Chapter 1
"Come on ikle bitty Potter you can do better." The witch dubbed by the press as the most insane one declared with a a loud cackle at the end as she sent a purple hex at him that he barely managed to dodge. He was exhausted, in severe pain and on his own. Harry had been separated from his friends when the Death Eaters attacked them, and now he was stuck fighting what was possibly Voldemorts most loyal and powerful followers on his own.
Fighting might be a bit of an overstatement actually. She was sending spells at him and since he didn't recognise a single one of them he wasn't willing to trust a shield charm to be able to block them, as a result he had to waste all of his energy dodging and diving out of the way, and when Harry did manage to send the odd spell at her, Bellatrix managed to block it with ease.
It was more then a small blow to his pride that he could barely keep up with a witch who had spent the last fourteen years in Azkaban, but that was what was happening. It was certainly an eye opener, and it made him realise just how lucky he had been when he had encountered Voldemort at the end of the Tri Wizard Tournament last year. If he could barely hold his own against Bellatrix Lestrange then what truly was his chance against Voldemort.
Harry tried not to let the defeatist thoughts distract him, but it was hard not to, especially after a sickly yellow curse hit him in the shoulder, cutting a deep gash into the flesh.
He couldn't keep this up, he would die if he tried to. So Harry did the only thing he could do, he ran Gryffindor bravery be damned.
"Run, run, run little Potter, I will find you." Bellatrix yelled with another insane cackle as she took off in pursuit of him.
Harry ran through the different corridors in the Department of Mysteries, with Lestrange close on his heels. Despite his injured state Harry was not slow, he had long since gotten used to running while in pain, the 'games' of Harry Hunting back before he had come to Hogwarts made sure of that. The problem was how easily Bellatrix was keeping up with him. Very few purebloods could be considered physically active, or even did basic exercise. Most witches and wizards were honestly a very lazy lot. So combining that fact, with the fact that Bellatrix had only recently escaped from Azkaban prison she was in a remarkable shape considering how easily she was able to keep up with him.
'Probably because of some dark ritual,' he couldn't but think spitefully as he kept running with the Death Eater on his tail. He could give no thought to his friends, he didn't even know where they were, if they were still in the Department of Mysteries, or if they were even still ali- 'No.' He told himself, 'Don't think that.'
Eventually he found a door at the end of the corridor and with no alternative he went through it.
Looking around the room he was shocked by what he found. Time turners, tables upon tables that were completely filled with time turners. "So this is where Hermione's time turner came from." He muttered to himself as he picked up one of the time turners.
"Potter." Bellatrix spoke sending a curse at him. With no space to run his instincts acted. Holding out his hand to block the curse with the time turner still in it. The next thing he felt was pain as the time turner, combined with the dark spell used by Bellatrix and that was the last thing he remembered as the spell turned him into dust.
Bellatrix cackled loudly with extreme pleasure. She had killed the boy who lived. True her master had said that Potter was his to kill but she doubted that he'd be too angry by what had happened, after all she had killed the one person that was meant to kill him.
"You know that was very painful." A voice cut through her cackling. Turing behind her was Potter. She blinked once, but it was definitely Harry Potter, older by at least five years, looking like he was in his early twenties but it was certainly him. His hair was neatly combed to the side as opposed to the untamable mess it was mere moments before and rather then the wizarding robes he had been wearing he was now wearing filthy muggle clothes. True Potter's robes hadn't been of a good quality, more befitting a blood traitor Weasley then the heir of the Ancient house of Potter but at least it had been wizarding robes rather then the jeans and buttoned shirt he now wore.
"Potter, how?" Bellatrix demanded causing the boy, no man opposite her to give her look that seemed to imply he thought that she was thick.
"This is where the time turners are held, you cast a spell at a time turner, use your head." Bellatrix couldn't help but bristle at the tone of voice used by Potter.
"So what you got a few years of experience, you still won't be able to defeat me, never mind my master." She told him confidently. She was still in a good shape despite the fight and chase she had just given Potter and she was confident that she would still be able to best him.
He just sent her an infuriating smirk. "I was sent back over a thousand years ago in the past." Potter said to her confusion. That was impossible, he couldn't be a thousand years old, it simply was not possible. Unless... Bellatrix cast a spell and a moment later she realised the truth.
"So Ickle Baby Potter is now a vampire." She spoke with a massive grin etched on her face. There was no way any mere vampire would be capable of taking on her master, hell she was perfectly capable of taking him out herself, he sure as hell wouldn't be the first beast she had put down, although she had yet to encounter a vampire that was as old as Potter claimed to be.
