Harry Potter and Lily's Horcrux
Summary: They all thought Lily was the perfect girl. But all good girls were bad girls who never get caught. Now Lily is back and tutoring her son to be as Slytherin as he could be. Oh, what would they say?
Disclaimer: There are things money cannot buy.
Chapter One : The Diary
"Aunt Petunia, I will be back by 7 for dinner. I want roast chicken tonight, or perhaps fish and chips." A certain 10 year old boy by t he name of Hadrian James Potter told his 'aunt', who was trying to avoid looking at him in the eye, dispassionately.
Aunt Petunia nodded nervously and escaped out of the hall into the kitchen. Hadrian watched her go with some amusement. 'Stupid muggles,' he thought, shaking his head.
The Dursleys had all been like that, listening to Hadrian's every command, or as Hadrian so nicely put it, requests, ever since he proved to be able to do it. It of course, was magic. The Dursleys, apparently wanted to beat the freakishness out of him, but after he hurled Uncle Vernon out of the window, set Aunt Petunia on fire and set a Boa Constrictor on Dudley during his birthday trip when he was 8, they gave up and gave in to him.
And it was all thanks to that diary.
Flashback
Dirty and disgusting were only some words he could use to describe the attic. Uncle Vermin had assigned him to clear it by that evening, pawning his dinner in.
Being only a mere 8 year old at that time, he was easily bullied into submission. He was sifting though an old cobweb infested bookcase when it caught his eye. He carefully pried it out, and blew the dust off it. It was a dull, perhaps once vibrant green colored book, with the name 'Lily R. Evans' in bright silver lettering at the bottom of the book. It had felt so… inviting… so right. He had pocketed it to explore later.
End Flashback
Flashback
He flipped through the first few pages of it and was surprised to see that there was nothing there. Then on the 6th page, there was one simple sentence: what is your name?
What? He flipped throughout the whole book, but there was only that single sentence. Was this a joke? He never knew his mother, only that her name was Lily Evans, and that his father was some guy named James Potter. Shrugging, he uncapped his ball point pen and shook it a few times. The ink was seriously going to run out, so it meant another trip to Dudley's stationery bin. Since he had nothing to do , he might as well do as it said.
Carefully,( he did'nt want to smudge the ink) he wrote his name with his unique cursive writing on the page. Hadrian James Potter
And in front of him, the words were sucked into the old parchment! He started, but then words began to appear. Hello my dear Harry. What year is it?
He gulped. 'Is this magic?' He wondered. Is this magic? Its 1988. I'm 8 years old. And are you my mother's diary? The words were once again sucked into the parchment.
Yes I am your mother's diary, although I hold a piece your mother's soul in me. That is very advanced magic. Oh! My darling son is all grown up!
Magic exists?
Here the diary paused. Then the words that appeared were crooked as if the person writing them was gripping the pen very hard. They never told you?
Who never told me what?
Who are you staying with right now?
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Dudley too.
End Flashback
It was from then on when the diary had explained to Hadrian the wizarding world and some magics. As he progressed, Lily( Hadrian preferred calling her that) taught him how to control the 'accidental magic' and he used it to get his way with the Dursleys. It was an understatement to say that Lily hated her sister.
A filthy muggle! A MUGGLE DARES TO TREAT YOU LIKE THAT!
Hadrian had to agree with her.
Right now, ever since when he started to write to Lily, she could converse to him in his head. Lily had explained to him what the term 'Horcruxes' meant and that the diary was one. But she had told Hadrian she did not want to live again, and that the Horcrux was only for the purpose of literally 'seeing' her son all grown up.
"Where is this Diagon Alley again?" Hadrian asked his mother.
"Muggle London." Lily answered, busy with finding the way to Charing Cross Road.
"What?"
Lily had made to keep a corporeal form with the help of Hadrian. Hell, even he had no idea how she did it, only that she did it. She had just asked Hadrian to leave her diary in some girl's bag, preferably someone he hated, and then she was gone for quite a few weeks. When Lily returned, she had a corporeal form and could switch places in and out of the diary. The diary when Lily was in her corporeal form was useless and the girl whom Hadrian had 'given' the book to was never heard from again. Not that Hadrian minded. He hated the girl anyway.
Lily stored a lot of odd things in her diary. For example, her wand and scraps of blank parchment. Wasn't the book itself [parchment? He would never understand his mother.
Their destination was: a tiny, dinghy little pub squashed between two larger muggle stores. It was quite hard to spot, if you didn't look hard enough, you wouldn't know it was there.
Hadrian scowled. "That's the entrance to Diagon Alley? Not much to look at, huh?"
