This is the first chapter I've released since the passing of Sir Michael Gambon, so I just want to say Rest In Peace good sir, thank you for the years of memories, and the incredible way you portrayed such an eccentric and nuanced character that so many of us hold dear to our hearts. Enjoy that train ride on...

Y/N and Hermione headed straight for the Room of Requirement from the infirmary. They had been there for about half an hour and were on the bed that usually appeared for them, topless. Their hands were exploring each other as they passionately kissed, fighting each other for dominance with their tongues.

Hermione moaned into Y/N's mouth as he took control exploring, wrapping his tongue around hers. She reached down to undo his belt before...

Knock knock knock.

They broke away from the kiss and looked at each other shocked.

"Who the fu-?"

Y/N was cut off mid sentence by Dumbledore calling out from the other side of the door:

"It's myself and Professor McGonagall, Y/N. We would like to speak to you."

"Oh for fu-"

Y/N's angry outburst was quickly cut off by a panicked Hermione who gasped:

"Quickly get your shirt on babe. Where's my bra?"

Hermione continued her mad panic before she sighed in relief, finding her under garment behind the large bed head. She quickly put it on along with her shirt.

"You need to put your shirt on, Y/N" Hermione admonished her boyfriend, but he wasn't interested as an anger rose again in the pit of his stomach- the same one that had been bubbling away since the Archon attack. As soon as Hermione's top was buttoned up Y/N walked to the door and opened it forcefully. McGonagall took one look at his bare chest and abdomen and shrieked, instantly averting her eyes.

"What?" Y/N asked as he glared at the Headmaster with distain. Albus remained neutral, despite his awareness of the anger aimed at him.

"May we come in?" He asked calmly. Y/N looked over his shoulder and yelled out:

"You better put pants on babe"

"Oh my god" McGonagall gasped in shock.

"BABE!" Hermione yelled out, equally as horrified as the Professor.

Y/N turned and walked in the room, saying loudly as he did: "It's fine, 'Mione is fully dressed."

Dumbledore chuckled as he walked in followed by an extremely unimpressed McGonagall.

As Y/N reached where Hermione was standing she slapped his arm hard before shaking her hand in pain. Y/N didn't flinch but quickly grabbed her hand and kissed it. He said with a cheeky grin:

"You know my arms are rock hard baby. You'll hurt yourself"

"Don't baby me. That wasn't funny!" Hermione chastised her lover.

"Come on. It was a little funny." Y/N said with another chuckle, giving Hermione his most charming smile. She quickly turned her head so he didn't see her break into a smile of her own. The cute moment was interrupted by Albus, who cleared his throat before speaking:

"We just wanted to see how you were, Y/N. After the attack."

Y/N turned from his girlfriend to his Headmaster, all the warmth from his face evaporating as he replied gruffly:

"I'm fine, Headmaster. Is that's all?"

McGonagall and Hermione exchanged worried glances, both waiting for what seemed like an inevitable argument. Am awkward silence hung in the air before Dumbledore asked calmly:

"I sense you are still angry at me, Y/N."

Y/N stared at his Headmaster, a thousand furious rage filled thoughts flowing to the surface that Y/N barely kept down before he replied, again coldly:

"I was eviscerated in my own head because you again decided to keep secrets. Yeah I am."

The anger Y/N was trying to quieten quickly built on his face though, as the anger in his voice rose:

"Not to mention this meeting that slipped out when I returned from my trip. Who else was there? Who else knows what I am?"

Dumbledore considered his words carefully, sensing Y/N was almost at tipping point, before he replied with a sense of pleading:

"I'm afraid I can't-"

"Tell me, right? Just the same old bullshit!" Y/N snapped with venom.

"Now look here L/N" McGonagall started to chastise her student before she was abruptly cut off.

"You were at this meeting, Professor. Who else was there?"

McGonagall quickly closed her mouth as her eyes darted from Albus to Y/N and back. She answered with audible regret as she looked downwards:

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that either, Y/N."

Y/N chuckled and shook his head before glaring at his Headmaster. He spoke with seething bile and borderline hatred:

"You know you're an even bigger arsehole than Jacob, don't you Albus. At least Jacob has the decency to be a prick to my face, not pretend to be my friend, my ally, then keep secrets behind my back. Maybe Tom was right last year in the chamber. You are keeping me as a pet aren't you. An attack dog. Sicking me onto any problems that need taking care of and then keeping me on a leash the rest of the time!"

