St Mary's convent, Jerusalem, September 14th, 1979

Candles lined the walls of the Ancient convent, located in the heart of the old city, as the two dozen nuns who called this place their spiritual and physical home walked silently towards their chapel for evening mass.

This site had always been special. It was originally a Canaanite temple, co opted into a synagogue after the Israelites conquered the land.

Following the Seige of Jerusalem in 70AD it was claimed by early Christians and had been used as a convent since then.

This place always had a spiritual feel to the people who walked it's grounds. The Priest of the complex, Father Dominic Lehne, was lighting the last of the candles to illuminate his small church in preparation for his nightly epistle.

He turned round in shock as the doors to his church blew open, a cold breeze rushing through as the priest screamed, a black smoke engulfing and overwhelming him.

—~—

The last of the sisters entered the small but ancient chapel and closed the door behind her, smiling. Tonight was Tuesday and Father Dominic always read from the Book of Acts on a Tuesday. Is was her favourite book of the Bible, outside the Gospels.

She took her seat as Father Dominic looked out at his flock, smiling as he began the service:

"Our Father who art in... heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come blah, blah, blah..."

The nuns looked at each other puzzled:

"Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from..."

A sadistic smirk grew on Father Dominic's face:

"... evil."

He chuckled and held his hands out to the sides as he began to walk through the church, passed the pews, to the church doors.

"Truer words never spoken, huh, sisters? But sometimes it seems as if it's difficult to know the creator. Sometimes I feel, in a very literal sense, that I have been wandering in the desert for years, looking for our father."

He reached the doors and chuckled as he locked them. He turned back to face the alter and the large depiction of the crucified Lord and Saviour.

"Well not 'our father', my father. See he's in jail. Your dad put him there..."

The nuns now turned to stare at the priest confused, and frankly scared, by the words the Father was speaking:

"I almost gave up hope. But ye of little faith, because I finally found him, or at least, you know, the spot where his cage door opens. It's right here, in a damn convent for God's sake. Life is funny."

"Uh, Father?" One of the youngest nuns asked. She jumped in terror, along with with the other sisters, as Father Dominic turned and roared, in an unearthly voice:

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING PIE HOLE YOU LITTLE SLUT!!!"

A large eerie smile quickly grew on his face before he continued happily:

"Then again I suppose it makes sense. The folks forget my... daddy is an angel after all. Or was."

Several nuns began to hyperventilate. Others clasped their hands together and prayed:

"I mean, I suppose some dumb bastard stood here, felt a jolt of his holy juice, and thought 'I'm gonna build me a nun factory'"

The young nun closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"Well it's the right idea. Wrong angel."

He laughed and turned back to the alter, his eyes turning black as he picked up a large serrated knife.

"So um, if any of you gals are the praying type, now would be a good time to start!"

—~—

Screams had echoed through the convent for twenty minutes before it finally fell silent. Blood and viscera soaked the walls of the chapel.

The young nun's corpse was laid upside down on the alter, her head laying back limply as the priest stared into her dead eyes. He dropped to his knees with his hands together.

"Father look, I'm not exactly the praying type but still, I made the sacrifice, I got you a bagful of nuns, so, uh, can you hear me? Can you whisper through the door?"

A cold wind blew through the chapel, the nurses body lifted as it seemed to animate, a strange unearthly whisper emanating from her lips, audible only to the demon possessed priest.

"I'm here my son."

"It's so good to hear your voice, Abba" the priest smiled. "It's I, Alastair, King of Hell in your absence. I've been keeping the throne warm for you."

"You have done well my child. It is time. Tell Lilith-"

"That human whore? Surely anything you require is a task for us demons my l-"

"SILENCE!!!" The nurse's corpse roared- a shockwave knocking the demon to the floor and blowing out the thousand year old stained glass windows of the chapel.

"Yes father, sorry father" the demon whimpered as he bowed submissively.

"Tell Lilith the child has been born. The special child. She knows what she and her knights must do"

—~—

Wednesday August 11th 4:30PM

Y/N grinned a bloody grin as he chuckled, a hard punch cannoning across his cheek.

His head shot to the side, blood spraying out, as he began laughing at his assailant.

"Is that the best you got bitch? I've been hit harder by women!"

Y/N was bound to the wall of his holding cell, his arms spread in mock crucifixion, as two men beat him, as they had been for hours. Under his shirt his ribs were brushing and sore, not that he would give them the satisfaction of knowing that.