"Not just any vampire, and I don't go by Harry Potter any more so allow me to introduce myself. Hadrian Mikaelson at your service." He spoke with an elaborate bow at the end with a massive smirk etched onto his face.
Immediately the grin on her face went, replaced by honest to god fear as she realised just who it was standing in front of her. An Original, a mother fucking Original Vampire, and not just any vampire but Hadrian Mikaelson. Hadrian Mikaelson, along with his brother Kol were both famous, and infamous in the wizarding world. In that moment Bellatrix came to realisation, she was going to die, she couldn't take on an Original. The Originals after all were the closest thing to true immortals that this world had and Bellatrix had neither the knowledge or power to possibly kill one.
But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for him. "Avada Kedavra."
Five minutes afterwards Hadrian left the chamber where the time turners were held, wiping off the blood that was around his lips. Lestrange hadn't put up much of a fight, the psycho being more used to fighting defenseless humans and other magicals, not thousand year old vampires and he hadn't even had to use his magic against her, but he had no delusions that the rest of the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself would be as easy.
He had been watching Tom Riddle ever since the boy had first started Hogwarts back in the 40's and though he was loath to admit it Riddle was a very powerful and skilled wizard, and not one that would go down without a fight. But the problem was that he couldn't kill Riddle without first destroying his Horcruxes. He had been attempting to find them for decades but unfortunately some very powerful magic protected them and he had been unsuccessful. Though at least he had the means to destroy them when the time came.
Hadrian continued waking through the Department of Mysteries, his hearing picking up the sounds of the battle but he paid no mind to that, the Order of the Pheonix had arrived and outnumbered the Death Eaters by nearly two to one, and with Lestrange now dealt with the Death Eaters had lost one of their most powerful members and top duelists. No, the Death Eaters weren't his concern, his concern was Voldemort who he could sense within the Ministry, near the Atrium to be exact.
Whistling a tune, feeling completely at ease he headed towards the Atium.
"Riddle, come out, come out wherever you are." He called out once he reached the Atium. He could sense the powerful dark magic that was Voldemort and the Original knew that he was observing him.
"What brings an Original to the Ministry of Magic?" A voice that he remembered belonging to old snake face demanded with anger but there was definite curiosity in the question besides anger.
"Don't tell me you that you don't recognise me." He spoke with mock hurt in his voice. "After all you've been trying to kill me since I was but a baby."
"Potter." Voldemort snarled and Hadrian turned around to face Voldemort.
"The one and only."
"And the last it seems." Voldemort stated with the ends of lips twitching in amusement.
"Indeed, so are we going to continue this conversation, or are we finally going to kill each other." In response Voldemort simply fired a spell at him which he simply stepped out of the way of. "Don't tell me that's all you've got. tut tut." Hadrian spoke causing his opponent to snarl in anger as he proceeded to launch a barrage of spells at the Original.
Dodging the spells he rushed at Voldemort, or at least he attempted to before he hit a barrier. "A barrier spell." He stated with annoyance at the inconvenience.
"Your not the first vampire to stand in my way Potter. A ward is around me to prevent anyone moving above a certain speed from reaching me." Voldemort explained launching another spell at him.
"Then this will be fun." He smirked as he dodged another spell. Hadrian's magic wasn't common knowledge, and if he was facing someone else then he would probably would refrain from using it, but he really hated Voldemort and he resolved not to hold back in any way.
Immediately they both launched killing curses at the other. Their was a reason why the killing curse was considered an unforgivable curse by nearly every wizarding country in the world, even those that openly practiced the dark arts. Created thirteen hundred years ago by Morgana Le Fay the spell killed anything it came into contact with. True some magical creatures were more resistant to the killing curse but repeated use would still have the same effect. Not even vampires were immune to it. It was why he was do famous for being the boy who lived, the only recorded human in history who was able to survive being hit by the killing curse, even if it was because of the sacrificial magic implemented by Lily Potter.
The two killing curses impact into each other, creating an explosion of light as they both forced their own power and will into the spell, trying to force their own killing curses onto their hated enemy. Slowly the spell inched closer towards Voldemort causing the man's eyes to widen slightly in fear, which Hadrian savored.
Realising that he was stronger then him Voldemort was the one that broke their spell, summoning fiendfyre in the form of a snake, laughing while he did so. Despite himself Hadrian couldn't help but feel a small twinge of respect. Summoning fiendfyre was no easy matter, only a true master of the dark arts could even attempt such a thing, otherwise more often then not the caster was killed by the very spell that they were using.