Albus could feel the hatred emanating from his young student, it was as if the Room was becoming darker, the Archon within Y/N rising to the surface, acting like a black hole that sucked the light and warmth from the very room they stood in. He chose his words very carefully:

"Y/N, I assure you, that's not it at all. I need you to trust me."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at his Headmaster's words.

"Tr-trust you? You want me to trust you?"

Y/N spoke in complete disbelief, unable to grasp the sheer arrogance of Albus Dumbledore.

"You knew about the Prophecy and I had to hear about that from Voldemort. You knew about my Grandfather, I had to hear about that from Voldemort. You knew I was an Archon, and I had to find that out by having my fucking guts literally ripped out. Trust, Albus? I trust Voldemort more than you at this point!"

McGonagall gasped and flinched at the Dark Lord's name but Y/N continued:

"You won't tell me who was at the meeting, who else knows who I am, what I am. How do I know I won't be walking down the street and some fool you trusted won't put a knife in my neck? You admitted needing a kill switch for me last year, remember? What, you've already got operatives out waiting for the orders to put me down?"

Y/N's eyes flashed back and forth from black to green to black to green. A gust of wind emanated from somewhere in the Room. Y/N was convinced of the accuracy of his own assertions, instantly unsheathing both his Angel Blade and his primary wand.

"Who are they? I want names!"

Hermione saw the situation escalating badly out of control. She darted in front of Y/N, pulling his head down to meet her eyes. She smiled as she cupped his face with both her hands:

"Baby, I know you're hurting. I know you were betrayed. But this isn't you. Remember what we read? Listen to me, listen to your anchor. I love you... just breathe deeply."

Following Y/N's return from his sojourn, he and Hermione had been studying the ancient myths and stories from the First Age in an attempt to glean anything they could about Archons.

A number of stories mentioned that before the Archon had been defeated or took control of it's host, the host needed an anchor to help keep them from losing control to the darkness within. It was quite evident Hermione was that anchor for Y/N.

Y/N stared into Hermione's eyes as the Room quietened, light seemingly returning as Y/N's blade and wand were resheathed.

After several moments of calm Albus spoke with a gentle tone:

"I am concerned Y/N, that this anger, this paranoia, it is coming from the Archon. You may be able to resist its attacks but it can still have an influence on you."

The Headmaster sighed and looked downwards:

"When you went under last year, the Archon told us that with every act of violence you commit, every life you take, it's hold on you gets stronger. It wants you angry. It wants you paranoid. It wants you isolated. I can't tell you who was at the meeting because if Merlin forbid the Archon takes control they will be the first people you target. You need to fight, Y/N. Quell the rage inside."

Y/N's eyes narrowed as he looked up from Hermione's eyes to Albus's. He practically spat:

"You haven't seen rage, old man."

An awkward silence hung again before McGonagall spoke in an attempt to persuade her student to see reason:

"Y/N, what Professor Dumbledore is saying is true. Your other friends- Mr Potter, Ms Haywood, Ms Brown. They've all said they've seen your eyes go black when you are in a rage. They're all scared of you."

McGonagall thought she was helping. Hermione closed her eyes at the witch's words and thought to herself "oh no." The Head of House had just made things much, much worse.

"Is there anything else, Professors?" Y/N asked coldly. Albus sighed, knowing he had not gotten through to Y/N in the slightest:

"We've told the school you were attacked. You caught the snitch on the way down, that you should be left alone for the time being. We didn't mention the dead Dementors and it should remain that way. Too many people know about your Angel blade as it is."

"Yes, Sir" Y/N answered again coldly.

"You two should come down and have some lunch, after you finish getting dressed, Y/N. May I have a word with you on the way, Ms Granger?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded worriedly and looked up at her boyfriend, asking: "is that ok with you, baby?"

"Of course love I don't control you" Y/N answered calmly.

"No, I didn't mean-" Hermione said flustered before she was silenced with a kiss and a chuckle:

"I know you didn't babe. Go ahead I'll meet you in the Great Hall."

McGonagall and Hermione walked out the Room of Requirement. As an awkward silence hung in the air Dumbledore finally said:

"You don't need to worry about your glamour anymore, Y/N. It diminished and faded out while you were unconscious. When asked about it Professor McGonagall said you were using it while you grew a beard, as stubble isn't allowed but a full trimmed beard is, although usually in much older students.

