Y/N had smiled at Hermione's comment and pecked her lips, but the moment he let go of her hand his anger returned.

He looked at the teacher who was obviously intimidated by his outburst and was now visibly shaken.

Within moments all reason in his mind seemed to flee. He was outraged with Trelawney. How dare she do this to him. Who the hell did she think she was? Didn't she know who he was?

The rage in him built and built as his nostrils flared, his fists tightened and his muscles tensed. Hermione felt his body stiffening next to her and was instantly filled with a foreboding sense of dread. She knew her man. Something was wrong.

Y/N was suddenly jolted by an image appearing without warning in his mind. He stood over Trelawney, looking down at her on her knees in front of him. His hands were around her throat..

Squeezing.

Tightening.

Choking the life of out her for daring to fuck with him. Waste his time. He heard that voice again. He knew who's voice it was now:

...do it Y/N. Do it. Torture her. Kill her. End her slowly. The rules of sheep don't apply to lions...

He snapped out of his rage filled stupor as he inhaled deeply, gasping. He looked around and saw the shocked and frightened faces of his classmates and teacher looking at him. Hermione meanwhile only looked at him with concern.

Y/N was instantly filled with a sense of dread, of panic, that was dangerously close to breaking through the stoic veneer he kept in place (for the most part).

Y/N tried his best to hold his panic in. He was used to the pressure the Archon gave, even the voice in his head, but this was different- to insert an image of murdering his teacher...

Y/N was the one who was terrified the most now. He hid it well, putting on his stoic facade and glancing at his still stunned and opened mouth teacher.

Forgive me Professor. I don't know what came over me.

The teacher's mouth closed as she heard her student's voice in her mind. She looked at him momentarily before nodding slightly and continuing her lesson.

—~—

Following his outburst in Divination Y/N had been quiet. Hermione was concerned. It was completely out of character for Y/N to disrespect a teacher like that, unless like was the case with Remus he had a significant personal axe to grind. Even a Professor as annoying as Trelawney didn't justify his wroth.

Not to mention how quiet he had gone. Y/N going quiet was never a good sign. As they sat in Transfiguration taking notes from the board Hermione noticed Professor McGonagall looking at Y/N. The teacher held a look of deep concern. She was pulled from the thought by a knock at the classroom door. The class except for Y/N turned around. It was the Headmaster.

"Sorry to intrude Professor McGonagall but could I borrow young Lord L/N please?" he smiled, but Hermione could tell it was strained.

Professor McGonagall nodded, looking at Y/N who was miles away.

"Mr. L/N? MR. L/N!" McGonagall tried unsuccessfully to get his attention.

"Baby" Hermione said gently, rubbing Y/N's arm.

"Hmm. Sorry love?" Y/N said, pulled from his daydream.

"The Headmaster for you babe" Hermione said as she motioned towards the door.

"Ok. Thanks baby. I'll let you know what's going on" Y/N said kissing her as he got up to leave the class. He stopped though, next to where the Slytherin students were sitting. They all instantly looked down in fear. Draco began sweating and trembling. Y/N spoke, his eyes not leaving the Headmaster.

"Do not let there be a repeat of last time. I will not show mercy. Should any of you disrespect my Lady, you will not survive this day. Do not fucking try me!"

The cool tone in his voice that gradually built to rage sent a shiver down the collective spines of those in the class. Lavender looked at Hermione, who returned her worried expression.

Y/N walked out and the Headmaster closed the class door.

"I must speak with you Y/N. But not here. Meet me in my office."

With that he was gone. Y/N grumbled to himself and apparated directly to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was already seated and invited Y/N to do the same. Y/N did, already knowing what this was about.

"I heard about Divination this morning, Y/N. I don't need to tell you that using that kind of language is completely unacceptable especially with a teacher."

Dumbledore's tone was firm, angry. His wand was in his hand under his desk, Albus completely unsure whether he would be met with Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde. What happened next surprised him immensely though:

"I know sir. I apologise and accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

Dumbledore was surprised. He was sure there would be at the very least a heated argument. His demeanour seemed to change, soften as he subtly resheathed his wand in his sleeve.

"Professor Trelawney told me you apologised. Can you... I understand there have been difficulties Y/N, but can you tell me what is going on? To hear you of all people disrespecting a Professor like that. I don't have to tell you it shocked and concerned me."

Y/N looked down and sighed.

"It wasn't just swearing at her Albus. I was so enraged that she dared change the order of the curriculum-"

He paused seeing the look on the Headmaster's face.

"Yeah I know. It's just I'm so angry all the time. I see how things are. The Ministry, the Knights, how Muggleborns are treated, other races... and I just want to burn everything Albus. It wasn't just... I envisioned in my head strangling her to death."