Taking the form of a basilisk the spell was directed at him. Holding out his hand he stopped the snake in its path and with another spell he decapitated the snake. Falling apart Hadrian pushed the remnants at the fiendfyre at Voldemort in a wall of flame which he dispelled but not giving Voldemort a chance he summoned a pools worth of water and used it to surround the so called dark lord in an attempt to drown him.
Freeing himself from his watery prison Voldemort sent a pure blast of dark magic fueled by his rage. He the greatest sorcerer in the world was barely capable of holding his own against Potter, and the ease with which he was resisting his magic only enraged him further causing to let out a pure scream of rage, shattering every window in the Atium, destroying the massive portrait of the imbecile of a Minister in the process.
With a certain amount of strain Voldemort summoned every broken piece of glass and banished every single piece at his foe. It may not kill him but kill him but it would certainly neutralise him, if only for the moment.
With an almost lazy wave of his hand Hadrian conjured a magical shield that turned the glass into sand when they impacted upon it.
"That all you have Mr Riddle, I honestly expected more from a man proclaimed as the darkest wizard in a century." He mocked while Voldemort merely glared in anger as he summoned a large amount of wind and shadow around him, disappearing. Misting, a form of magical transportation. You could only travel a small distance but it was much harder to prevent then apparition or portkeys.
"I can't hear your heartbeat, and I can't see you but I know that you are still here Riddle." He yelled as he wondered around the Atium waiting for Voldemort to make his move. Continuing his walk around the Atium as he waited for Voldemort to make his move when he felt a strong aneurysm pressing into his brain and Voldemort trying to access his mind. Voldemort was trying to use their connection to control him, even though it had been thousand years since the Horcrux had been destroyed, there were still traces of the dark magic within him which Voldemort was using to reopen the connection between their minds.
He could stopped it, easily in fact but this gave him an ample opportunity. The connection went both ways and he would see in Voldemort's mind and find out the location of the Horcruxes. He felt Voldemort searching through his memories, only those that he permitted him to see, let the wizard think that he was taking control of him and when he was sure the connection between him and Voldemort was stable he struck.
Ruthlessly expelling Voldemort from his mind he followed the connection into the arrogant wizard's mind, breaking his occlumency barriers with near ease. "You wizards and your delusions of grandeur, you truly though you could best me." Immediately he searched through Voldemort's memories, searching for the Horcruxes when he came came across a memory that caused fear to spike through Voldemort.
"A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed a part of their soul."
"But I don't understand how that works."
"One splits one's soul and hides part of it in an object, by doing so you are protected so that if you are attacked and your body destroyed the part of you that is protected lives on. In other words you cannot die."
"And how does one split their soul?"
"I think you already know the answer to that one Tom."
"Murder. Can you only split your soul once, or for instance six or seven."
Seven. Seven pieces of his soul, six Horcruxes to destroy. Hadrian continued searching through his memories until he found a memory of Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem, her daughter Helena and finally an image of Hogwarts. "It's at Hogwarts." He stated and in that moment Voldemort finally amassed enough strength to expel him from his mind.
"Thank you Voldemort." He spoke to the man standing a distance away from him.
Voldemort opened his mouth to reply but before he could the sound of the Floo system activating attracted their attention. Turning Hadrian saw the Minister for Magic, a dozen aurors and hitwizards and seemingly another hundred various ministry employees. Using the opportunity provided Voldemort immediately used misting to escape the Ministry.
"Coward." He couldn't help but mutter to himself but despite Voldemort's escape he was in a good mood.
"Harry?" A voice called out. Turning he saw Dumbledore, the Order and his, well 'friends' all staring at him in shock and disbelief before Dumbledore stepped towards.
"I thank you for your assisstance Mr Mikaelson." Dumbledore said. "Perhaps we can speak somewhere in private?" Albus asked to which he nodded.
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The headmasters office was the same as he could remember it. Filled with magical artifacts all around the room, although unlike when he last visited as Harry Potter he now recognised each and every one of them and also knew what they all did. Multiple artifacts were advanced detection and warning systems, others were keyed to the wardstone of the school, and some did nothing and were simply for show. Designed to give the impression of awe and wonder.
"So Mr Mikaelson, would you fancy a drink?" Albus offered.
"Firewhiskey please, and Hadrian is fine." He very much doubted that the headmaster had any blood bags in his possession, so he would settle for the next best thing. Pulling out a bottle from his desk the old wizard poured them both a glass. "Thanks." He said taking the glass offered to him.