"Fine" Y/N replied, completely disinterested.

"Is there anything else you want to say, while we are alone, Y/N?" Dumbledore asked, preparing himself for an emotional, and perhaps violent, tirade.

"No" Y/N replied calmly, placing his Quidditch jersey back on before transfiguring his clothes into robes and leaving the room. Dumbledore sighed. A quiet Y/N was much more worrisome than a raging one.

—~—

Hermione and McGonagall had walked in almost silence along a corridor when they arrived at the Professor's office. She unlocked it, signalled for Hermione to enter before entering herself and closing the door.

"Is something wrong, Professor?" Hermione asked, exceedingly worried at being brought to her Head of House's office.

"Please have a seat Ms. Granger" McGonagall said with a smile, holding her hand out to Hermione. The young witch sat opposite from Minerva's desk while McGonagall sat in her chair. She cleared her throat:

"I couldn't help but notice what you and Mr. L/N were... engaging in.. when we arrived."

Hermione instantly turned beet red and covered her face with her hands.

"No, no, you misunderstand Ms Granger. I'm not going to tell you off, I'm not going to judge you. I understand you two are young and in love and have... urges."

"Oh my god" Hermione muttered to herself through her hands, feeling herself growing even redder.

"I just... Here" McGonagall smiled, sliding a book from her bottom desk drawer over to Hermione. Hermione looked at it puzzled.

"That book is about keeping yourself safe, and has spells for... protection. I can't tell you not to do anything, I can ask you as a student of the school, but I'd rather you two are aware of the necessary... precautions. You both have bright, bright futures ahead of you, and with Y/N's... Prophecy, I would just hate to see you two wind up with an unplanned pregnancy at your age. You may keep that book, I have a number in my drawer, you aren't the first witch I've had a chat with about this" McGonagall finished with a chuckle. She smiled at the girl whose blushing seemed to be subsiding.

"You may go now Ms. Granger, just make sure you read that book, as soon as possible."

Hermione stood and replied with a smile "Yes, I will. Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

She raced out the office as quick as she could and headed down to the Great Hall.

—~—

Hermione arrived a few minutes later and was slightly concerned that her three friends were there but Y/N wasn't. She put on a smile as she walked over and joined them, sitting next to Lavender. She wanted to warn them about what McGonagall had said about Y/N's eyes but wasn't sure quite how to do so.

"Hey Hermione" Harry said, still in his quidditch uniform as Ron nodded with a mouthful of food and Lavender side hugged her and asked: "Where's Y/N?"

"Um about that. He should be down soon, but he might be a little... quiet" Hermione replied, unsure how to approach the matter.

"Oh ok, the Dementors?" Lavender asked.

"Yeah... sort of"

Before Hermione could expand any more Y/N arrived at the table.

"Hey Y/N, great job with the snitch. Thank Merlin you're ok. Thanks for protecting me from the Dementors" Harry gushed at Y/N with a huge smile. He was shocked at the unreadable expression and cold tone he got back:

"Yeah. Fine. Don't mention it. Everything ok with McGonagall, love?"

Harry looked a little shocked at Y/N's dismissive tone, he and Lavender exchanged worried glances as Ron continued to shovel food.

"Um yeah, can we" Hermione touched her temple: "it's a bit... personal."

Of course. Everything ok?

Yeah just a chat about... contraception.

Y/N raised an eyebrow in surprise as Hermione heard back:

Oh. Ok. I didn't think we were there yet.

I'm not saying no, just not quite yet.

Y/N quickly turned to face Hermione fully, taking one of her hands in his as she heard a worried:

No no I didn't mean that love. I wasn't trying to rush or pressure you. I would never ever do that to you, you know that don't you?

Hermione smiled and stroked his cheek with her free hand:

I know you wouldn't baby. The thought that you would never even crossed my mind. But when we do, now we have got protection.

Y/N sighed in relief before a devious cheeky grin grew on his face.

So does that mean you don't want my baby then?

Hermione giggled, rolled her eyes and shook her head at her goofy boyfriend.

Of course I do, later. But yes babe I would love a little someone who is part me and part you. Someone we made. Together.

Y/N smiled sweetly as Hermione heard a genuine:

Me too sweetheart. Me too.

They kissed.

