Flashback

'Thinking'

~parseltongue~

"Talking"

Another language

Dark spells

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*First Year*

"Hogwarts too?"

Green eyes met silver.

Harry quickly looked down again, his voice small.

"Yeah."

Draco's gaze was sharp, the boy's nervousness causing his own nerves to disappear.

"Cool, I'm Draco Malfoy, and you are?'

"Fre—, I'm Harry Potter."

Since his head was still bowed, Harry didn't see Draco's large disbelieving eyes, nor did he see the suspicion at what he almost said.

"Nice to meet you."

A large man came to the door and screamed out Harry's name and he flinched.

Draco's eyes widened in fear. "WHAT IS THAT!?"

"That's Hagrid." Harry snuck a glance at where Hagrid was trying to sneak some of his ice cream, and dropped his voice to a whisper, "I don't like him. He's loud and he trusts this Dumbledore person too much. It doesn't feel right, he kept saying Slytherins are evil, but when I looked up the houses it said Slytherins were ambitious and cunning. He doesn't trust you either, but I know you, or, at least your father. Can you help me?"

Draco lifted his nose in the air, "Are you with muggles? Has my father met your muggle father?"

Harry scowled before a wary look came over his face, glancing back at the giant.

"No, of course not! I mean I am in their… 'care', but don't worry, they hate me and I loathe them. Now, can you help me. I know the Slytherin in you knows the advantages of being the friend of the boy-who-lived. Think about it."

And think about Draco did. Draco may only be 11, but he wasn't oblivious to the scowls, hisses, and growls of 'filthy Death Eater Spawn', or worse, from men and women three times his age and size. But he was a Malfoy, and Father said Malfoy's don't get scared in public.

"'Arry, what er you doi- oh. Er, hullo, little Malfoy. Yer, father ain't 'round, is he?"

Draco tried to do as Father said he should if anybody 'distinctively light' asked of his whereabouts, but all he could do was stare up the giant, gaping, and start scrambling backward as soon as his mind processed just what was in front of him

Hagrid gave Draco a long considering look, then grinned and turned back to Harry, while Draco stared in shock. Did that giant oaf just try to scare him out of being Harry's friend…? Probably. Did it work…? No.

"'right then, lets go, 'arry. Things to do, an' places to be an' whatnot."

Placing a heavy hand on Harry's shoulder, and most likely ignoring his pained whine, the half-giant (there's no way that thing could be anything else!) "gently" pushed Harry out the door and away from Draco.

Looking back, Harry mouthed, 'I'll look for you on the train, last car.'

Without looking back again, Harry left, fighting back tears when he realized there was yet another person scaring away any potential friends.

~~~~~~ohno!ibrokethepage!~~~~~~~~

Dear Harry,

Hello! I told mother and father about how I met you, and they said I can invite you to stay for a week or two! What do you think?

Anyway, now that that's out of the way, do you….

~~~~~~AWW!mybabiesaresleepingover!~~~~~~

"What are you doing back here?! This is where Death Eaters sit."

Hadrian brought his head out of the compartment of his trunk where he stored his snake, Persephone, and look at the disturbance directly in his eyes. He had been told by Hagrid that his green eyes, 'killing-curse-green' he had muttered, made people not want to approach him. Especially when he just stared, blank-faced into someone's eyes like a freak. (That last part wasn't from Hagrid.)

The boy paled and took a step back before his irritation caused him to take a step forward. And another. And another and another and another. Until he was looming over the small, too small, first year. Being loomed over was not something Hadrian was unused to, being 11 and looking 8 gave everybody the opportunity to tower over the small boy, but, there was something about the type of aura he had that reminded him of Dudley and uncle Vernon. A meneverolet red with green bullets shooting across it, yellow flashing repeatedly near his heart. 'Anger, Cowardice, Disgust, Envy, and Greed.'

Hadrian lost his blank look for one of fear. Closing the lid, Hadrian crawled back until his back hit the farthest wall from the boy.

"I said this is where Death Eaters and Slimy Slytherins sit. Why. Are. You. Here."

Hadrian's small frame started shaking and his mouth opened and closed, desperately wanting to start apologizing, but not knowing what for. And if he didn't respond Vernon would get Red and angry and it meant painpainpainithurtspleasestophurtshurts-

"The real question is… what are you doing here, weasel...y"

The boy's face turned red (harry flitched, redredbloodohmygodstoomuch), and he spun around to face three boys.

Draco Malfoy stood there in all his pure-blood glory, managing to glare while keeping his indifferent pure-blood mask. Behind him, were two very large boys, and their faces were replaced with flashes of Dudley's as he played with things (ohgodsburnspainnastysmell) he didn't understand.

Hadrian choked on his cry and buried his face in his arms, which were resting on his knees. He tried to breathe— breatheBREATHEicant'tbreathe!— but everytime he tried, spit kept getting sucked down with every lungfull. Soon he was choking, coughing sickeningly, oblivious to the creaking of his chest. The air around him started buzzing, his breath becoming shorter and wetter, spit— blood? Blood. — spilling from his lips. Darkness was clawing at the edge of his subconscious. He could not feel the cool body running up his side, he was completely unaware of it, until;

~Shhh, my little hatching, I'm here. I won't let them hurt you.~

With the hissed words, and gentle flicks of Persephone's tongue, breathing became easier, and sounds started becoming clearer.

