Stone of Life

Peverell Edition

A.N

Second chapter... again, as it'll be an extended, revised version of the letter from Dumbledore. Not much else to explain, as most of you have read it before, and most likely were disappointed at the short filler chapter.
Enjoy!
-The Dark Tipped Snake.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter II: THE FUTURE AWAITS

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

(The next morning.)

Young Hadrian Potter now sat inside a basket, on the doorstep of the enemy.
He was still stuck inside a deep sleep, and was ignorant of the world around him.
Tucked inside of the green blankets around him, and sitting under his arm, was a tanned brown letter with a large wax stamp bearing the letter 'D' on it, sealing the letter closed from unneeded eyes.
The letter was meant for Hadrian when he was older, but the letter wasn't even supposed to explain things to him, or to reassure him.
The entire was composed of lies, and was basically a excerpt from a bad horror novel.
Any standard person that read the letter, could tell it was meant to scare the boy. The "letter" got right to it's point and went onward like this…

"My dear Hadrian I don't know if they've told you about me, but my name is Albus Dumbledore, I was best friends with your parents. I must tell you of them, as they were so dear to me.
Your parents, James and Lilith, were wonderful people. Your mother was so full of life, and always helped others, and your father... was a bit rough around the edges, but he loved a good laugh, and always wanted others to laugh along with him, sometimes at the cost of others.
They were inseparable, where one went, the other followed, all the way to that night. You see, I protected you the night they died, from a wicked man.
That man's name was Tom Riddle, and he had broken into your house, and murdered your parents.
At one point in time, Tom Riddle was mine and your parent's friend, until he fell victim to his own dark side, he then became more powerful than even me, and attacked the house. I quickly picked you up and ran, I avoided every curse he threw at me, and teleported us away from there. You see Hadrian, you are actually a Wizard and perhaps will be a great one at that. In our world, our people might hate you, as you're the only remaining Potter, and if your death occurred, many would benefit from it. In our world, exists horrifying creatures that are the stuff of nightmares, Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Ogres, Trolls, Giants, Dragons, and people worse than all others.

In our world, there are creatures like these, and many more, and I wouldn't be able to protect you from them all, as even a wizard like myself can get overwhelmed. and I couldn't go on if you died as well.

That, is why I brought you to the normal world, to save you from those that would hurt you. The normal world is the safest place for you, as those creatures would be forced to be careful, or they risk exposing themselves to the world. You have a great and long future in front of you, and I would love to meet you again, and hear how your life has been.
I seek to help you regain your place in the wizarding world once you are of age, and I will teach you everything I know about our world to catch you up with it. I wouldn't want you to return and be filled with confusion at it all. I hope to hear from you soon Hadrian, as I would love to get to know the young man you have become, just... remember Hadrian, everything I have done... I swear was for the greater good. I hope you receive this letter, and give it some thought. I will wait for your response.
Sincerely,
Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"

However, Hadrian never got to read this letter, as almost ten minutes after he was found, his 'family' tossed the letter right into the fireplace. Truthfully, it was the best thing to do with it.

"How dare he bring this freak into our home, and give us instructions as well, like we were children! Who knows what was in that damn letter!" Vernon Dursley, a plump man of age thirty-one, yelled out in frustration. His face turned a bright shade of violet, as blood raced to it, illuminating his sense of anger.

"Vernon, you better calm the hell down, you'll wake Dudley. I don't like the little shit anymore than you, but we can't have our moods ruined by my sister's devil spawn." Petunia Dursley muttered, as she looked at her husband, who was being much too loud for the situation.

"You're right dear… but where do we put the runt?" He asked, turning towards his wife. She seemed to think deeply for a moment, then said, "We have that cupboard, under the stairs, we could move that old bed from the attic down here ...and he'll owe us for keeping him alive, so why not make him work for his life?" She said as a evil grin spread on her face. Her husband's face soon matched her own, and they looked at the child, and saw a shining opportunity in him.

"That's a wonderful idea my love." Vernon said as he turned to his face, and gave her a long kiss,

"Now, we just have to wait." Vernon said, as his wife and him retired to bed. In just a few years, they'll have themselves their own little slave. As the two slept, one person remained quite awake in the house.

Hadrian Potter looked around himself, and was upset. he was locked inside of a dark little closet, and could barely see.
He still knew what had happened to his parents, though everything felt strange.
He didn't cry of course. as he had decided that it wasn't the time for tears.
As his mood intensified, a small ball of emerald flames appeared, and started to slowly spin in a circle in the air before him, and he slowly fell asleep watching the beautiful colours.
The colors of Black, green, and grey began to merge together, becoming a flaming mural of darkness. Once he fell asleep, the flame extinguished itself, letting the darkness return to the cupboard.
Sadly, Hadrian had no idea what his demonic relatives had planned ahead, and if he had, he couldn't have stopped them. At least at the moment... he couldn't stop them.
In the coming years, he might develop his abilities, but at the moment, he was just a defenseless infant sitting in a closet…

Hadrian would have no idea that he would be 'rescued' from the asylum known as Four Privet, or that everything would clear up for him.
If he had known that he'd just have to endure, he might have made it through as a decent or nice person… But he didn't know that, so he wouldn't be nice at all. There wasn't anything holding him back.