"I will never get used to that" Harry chuckled. He was shocked when Y/N turned from looking sweetly at Hermione and glared at him with a look he had never seen from Y/N before. It was that out of character Ron even stopped eating.

Y/N pulled one of the sandwiches from the platter in front of them, took a bite without realising it was corned beef and then threw it down in disgust.

"This is shit. I'm gonna go further afield. You want anything while I'm gone love?" Y/N ask his girlfriend.

"No, but are you sure that's wise love?" Hermione asked, worried at Y/N's agitated state.

I need to breathe, I feel so hemmed in here, surrounded by people I can't trust.

Hermione sighed. She knew McGonagall's words would have this effect. This was something Y/N was extremely sensitive about. Trust. Hermione understood though, given her boyfriend's life.

Baby you can trust them, they're your friends.

Y/N sighed, exhaling with force:

No. I only have you.

He leant down, kissed her and then got up from his chair, walking out the Great Hall without speaking to anyone else. Once he exited he transfigured into jeans and a tight hugging black jumper and apparated.

"What was all that about?" Lavender asked Hermione worriedly as soon as Y/N left the hall.

"Did I do something wrong? Is Y/N mad at me? I did what he asked when I went to Dumbledore" Harry said getting quite upset. Hermione sighed.

"No it's not that Harry. Dumbledore and McGonagall came to our special place, there was an argument. McGonagall said that you two and Beatrice had seen Y/N's eyes go black when he was mad. That you were afraid of him. She was trying to help but..."

"Fuck." Lavender said catching the other three by surprise. She never usually swore, that much anyway.

"She just made things worse" Lavender added.

"Yeah. You know how Y/N is about his friends fearing him. Plus now he thinks everyone has been talking about him behind his back, and he was already mad at Dumbledore for keeping secrets. I hope he doesn't do anything too stupid."

"Thank god you weren't. You know." Lav winked at Hermione.

The boys did their usual whenever 'intimate' matters were brought up which was look down and blush.

"Five minutes later and..." Hermione shivered and pulled Lavender by the arm, saying: "Come on Lav, we need to talk."

The two girls got up and left, leaving two blushing boys in their wake. It was silent for close to a minute before Ron said quietly:

"So... good thing Y/N caught the snitch."

—~—

Y/N arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, walking in and sitting at the bar. He wasn't worried about anyone recognising him- since his picture had appeared in the Daily Prophet at his return to London he had grown to about 6'4" and was now sporting a full beard. With his muscular physique as well he certainly didn't look like a 14 year old. Unless someone was close enough to notice he could blend in easily. As he sat down on a bar stool the owner of the establishment came walking over with a smile and a bar towel in his hand.

"Hello sir what can I-?"

He stopped dead as he locked eyes with Y/N, recognising the youngest L/N heir and gulping.

"Tom" Y/N said with a smile.

"Ah-uh Mr. L/N. Shouldn't you be at...?"

Tom trailed off, unsure how the known Hogwarts student was in his bar. Truth be told there had been A LOT of stories about Y/N. About what he had done in Azkaban. Whispers about this Punisher...

Tom's fearful thoughts were cut off by Y/N chuckling:

"Don't you know better than to ask questions, Tom?"

Y/N flicked a galleon at the barman as he spoke, Tom's demeanour instantly changing.

"Certainly sir. What can I get you?"

Y/N smiled. Nothing like shiny gold to get someone onside.

"A beer, a scotch and some of that lamb shank stew I can smell, please Tom. Then I need a room for a couple of hours."

"Uh I can't really serve you alco-"

The barman trailed off, Y/N had gone from friendly to frightening in just a moment. Tom shivered at the look he received and changed his mind quickly:

"Never mind, as long as we don't tell no one. But you can't have a room for a couple of hours. We don't run that kind of business here!"

Y/N was puzzled and looked into Tom's mind to see what in Merlin's name he was talking about. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"No Tom, I don't want to get a prossy, I have a girlfriend I love very much."

Tom sighed in relief.

"Sorry boss, just a lot of you upper class pure bloods like to step out with them business ladies."

"Really?" Y/N asked intrigued. This interested him a great deal, considering 'upper class pure bloods' constituted a great deal of his enemies. A plan formed quickly in his mind. He smirked at Tom as he spoke:

"And a barman who saw this happening could say, keep a list of who and when, couldn't he?"

