Who Fell First? (YEAR 2) [Male Reader x Wednesday Addams]

Restoring Balance To The Universe...

While Y/N was lying on the hospital bed with his leg wound being tended to by Madam Pomfrey, he heard the door open and Enola rushed in. Hermione stopped her from leaping onto Y/N, allowing Madam Pomfrey to keep working, she held Enola as she looked worried.

"He's okay, Enola, he's okay." Hermione said as Enola looked at her brother who was smiling.

"I though...someone just said he was in hospital, they never told me the injury, I thought he'd been badly injured or something." Enola said as Y/N chuckled.

"Not to worry Miss Holmes, your brother is fine, he should be well in time for the quidditch match coming up soon. Now, you young man, get some rest." Pomfrey said as Y/N nodded.

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey." Y/N said as he stood up off the bed Y/N limped over to Enola and handed her the note from Lockhart before the four of them left, with Enola going back to class, while Y/N, Hermione and Wednesday went to the common room.

A week had passed and Y/N was given the bill of health and allowed to play quidditch again. When he arrived at the common room, Wood and the team were just heading out to start their new training regime.

"I spent the summer devising a whole new quidditch program. We're going to train earlier, harder and longer." Oliver said causing Y/N to smirk to himself  with a quiet chuckle, which in turn made Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet snicker, knowing what he was thinking. "What--? I don't believe it! Where do you think you're going Flint?"

"Quidditch practice." Marcus Flint said as the two teams met up.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy Wood, I've got a not." Flint said handing Wood a roll of parchment.

"Uh-Oh, I smell trouble." Ron said as he and Hermione stood up and walked over to see what was going on.

"'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.' You've got a new seeker, who?" Wood asked not believing the note.

Malfoy emerged with a smug smile on his face.

"Malfoy?" Y/N and Harry asked in disbelief.

"That's right, and that's not all that's new this year." Malfoy said as the entire Slytherin team made a point to show off their new brooms.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s. How did you get those?" Ron asked.

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint answered.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Malfoy bragged.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione stated as Y/N felt himself internally cheering for Hermione.

"No one asked your opinion. You filthy little Mudblood." Malfoy said, Y/N was never sentimental unless it was family, but Malfoy had just racially insulted his friend, this was one instance where his emotions got the better of him, his usual cold and calculating mind being clouded by rage. Y/N and his father may not have been close, but Sherlock had still managed to instil some principles in him, and one of them was a distinct hatred for any sort of racism, that was one thing Y/N was proud to say he shared with his father.

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy. Eat slugs." Ron said as he tried to curse Malfoy but his wand predictably backfired. As Malfoy laughed at the sight of Ron throwing up slugs.

Y/N meanwhile was planning to do some damage to Malfoy. He was going to hurt him.

"This has already registered on an emotional level. First, distract target [Holmes throws his broom at Malfoy's face] Then block his blind jab, counter with cross to left cheek. Discombobulate. [Holmes claps his hands over his opponent's ears] Dazed, will attempt wild haymaker. Employ elbow block, and body shot. [blocks with his elbow and delivers a body blow] Block feral left, weaken right jaw, now fracture. [a cross to the jaw fractures the bone] Break cracked ribs, traumatize solar plexus, dislocate jaw entirely. [two more body blows, and a right hook to the jaw hinge] Heel kick to diaphragm [a heel kick to the opponent's chest sends him crashing into the rest of the Slytherin team] In summary: ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm haemorrhaging. Physical recovery: six weeks. Full psychological recovery: six months. Capacity to speak: neutralized." 

It was the same plan he thought of for Ron last year, only now he was going to follow it.

The courtyard was filled by the sounds of punches landing, followed by sickening cracks and screams, the noise lasted for only 10 seconds before it was simply silence from everyone apart from Malfoy who was on the floor groaning in agony.

"Where did that come from?!" Marcus Flint asked in astonishment as Y/N picked up his broom and walked away like he hadn't just kicked seven shades of shite out of Malfoy, though as far as Y/N was concerned, he was restoring balance to the universe. As Y/N walked away he walked straight to Dumbledore's office, deciding to get two issues out of the way in the form of his inevitable punishment for the "fight" and also for the meeting was forced to miss with Dumbledore thanks to the headmaster having to deal with Harry and Ron's car incident.

"Do you have any clue as to the seriousness of your actions?" Dumbledore asked as Y/N nodded.

"I would regard my actions as restoring balance to the universe." Y/N said as Dumbledore snapped.

"Silence! First you assault Lucius Malfoy in Diagon Alley, and now you attack his son and hospitalise him. Should we expect to hear some ill fate has befallen his mother by the end of the week?"

"No sir, I wouldn't hurt auntie Cissa." Y/N said as he looked at Dumbledore. "You knew about my mother, yet you never told me."

"I didn't think it was my place to tell you." Dumbledore said as Y/N nodded.

"Yet it was your place to keep it from me?" Y/N said as he looked at Dumbledore. "Never mind that. I know now, like it or not. So tell me my punishment. Then we can move onto what you wanted from me at the feast."

"You will not be getting expelled. But you will be serving a detention with Professor Lockhart." Dumbledore said as Y/N nodded. "As for what I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. I want to let you know that you will be retaining your title as ambassador from last year, you may still visit other common rooms. However, should you deliver justice like this to someone again, even if they deserve it, I will relinquish your title and be forced to expel you."

"Then I'll make sure that I make it count when it happens again." Y/N said as he looked at Dumbledore.

"Are you aware of what will happen if you are expelled-"

"Yes I'm well aware." Y/N said coldly as he smirked.

"Go to the common room until your detention tonight." Dumbledore said as Y/N nodded. "You've a brilliant mind, Mr Holmes, but you are too emotionally attached to people, too sentimental for your own good-"

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side." Y/N said coldly. "I'm many things, sentimental is not one of them. Good day, Professor."