A/N: Hey Guys this chapter will be a bit dark. This takes place one day before the quidditch match. This will kind of be filler; I've got a week off so I can write as I please. Anyway let's get onto this.

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Chapter 5: Bloody Vengeance

Morpheus POV

I was storming up to the bathrooms on the Slytherin floor. Pure rage was occupying my mind. I knew where Malfoy and his cronies would be. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle. Three men who would be in the hospital wing by the end of the day.

I smashed the door open to see all three boys laughing whilst washing their hands, then I heard the one thing that sent me over the edge and caused what followed "Snape's class was hilarious began Malfoy. That mudblood and her freak boyfriend made a perfect scene" he started laughing before he said "And…and did you see her face… she looked like she was about to cry" he began laughing again.

I was in a state of blind fury yet on the outside I looked so calm. I slowly walked up to the three boys who had not noticed me despite the fact they were standing in front of a mirror. In one swift movement I grabbed Crabbe's head and smashed it into the sink. The two other spun towards me in shock before I launched an attack on them. Deciding to not waste time with my wand, I simply thrust both my hands out before launching two stupefy spells at them.

Both men were knocked down before I turned my attention back to Crabbe who was standing again. He proceeded to try and hit me; I moved his hand out the way and kicked his knee cap backwards, breaking his leg in the most painful way possible. He screamed out in pain.

The two others who had recovered noticed the sight before them and attempted to flee. As they reached the door I swung my hands half assed and the door slammed shut. They both looked terrified. I punched Crabbe in the face knocking him out and just for good measure repeated the action two more times. I felt his blood on my knuckles; he was bleeding from his broken nose and his mouth.

I decided to turn my attention to the two nervous wrecks who had thrown themselves against the door in desperation. I stalked up to them, each step making them more terrified.

Goyle who had regained some of his cockiness decided to try and attack me. He tried a punch to my face which I knocked out of the way, with little effort. He then proceeded to punch me again, this one I caught and, for good measure, broke his arm. He let out a screech of pain and dropped to the floor. Malfoy who realised what was about to happen decided to run. As the door was locked he decided to run around the cubicles in the bathroom, staying at the opposite side of the room from me. Before dealing with the main antagonist I proceeded to punch Goyle over and over until his face was black and blue and both my knuckles were covered in blood. Both bouncers were unconscious now. One last target.

I walked up to Malfoy whilst trying to look as intimidating as possible. To say he was scared was an understatement. He was in a ball whimpering in the corner. I grabbed his head and dragged him along the bathroom until we were in the main part where there was plenty of room. I lifted him up to a standing position and threw him into a mirror. It shattered and he had blood dripping from his face. Even if I wanted to stop at that point I don't know if I could've. I used my telekinesis to left him up and slam his body down on the floor with everything I had; I could almost hear his bones cracking under the stress. His body went limp yet he was still conscious. I stood over him and began pummelling his face, hitting it over and over again to the point where he had lost consciousness but I kept on hitting, I felt some of the blood splash my face yet the majority stained my hands. By the time I had finished with him he was a bloody mess on the ground. The boy that was desired by all the Slytherin girls was not who was lying in front of me, to fully heal his face it may have taken a year. I didn't care. No one bullied Hermione. NO ONE! I erased their memories on who did it to them, but the pain stayed.

Walking out the door I didn't care that there was so much blood on my hands that they were literally dripping on the floor or on my face.

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I walked through passed the fat lady and into the common room. There were quite a few people in there. The second I was noticed everything went silent. All eyes were on me, shock plastering everyone's faces, and then I remembered the blood on my hands and on my face. I noticed the trio along with Jonas sitting on the settee. All eyes wide in shock. Despite the shock on her face the only other emotion that I could see coming from Hermione was concern.

Keeping my face impassive I walked upstairs, I went to open my dorm room, until I found a hand on my shoulder; I turned to find Hermione, Ron, Harry and Jonas. "What?" I said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Morpheus. What happened?" asked Hermione, her voice timid and shy.

I looked at her, ignoring everyone else "Remember what you told me yesterday?"

"Yes" she replied, slightly unsure of where this conversation was going.

"Remember what I promised?" I said, one eyebrow raised.

She looked down for a moment before saying "Yes?"

I simply raised my hands and everything made sense to her. "You didn't?" she asked, shock plastered on her face.

Instead of confirming or denying I simply said "They won't be bothering you anymore" and in one swift movement I was back in my room.

A/N: hello fellow readers, this chap was kind of dark, next chapter has the quidditch match in it. Once I've posted that chapter you'll realise why this story is called the black patronus.

Don't forget to leave comments about who you want my OC to be with. I'm steering it to Hermione at the moment but it could shift to anyone. Trust me I'll make it work

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