Tom stuttered, looked around the empty bar, and whispered "If anyone found out"

Y/N placed more galleons in front of him and Tom looked around again before quickly pocketing them.

"I won't be telling anyone Tom, and you would be handsomely remunerated."

Tom nodded.

"Ok. I can do that. Your drinks sir."

Y/N downed the shot and sipped the beer as a barmaid brought him his lamb shanks. She smiled.

"I know you."

Y/N looked up from his pint, answering:

"Do you now? I don't know you"

He looked down and started drinking and eating again.

"Yeah. Y/N right. Don't look how I remember from Hogwarts last year. A lot... bigger."

Y/N chuckled:

"And do I get to know your name?"

"I'm Jo. Jo Harville" She smiled before noticing Y/N holding a 'I don't give a fuck' expression.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Y/N asked unimpressed.

"Sam didn't mention me?"

"Sam who?" Y/N asked without looking up but giving nothing away.

"Y/N, I'm a hunter."

This did get a reaction as Y/N looked up and chuckled. He'd been around hunters since he was eight years old. Grizzled Bobby Singer and Sam Winchester were as nice and polite as they got. Most were a lot closer to Aberforth Dumbledore. He looked at Jo with a smile and asked: "You're a hunter?"

"Yes. Well no. My mum is, Ellen. She runs the Roadhouse."

"Your mum I've heard of" Y/N replied as he ate.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?"

"You always this nosy?"

"Don't usually have to be. I smile at most guys across the bar and they'll tell me anything trying to jump in my pants."

"I have no interest in your pants or anything in them Jo. Why are you here if your mum runs the Roadhouse?"

Jo wasn't sure whether to be happy or offended. This kid wasn't like anyone she had met before. She knew him from Hogwarts, by reputation, having finished the year before. But as she was a Hufflepuff she didn't really have anything to do with him. She had heard Beatrice Haywood and Cedric Diggory talking about him, what a good guy he was. And the younger Hufflepuff girls wouldn't shut up about him, but they hadn't met.

"I'm here helping Uncle Tom while his usual barmaid is sick."

Y/N chuckled. "Uncle Tom?"

"Yeah he's my mother's brother."

"Can't say I see the family resemblance. Can you get my room key for me please?"

Jo nodded and went to Tom. He handed her the key which she gave to Y/N. Y/N took it before reaching out to shake her hand. She thought it was odd but reached anyway, feeling something heavy being put in it. She closed her hand and lowered it.

"Tell Tom that more than covers the room and a little something extra for his discretion. See you round Jo."

Y/N walked upstairs and Jo let go of a breath she didn't realise she was holding. There was something about him, something intoxicating.

—~—

Y/N got up to the room and locked the door behind him. He lowered himself to his knees. He felt the darkness over coming him. He felt it surging up from the depths of his soul, urging him to onwards. Instead he did as he was shown by Lord Dhalsim. He meditated.

—~—

Y/N opened his eyes and was instantly aware it was dark outside. He checked his watch to see it was 9:20pm. He had been in a meditative state for hours. He needed to be getting back to Hogwarts but he had one more thing to check up on while he was in London. He astrally projected himself.

—~—

Clayton Bigsby was in a dingy room, the same dingy room he had been in for the last three days.

His arms were bound above his head, he was cut and bruised. He had been brutally tortured with the Cruciatis curse. But he was alive, and he hadn't given these arseholes a thing. The taller man walked in the Room, the one of the three who were holding Clayton that had done all the torturing. He looked down at Clayton with distain.

"Right you scumbag. My boss wants to know. Like I've asked you and asked you and asked you. All you had to do was give me a name. This new Lord you've been talking about to everyone who will listen. Who is he? My boss is very keen to have a chat. You need to understand how proper fucked you are. We're going to see her soon, my boss; and you think I've hurt you, you've got no idea what's coming for you."

Clayton looked up before spitting at the man's feet.

"You may as well just kill me now. I'll never betray my lord you cunt. Never!"

Clayton went to talk again before he heard Y/N in his mind.

Clayton where are you?

Clayton looked around happily, unsure where his Lord was, but knowing his faith had been rewarded.

"My lord. My lord. I'm in the backroom of the Maison du Mal in Knockturn."

Hold on I'll be there soon

"Yes my lord"

Clayton grinned a bloody grin at his three captors and laughed like a madman before asking:

"Whose proper fucked now, hey?"

