The Beginning of a Name Part III

The flustered look on Hadrian's face must have been easy to discern, for the smile on Abraxas quickly morphed in to that of a smirk.

Pulling his hand away gentle Hadrian said, "I wouldn't have presumed you'd be so invested in seeing me again. You even sent a letter."

"Which you didn't reply to. Though, truth be told, I would have been greatly surprised if you had."

The man turned towards one of the empty goblin counters; pulling Hadrian with him.

Hadrian caught the appraising eye from the corner of his own as he let himself be pulled along. "You don't seem that surprised to find me at Gringotts today," he said.

"No. I've been keeping tabs of your comings. You are rather easily found after all," Abraxas replied.

Hadrian huffed, but remained quiet.

A goblin had materialized by the counter, greeting them with a stiff bow. "Lord Malfoy and Lord Slytherin, how may we help with you today?"

Abraxas turned to look back at Hadrian, an eyebrow quirked sharply upward. The gesture caused his spine to straighten reflexively and he sent the man a searching look.

"You can't expect me to let you come along, can you?"

"I was hoping we could catch up," Abraxas answered.

"While I'm handling personal business?" The man simply shrugged elegantly and turned back towards the waiting and slightly impatient looking goblin.

"What will it be, sirs?"

With a little grumbling on his part Hadrian replied, "I'm here to see my estate manager. I have a rather large proposition for him."

The goblin assessed him quietly before hurrying away.

"Oh, estate manager?" Abraxas started. "I had heard that you've been visiting him often. Though if I'm correct this is the first time you do so alone. I'm greatly pleased we were able to meet without the interference of others."

"That's only because you know that if the others had been here you wouldn't have the possibility to trail after me. To spy so blatantly," Hadrian growled out. Straightening his shoulders and narrowing his eyes.

The nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach was still there, but as time passed it receded slightly. He had never been good at dealing with stressful situations, and Abraxas was both a bad memory and a highly astute pureblood. There was no winning any battles picked with him. At least not without Gerald or Eileen.

"You think so badly of me, Hadrian," the man said with a pleased smile on his lips.

"I'd say I'm a rather good judge of character. You, Lord Malfoy, just have a bad one."

The man's accompanying laugh was light and airy. All charismatic and suave. "Your tongue has become sharper."

"I have the Prince heiress to thank for that."

"And am I not curious to know how you two met," the Malfoy Lord said. "She disappeared close to a decade ago. No word. Nothing. The Prince were down one child and they said nothing. Lady Prince was as cool as usual, seemingly uncaring. You can imagine the uproar; especially from her fiancé."

"The Goyles?" Hadrian said, eyes wide with intrigue as he leaned slightly closer.

Abraxas' brow quirked. "Indeed. It would seem this story is not new to you."

"Eileen and I talk. We're friends, that's sort of what friend's do," he defended.

"Friends. So not just for business… or pleasure."

His temper rose at that and he just opened his mouth to tell the pureblood where he could put it when the haggard looking goblin came back. His small chest heaving and producing a most unpleasant rasp.

"My lords, if you please follow me." With that he was off again, hurrying away towards a large open archway; leaving Hadrian and Abraxas to quicken their steps to follow.

"Well this is rude," Abraxas commented, his strides long and still somehow elegant.

"Yes, well at least you have the height to make this pace look like a stroll in the park. I feel like any faster and I might as well be running," Hadrian grumbled. Eyes flashing bright emerald before cooling to a darker tone as his previous anger redirected towards the goblin.

"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing that. Certainly would be entertaining."

There was little else that needed to be said after that. The brisk walk was cut to an end as they neared the narrow door that would lead them to the goblin Hopgrog's office.

The room was just as unpleasant as all the other times Hadrian had visited. There was a stuffy feel to it even though it contained no large quantity of anything. Hadrian would recommend windows if he had to keep coming back here at such regular intervals.

The huffy little goblin bowed deeply by the open door, standing unnaturally fixed in that position as the two men made their way passed.

"Ah, Lord Slytherin, I wouldn't have expected to see you so soon again, and you bring new company. I hope for your sake that you know what you are doing." Hopgrog's familiar voice greeted him. The beady eyes taking in the other lord by his side with the most distrustful sort of stare. "Lord Malfoy, I hope thy vaults flow prosperously with gold."

"Oh, they certainly do," Abraxas said. Foregoing any proper goblin greeting.