His lip was split and bleeding, his eye was blackening and swelling, as was his cheek which was cut and bleeding. The man punched again, hard. His name was Corban Yaxley, the head of the Department of Intoxicating Substances and a former Death Eater, who had been pardoned for his crimes after claiming he was under the Imperious Curse.

The claim of innocence was mirrored by the second man beating Y/N, a man named Gerald Rosier, who was a sitting member of the Wizengamot, and a close personal friend of Cornelius Fudge.

Rosier stepped forward, punching Y/N hard twice in the ribs, and sneering as he did:

"You think you're tough boy? Maybe we should visit that little Mudblood girlfriend of yours?"

In an instant Y/N's expression changed from arrogance to fury. A cold wind blew through the small cell as Rosier witnessed a darkness growing on the boy's face. Y/N looked at Rosier, stared deep into the man's eyes as he replied:

"I'm gonna kill you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I'm gonna kill you. You're already dead!"

Fear grew on Rosier's face, quickly replaced by anger as he roared:

"Is that a threat? Is that a threat? You will find, boy, that fear is not a word in my vocabulary!"

"Maybe not. But it's in your eyes" Y/N replied coldly.

Another punch cannoned into Y/N's face before a roaring voice was heard:

"What in Merlin's name is going on here!?!"

Y/N looked towards the bars of his cell. The voice originated from the dark skinned man who he had seen with Mad-Eye at St. Mungoes.

The second person was his dear cousin, Nymphodora Tonks, and she looked pissed.

"We were simply following the Minister's orders Kingsley. The prisoner is quite violent, he needed to be subdued before his hearing. If you have any questions about our methods you can ask the Min-"

An irate Kingsley cut off Rosier's arrogant smirking explanation, roaring:

"I will be referring it to the ethics committee, rest assured. Leave, now!"

The two former death eaters chuckled and left the cell, leaving Y/N bound to the wall still, struggling to support his own body weight after hours of being beaten.

Tonks rushed into the cell, closely followed by Kingsley. She practically yelled as she released his bindings as quickly as possible:

"What in Merlin's name were you thinking Y/N? Walking into the ministry and punching an employee? Please tell me you were confounded, anything we can use in your defence!"

As she spoke her bubblegum pink hair turned red. Y/N knew she was pissed.

Y/N grinned and chuckled as he was released from his bonds and helped onto the bench by Kingsley. He knew this was by far the dumbest thing he had ever done, and that was quite a list, but at least Sirius would know from the publicity exactly where he was. He prayed Albus had decent security around Harry. He looked at his cousin with a shit eating grin:

"Sorry cus, but I did so under my own volition. Had to make a bit of a public spectacle. Draw your cousin and my uncle's eyes to me"

Y/N continued to grin. Tonks didn't.

"You walked into the Ministry of Magic and punched Yaxley in the face because of Sirius Black?" She asked dumbfounded

"Yes. Now there isn't much time. I've placed wards around Hermione's house. I need you to-"

Y/N stopped talking suddenly and looked at the man in front of him. He spoke to Tonks while keeping eye contact with the man:

"Tonks who is this and is he trustworthy?"

Tonks nodded.

"This is Kingsley Shacklebolt. You can trust him Y/N"

Kingsley extended his hand, which Y/N shook, as he said:

"I knew your father. He was a good friend. I miss him terribly."

Y/N nodded and turned back to his cousin:

"Tonks, I asked Talbot and Badeea to watch over Hermione's house for the next few weeks in their... alter egos. Can you check in with them? Make sure everything is ok?"

Tonks nodded and Kingsley looked at Y/N with a look of almost admiration:

"You did this for the press, didn't you Y/N? To keep your girlfriend safe."

Y/N nodded and Kingsley chucked:

"You are definitely your father's son."

Y/N chuckled before wincing in annoyance as Tonks gently applied pressure to his swollen cheekbone.

"Yeah... to be fair Kingsley I also just wanted to hit Yaxley. He's a thorough cunt!"

—~—

Cornelius Fudge was sat in his office. The boy had done it again. He had Y/N now right where he wanted him. He most trusted aide was stood with him, in his office, giving him council as she always did.

"We have him now Cornelius my dear. That boy. The only one who can stop your grand destiny. He needs to go to Azkaban. They will break him, and only by breaking him can he be stopped."