"YOU FILTHY SNAKE! I BET YOU WONT BE SO TOUGH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE REVINE!"

Still wheezing, Hadrian looked up through watery eyes and saw Ron cornering Draco against the windows, and two older student with their wands pointed at the unconscious forms of the two boys who were protecting Draco.

~Perse…. Persephone….~

A loving lick to his cheek. ~Yes, Love?~

~Pro-~ another horrible coughing fit. ~Protect… Draco. Please.~

She hesitated, and then, rubbing her nose on Hadrian's tear trail, she shot across the car and wrapped her body around Draco's, hissing and snapping her jaws at Ron.

With a scream, one of the older students ran from the room, sobbing about "snakes" and "underwear". After a moment's hesitation, the other followed as well.

Not as confident without the back up of older students and with a very angry snake hissing at him, Ron run as well.

Hadrian pushed himself up on weak limbs and heaved air into his aching chest.

"Draco… are. Are you okay?"

It took a few moments for him to answer.

"Uh, yes, thanks to you, yes."

Hadrian smiled, showing teeth dripping with red.

~HATCHING!~

The sudden words made Draco jump. He had forgotten about the snake wrapping around him.

~I'm alright, Persephone. It's just a little blood.~

"Just a little blood? JUST A LITTLE BLOOD?! Hadrian Orion Potter, 'just a little blood' is when you prick yourself with a needle. 'Just a little blood' is when you scrape your knee. THIS ISN'T JUST A LITTLE BLOOD!" Draco fumed, worried about his new friend.

Hadrian stopped in the middle of wiping his blood-soaked mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes wide and shocked.

~You can understand us?~

"Of course I can!"

"But how?" Hadrian had been led to believe that the only people who could speak parseltongue was The Dark Lord, and, himself. That it was some big, bad curse that meant you were the darkest of wizards.

Draco puffed out his chest in pride.

"It's a family gift. And I can understand any language, no matter how 'unique'. But, I can't speak them naturally. I have the ability to learn them, though."

"Oh. Do you want me to teach you?"

The young Malfoy heirs eyes were wide and disbelieving, as if he hadn't thought about that when he told the parseltongue about his skill.

"Would you?"

Hadrian smiled warmly.

"Of course."

~~~~~~~thinkHarry'llbemadatme?~~~~~~~~~~~

"NO! I will not get re sorted into Gryffindor! I will not befriend Weasley and Granger! I will not get rid Persephone! And I will not let you ruin my life any longer!"

Hadrian stood there panting, glaring at the Headmaster with all the hate and fury he couldn't show the Dursleys. He had a best friend, he had a mum and dad in Draco's parents. He was going to have Christmas with them. He had a home. Finally.

He was safe.

"I apologize, my boy. I didn't want to do this, but…."

Turning swiftly, Hadrian practically slings Persephone out the open office door, ignoring her hiss of pain and anger.

~GET TO DRACO. PROTECT HIM. TELL HIM TO FORGET ME AND I'M SORRY!~

"OBLIVIATE!"

~~~~~ohwowimsorryDraco~~~~

Second Year

~Come…come to me…Let me rip you…Let me tear you…Let me kill you…~

~NO! He will never forgive you if you do! Just go back to the girl's bathroom! I'll bring you some mice, and my Hatchlings friend will bring you something bigger!~

Harry ran down the halls, trying to see where the voices were talking for two reasons. One, somebody was trying to kill someone. And two, the second voice… the female one sounded familiar. So familiar and safe and so warm he ached for it.

~Please. You'd like my Hatchling! He's the kindest, more caring wizard ever. He would keep you locked up in the dark, nor would he treat you like an object. You'd be his family.~

Wet, hot tears started streaming down his face. That is what he wanted. What he should have had. He ran harder. He wanted It so badly he abandoned caution, he turned a corner and ran straight into someone else.

He looked down to apologize, but found the shocked and hurt eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Harry's face twisted into a sneer, "Watch where you're going, Malfoy. Some of us don't want to sully our body with your filth. What? Got something to say, daddies boy? Or are you just 'going to tell you father' and hope he actually give a crap about you to do something about it?"

Harry saw Malfoy try and fail to get angry, and in the end, tears started welling up in his eyes.

He scoffed, "That's what I thought."