The man kept pace with Hadrian and lowered himself down on a stiff chair without so much as a care; wand flicking out to produce a warm cup of, presumably, tea for himself. Silver eyes turning nonchalantly to meet Hadrian's own before waving an elegant hand. "Well do go on."

"Yes, thank you for your permission, Abraxas," Hadrian said. "It's certainly nice to know someone is comfortable. How is the tea? Nice?"

"Most pleasant indeed."

Hadrian couldn't find it in himself to even produce a sigh. He pulled the shrunken papers out of his pocket and with a snap of his wrist had it unfolded in its whole before him. Hopgrog tore his eyes away from the lord beside him and accepted them with a critical eye.

"Ah, these are the estate papers the young lady Prince asked for during your last visit," Hopgrog began. "So, you truly have decided to build a new family manor."

"Yes. Of course, not all details are finished yet, but I felt that I should consult with you regarding what we have so far before we continue. I understand that the full process will take quite some time in its whole."

"Hmm. True true. I think the difficult part will be hiring warders that you are comfortable with. As I see it there is very little we at Gringotts can do. Of course, I shall help with getting you in contact, though after that it is up to you whom you choose."

"Yes, I understand, thank you," said Hadrian.

The room fell quiet as Hopgrog searched through the papers. Only now and then speaking up to clarify something. Abraxas remained quiet sipping his tea. Cool eyes taking in the conversation, but never interrupting.

"Lord Slytherin, are you certain you wish to do these parts yourself? It takes a great deal of magical energy to erect these kinds of barriers. You also wish to produce your own ward stone," asked Hopgrog, eyes not looking up from the papers before him.

"Yes. I thank you for your concern, but I am certain those are all parts I can handle on my own."

The goblin nodded, eyes glancing over towards the silent Malfoy lord. "When would you like construction to begin?"

"As soon as possible."

"Then I will get in contact with the construction team." A new paper was slid over. "These papers need to be filled out and given to the Housing and Developing department at the Ministry of Magic. I'm regretful to say, it must be handed in the by current lord himself. Once their stamp of approval has been given we can move forward."

Swallowing the heavyweight in his throat Hadrian replied, "I understand. Eileen will let you know about the manor location within a week or so."

From there their meeting trickled to an end. Hadrian was handed more paper and Abraxas had apparently become bored enough to start inspecting some of them.

By the time they left it was past lunch time. Hadrian's stomach rumbled, and his mind felt heavy with information. Most of which he was certain he had been unable to retain. He grumbled a little to himself and hurried after Abraxas' long strides.

"Did your curiosity get satisfied?" he snapped maybe a little too strongly.

"Oh, it was very informative, Hadrian" Abraxas replied. "Few nowadays take the time to build a new family manor. Some worry that it comes to close to breaking tradition."

"Do you worry about that as well?"

"No. Let's just say I'm more progressive than that."

"Progressive?" Hadrian queried, eyeing the other man distrustfully. "I think you're only fooling yourself with such words."

The answering chuckle was light, but there was a harsh look in the light eyes. "That may be true. Though, Hadrian, I feel that you shouldn't forget that it was my progressive ways that helped you-oh so freely-when you were wasting away by a dark curse."

The memory made Hadrian flinch. It was close to over four years ago by now, but that year had not been a good year. For all of his seeming immortality Hadrian had been really close to experiencing true death. It had eaten at his being slowly, withering him away until he was nothing. Empty minded and cold. Gerald had been the only one to remain by his side, his thin grip on reality had been too fragile; they couldn't afford for the rest of the pack to end up hurt. Hadrian wasn't certain if he could have ever forgiven himself if he had hurt them. Abraxas had thrown caution to the wind and helped them. Helped Hadrian. Never asking for anything. Just a steady presence. His magic strong and bright and just enough to keep Hadrian from diving off the deep end into the never-ending darkness.

"I don't like thinking of that time," Hadrian said quietly. Pace slowing as the memories bubbled up.

"Not thinking of them won't make it go away," was Abraxas' only reply. "I am glad you seem to have healed well. Your wolf took you before we could be certain the cure had done its part."

"Is that why you joined me today? To see if I had healed?"

"Partially," Abraxas agreed, "partially not. I've been trying to figure out what drove you back into society. Even on your deathbed you were swearing about never being forced back; complaining constantly about being healed by one of your own kin."