"Y-Yes my dear but-"

Cornelius's whimpering was cut off as the woman smiled sweetly and stroked his face.

"Courage, courage my Fudgy-Wudgy. Have I ever let you down? Have I ever led you wrong?"

Cornelius looked up into her eyes and smiled, shaking his head. This woman had appeared to him for the first time when he was a child. Although close to sixty years prior, she hadn't aged a day.

He thought of her as his guardian angel. She told him he would be Minister for Magic one day. She told him how to make himself rich beyond belief with the correct 'allocation' of funds dedicated to rebuilding Britain after the war. She told him he was destined to be remembered as the greatest Minister of all time. Only one stood in his way. One child, the third son of the Archduke. A child destined to rise up to be even more evil than he-who-must-not-be-named. Only Cornelius could stop this evil child. Only Cornelius with the help of his special lady. His guardian angel. His Lilith. He nodded his head in resolve.

"I won't let you down my love" he said resolutely. Lillith smiled.

"I know you won't my dear. I know you won't."

—~—

Two men stood outside the Ministry for Magic building. One was the masked enigma known as 311. The other man stood staring, dressed in a trench coat and suit underneath.

They looked up at the mysterious wards that covered the building.

"Enochian wards and sigils, 311. Neither I nor my brethren can enter."

"Keep trying Castiel. I have my department scouring the building looking for the source of the wards."

—~—

Y/N was assisted to the Wizengamot courtroom by Tonks and Shacklebolt. As he was a noble born from an Ancient and Sacred House, the whole Wizengamot was required to attend. He looked up at Fudge, in all his fineries, and couldn't help but notice the resemblance to a stuffed pig. He laughed to himself.

There were whispers around the hall as Y/N sat gingerly in his seat. He looked around before spitting blood from his mouth to the floor of the hall, looking around at the gathered witches and wizards in front of him.

"This is how I was welcomed today, to the Ministry of Magic. I've been worked over for the last five hours by Gerald Rosier and Corban Yaxley. They seemed to be operating under the directive of Cornelius Fudge!"

More whispers and shocked glances broke out as Fudge waved Kingsley over to him, extremely angered.

"I thought I made it clear he was to be healed before coming from any injuries suffered during his arrest!"

Kingsley shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"The boy refused medical treatment. What could I do?"

A woman who looked like she had real authority looked at Y/N concerned.

She asked loudly:

"What happened Mr. L/N? Are you ok?"

Y/N smiled through his bruised and swelling face.

"These, these are just souvenirs of Ministry hospitality, as I said. My ribs are much worse Madam..."

"Bones. Amelia Bones. Head of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement."

"Ahh, Madam Bones. It's wonderful to finally make your acquaintance. I'm in the same year as your niece. She's a lovely girl.  Very friendly. You should be proud of her".

"I am, thank you Y/N, but back to my question. Are you ok?"

Y/N smiled a warm genuine smile at Amelia Bones' concern. He instantly had the impression he could trust her.

"I thank you for your concern, Madam Bones, but I think everyone here is aware I have endured far worse than anything Fudge's thugs can dish out."

The Minister had had enough of Y/N currying favour with influential politicians and instantly spoke up loudly:

"We are here to determine the punishment for this boy. Earlier this morning he did willingly and in full knowledge of the illegality of his actions enter the Ministry of Magic and strike an employee. Do you deny the charges boy?"

"That would kind of defeat the purpose of my actions wouldn't it? Denying them?" Y/N chuckled.

"You want to watch your tongue boy. You're in real trouble here. Did you strike an employee of the Ministry of Magic"

Y/N's cocky smirk broke out across his face.

"Yes Minister I did"

"Why though Y/N? Help us understand. Was it random? Were you confounded?"

Y/N smiled at the look of concern on Amelia Bones's face as he replied:

"No, Madam Bones, it wasn't random and no I wasn't bewitched. I was incensed by his use of the foul term for Muggleborns. I was walking passed him when I heard him say the word, quite loudly. Hardly fitting for a Ministry employee, especially a head of a department that's... under you, if I am correct, Madam."

"He is indeed, and I give you my word I will investigate your claims, but regardless that doesn't give you permission to assault anyone."

"Very true, Madam Bones. So, Cornelius, what will my punishment be?"

The Minister was incensed as he roared:

"You will address me as Minister or be held in contempt of this court!"

The hall was shocked when Y/N roared back.

