3 year old Hadrial Jameson Potter had strange dreams. Dreams of a tall, pale man with dark eyes.
"Hadrian, come back here!" Tom said as he chased the small, naked 2 year old around the house. Hadrian's hair and body were covered in bubbles as he laughed manically. Tom ran right after him with a towel in hand.
"Got ya!" Tom said as he scooped the child up, Hadrian tried to escape from his father's arms but failed.
"Bad dada!" The boy said as he blew a raspberry in the man's face.
Tom laughed "Yes Hadrian, i'm a bad dada."
8 year old Harry felt a strange,warm comfort from the dreams. He believed maybe they were visions of what could have been. Or maybe a past of his.
4 year old Hadrian was drawing a picture of what looked like a snake with black slits for eyes.
"My prince, if I may ask what is it you're drawing?" The blonde death eater asked.
Hadrian turned his big, green eyes to him, "Hey Uncle Lucy! It's a snake that me and daddy are going to have one day."
New recruit, Lucius Malfoy smiled at the young boy. His innocence was refreshing, to say the least. "And what are you going to call this snake?"
Hadrian looked up at the man with a big grin "Nagini."
12 year old Harry Potter was conflicted and horrified with them. Most people would be if they found out they were the reincarnation of the son of their parent's killer. But that did explain why he looked like him. That however meant, every time someone said 'You look so like your father' they lied, because James Potter looked nothing like him.
"Little Rose, come here" His father beckoned. The 5 year old walked quietly to his father, clearly nervous.
His father's cold dark green eyes turned to him "What were the results?"
The child started shaking and before he knew it, started crying in his father's lap.
Tom sighed and looked down on his son with sadness and pity in his eyes.
Hadrian looked up, his eyes red "I'm a squib."
15 year old Harry Potter was angry. While most thought he was mad over the whole 'no one believes me' thing, he was actually angry about something else. How could someone be that cruel?
"I mean it, our lord should just kill the boy already!" Bellatrix with a disgusted look on her face. "He's a squib for Morgana's sake! The Dark Lord needs to kill him before I do!"
All the gathered death eaters nodded their heads in agreement.
Avery sneered "He's as worthless as a muggle, the only good factor about him is that he understands Parseltongue."
One of the death eaters spoke "Maybe we can trick the kid to fall into a bucket of poison or something. He is pretty dumb."
While the death eaters laughed and put out more suggestions of killing or harming Hadrian, it seemed like they forgot one thing.
The door wasn't closed completely and 6 year old Hadrian heard every word.
With a single tear running down his face, he walked away slowly from the death eaters into his bedroom where he shut himself inside and had a nice, long cry.
17 year old Harry Potter was tired. Tired of fighting and of the visions.
7 year old Harry crept silently to the dining room and stood outside the door. Where he could hear and see everything but not be seen.
Tom took his seat at the head of the table, as his death eaters sat around him with Lucius and Severus at his right and left side.
"My loyal followers, what troubles you so? My house elves have commented on most of you talking about something but refused to tell me what it is, please speak or i'll use a more forceful approach of gaining information."
The death eaters looked at each other and looked back at their lord. Who would tell the Lord, they were plotting to kill his son? Bellatrix slowly begin to speak "W-Well my Lord, w-we were planning to give Hadrian a surprise party!" she rushed the last words quickly.
Tom looked her straight in her eyes, and scowled. "You won't have to worry about that, I already have something planned."
Hadrian knew his father was the best legilimency user ever since Dumbledore so that could only mean one thing.
He was going to die.
25 year old Harry Potter felt very irony. Maybe the apple dosen't fall that far from the tree.
"Mister Potter, your wife's ready to see you now."
Harry placed 2 year old James down on his grandmother's lap and kissed the toddler bye. Molly smiled"Maybe this one will look like you too."
Harry nodded but didn't respond. No matter what anyone thought he knew the truth.
James Potter looked just like his namesake, not his father.
"Right this way, Mister Potter." He followed the nurse through a long line of doors until that stopped in front of A502.
When he opened the door, his wife was laying on the bed, chewing her lip, but more noticeable holding a blue blanket that covered something.
Her eyes widened when she saw him and she immediately looked down in despair.
Harry noticed how she looked at the blanket in shame and immediately thought the worst.
'Is she cheating on me? The baby isn't mine? Or does he have a medical problem of sorts?'
Harry ignored these thoughts and crept closer to his wife and when he got right next to her, looked down at the baby.
His skin was a pale shade, short stands of curly black hair along with a cherub-like face with high cheekbones and a straight nose.
The most shocking was that his eyes weren't the warm blue of most babies but a dark, cold green with a few splashes of brown. Currently those cold eyes were observing his mother and father with curiosity.
Ginny looked at Harry with fear in her eyes and was shocked when she noticed he was smiling.
He turned right to her, Avada Kedavra eyes flashing behind his glasses "He looks just like me."
Ignoring her wife's dumb look of shock, he put his finger into the little baby's hand, who gripped it tightly.
"Welcome to the world, Albus Severus Potter."
Harry was making it a personal goal to make sure it was a better one than Albus had before.
After all, he has to take to care of all his children. Even the evil ones.
Funny enough, he was starting to smell a heavy scent of something he couldn't recognize.
It wasn't until Hermione brought a big bouquet of flowers to congratulate Albus' birth did he recognize it.
It was the wonderful scent of roses.