"Then you can call me Albus." The headmaster spoke sipping the firewhiskey. It was disconcerting to think that the boy he had cared for and who was once his student was now a vampire more then eight hundred years older then him. He what would happen of course, Hadrian had contacted him only a few weeks after Voldemort had resurrected and gave a brief summary of what would happen to Harry. One reason why he had done his est to stay away from the boy during the past year, because he knew what was going to happen to him and that he would be helpless to stop it.
Albus had contemplated preventing what would happen to Harry at the Ministry, but to his shame and guilt he had chosen not to. Because in the end Harry Potter could not defeat Voldemort, but Hadrian Mikaelson could. And for all he knew just possibly vampirism could be the power the dark lord knows not. "First of all I would like to thank you Hadrian for holding Voldemort off at the Ministry."
"I've wanted to kill him for centuries, there was no chance that I was going to turn down the opportunity to fight Voldemort, and now I know his limits and his strengths, next time Tom Riddle will die." Hadrian vowed. Whether it took one year or a hundred Voldemort would die by his hand.
"That's actually something I want to speak to you about."
"Don't tell me that you are going to preach second chances and mercy, Mr Dumbledore." Hadrian spoke with disgust, but to his surprise Albus simply chuckled.
"You seem to be forgetting Hadrian that I fought and killed in the war against Grindelwald. I don't like killing and I do believe in second chances but I am no fool and I know that Voldemort and many of his Death Eaters don't deserve a second chance." Dumbledore was silent for a moment before continuing. "No Hadrian what I want is for you to lead the Order."
"You want me to lead the war effort against Voldemort." Truthfully Hadrian had planned on simply letting the Order and the Ministry make there own war attempts while he continued his hunt for the Horcruxes and simply killed Riddle when the job was done.
"I'm not the man I once was, I will do what I can to fight Voldemort but my days of leading people to war are over. I formed the Order during Voldemort's first rise to power because the Ministry was incompetent and their was no one else who was willing to stand against him." Albus explained but Hadrian had been around for a long time and he knew that Dumbledore wasn't saying everything.
"That's not all though is it? I've been studying magic for a millennia Albus, I know a glamour bracelet when I see one." He said with a pointed glance at the bracelet on Dumbledore's right wrist.
With a heavy sigh Dumbledore pulled off the bracelet and immediately the glamour fell, revealing that three of the fingers were blackened and cursed. He knew that curse, it was one Kol had created as a method of punishing witches who had either failed him or dared to attack him. "How?" He demanded.
"Your not the only one who's spent the last year hunting his Horcruxes. When you told me about them I started my own investigations and I found one." Albus said as he removed a ring from a desk draw and placed it on the table. "I was able to destroy it, but not before I was cursed in the process."
Hadrian looked closely at the ring, he could sense traces of the dark magic that was once the Horcrux but it was gone now, destroyed but strangely he could still sense powerful magic coming from the ring. At least that was one less Horcrux to worry about. "May I see your hand?" He asked. Depending on how long he had been cursed Hadrian may or may not be able to cure it. "When were you cursed?" He asked as he traced the blackened veins of the curse.
"Only four days ago. Severus contained the curse to my hand but he said that it would spread, and that I had maybe a year left." 'Snape?' He scoffed with distaste and distrust. He could sense no protective and counteractive charms or potions on the curse. 'What game is Snape playing?' He wondered to himself, likely playing both sides to his own benefit.
"Your lucky professor, the curse hasn't reached the point that it can't be healed." He said grasping the cursed hand with both of his as he called on his magic. Speaking in Ancient Egyptian as he began muttering the counter curse. Kol never created a single curse or hex without also creating a loophole as well, say what you will about that sociopath he made no mistakes when it came to magic.
Dumbledore let out a scream of pain as a burning sensation consumed him, while the portraits of previous headmasters and headmistresses all yelled in protest and defiance while the phoenix shrieked. Ignoring everything going on around him Hadrian continued chanting in Egyptian, quite literally burning the curse from Dumbledore's system. After a few minutes he completed the spell, while Dumbledore slumped back into his chair in exhaustion.
"Harry, thank you." Dumbledore spoke with gratitude as he stared at his now healed hand.
"No problem Albus." He said standing up, his mind going a mile a minute. He knew that Voldemort had created seven Horcruxes, and now three were destroyed, he knew one was in Hogwarts and considering that Voldemort had given one to Lucius Malfoy he had no doubt that he had no doubt that one was given to the Lestrange's and he had the darling Bellatrix safe and sound in his possession. That only left two.