"I have nothing but contempt for this court! I will address you how I see fit. You're nothing but a weak willed sycophant. I've met Flobberworms with more spine than you. You've allowed this once noble institution to be filled with rot and corruption. I ask you again. WHAT. IS. MY. PUNISHMENT?"

The two engaged in a staring contest, both equally filled with loathing for the other. Y/N's attention though was briefly pulled away to high to the left in his peripheral vision.

A woman stood there, at the very back of the Wizengamot bench. He couldn't make out her details but it was clear she wasn't a member of parliament. Y/N's attention was drawn back to the Minister who spoke loudly and angrily:

"You will be expelled from Hogwarts boy! You are rude, violent and a liar."

Y/N was extremely offended and roared back:

"I AM NOT A LIAR!"

The atmosphere in the large hall seemed to change as Y/N erupted. Whispers could be heard across the chamber. The Minister appeared to cower back in his seat. Y/N continued:

"I am violent, and I can be quite rude to those who deserve it. But I will not be expelled from Hogwarts."

"Oh you think so do you?"

"I know so... Cornelius. Under the Wizengamot Charter Of Rights, Section 3.5, Subsection G, Paragraph 4- I quote 'Any illegal actions not involving the use of magic by any student enrolled at Hogwarts but not present at said school cannot impact on their enrolment'. I would have thought the Minister for Magic would at least know the laws he is supposed to uphold."

More whispers were heard across the chamber. Fudge turned red then purple with rage. He finally managed to speak through his blown blood vessel:

"Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Then you can go to Azkaban. A fortnight was agreed upon last time we had a chat and a fortnight it shall be."

Y/N grinned at him. The idiot has just given him what he wanted. Amelia Bones exploded:

"Absolutely not Minister. He is a thirteen year old boy. He will not be going to a hellhole full of murderers, rapists and dementors. Not for a first offence. Absolutely not!"

Y/N sighed. As much as he liked Amelia she was going to be a problem.

"Then what do you suggest Amelia? Let the boy off Scott free?" Fudge spluttered.

"You could have me whipped again Minister" Y/N suggested. Many faces looked at Y/N confused and/or concerned. Y/N spoke loudly to the hall:

"As a noble I chose to be whipped rather than leave my dear sweet Hermione. Would you like to see the scars?"

Gasps were now heard throughout the chamber.

"Noble or not that should not have happened, Y/N. I can only apologise on behalf of this chamber. But-"

Y/N was a gambler. It was his personality. He decided to take the biggest risk he had in a while. He attempted to communicate with Amelia, pinging at her Occlumency shields.

Amelia stopped mid sentence, aware of someone attacking her shield, when she made eye contact with Y/N, his eyebrow raised. She was shocked, a boy of his age having such power, but she lowered her shield.

Please ma'am. Sirius Black is my uncle. I believe he wants to finish what his followers started when my father was murdered and I was tortured. I need to go to the rock to keep my girlfriend safe. If he knows I'm in there he won't be looking for me here. Please.

Amelia was gobsmacked as she thought back:

Do you know what your asking boy? Do you know what kind of place that is?

Yes ma'am I do, but Hermione's safety is worth risking everything for.

Amelia sighed as she resumed speaking:

"If that is the wish of the Minister, then I as head of Magical Law Enforcement will reluctantly support the motion, providing it is for no longer than a fortnight and will not impact upon his education continuing at Hogwarts."

Y/N mouthed a thank you to her. Amelia nodded. Cornelius spoke overwhelmingly excited:

"Let's put it to a vote. All those who agree with the sentence of immediate imprisonment in Azkaban for a fortnight starting immediately say Aye".

About half the assembled politicians called "Aye!"

"Those opposed?"

Again about half assembled group called out "Nay". Fudge though, didn't hesitate to declare a verdict:

"The accused is found guilty and will be sent to Azkaban immediately, for fourteen days! Dismissed."

Fudge got up and immediately left. Amelia looked at Y/N with a concerned look before leaving as well.

Nymphadora and Kingsley walked over and took Y/N's arms.

"Come on Y/N. We need to leave by flying carriage immediately" Tonks said as she held back tears.

"One second, take my shirt off" Y/N chuckled, unable to lift his arms to do it himself.

Tonks was puzzled but did so, her breath hitching at the numerous welts and bruises on Y/N's chest and abdomen. He called out loudly:

"Hey Skeeter. Want a great photo for the Prophet?"

Y/N chuckled to himself. The plan went off without a hitch.