And Harry quickly left, in search of It, and ignoring the feeling he had that he had just left It behind. Crying in the cold, dark dungeons.

~~~~~fuckimadeHarryacompleteDOUCHEBAG~~~~~~

"Oi! Harry, mate!"

Hadrian looked up from his work with a frown.

"What do you want Weasley. And how did you find me? Where's Dray? And Persephone? DRAY! PERSEPHONE!"

He got up to run out of the room, the bright red and gold adding to his panic. He had just reached the doors when Ron called out to him.

"YOU LAZY UNGRATEFUL FREAK!"

Hadrian stiffened and crumpled to the ground, shaking.

Images attacked him everytime he blinked. Getting sorted into Slytherin. Draco getting chased around the yard by peacocks when he interrupted the birds' time with harry. Narcissa petting down his hair after a particularly bad night terror. Lucious letting Hadrian "read" greek mythology to him while he worked when his anxiety kept him from sleeping. His first christmas with the Malfoys. Blaise confiding to Hadrian about how vampires live and shamelessly flirting with him. Pansy always playing with his hair. His hufflepuff, Heaven, sitting eating with him the kitchens when the noise was too much. Ben always complaining about why their animal is a eagle when they are ravenclaws. The twins snuggling with him when Hadrian didn't couldn't get out of bed.

Ron attacking him on the train. Hermione calling him ignorant and arrogant. Dumbledore stalking him. Watching, always watching. Jinxes and hexes coming from unidentified sources. Howlers screaming of his shame. A family of red hair and face screaming at each other, on opposite sides on a personal war. Dumbledore obliviating him. The snake he's seen comforting a downcast Draco. All the hateful words he's spewed at Draco and his other Slytherin friends. Him ignoring ben, and looking down on Heaven.

Just as soon as the damage from the memories were finished, they fled behind a door, which locked and the key landed in a wrinkled old hand.

Stuck in his mind, Hadrian glared at Dumbledore. The headmaster stared back, his stare sad and pitying.

"Give me back my life!"

Dumbledore shook his head, disappointment radiating from him.

"No. No, my dear boy. I can't do that."

Hadrian snarled, trying to leap at the man, but ended up tugged back by the chains attaching his to the ground,

"You can't keep me here! I will get out!"

Dumbledore smiled.

"Oh, I know. That's why, when you do, you'll be too broken to do anything, but wish to be back here. So I win either way."

Hadiran hesitated in his struggles.

With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore open a door. A door Hadrian had sealed with most of his power, and his in a deep, dark corner.

With the creaking of the unused door, came the screams of pain, angry bellows, falsely accusing whines, and the sounds of pans hitting skin. The Dursleys.

Hadrian tried to cover his ears, but the chains went taunt. He froze for a moment, the started fighting to run away from the door.

"Please! Please don't make me go in there! I- i'll do anything! Just PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THERE!"

The pitying look was back stronger than ever.

"You see, Harry. I just don't believe that. I wish I could, I really do, but I learned my lesson long ago." his eyes hardened, hate springing up behind his normal twinkle, "Never. Trust. A. Slytherin. Goodbye, Harry."

"NOOOOOOOO—"

The door slammed shut, and another key join the first one in Dumbledore's hand.

~~~~~imhurtingmyownsoulrightnow~~~~~~

Third Year

Running. He had to keep running. Harry didn't bother to look back, he knew Vernon wasn't chasing after him, he just had to make sure he didn't come back. He. Couldn't. Come. Back. no matter what Dumbledore said.

Pain sprung up behind his eyes, as if someone was pounding on his head.

He stumbled, then fell, clutching his head.

He swore he could even hear someone shouting, begging in his head.

'LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT LET ME OUT! LETMEOUTLETMEOUT!'

Harry doesn't know how long he is sitting there before he hears a whine above him.

Harry looks up.

Watery green, meets washed out grey.

'LETME—'

'...Padfoot?'

"Padfoot?" Harry rasped out.

The dog lets out a soft bark and nudges Harry's closed eyes with his snout.

'MEET HIS EYES'

And Harry did. And the dog dove into his memories, abet a bit roughly.

Sirius Black stood in the middle of a room, covered in Dumbledore and Ron and Hermione and Gryffindor. Nothing looked out of place, but it felt wrong. From the look of his godson from the outside world, this room should be chaos. This didn't seem like his prongslet.

Just as he thought that, another door appeared. This one was a soothing green and silver, a cool contrast to the glaring red and gold that was attacking Sirius' senses.

He walked towards the door, and opened it.

This room was different. It didn't throw memories at him, screaming, "LOOK AT ME". It spoke on contentment. Sirius walked along the walls, looking at pictures—memories.

The first picture shocked him. It was of eleven-year-old Harry, and another boy. A blonde-haired, grey-eyed boy. They were standing in a shop, getting fitted and talking. It seemed normal until Malfoy Jr. glanced over Harry's shoulder with an expression of fear. Soon Hagrid was in the picture, looking bigger and more intimidating than ever. And that's when Sirius saw something that really shocked him. Hagrid was imposing on purpose!

The caption above the picture read something equally, if not more, shocking.

"HADRIAN'S FIRST FRIEND"

No...

He looked at more pictures, desperate.

His sorting: Slytherin.

His first pet: a snake, Persephone.

His first enemy: Dumbledore.

His first—

Dumbledore?

At his thought, every thought that consisted of the man came to rest in front of the "fugitive".

They were horrible, but the worst had to be a deep, dark red one, that showed Dumbledore pointed his wand at his godson and screaming the word "OBLIVIATE".

Sirius Black tore himself from Harry's mind and ran.