"That does sound like me." They passed out of Gringotts; as always no one stopped them, no one looked. "Though what I am most curious about is why no one has approached me yet. Not a reporter, not even a weird look on the streets. Do they not know? I couldn't even find anything in the papers when I looked"

"You're welcome," Abraxas said, leaving Hadrian shell shocked by the entrance as he continued down into the busy street.

"It is all your doing!"

"Not all my doing, but I might have had a hand in it."

"What could you possibly gain by doing this? Why would you even do this to begin with?"

"Do you want this conversation here—in the middle of the street?" Abraxas wondered. The man didn't give him time to reply before he had grabbed a hold of his arm and was pulling him gently along. "There is a nice restaurant just down the street. Perfect for a light lunch and secretive conversation."

"Oh, do you go there often when you have business you don't wish others to overhear?" Hadrian grumbled out.

"You are so negative. One day I will prove to you that I am not the villain you seem to want to make me out to be," said Abraxas. "Now come along. If it's that big of a deal, I'll even pay."

"No need," Hadrian replied dryly. Trying to straighten his robe and calm himself. Eileen had taught him better. He would not be looked down upon. He was of the same standing as Malfoy now, there was no difference. Money wise—who knew—maybe he was richer.

The restaurant was one Hadrian had never been to before. It was well lit and had much room between each of the different tables. The chatter was light and all in all it gave off a posh view. Very Malfoy like.

Their table was placed along a high window. A canteen of icy water floated over to their table to fill their glasses. The napkins unfolded and settled on Hadrian's lap whether he wanted it to or not. As for the menu, it had three choices in all for lunch: meat, fish or root. Hadrian had never heard the name of the root before and he assumed it was the pinkish looking thing he saw at a table further down to his right.

Leaning across the table, Abraxas inspected the menu and Hadrian both. "I recommend the fish."

Hadrian ordered root. Not out of spite, Hadrian wasn't childish like that, at least that was what he tried telling himself.

In the end, the food was good and Hadrian had to admit that the fish Abraxas ate looked absolutely mouth-watering as well.

So far, their conversation had been nothing special. Abraxas mentioned his son, who would turn one in October and he invited Hadrian to the upcoming party. It was an invitation he wasn't certain he was happy to receive.

"Is that the same party you mentioned in your letter?"

"No, that one I'm afraid has already passed. However, I would be greatly honored if you could attend the Harvester Feast that will be held at the end of this month. It will not take place at the Malfoy manor and instead will be held at the King's Hall in Glasgow," Abraxas happily explained as he finished up his meal.

"That is rather far from here." Sighing, Hadrian himself pushed his plate away and leaned back in the stiff chair. The day felt like it had been overly long already and he did not wish to think about parties or public events. Didn't want to consider the curious eyes of the people; always demanding so much information even though it had nothing to do with them.

"Of course, we will travel there by floo."

He scrunched the white cloth napkin in his fingers. "I don't like parties."

"That is fine. You aren't required to dance, though it certainly would help."

"Help with what?"

The man leaned forward with intent eyes, the lips just curving up into that of a smile. "Your image of course."

Hadrian felt his breath leave him and he swallowed loudly, nervous eyes fliting about. "I don't care about my image."

"That might be so, but you are Lord Slytherin, and that is not a title of just any lord. Lord Slytherin has always been a title of high regard, it is not just looked well upon by dark wizards, but light as well. You would do well to play your part. Depending on how you act will depend on how many enemies you will have in the foreseeable future."

"Enemies?" Hadrian wondered. "Will you be one of those?"

"As always, so little faith. No, if I truly were your enemy I would not have worked so hard to keep your return quiet. Of course, many know of your return, but they have all promised to hold their tongue until your true inauguration back into society. You will need to make a formal appearance. A speech would most likely be necessary."

"And you think the Harvester Feast would be the perfect time to do this. It is but a few weeks, not even that."

The Lord Malfoy grinned at that, leaning forward across the table. "Who do you think I am. A week is all I need to make you ready."

Startled Hadrian tried to lean back, but the chair's back was high and stiff and gave no room. "That is much appreciated, however I have a manor to build and many other projects to get to."

"All which your loyal wolf can handle," Abraxas said dismissively, hand wafting in the air. "I can only hold off the press for so long, your image is becoming more and more known each time you visit Diagon Alley. If you wish to retain a peaceful life, this appearance would be most beneficial."