"No." Lily agreed readily. "The status of the wizarding world…" She shook her head. "No wonder Tom wanted to change it."
"Who's Tom?"
"Tell you later dear."
The inside of the pub was as small and dinghy as the outside, if not even more. It was so cramped, Hadrian thought no one would be able to even fit comfortably there. They got through the pub,and into the back alley, which according to Lily was the Leaky Cauldron, without much ado, thanks to the glamours and notice-me-not charms Lily had cast on both of them. There wasn't many people in the pub at all.
There were only trash boxes in the back alley and nothing more. The only exit he saw was the door they had came from. Lily took out her wand and tapped a certain spot on the brick wall to one side, which Hadrian knew was the key to Diagon Alley.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the bricks moved, creating a beautiful archway through the wall. Even if Hadrian had seen Diagon Alley in Lily's memories, nothing prepared him for this.
Witches and wizards milled around everywhere. The air reeked of the strongly sweet scent of magic. Thousands of shops lined the street, stretching into the distance.
Through the hustle and bustle of the Alley, Lily grinned smugly at his expression. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
Lily dragged Hadrian through the throng of people, the latter having lost the use of his legs as he was too busy gaping at the Alley. After about a minute, they ended up in front of a large white building, which Hadrian recognized as Gringotts.
"Just going to get some Galleons." Lily said cheerfully as they passed two odd looking creatures, probably goblins, who nodded at the duo as they passed by. "And some stuff. Then we buy you some proper robes. I hate muggle clothing."
The duo walked up to a pair of large silver doors, where a poem was written:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
"I never found the poem artistic. I could probably do a better job," Lily whispered to Hadrian who giggled.
Lily led Hadrian to the main hall of the bank. On both sides, goblins were stationed behind counters, working on each and every of their jobs. Lily pulled Hadrian to the farthest one, removing her diary in the process.
"I would like to withdraw some money from the Eclisse Vault." Lily said as she removed her Gringotts key from the diary, passing it to the goblin.
The goblin dubiously took the key. "Are you sure? The last person who tried to access the Vault with a fake key died a gruesome death at the hands of the wards…"
Lily made a nasty sound. "Probably that Sienna. No matter. Just check the key and bring us to the Vault!"
The goblin examined the key, squinting at it, trying to find some kind of a flaw. He was disappointed. "Very well. Griphook! Bring them to the Vault 222."
And then followed the most exhilarating cart ride in Hadrian's life.
It left Hadrian green-faced at the end though.
"Are you all right?" Lily asked in concern.
"Yeah—no…"
The Vault door in front of them was large and imposing, with gilded silver and gold runes decorating the sides. It was pure black, and in front of the Vault was…a dragon.
Hadrian screeched and jumped back, almost tripping Lily, who was standing directly behind him. Lily chuckled at his reaction.
"It's ok. Meet Verity, my father's pet Chinese Fireball." Lily introduced.
"You... you have a pet DRAGON?"
"My father's. You weren't listening."
"Whatever. Will it let us through? Coz I don't feel like being turned into roast chicken."
"Of course." Lily walked up to the gigantic beast and cooed softly. "Hello, Verity."
The dragon gave Lily a long calculating look before deciding to give her a long, wet lick.
"Told you." Lily beckoned to both Hadrian and Griphook, who had been watching the scene at the sidelines.
"Aww. And I thought I would have to drag your crisps out." The goblin muttered not-so-softly.
Hadrian glared at the goblin not-so-nicely.
The other wards were disabled by Lily easy enough. When the door to the Vault swung open, to say Hadrian was surprised was a severe understatement. There was mountains and mountains of gold, silver sparkling merrily beside, while hills of bronze twinkled inconspicuously behind the silver sickles.
Lily grinned at the stunned Hadrian and pushed him into the Vault. "Go on. Take what you want." And passed him a bottomless pouch.
After quite a few minutes of filling the pouch up (Hadrian bet there was about 500 galleons, 50 sickles, 60 knuts in there right now) , Lily called for them to go. She had stored whatever she wanted into the diary Horcrux, and Hadrian was disappointed that he was so busy filling the pouch that he didn't see what she had taken.
"All the better. Those are for your birthday." Lily teased.
Griphook, who had been patiently waiting outside for them, took them back to the surface of Earth. Hadrian didn't like the underground very much. Too dark and gloomy and wet.
Once out of Gringotts, Lily pulled him to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions to get a change of clothes. "Those muggle clothes are horrible."
A/N: My first attempt at fanfiction. A rather meek one at that. The other chapters will be longer. Too lazy to type more…Urghh…By the way, I'm using my sister's account, but I guess I'll be getting my own soon. Hopefully.
