Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.

A/N: I do hope no one minds the Ron and Draco bashing. Also as you can probably tell this is AU, thus I say Neville will go to Slytherin! No arguments! And finally I should probably inform people that I am one of those people who sporadically update. Sorry about that.

Chapter 2

The redhead carefully scrutinised Hadrian's face before he saw Hadrian's scar and then said in a most flippant tone for someone who just ran into a compartment "Hey, mate! Do you mind if I sit here? All the other compartments are taken."

Hadrian stayed where he was sitting for a full minute looking incredulously at the redhead. 'Hey! This is your chance! This kid's family are the Weasleys, strong Dumbledore supporters… If you're friends with him then Dumbledore will think that his little golden Gryffindor boy is a good boy.' Internally grumbling about ill-mannered pigs Hadrian stood up and graciously said "Of course you can sit here!"

Ronald Weasley was having the best day of his life. After having fantasized about Harry Potter being his best mate for years he would now be THE Harry Potter's best mate. Sure, Dumbledore had told him many times but it was still hard to believe. He then decided to ask the million galleon question just so he wouldn't accidentally slip up and call Harry, Harry without Harry having introduced himself first. "Hey what's your name?"

Hadrian made use of Tom's meditation lessons when the redhead boy asked him for his name before even introducing himself. Where did the boy grow up a pigsty? "Harry, Harry Potter.". Predictably, the boy attempted to act surprised before asking to see his scar. Which was in plain sight! Was he blind too? The boy continued to ask him questions before eventually Hadrian asked for his name. "Oh," He puffed his chest up slightly before saying "my names Ronald Weasley, but you can call me Ron." Hadrian had never been gladder in his life for the sweet trolley to roll up and a pudgy faced lady to ask if they wanted "Anything off the cart." Hadrian asked for a pumpkin pasty and some water along with an armload of chocolate frogs, he had heard chocolate helped calm people down.

He had just finished his pumpkin pasty and was looking forward to eating his chocolate frogs when Ronald snatched one up and shoved it in his mouth. Hadrian sat there for a long moment before finally opening his mouth to say "Excuse me?"

Ron looked up at the Boy-Who-Lived "Oh, don't worry mate you have plenty others." And they were also his! After all, best mates share with each other right?

Hadrian almost murdered Ron right there and then, when the Hogwarts express's whistle blew.

They were finally here,

Hogwarts.

"First years over here!"

Hadrian boarded a boat that was almost full, lest Ronald try and sit with him. As the boats swiftly glided across the lake the first glimpses of Hogwarts was visible. Faces filled with curiosity at the sight of the majestic castle ahead.

Hogwarts's magic was beautiful, it was like an elegant painting filled with millions of different colours all shaped by a skilled artist's hand. It made Hadrian completely forget the last 4 hours of hell with Ronald Weasley. A smile crept up on to Hadrian's face. 'It looks like I'm finally back.' Tom said with a hint of nostalgia.

Hadrian quickly snapped out of his happiness as the first years were lead to the Great Hall. He looked around and noticed that there was a group of students separated from the rest and seemingly had 'blank' faces. Even Tom had to agree they wore their masks rather well.

"Harry! Hey, mate! C'mon we got to get ready!" Ron said. Suddenly, a pale white hand was shoved in front of Hadrian's face.

"I take it your Harry Potter? My names Draco, Draco Malfoy I was looking for you on the train, didn't find you…" The blond arrogantly looked down on his nose at Hadrian.

'Malfoy…. I think Malfoy is one of the inner circle…'

'I am so glad the moment Weasley looked away that I put up notice-me-not charms…'

'You probably can't make alliances with him, his father's a death eater, Dumbledore will know.'

'Wouldn't want to anyways, he seems rather pompous.'

"Sorry, Draco you said? Um, it's nice to know you were looking for me but uh, what do you want?" Hadrian seemingly innocent asked.

"Well, uh, I can tell you who, you can't hang with, you know like the weasels! They're poor AND blood traitors." Draco blustered.

'Damn! I should have thought to call the weasel a weasel!'

"Right, well sorry but I don't like people telling me what I can and can't do, I mean would you like it if I told you to be friends with Ronald?" Hadrian plastered on a look of slight anger.