"Returning to wizarding society. I will have to take up politics…" sighed Hadrian, sagging slightly in the chair.

"Humph, you make it sound so bad. It is not like you will have to vie for a seat in the wizengamot. You are a lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House. Once your return has been accepted, you may do what you wish. Slink back in your hiding hole. Though I truly wonder if the soon to be Lady Prince will accept such a retreat. The Prince family are known for ambition," Abraxas said, leaning back slightly and gesturing for the young waitress who was balancing a tray of something with utmost perfection with her wand tip.

"You know of her heirship?"

"Of course. The current Lady Prince and I are on good terms. Upon the young lady's disappearance, Lady Prince came to ask my father for me to marry the second eldest—"

"What?" Hadrian gasped, almost tripping out of the chair.

"Peace, Hadrian. Of course, I refused."

"You sound smug. I'm glad you didn't marry one of them, but can you at least make it sound like you are apologetic for it."

"That is the life of a pureblood. Marriage is political. One family will always hold power over the other. If I regret each action I won't be able to move on with my life. Besides, I have a son—Lucius—now." Abraxas face was relaxed, pleased even. Hadrian could understand him somehow.

"It wasn't that many years since we met. Yet, you've married and had a child. I feel as if our timelines are so different. Our worlds as well."

Their conversation stopped as the young waitress appeared. Her dark hair piled high on her head. "Yes."

"A 1908 bottle of Burshop if you would," Abraxas ordered, unbothered by Hadrian's startled expression.

The waitress was gone before Hadrian could complain. "It is still early afternoon. Why are we drinking?"

"To commemorate this moment of course. We have yet to celebrate your return."

"Is that not for the better," Hadrian said, looking about. Though no one had made direct eye contact with him, he was certain that their outing was being watched carefully. Prying eyes everywhere.

The bottle of Burshop soon appeared and conversation strode from politics to Hadrian's interest in creating his own ward stone for the manor. This apparently interested Abraxas greatly. He had done an apprenticeship with an elderly warder in France after finishing Hogwarts, but in the end had found no interest in continuing that line of business. He was a Malfoy, which meant that sooner or later he would take up the full-time mantel of ministry work. He still retained a great deal of information though and Hadrian tried to soak up as much as possible. However, with each glass finished he found this skill greatly decreased.

By the time they stumbled out of the restaurant, the sun was nearing the horizon and Hadrian had spent an entire day in Diagon Alley. And maybe not so much to his surprise any longer, had enjoyed it. They parted ways close to the Owl's Inn, with Hadrian promising to visit the Malfoy manor within the next two days to start preparation for his upcoming wizarding ball appearance.

—V—V—

"You met with who?" Eileen shouted as she shot up from her chair, her magic flaring out brightly. "Do you know how this could have gone. Malfoy's are not known for helping out for anything less than self-interest."

"I understand. Nothing happened though. Besides how was I supposed to turn him down. He looked like he would have followed after me whether I wanted him to or not," Hadrian said, shoulders slumped and staring listlessly at the cold cup of tea in his hands.

"If you truly would not have wanted him there, the goblin wards would have forced him out of the meeting room. You must have known this much," said Eileen. Eyes like those of a hawk as she followed each and every one of Hadrian's movements.

"Umm, goblin wards can do that?"

"Yes!" Calming herself Eileen sat back down rigidly. "We have a long way to go before I feel I can allow you to go to any wizarding place alone. Where did your backbone go? When we went before you dealt with all situations very well."

"Yes, well… Abraxas is a little special…" Hadrian said feeling defensive.

"Ugh, okay. So, he now knows everything regarding the building of the Slytherin manor as well as most of your powers regarding warding. That is a pretty big handicap on your part if he decides to ever use it against you."

"Let us hope he doesn't."

"Yes, let us," Eileen agreed. "What else did you talk about?"

Grimacing slightly, Hadrian replied as evenly as he could, "There is the Harvester Feast coming up. I was invited to attend."

"The one in Glasgow?" wondered the young lady.

"Yes. Apparently, according to Abraxas, it would be best if I made a formal appearance as well as gave a…speech."

"Formal appearance…" Eileen contemplated quietly. "This is true. Any future business we do would be helped along greatly if you had a formal introduction. Also, if the introduction was done in such a way as to show off your status. Right now, you are a lord of a prominent family that has yet to show that you have the power to honor the name."