—~—

Y/N returned to his body and apparated instantly to Knockturn. He walked in the front of the Maison and headed straight towards the back.

"Hey you can't go in there!" Some big hired muscle yelled at him.

A flick of Y/N's wrist and his wand had descended, non-verbally casting Diffindo as the man grabbed his throat. He fell backwards to the floor before quickly bleeding out.

Y/N kicked the door in, the two wizards and witch being summoned towards Y/N and down to the floor, magically bound. He waved his hand and Clayton's bonds were released.

"Thank you my Lord" Clayton bowed deeply.

"Sit, Clayton, sit. Are you alright?" Y/N asked with genuine concern.

"I am now my Lord" Clayton replied.

"The Grindelwald is your Lord?" The witch asked in fear. Rumours had spread among the underworld of this boy. Terrifying rumours. She was ignored as Y/N continued:

"I thank you, Clayton. You have shown me tremendous loyalty. It will not be forgotten" Y/N smiled. Clayton stood and bowed before Y/N helped him take a seat again. He turned to the three bound captors turned captives.

"This man has sworn fealty to me. That makes him my property. Why were you damaging my property?" Y/N asked in a deep, intimidating tone.

"We had orders, from the knights of Merlin" the rotund wizard answered.

"Interesting" Y/N chuckled rubbing his beard.

"Fuck You Grindelwald" The middle wizard sneered. "Lillith's coming for you!"

Y/N chuckled.

"Lilith can suck my enormous cock. I wouldn't be worried so much about that slut. I'd be more worried about myself if I was you."

"You two" Y/N said quickly, turning from the man in the middle to the rotund wizard and the witch on either side of him.

"Both of you are half bloods. Why are you throwing in with scum like this?"

Before they could answer Y/N answered for them.

"Fear. The Knights run the block and you had nowhere to go. Well that's changing. As half bloods you are eligible. Swear fealty to me and your sins will be forgiven. You will, in time, find full fellowship, in brother and sisterhood. In a family. All you need do is accept me" Y/N smirked with an arrogant confidence.

"Yes my Lord." The witch answered.

"I swear fealty and obedience to you my Lord" the rotund wizard nodded.

"Fucking traitors. Lilliths gonna- ahhhhhhh!" The middle wizard screamed in pain as he was nonverbally crucio'd by Y/N.

"I accept your apology and oaths. But there will be a test. I will summon you to me along with all who hear my message. I suggest you be there."

He released their bonds and the pair nodded, standing.

"I need you to stick around for what comes after. Help Clayton to the Alley" He said to them. They nodded as Y/N turned to the man on his knees.

"Now you, Gerald Rosier. Knight, pure blood, Death Eater, scumbag. I hope you're ready for what comes after.

Gerald looked up at him with fear.

—~—

Gerald was dragged to the middle of Knockturn alley by Y/N before being thrown to his knees. He had tears in his eyes.

Clayton and the other two stood by the doorway to the Maison as they heard Y/N's voice in their head.

Denizens of Knockturn. Get out here. Now.

Doors opened and witches and wizards came out onto the street, confused. They saw Gerald on his knees crying, Y/N walking around him.

"There's a new world order boys and girls. Those of you who are half blood, muggleborn, live in the dark and don't hurt the innocent. You are invited. Well done. The rest of you..."

Suddenly about two thirds of the crowd were magically on their knees and bound.

"Well I want you to see this. Gerald here is a Death Eater. He's a Knight of Merlin. He kills muggleborns for sport. Tonight he's going to pay for his sins in front of all you fine people, and he's going to wish death comes for him before it does."

A sadistic smile grew on Y/N's face. None of the people around Knockturn could turn from the scene, as much as they wanted to. It was like they were being controlled by some force, compelling them to watch. Gerald whimpered and looked up at Y/N, begging him:

"Just use the curse. Do me clean, please."

Y/N laughed loudly, looking down into Gerald's eyes:

"Oh no. You're a disgrace to magic, Gerald. So you don't get the honour of dying from it!"

Y/N snarled and held out his hand and a thick metal bar flew into it. Gerald looked up at Y/N and his sadistic grin and cried again. Y/N yelled out to his audience again:

"It's funny ladies and gentlemen. You can't judge a man by his beliefs, not even by his actions. The best way to judge a man is how he faces death. A snivelling little bitch like this. Well I think that says plenty. Take notice purebloods. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell. You're all gonna be doing that."

