NOTE: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I ONLY own the plot to this Story.

A heavy sigh escaped the young Slytherin as he tapped the bricks that separated him from Diagon Alley. He knew that he shouldn't be disappointed, but he thought that someone would come with him to gather the new years school supplies. Even though he was disappointed, it wasn't much of a surprise. Ever since his sorting, everyone had treated him like his muggle family. Unwanted, freakish, something that no one wanted to associate with, not counting his own house. He supposed it was a Slytherin thing, house loyalty and all that, not that his own head of house showed him anything other than hostility. Thankfully he hadn't tried to touch him, even just to reprimand him. How was he supposed to hide the bruises and scaring? He didn't want to explain to anyone his life with the muggles.

Schooling his expression, he made his way into Gringotts, at least the Goblins were somewhat pleasant to him. "Hadrian Potter to make a withdrawal."

The ancient creature looked up from its parchment and sneered, "And does Mister Potter have his key this time?"

Harry smiled fondly, nicking his key off Hagrid after the first visit had been a good idea. "Yes Griphook. Would you like it?"

The Goblin just sneered at him, though his eyes held amusement, "Not necessary. Follow me if you will."

Hadrian nodded to himself and followed the small creature further into the bank and onto the metal trolley that would take them to his vault. He knew that Dumbledore would be upset that he had access to the funds, but they were his and he would spend the money however he pleased. The cart came to an abrupt stop, shaking the boy out of his mind, and he followed the Goblin to the vault door. The Goblin inserted the key and then stepped aside.

"I won't be long." He disappeared inside, taking out his charmed coin pouch. He quickly filled it, with twice as much as he needed, but he knew that it would be refilled plus some at the end of the year.

Griphook handed him his key once they'd exited the cavern. "Will that be all Mister Potter?"

"Yes, thank you Griphook. May your Gold be Ever-flowing like the blood of your enemies." the raven haired teen nodded.

It had taken an hour to get his money, and he soon found himself in Flourish and Blotts, combing through the books that he would need from his list. The number of classes wasn't bad, however the books would be nice addition: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Defense and Herbology. He wouldn't bother with History or Astronomy. But the electives seemed promising, Runes and Care of Magical Creatures. He couldn't wait to start the classes, he had a feeling this would be a good year. Though he couldn't help but wonder who the Defense teacher would be, hopefully it was someone adept at the post and no urges to kill him. He was rather fond of the subject. However, once he got to the book he frowned, he could help but gape, they wanted the students to purchase a child's book? Just who was the teacher? He slid the book back into place and picked out a rather large and advanced Defense book, before spelling it to look like the listed book.

Finally grabbing all the books he needed, he decided to comb through the store once more to find something that would keep him from boredom during the year. He knew that Dumbledore wanted him to be some sort of weapon against the supposed Dark Lord, but Hadrian had no intentions of joining any war, he told Voldemort as much in the Graveyard, much to the mans surprise. So he scanned the shelves, picking up several advanced books on spells, hexes and curses, everyday knowledge, a few defense books and a few cool potions books.

Though he was almost giddy to find a book on Parselmagic, something that he knew came from the link shared with Voldemort. That was something else the man had been shocked upon finding out, especially once he let slip that Snape knew about it, and was supposed to be a loyal Death Eater. While he knew that he should be rushing like everyone else, he didn't. It wasn't as if his Muggle relatives cared how long he was out. By the time he was finished browsing he'd gathered another dozen books to his bag before going to pay, though he'd have to make a stop to Obscurus Books.

As he stepped out of the shop he spotted the Malfoys a ways down the alley, at least he was dressed the right way, unlike the first time he had visited the Alley. Hadrian glanced around the shops, he figured he would also find books or other amusing items in Hogsmeade, so he focused on where he should go next. Perhaps he should go to the Apothecary, he knew he didn't need a new cauldron, he'd bought the best with installed cleaning and sanitizing charms. Not knowing what potions were to be brewed he grabbed a bit of every item available, before heading to the counter, he knew that the price wouldn't be a problem.

"That quite the hefty buy for a student," The clerk wheezed, "Whatever do you plan on brewing child?"

He just smiled at the man. "I like to be prepared, who knows if there might be an unexpected lesson. Now, i had hoped we could barter a bit Mr. Jenkins."

"And what exactly do you have to barter with Mr.?" The man looked stumped for a moment, before pointedly staring at Harry.

"Oh, terribly sorry. Hadrian Potter. And to answer your question, Basilisk parts." Though his smile was stained with amusement.

"B-Basilisk! How?" The man was visibly startled, as if that was the last thing he expected from a teen.

"I killed it when i was twelve, and harvested all the parts myself. Would you like to verify them before we start to bargain?" He asked in mock innocence.

"I shall have to, i can't very well take your word for it young man." Mr. Jenkins smiled in excitement.

Hadrian nodded and rummaged through his small pack before producing another case, this one black as night and spelled to him specifically. Tapping the bag with his wand, it clicked open, and unrolled itself to uncover the ingredients he had harvested. Not that he would tell the shopkeeper that he had every last piece of the ancient snake.

Mr. Jenkins opened a jar and waved his wand, before going pale. "How old was this Basilisk, Mr. Potter?"

"Hm, I'd say it was at least nine hundred years. Why?" Genuine curiosity coating his tone. "Are the parts not sufficient?"

The man sputtered and was very pale. "Merlin no, young man! If anything this is probably the best Basilisk ingredients I've ever seen. The age of the Basilisk is very important, the older it is the more potent it's parts will be. Now, what do you want for the whole lot?"

Harry pondered for a moment, "Well, besides all my supplies today, i'd like to use you exclusively for any potion supplies i'd need for lets say five years?"

Mr. Jenkins just stared at the teen approvingly, "Mr. Potter i will do you one better. I will give you all the ingredients you have today, and anything else you require for the next five years: free."

The teen eyed the man with thinly veiled suspicion. "Free? Why would you ever do something like that?"

"Basilisk parts are hard to come by as it is, even if they are juveniles. Adults, especially ones this old are extremely rare, as in not available. The tamers don't allow them to get more than ten years, around the maturity before potions ingredients are harvested."

The fifteen year old nodded, "Alright deal. It's been a pleasure Mr. Jenkins. Please keep the satchel the ingredients came in, those are easy enough to replace."

"Of Course Mr. Potter. Just Owl me should you need anything more!"