Chapter 2

So, that was a...rather large bombshell. He thought. Boom. It had been a week in mortal terms and he had just about decided on a plan. After all he couldn't not do anything about this.

No. Sirius was his. That was just about all he had to say on the matter.

At first, he thought it rather odd that he was so possessive already, but then, he realized that even in his first life he'd always been rather (read entirely) unreasonable when it came to Sirius.

As he continued to think about his chosen, he realized that he had, unfortunately, never gotten to know who he was before Azkaban and living as a fugitive had hurt him so much. From what stories he remembered, he had been told that Sirius was so full of laughter and life before. Of course, he still had that...warmth when he knew him, but something was just, missing.

So as he had already decided to go back in time, he decided to go back to somewhere in the summer between his fifth and sixth year. That was around when he had been told Sirius had run away from his family, and it would be easier to have an excuse to be around him if he was also attending school.

Not to mention it was also an opportunity to get to know his parents. However, that was secondary to being with Sirius. It was a simple fact of life that after multiple millenias of life he had moved on from the pain of feeling his parents missing in his life, to feeling regret only when he thought about it, for what could, or should have been. He didn't need parents, but maybe they could be simply be very close friends this time.

On that note, he had decided to change a few things to his advantage. He couldn't do anything to blatant, but if, say, James' aunt on his father's side actually had a son just after she went missing and was presumed dead sometime later? And if he just happened to be about James' age?

That he could do without to much effort, and it was vague enough that if needed he could create a more detailed backstory. He wanted to be as honest as possible though, until he told Sirius the full truth. This included using his base form instead of his metamorph abilities. Lady Love had always said that a true relationship was built on honesty, and being who and what she was, he was inclined to follow her advice on this one.

So he set about creating all the needed documents to insert himself more firmly into the timeline then he had in thousands of years. Birth certificate, school records, medical documentation, all of it created as he willed it.

Once that was completed he created his luggage and clothes that he would need. He went as light as possible on the wizards robes. He felt that they were to restricting in their movement and therefore added Muggle clothes, which he much preferred. Not to mention a lot of them looked like dresses and that was so not the impression he wanted to make. It was totally not because he knew he looked amazing in them.

Although, a being should always dress to impress...

As soon as everything was ready, amidst wishes for good luck and possible hints for assistance in his endeavour, he went to the "room" where the timelines were monitored and found the one he came from, combing through it back to the summer of 1976.

Grabbing the thread, he took a deep breath and willed himself into his selected time.

He landed in London, actually it was a few blocks from Grimmauld, which was, unsurprisingly, incredibly frustrating. After all, he couldn't just march over there, as a complete stranger, and claim Sirius, no matter how….pleasurable that would be. It wouldn't change the outcome, he had seen what happened when soulmates first saw each other. It was all they could do to keep their hands off of the other. And that was in Muggles. As a side note, he thought, the Puritans must have thought they were in hell. He snickered. Nevertheless, for the Magicals the reaction was much more...volatile. Several times he'd seen those with less self control and willpower, ah… consummate the bond right then and there. It would likely scare the bloody hell out of them all. Putting it mildly. Again not the impression he wanted.

Luckily it was only during the first time a pair met. If they managed to refrain from consummating the relationship, then it would die down a bit from the brain-melting, will power out the window, lust to something a bit more manageable, so the pair could think somewhat straight, this meant little, except for a longer "courting period." The only thing the Master of Death called it was an exercise in extreme sexual frustration.

He could tell it would be even more so for him for a few reasons. The first, his abilities may or may not have enhanced everything, from sight to hearing to sense of smell. His sex drive. The second, he was no longer used to restricting himself from his wants. For example, if he wanted a sandwich, or a drink he went to get one. If he wanted a fight, he would either start one or join an ongoing one. And yes, if he wanted sex he would go find a partner, though really the only mortal that would truly be able to keep up with him would be Sirius. And he would never force someone. That brought him to the third reason, Sirius was really bloody sexy. How was he supposed to find the willpower to take it even semi-slow?

So with a frustrated sigh, he turned away, and, deciding to work his way from the outside in, faded from view faster than a blink. He reappeared in Salem Institute of Magic's academic office. Setting to work he quickly began placing the documentation in its proper place, leaving no gaps, so there would be no questions. Almost as an afterthought, he added a small piece of his magic to each sheet of parchment. The magic would implant a blurry, vague memory into the first few staff members that touched it, so no one would have a mind to say that they didn't remember him.

That completed, he went to the necessary hospitals and planted the birth and immunization records in the appropriate sections, and moved on.

He disguised himself before going to Diagon Alley, there he sent two letters. During his bouncing around, he had caught sight of the date. Time magic was less than precise, so he had actually ended up arriving about a week before Sirius had run away.

This was slightly deviating from his original plan, but it couldn't be helped.

One was to Hogwarts, requesting a transfer into sixth year. He would go regardless of the answer to the second one.

The other was equally important in another way. It was sent to Charles and Dorea Potter asking for a meeting, and introducing himself as Hadrian Rial Potter. He told them that his he had just discovered that they existed when looking at his family tree, and wanted to meet them. He also told them that he could be reached at the Leaky Cauldron.

Once he had laid the groundwork he went to the Leaky and got a room for the next three days. He was expecting a response to at least one of the two letters within the week, so he would make the decision to stay longer then.

Sitting in his room, Hadrian began to wonder what to do about Voldemort, he was the Master of the very thing that made the Dark Idiot stupid enough to to leave little pieces of his soul lying around willy nilly. It was completely irresponsible! If he were to make an abomination like that he would at least be smart about it and make it much less obvious, say...a stone at the bottom of the ocean? He had to do something, it was in the job description. No one was aloud to cheat him, Death, that way. Besides, Sirius was in danger as long as the war continued. Hadrian couldn't have that.

And if he worked it right he could get his little "death" nibblers to kill themselves off in paranoia.

It wasn't an hour later that Hadrian was seriously considering bashing his skull against the wall from boredom.

As he looked around the room, then out the window at all the closed shops in the Alley, Hadrian (as he now named himself, after all, Harry just sounded so...undignified sometimes.) realized that he would have to go to Muggle London to find something to do. He had days to kill after all.

After a few moments of thinking he had the inspiration to go get a drink at a club. After a moment he realized it was a hint from his friends ,Chance and Love to be specific, he wouldn't have thought of that particular activity until a least tomorrow.

Hmmmm, if this was going to continue, maybe this was what they meant when they hinted at help?

With a shrug and a wave of his hand, he changed into tight black jeans, an emerald colored button down, and steel-toed boots. After a moment he added black fingerless leather gloves, and headed out the door. Ready to see why his friends had nudged him to go out.

An: Here we are! This chapter is more for ground work and explanations, but the story should pick up soon. It is rather hard to find inspiration on my own. *hint hint*