Y/N lifted the bar and and brought it down on Gerald's head, splitting the top of his skull. He was completely gone from the first shot as cries and shrieks could be heard around the alley.

"Ohhh. Look at that. Taking it like a champ" Y/N laughed and swung down again

and again

and again.

After seven or eight swings nothing remained of Gerald's head but a bloody twitching stump and a lot of skull and sinew splattered around the courtyard.

The magical bonds were released as a lot of scared witches and wizards stood up, still though, they couldn't look away.

"I lied. Purebloods who hold our values are welcome to join the new world order. We don't discriminate, as long as you can pass the test. I will summon you. You will know my call."

Y/N pointed his wand up in the air, a loud bang making everyone jump as a translucent skull roared in anger high in the air above them.

He disapparated out the courtyard as a lot of people looked around scared. Clayton was puzzled until he heard his former captors talking in fear:

"That was the Punisher. Who was that?" the witch asked.

"I don't know. I don't know. How did he have a skull for a face?" The wizard replied equally scared. Clayton heard a voice his his head.

9:00pm. December 21st. Mackenzie Mausoleum, Greyfriars Kirkyard, Edinburgh. Keep the date and location to yourself. I will summon all to me.

"Yes my lord" Clayton said to himself with a smile.

—~—

Y/N apparated back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. He cleaned the blood off himself with a cleaning spell and headed downstairs. Only Jo was in the near empty pub as he looked at his watch, it had just ticked passed 10:30pm.

"Shot of scotch please, Jo" Y/N asked.

Jo chuckled at the teenager before pouring and pushing the shot glass towards him. Y/N downed it in an instant and placed a galleon on the bar along with his key.

"Tell Tom thanks and I'll be in touch. He knows what about"

He transfigured back into Hogwarts robes and apparated. Jo was even more impressed.

—~—

Y/N appeared at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Ever since Sirius Black tore up the Fat lady's picture she was too afraid to return. The only portrait who would take the role was a demented Knight known as Sir Cadogan. Y/N was not in the mood for him.

"Open up knight" Y/N grunted.

"What's the password brigand?"

"Open the fucking door"

"Ha. You'll never trick me. I am a Knight if the Round Table and.... what are you doing?"

Y/N unsheathed his Angel Blade and sliced the edge of the portrait. It withered and 'died'. Cadogan looked down in fear.

"I suggest you open up. And you do so whenever you see me, Knight."

"Yes sir" the 'brave' knight gulped.

Y/N walked into the common room to see his beautiful girlfriend asleep on the couch. He gently kneeled in front of her and stroked her face.

"Baby, wake up love" Y/N spoke tenderly.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and as she saw her boyfriend in front of her she instantly wrapped him in a huge hug.

"Baby where were you? I was so worried"

Y/N hugged her back, answering: "Sorry babe, I just had to blow off some steam."

"It's ok. As long as you are alright. How are you after this morning?"

"Yeah. You know" Y/N replied.

"I know love. They're not afraid of you. Maybe you should talk to them?"

"Yeah maybe. Anyway come on love, up to bed. It's a bit late to go to our special place, but you need to rest. It's been an upsetting day for you." Y/N said with a tender smile.

"Me. What about you?"

"Yeah I'll go to my bed as well."

"Good. Good night baby. I love you." Hermione said with a smile as she kissed him. 

"I love you too" Y/N smiled as she walked off before returning to his usual stoic glare. He walked up the stairs to his dorm and entered. The other boys were asleep so he stripped to boxers.

"Hey Y/N" he heard Harry whisper behind him.

"Harry" Y/N replied as he got into bed and closed his curtains.

—~—

It was 1:30am and Albus was sat with his head in his hands as he spoke to Alastor Moody's flaming face through his office fireplace.

"So it was the Punisher, there's no question?" Albus asked.

"Yeah it was him alright. Same M/O. Wand missing, screaming skull calling card. It's Gerald Rosier. We could only tell by his Ministry I.D. There was nothing left of his head."

"Gerald... but he was an honourable man?" Albus asked in shock.

"He had a Dark Mark on his forearm, Albus. I don't know how we missed it after the war. He wasn't even a suspect. Over 100 witnesses all saying the same thing. He deserved to be punished, and that the Punisher had a skull for a face."

Moody disappeared and Albus sat in a panic, wondering how his plan was unravelling so quickly.