"In fact Albus," Hadrian spoke. "I will take command of the Order, call a meeting right now." He would establish his control over them, and deal with any untrustworthy elements. He would also be interrogating Snape. Though wand wielders were generally more powerful then wiccans, one disadvantage that they had to the servants of nature was that they weren't immune to compulsion. In a thousand years he had only ever encountered six wand wielders, four of which happened to be the Founders of Hogwarts, who were able to resist an Originals compulsion and he doubted that the pathetic excuse of a man that was Severus Snape would become the seventh.
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Voldemort was not happy. Scratch that he was absolutely livid with rage. He had been bested by Potter, who was now one of the most powerful beings on this entire planet. The Original Vampires were something to be feared, and only a fool wasn't. Every single one of the Originals had proven time and time again that despite their lack of magic there was a reason that they were regarded as the most powerful beings on the entire planet. And it seemed that unlike the rest of his species Potter still possessed magic.
It had always been rumoured that Hadrian Mikaelson possessed magic but never officially confirmed, until now that was. That blasted halfblood Potter had gone from being a mere nuisance to an actual threat. Especially considering that he was not only aware of his Horcruxes but now knew the location of the one within Hogwarts. And that lead to the question of whether or not he knew about his other Horcruxes, were they even safe or had Potter managed to destroy them all.
He would need to move them to an even more secure location, there was no doubt about that. He simply could not take the risk.
And he had lost some of his most powerful Death Eaters as well. The Lestrange brothers, Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy, Dolohov, Macnair, Crabbe, Avery, Nott, Rookwood, Jugson and Mulciber were likely in the Ministry holding cells, which would be much harder to break them out of them if they were simply locked up in Azkaban prison. But while their capture was regrettably it was hardly a blow to his overall forces, he still had large numbers of Death Eaters in reserve to take their place, those twelve had simply been his most experienced and loyal Death Eaters. Though clearly their skills had taken a great hit if they couldn't beet school children or Dumbledore's pacifist Order of the Phoenix.
"Master... please." A gasping voice spoke, pulling him from his thoughts as he stared at Pettigrew writhing on the floor. He had been venting his anger out on the rat since he returned from the Ministry. With a wave of his wand he cancelled the cruciatus curse he had been holding Pettigrew under. "Thank you master, thank you." The rat spoke as he with great effort managed to pull himself to his feet and he started walking towards the door, leaving his throne room.
"Wormtail." He bellowed just before the rat reached the door. "Did I give you permission to leave?"
For a man who had been held under the cruciatus curse for the better part of an hour, Pettigrew moved at a remarkable speed across the throne room as he dropped himself to his knees before it.
"I am sending you to Romania." He informed Pettigrew.
"Romania my lord?"
"Yes, you will go to Lord Vlad as my emissary and form an alliance."
"The Impaler my lord?" Pettigrew gasped in horror and fear. After all the Impaler was infamous for well impaling people, especially those he disliked and viewed as lesser then himself which would no doubt include Pettigrew.
"Did I say you could question me?" He snapped at the pathetic excuse for a man causing his to shiver in fright. "You will depart immediately." He dismissed and Pettigrew left at a slow pace, as eager as he was to get away from his master he was in no way a hurry to meet one of the oldest and most feared vampires in the entire world.
Voldemort smiled as he sat back on his throne. As regrettable at it was that he was now forced into conflict with a Mikaelson it also brought its own advantage. The Mikaelsons had no shortage of enemies, which meant that he now had no shortage of potential allies. The infamous Count Dracula who was the leader of one of the largest vampire covens in the world and known for his extreme hatred for the Originals would simply be the first.
Guest: Unfortunately Lexi is dead at this point, although the whole point of fanfiction is to be AU so it's not a bad idea. Is Harry the master of Death? Spoilers not saying anything.
Guest: Stefan and Harry? No sorry not happening I do not like Stefan enough to make him one of the main characters in this story.
Naruto Mitarashi: He can create vampires but he can't turn those who have magic, bit like how Klaus couldn't turn werewolves.
Ariaofrosewood: Hadrian has a hostile relationship with Kol (which will be explained and developed upon) and to a lesser extent Klaus but he gets along perfectly fine with the rest of the Originals.
Zeldeza: If they were raised together then I probably wouldn't consider Freya but since Freya was taken by Dahlia and they didn't grow up together so Hadrian won't view her as a sister.
As for pairings I've narrowed it down to either Freya or Katherine.