Hello fellow readers!
Well, this is my first time publishing any type of story, so I guess this probably won't be a very well written story at the beginning, as I have no experience with writing a story. And not to forget that English is not my first language, so I ask you beforehand to forgive me for any grammar mistakes, as I have no beta or the like. I'm writing this story very spontaneous and as you can guess it a Harry Potter story.
As I am the very big fan of AU Fanfics this story will be a Modern Setting AU. This story is also probably pretty dark(who am I kidding, I love seeing Harry suffer). So everyone who loves the sunshine and rainbows stories should probably leave this now. I'm not really inclined to write the characters like in canon so they are going to be very different, Harry as well as Tom.
This will also be the only time I'm writing an AN so long, but I also ask you to be patient with me, because I'm in the middle of my high school years and its, as you know, full of useless exams. So don't expect any fast updates, if anyone even cares about this story. I welcome any sort of criticism and thank you beforehand for anyone who bothers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. I'm merely borrowing them.
Warning: Contains child abuse, bullying and generally a lot of violence. And this will also be slash.
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While sitting in my expensive car on the way to school, I was prepared for another day of boring lessons I already knew about, gossiping rich students and thousands of eyes trying to get a look at me. But I certainly did not expect a transfer student so late into the semester.
Naturally, I was curious, which I hid behind an impassive mask, while I was walking down the hallway full of students. But it was not something I would usually pay attention to, as it is none of my concern. However, the fact that so many students were already talking about him, did stir my curiosity.
Apparently, our new transfer student was a boy and is currently living with his last remaining relatives, his aunt and uncle. The most surprising information yet was that he was poor. That's also what half of the student population was currently talking about. Of course, this usually would be no big deal, but this is Hogwarts we are talking about. THE Hogwarts where only the rich could afford to educate themselves.
Actually, the only reason why he was permitted to school, was because his deceased parents were from the Potter family. Needless to say, everyone who was even slightly interacting with the rich, would instantly know who the Potters were and about their accident, if you could call it that.
To this day, people still do not know what happened to them, or rather how it happened. Their son, Hadrian Potter, was only two years old when he witnessed his dead parents on the kitchen floor. And no, they did not die in a pretty way. I saw the pictures of the crime scene and even a sadistic person like me was on the urge of vomiting.
Everywhere was blood. Their limbs were cut off and almost tenderly hanged on the ceiling. Their bodies where on the floor, naked and full of blood. There was so much of it. The organs were cut out of their bodies and thrown around the entire room. Their usual eyes, full of life and joy, as I met them when I was smaller, were blank looking at the ceiling. It certainly was an incident that our community was trying to forget real quick, counting the fact that their entire money was stolen. They would have probably forever regretted the fact, that they were trying to transfer their money to another bank and locking it in their own manor, even if it was kept a secret.
What everyone seemed to forget, was their son. He was shipped off to his relatives as soon as possible. Ignoring the fact that he saw all this, at the tender age of two. No one checked if he was well, or if he was even mentally alright, ignoring his age.
All of this happened, while I was a child myself, but I did think about it for a long time when I found out. I could not imagine what their son is going through if he didn't forget. Well, but he is probably being spoiled by his relatives right at the moment. And it is still none of my business, not that I care, even if it was the Hadrian Potter.
Whilst I was waiting for the teacher and the students in front of the classroom I heard a voice calling me. I recognized Lucius voice at once.
"Good morning, Tom. I guess you heard about our mysterious transfer student by now."
Lucius Malfoy, outsiders would probably call us best friends but we both knew better. At least we are civil with each other, even if we are actually using each other every damn second. Although he looks and acts like a perfect gentleman, Lucius was a terrible gossiper. Useful for information, but trying not kill him, while he is following me like a lovesick puppy, is very distracting.
"Good morning, Lucius. I certainly did hear about him and admittedly, he does stir my curiosity. Do tell me about him."
By now all of the students were in front of the classroom, as well as our Chemistry Professor, Severus Snape. As it is, we had no time to converse with each other again, while we where being ushered into the classroom. Lucius and I took our usual seats at the front and waited for everyone to sit down.
Now usually, you would have to have a death wish, if you are talking in a lesson with Severus Snape in it. But the gossip was apparently worth it, so the fifth-year students continued to talk.
Our dear Professor, of course, was not a very patient man. So when he finished calling the roll and students still talked he was about to, as it is evident by his death glare, to go kill some students. Thankfully, he was interrupted by the classroom door opening. All eyes moved to the door, looking for the person who was, unfortunately, going to be our teacher's new victim.
Time seemed to stop.
Standing in the doorway must be the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
A small boy with a slender body and rather feminine hips, hidden by an oversized dark green hoodie. Black skinny jeans, showing rather thick thighs off for a boy and small feet. A small pixie-like face, cute rose-like lips, perfectly shaped thick eyebrows and wonderful shoulder-length raven black hair, showing off a silver earring.
But the most striking feature from this face was his eyes. Oh goodness, his eyes. So very dark emeralds, surrounded by thick and long black lashes. As if they were cut out for a doll. They looked almost unreal. Even while being able to look at his eyes for only a short time, because his shy gaze was locked on his own shoes, I could identify a certain loneliness in these eyes. It made them look almost dead. As if they could look through your very soul.
Slowly coming back to awareness, I could see everyone looking at the boy openly. Which would also explain his shyness, even if he could not see the lust hidden in those gazes. I had the sudden urge to glue everyone's eyes shut, so I was the only one able to look at him like this.
The voice of my teacher cut through my thoughts. It was full of hate. I could not identify if it was because of his earlier rage or for some other reason.
"Ah...our new student finally allows us to bask in his presence. Tell me, boy, what did you think of already coming late on your first day of school?"
A pretty blush decorated the boys face and he nervously looked at our Professor. He opened his mouth to apologize but Snape cut him off.
"Detention Potter. I will not tolerate you thinking, that you can do everything you like in my lesson."
He paused before saying:"As you all probably heard about it already, this is Hadrian Potter who is, because of private reasons," he stressed the last words, so it is impossible for it, not to be done on purpose," joining our class very late into the semester. Now if you would please stop standing in the doorway Potter and take a seat. Or do you need an extra invitation?"
Blushing even more, the boy nodded and moved to the back of the classroom, never seeing the looks being sent to him by the students, his eyes still on the floor. When he walked past me I was hit by such a beautiful scent, I almost stopped breathing. I was fighting to not let my face show any kind of emotion.
He was a mystery. I did not even know how someone can enrapture me in less than 5 minutes. Once again Snape's voice cut through my thoughts.
"Now, take all your textbooks out, we will still discuss our topic from the last lesson so I hope that you all did not forget anything, as we have a test today, wich you all of course studied for. And yes Potter you will also partake in this test, as you all should know the basics of the climate change."
I don't understand why he was so hateful towards Potter, but I couldn't and will not hide my curiosity for long.
At last, my boring rich life will finally become interesting.