"Weasel?! My father would kill me!" Draco squealed.

Hadrian stared blankly at Draco before saying "And so you have my point, you are to me as Ronald is to you."

Draco stared at Hadrian trying to decipher what had just been said. Hadrian was attempting not to kill the idiot who obviously couldn't understand an insult if it was blatantly punching him repeatedly in the nose, as Hadrian's was. Hadrian walked away from both Ron and Draco whom were both trying to understand what was being said, as Hadrian looked around it was obvious other kids who had been eavesdropping were trying to comprehend his words. 'I never thought I would say this but Tom, I'm glad you're here because I might mentally die being stuck with idiots for 7 years.'

'Oh so I'm just 'the voice in your head' that has to talk to you huh? Well, I refuse.'

'…Tom don't sulk.'

'Why don't you talk to those three?'

Hadrian glanced around and saw the group of three with 'masks' currently smirking ever so slightly at Draco Malfoy's predicament. Suddenly, a stern looking lady whom Hadrian could tell from Tom's memories (Which Tom had shared with Hadrian.) was called Professor McGonagall a member of the Order of Phoenix and Deputy Headmistress. After a few quick comments about the houses, she told a few people to clean up (Weasley included, Hadrian was secretly pleased because that smudge of dirt had really been bothering him.) before sending an approving glance at everyone else and opening the doors of the Great Hall.

The enchanted ceiling was average in Hadrian's opinion, 'I mean they could have at least made it cooler with stars zooming around or something similar not just the 'sky'. Not very interesting…' As the sorting began Hadrian payed close attention to the names and houses people entered. He saw one Daphne Greengrass and Neville Longbottom enter Slytherin, these two were part of the three that had interested Hadrian.

When Draco Malfoy was predictably sorted into Slytherin to which Tom exclaimed 'He must have had so little of all the other traits that the only thing he had was ambition. And they say Hufflepuffs are leftovers.' Hadrian adopted an amused look for a brief second before reverting back to a stoically blank face.

"Harry Potter!"

A hushed silence fell over The Great Hall as every students heads simultaneously turned to him. Hadrian stepped through the crowd stumbling slightly with a rising blush on his face. As he continued to make his way up to the hat he pondered on entering the Film industry, 'I'm just that good at acting, look everyone already falls for it…'

Hadrian plucked the old hat from the stool and crammed it onto his head.

'Ah, what do we have here?... Two souls? Interesting, nice to see you once again Tom.'

'Nice to meet you too.'

'So where will young Hadrian go?... Hmmm, I do believe I've come to a decision but before I do a word of advice, and this will certainly be a first, don't go to Hogwarts.'

…

'May I enquire why?'

'Hogwarts will not teach you anything that you haven't already learnt off Tom.'

'So where do you suggest Hadrian go to in place of Hogwarts?'

'Durmstrang.'

'You do realise that the old fool will probably refuse right?'

'It is not his choice… Besides you can simply act like you've been manipulated into it, you two are smart enough to come up with something together I'm sure.'

'Very well, this has been enlightening but Hadrian should get sorted now, it's been 20 minutes.'

'Good luck the both of you and of course you already know but I cannot tell anyone what you have said, that said BETTER BE' "SLYTHERIN"

The Great Hall looked up in stunned silence. The-Boy-Who-Lived in Slytherin, the house that was the epitome of evil, dark wizards?

"Impossible!" Ron yelled out from the Gryffindor table. Amazingly, instead of being told to be quiet people actually murmured agreements. Tom was stunned in shock (Well, as stunned as you could be in a head and having no real body)

'What happened to the canning and whipping that boy would receive?!'

Hadrian still with his as he liked to call it 'Harry' façade stumbled towards the Slytherin table, blushing furiously and acting cowed.

'Tom it's been probably 60 years, people don't do that anymore.'

'Maybe not the muggles but trust me the Wizarding World is backward in its ways.'

'Dumbledore then?'

'Harry' sat down looking obnoxiously nervous at the sheer amount of glares he was getting.

'(Sigh) Dumbledore is the most likely answer, yes. So, when are we going to Durmstrang?'

'Soon, very soon, I honestly might kill a sheeple if I have to stay at this school any longer, they're everywhere!'