The Headmaster was now noticeably scared. Y/N recognised the fear in the old man's eyes.

"I know Albus. It just popped into my head. I didn't actively think about it... it scared the hell out of me too."

"Y/N you must know that this is-"

"Of course I do, I'm not a fucking idiot!" Y/N roared, his eyes flashing black as a lamp behind him exploded.

Albus stiffened as Y/N appeared to physically try and restrain himself. His head jerked to the side as he seemed to internally battle something.

"I feel it all the time Albus. It's like a rat gnawing at me. It speaks to me. Pushed me. Now implanting images... I just want to rip apart everything..."

Y/N turned his head again, a small growl escaping his lips as he muttered:

"...and I don't know how much longer I can hold it back!"

Albus sighed to himself. What had to follow was the absolute worst case emergency. Albus had heard of the magic theoretically before, but needed personal tuition from Castiel in it's execution. This had been the magical equivalent of a fire axe in a break class in case of emergency box.

"Have you heard of Aspidakinesis, Y/N?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"No Albus I haven't" Y/N answered slightly confused through gritted teeth.

"It's a form of Occlumency training that is born in the higher levels of the light. It dates from the First Age. Given your magical... disposition... I thought you may not have come across it. Your punishment for your conduct in Divination is that you will work with me, each evening for the next fortnight, so you can master it. I believe it may assist you keeping the Archon at bay. I'll meet you at 4pm each evening for an hour here at my office."

Y/N nodded and went to stand but Dumbledore put up his hand.

"We will start momentarily. But first there is something else that can help you for the time being. I need you to remain calm."

Y/N's eyes narrowed before he heard Dumbledore speak again.

"Castiel!"

The Angel appeared next to Albus at the desk, Y/N shooting up on his feet:

"You've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here!" Y/N snapped as he shot to his feet.

"Y/N fight it. You know in your heart Castiel had nothing to do with what happened, with Uriel's threats against Ms. Granger. Fight it Y/N. Fight it" Dumbledore bellowed and pled at the same time.

Y/N's head jerked again as he felt every fibre of his being pushing him to impale Castiel through the throat with his blade.

"It's worse than we feared Albus" Castiel said in his dry monotone way. He walked to Y/N and placed a hand on his head as Y/N fought the urge to gut him, even using his right hand to hold his left arm down.

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Y/N felt a blinding pain in his head, causing him to roar in pain and then... nothing. No pain, no desire to kill, the rage had subsided completely:

"What the hell was that? I was about ready to kill you and it's gone?" Y/N asked looking at the Angel- significant tension already visibly leaving his body.

"I carved Enochian sigils into your skull and brain matter, enough to keep the Archon at bay. At least temporarily. Your ancestors all had until they were in their twenties before their Archons started exerting this much influence over them. Yours is much stronger than I have seen before, even stronger than Achilles' abomination..."

The angel's voice trailed off, an audible hint of fear in his words.

"That's reassuring" Y/N sighed.

"The strength of the Archon reflects the strength of the witch or wizard, Y/N. You are the Prophesied One don't forget. I know you can overcome it, but for now we need to buy you as much time as possible. Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked.

"One second" Y/N answered.

He gripped his earring and whispered.

—~—

Hermione was sitting in Transfiguration, it was almost lunchtime. She was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. Her mind kept wandering to her boyfriend. Was he ok? Was he in trouble? Professor McGonagall was being her strict usual self with the other students but had left Hermione be, noting the concern etched on the girls face. She suddenly felt her earring vibrate and heard her lover's voice.

"Drop shields."

Hermione did so, releasing her Occlumency shield and suddenly heard her lover in her mind.

Training with Albus. Intense. Will see you after. Love you.

She smiled to herself. At least he was ok.

—~—

Y/N released his earring and opened his eyes, returning his attention to the Headmaster and the angel standing next to him. He noted the look of worry on the angel's face.

"Are you ready Y/N? I warn you. This will hurt. A lot. It will make the Cruciatis Curse seem like a papercut" The Headmaster warned him with a voice full of apprehension for what he was about to do to his student.

"Don't have much of a choice Albus" Y/N answered looking directly into the wand the Headmaster was pointing at his face.

—~—

For the next several hours Y/N's agonised screams could be heard echoing throughout the halls of Hogwarts castle.

The spell being used by the Headmaster took so much effort and concentration he had to fully focus on casting t it, unable to hold a silencing charm at the same time. He was burning Y/N's mind internally with holy fire, Y/N needing to push back and form a shield to stop himself from being burned to death from the inside out. A normal man would have perished almost immediately.

It was therefore unfortunate that many students and staff members looked at each other in concern, fear and worry- unsure where the blood curdling sound was coming from but wishing it would end.