripped his shirt, smashed him into the steel bars with all his strength and pulled the guard's truncheon from the other side of his holster, smashing the guard across the face with it, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.

Y/N stumbled back against the wall of his cell and down to the floor as the inmate across from his cell yelled:

"The kid got the cunt!"

Y/N pointed the wand towards his face, casting episkey and brackium emendo as the other inmates on the line broke into an applause of:

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!"

—~—

Y/N had been moved to solitary for a day following his 'unprovoked attack' on a prisoner and a guard.

Solitary was apparently the second worst punishment in this shithole. The isolation cell was at the top of the building. It was surrounded by 360° of bars, fully exposed to the North Sea elements, and a freezing concrete floor. The worst part though was the Dementors. They circled the cage, desperate for a feast.

—~—

Hermione was laying on Y/N's bed, her arms up around his neck. Y/N was leaning over her, his hand stroked her side as their lips fought passionately. He could smell her hair, taste her cherry lip gloss, feel the curvature of her waist shudder at his fingertips.

He was pulled from the memory as he felt another attack on his mind. He had compartmentalised his happiest memories away where the Dementors couldn't get to them, he had wall upon wall up around his mind. Even with his defences the foul creatures were persistent, and there were at present at least a dozen dementors circling outside of his cell. Y/N tried to escape to his memory as he felt their attacks and heard their whispers:

...Feed us...

Go to hell you foul abominations

...Feed us...

Never. I don't break easy.

A grunted yell was heard from his cell as the psychic attack worsened.

Only 13 more days. Only 13 more days.

Day 2

Y/N had been returned to his cell mid afternoon. He was shivering, unable to get warm, and Jackson had taken him to his cell in their rec time to try and take his mind off things by teaching Y/N chess.

They were playing piece by piece, winner asks a question. Y/N had just taken Jackson's rook and asked:

"What did you do to get sent here?"

Jackson looked at Y/N sadly, answering:

"You've got legilimency. See for yourself."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock and then fury.

Day 3

Y/N had gone to the bathroom. He was standing at the urinal when Jackson studdenly stood next to him. As Y/N finished and placed his member away Jackson leant into him.

"I just heard, Avery and his crew are coming to bump you. And they all got shanks."

Y/N tapped his temple signifying legilimency. "I know, but thanks, good looking out pal."

Selwyn finished and turned around offering a fist bump which Y/N accepted.

"We'll take them" Jackson said confidently. Y/N smiled:

"Nah, I'm only here for a fortnight. You're stuck here. But thanks mate. I got these bitches."

Jackson sighed and nodded, answering:

"Be safe big man."

Y/N walked to his left where the faucets were located as Selwyn turned to leave.

One of the human guards smirked seeing Avery and his four running mates walk in the bathroom and left. Avery shoved Selwyn to the side, snapping:

"Get the fuck out of my road bitch!"

One of his thugs grabbed Selwyn by the shoulder and shoved him out of the bathroom.

Y/N had started a faucet running and taken off his shirt, running the water onto it, making it heavy. He looked at the five of them in the reflective metal plate on the wall as they stood around him. Avery started talking:

"See this motherfucker right here. This motherfucker think he special. He wanna be left alone and shit. Don't wanna be thrown in with the rest of us convicts. Like we ain't shit. You understand what I'm saying. Shit don't work like that around here boy."

Y/N counted reflections in his head- Five of them.

"You gonna run with the pack, you the pack bitch. You hear me?"

Avery slightly turned to the thug closest to him and smirked.

"He's kinda buff too. That shit don't mean nothing round here though kid. I seen a whole lotta buff guys get their arses bent over in here everyday. You hear me boy? I'm talking to you."

Y/N turned off the tap and wrung out his shirt slightly before turning around and glaring at Avery.

"You've got until the count of five"

Avery chuckled looking at another thug. "This motherfucker talking to me?"

"One"

"You hear this motherfucker?" Avery chuckled.

"Two"

"Three"

"You just signed your own death certificate boy!"

Avery lunged at Y/N with his shiv. Y/N grabbed his hand with his left and punched him in the throat with his right. The throat punch made Avery release his grip as Y/N grabbed the blade and stabbed him in the chest, a head butt sending him crashing to the floor in less than a second. The four thugs still on their feet looked at each other shocked.

"Kill this motherfucker" Avery yelled in pain holding his chest.

Y/N turned around grabbing his shirt between his hands, using it to block the shiv coming from his left and head butting the attacker in the nose. He whipped his shirt into the eyes of the attacker coming at his right and as he leaned back in pain Y/N grabbed his fist which was holding his blade and shoved it into the thugs eye socket, killing him instantly. The fourth thug was met with Y/N's shirt flying into his face, as he struggled to remove it Y/N smashed his face into the wall.

The big thug was the last man standing. He was about 6'8" and heavily obese. He swung his blade at Y/N's head but he was slow. Y/N easily dodged the blade and moved to his side, kicking out the back of his knee. The fat man fell to the ground on his knees and in an instant Y/N had grabbed the back of his head and shoved it onto his knee. The man fell onto his back, blood and broken teeth flying out of his mouth. He screamed a gargled "no!" as he looked up only to see Y/N's foot smashing down onto his face over and over again, until blood circled the drain of the prison bathroom floor.

The second thug who had escaped with only a broken nose scampered towards the door on his hands and knees.

Y/N turned to Avery, who was leaning against the wall, blade still piercing his chest. He picked up one of the blades off the floor as he approached the former Death Eater.

"Bend over this bitch" Y/N sneered as he rammed the blade into Avery's eye socket and the man went limp.

It was at this time the guards came back after hearing the disturbance. They looked at the carnage horrified.

Y/N was stood there, hands bloodied, surrounded by four mangled bodies. One of the guards raised his wand at Y/N, his hand trembling as he did:

"Three days in the hole for f-f-fighting!"

Y/N smirked his cocky smirk and walked calmly out the bathroom.