Once the day began, Hadrian James Potter lived his first day in literal Hell, and began the long cycle that he'd be stuck in for the coming years.
In his first year of life, Hadrian found out about a little thing, called revenge.
At the time, he didn't really understand what the word meant, or what it was like…
But he would, and once he did, he would crave it with every fiber of his being.
He'd just wait until the right time, when they weren't paying attention… and get them back.
But, he was just a child, not even two years old.
He would have to wait for his revenge.
In the end, that's exactly what he did.

Medieval Wizarding Britain.
(The fifteenth Century.)

"Massssterr, the ssseeer hasss come!" A large reptilian snake hissed out, as it wrapped itself around the arm of it's master. Cadmus Peverell stroked the head of the snake, and spoke a command to it in the language of the cold-blooded.

"Open the door, but stay out of sight."

"Yessss, Massssterr…" The Basilisk hissed, before slithering from the room to the front door of the manor. It maneuvered around the furniture of the home, and reached the steel door, where it then wrapped around the doorknob, and the hook next to it.

By wrapping around the knob, and twisting around the hook, the snake pulled the door open, using motions much like that of a conveyor belt.

The seer, Cecilia Lovegood, walked into the home at a calm pace. She looked over the entire hallway, and focused on certain areas as if she saw something there. Eventually, she reached the living chamber, where Cadmus Peverell sat in the darkness.

"Lord Peverell, you requested my service?" Cecilia asked, as she sat in the chair across from the aged man. Cadmus Peverell was a man plagued by sadness, and wished for death.
He would welcome it, but he wanted one last thing. He wanted to know what lay before his family, and whether his line would live on.

"Yes… Miss Lovegood, I would like to know what awaits me before and after I die…" Cadmus muttered, as he looked the younger woman over, and sadly noticing her shocking similarities to his deceased fiancee. At the thought of Mirilla, his heart ached a slight amount, but he still remained focused on the seer.

Cecilia looked at him, as if she was reading him like a novel. She studied the stress lines of his face, along with his wrinkles.

"I can show you that and more my Lord, all you have to ask is why." She asked in a cryptic manner, as he thought about the question.

"I ponder killing myself, and would like to know what would follow that choice… "

"Of course, I would advice against suicide, but I will grant your request…" Cecilia responded, before her eyes began to glow gold. Her mind shifted from that of a twenty-seven year old woman, to that of a spiritual creature. The future became visible to her, along with many different ones. She now knew all.

"Cadmus Peverell, your time is not finished yet. There will be a child born centuries from now, your descendant who will carry your name, and continue your line. That child will require your assistance in the manner, as they wouldn't live many years without it." Cecilia muttered out, her voice much different than the one she had used before. Cadmus nodded at this, and phrased his next question.

"Who is this child? How must I help them?"

"The child will go by the name of Potter, and you must help him over the course of time. There will be three times you must assist him, the first during your life, the last two after you have left this plain of life." She explained, though he still had difficulties understanding her.

"What must I do now?"

"You must send your familiar to the settlement of Londinium, where it shall wait several years, before getting itself trapped without a monument to the wild. There, the boy will encounter it, and be set on his path. Your familiar, Mythous must send the child to a wealth depository, called 'Gringotts.' From there, the boy shall be in fine condition, for many years. You will know when your are needed once more. That is all I may tell you." Cecilia predicted to him, before losing the glow in her eyes. Now, they returned their original, simple shade of blue, and her face softened and relaxed.
"Did you learn what you wanted?"

"I did… I can not tell you my exact amount of gratitude towards you, but I assure you it is boundless. You have given me a reason to live, even if it is for a short time." Cadmus said, before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "I will pay you any price seer, but know that anything you require, shall be yours."

"Thank you m'lord…" Cecilia said, before looking closely at him. "Did you know, you aren't too old looking… You are still quite handsome." She added, making a pale blush come to him, before his confusion rung out.

"T-thank you…?"

Did you enjoy? I hope you did.
Cadmus and Cecilia most likely won't be covered again, but anything is truly possible. Really, I just wanted him to have a pairing, and as future chapters stated, he consulted a seer at one point.

I will continue editing the future chapters, and will post them accordingly. Goodbye for now everyone.
-DTS