The Reaper
Disclaimer: Inspired by the fan fiction story Harry Potter and the Boy who Lived by The Santi. I do not own Harry Potter, all credits goes to the author J. K. Rowling and The Santi for the inspiration to write this this story.
AN: Greetings on this fine day! While I've recently began writing fanfics, I'm well aware of the challenges when writing two fanfics at the same time. No, I will not abandon my story Tainted Loyalties. However, this is only a story starter. This story will most likely be put on hold because the plot only came to me recently when I have many other story ideas I've been dying to write. The only reason why I'm writing this now is because I find I write stories better when the plot idea is still fresh.
If you have not read Harry Potter and the Boy Who Lived by Santi I suggest you check it out! This story was inspired her's and the idea just came to me. Hope you enjoy!
With a wave of his wand the group surrounding him fell to their knees. Each one of them lifeless husks, it was as if a dementor was unleashed upon them.
With only a quick glance he hid his wand and apparated.
"You're late." Elain Rosier hissed.
He ignored her continuing his steady walk towards his intended destination.
Many death eaters eyes widened when recognizing him. Each one of them cowering in fear. Elain sighed in exclamation and continued to follow him. She was barely catching up to his long strides.
The door to the hall open Voldemort looking up from his silent brooding on his throne. The chamber was silent, many of the death eaters observed silently, some leaving the room. His piercing gaze looked at him and immediately he felt his presence in his mind. He slowly kneeled and dropped his shield.
"I trust the assignment was complete?" Voldemort asked.
He knew the man already had his answer from his legilamency but he still answered.
"Yes." He looked up "master."
The dark lord nodded silently and dismissing the death eaters from the room, including Elain who looked at him with questioning. The doors slammed shut, he felt the power of his master's ward being cast to seal it shut.
"You've done well." The man motioned for him to stand, he respectively did as requested. The dark lord took long pace steps around him. He stood still his face a mask of a neutral expression.
"Your actions today have proven your loyalty. I have no doubt that teaching you was a wise choice on my part. You have my praise Hadrian."
Accepting the praise he said. "May I leave now my lord."
"Very well Hadrian."
Quickly he turned around, he knew Elain would demand answers from him sooner or later but would rather avoid her for now- "However" He paused mid step.
"What do you feel for the Potters?"
He turned around slowly, "The Potters my lord?"
His master nodded, "They mean nothing to me, our only connection is blood alone."
"And your brother?"
"My brother will never understand our cause, what little understanding we had was lost when his opinions on the matter became clear."
The dark lord nodded, satisfied with his answer and quickly he left. Barely past the wards when he was immediately confronted, "Hadrian Potter where have you been?!" Elain Rosier demanded.
He sighed, it seemed these days before every interaction with her he'd always sigh with irritation. Thinking about it, only she could talk to him this way besides the dark lord. How degrading he thought, the dark lord's Reaper had a screaming banshee for a girlfriend.
He immediately felt a sting of pain when Elain smacked him on the face. He grimaced looking down at her, she was furious. Idiot he thought, his banshee could read his mind, that cheeky Rosier and her damn legilimancy.
Another smack this time behind head, he scowled at the pain. She really did hit hard.