"I really don't feel like I should have to prove it to anyone. I can't get rid of the name." He looked about quickly before raising his hands just above the table so Eileen could see. Gathering his magic at this finger tips before snapping them together to produce a small flame. It was not a warm flame, simply magical. Hadrian was only good with ice elemental magic. The rest was mostly cheating, producing cheap imitations with his powerful magic. A true mage would easily best him.

"Careful so that the muggles don't see it," Eileen chided even as her eyes watched the flame with interest. Her own magic slinking out and curling around Hadrian's hand like a warm air current.

"And if they did? Do you truly think their conclusion would be that I'm a wizard?"

"Who knows what their conclusion is. Best remain on guard." Eileen was right. It had happened before to Hadrian, being chased out due to fear. There was never any logic in those people's actions, only want for action. As if violence would somehow suppress their fear. A senseless act that had led to not only Hadrian, but others as well, being scarred.

"Your magic truly does put the rest of us to shame," Eileen said, still leaning against the table with her arms. "When I was at school, I was considered a powerful witch. Many complimented me, told me I had a bright future. Yet, watching you produce flames so easily, does put my world in prospective."

"You are powerful," was his only reply. He was certain of those words. Some powers had to be physical some mental and some like Hadrian magical. Eileen was both smart and powerful. She was good at manipulating her magic. Her blasts might not be as powerful as Hadrian's, but her spells were cunning and inventive. Sometimes that counted more in battles than pure power alone.

"Not in the way that counts."

Hadrian wanted to tell her that wasn't true. Wanted to earnestly state what he thought of her. Praise her. Yet the words wouldn't come. So, he sat there quietly, lowering his arms to his lap. The flame long since extinguished. Embarrassment held his tongue.

After a short while, Hadrian changed topic unable to deal with the prolonged silence. "I promised to visit the Malfoy manor tomorrow."

"I see."

"Would you like to join me?" At this Eileen only looked pained, her eyes flickering out over the quiet village. "You don't have to."

"I'm sorry, Dear Hadrian, it looks like you will have to go on your own. I will, however, attend the ball at Glasgow."

"Eh!" Hadrian exclaimed, words unable to form properly in his mouth. "Do I need to invite you…?"

Eileen's shoulders slumped as she laughed full-heartedly. The earlier pain dissipating; smoothing out the lines on her face. "No, as the future heiress of the Prince, there is no way I would be rejected for going with or without an invitation. Rest assured, I will be there with you."

The relief Hadrian felt, left him tired and boneless. They parted ways so that Hadrian could prepare himself for the coming day.

The shoemaker's shop was still quiet and no word from Maggie.

—V—V—

First visit of the day the next morning was to his manor. The grounds were empty and no sign of his pack.

Hadrian gathered a deep breath and brought his magic up to well just below his skin. Warming him and filling him to the brim with energy. His hands slowly rose, palm outwards, as Hadrian took in a deep breath and said, "Find Me Gerald."

His magic reacted immediately. Shooting out of him and forming a bright yellow circle around his arms that slithered to his fingertips before swirling around him in a wide arch. It took only a second for one part of the circle to form a small little extent that pointed to Hadrian's left.

He took off running in that direction, the yellow circle staying fast around him at a about a meter, or so, radius. The small needle, tilting and tipping back and forth as it showed the way.

He ran through the bushes, feeling his chest heave and voice rasp slightly at he exertion. Any previous strength he had garnered from quidditch had been lost in adulthood. Sometimes he regretted giving it up. He could have easily tried picking it back up even if just for fun once he had settled down more in this new timeline. Instead he had become a bookworm. Traveling far and wide, slinking between muggle and wizarding worlds alike in search of a purpose. One he wasn't certain he had found yet.

The pack must have picked up on his magic for a howl could be heard from close by.

Hadrian smiled and canceled his spell. Jumping over big roots and ducking under large branches.

Then he hit the ground hard, rolling a little before coming to a stop.

That was painful, he thought. Pushing himself up on his arms shakingly.

A pitiful whine came from his side as Roarik slunk up to him with his tail laying low.

"Hey, Roarik. Did we run into each other?" Hadrian asked, reaching out to lightly drag the Frost Hound closer to him. Burying fingers into snowy fur and scratching around the collar.

He grunted as he tried straightening himself, and noticed that his arm was bleeding sluggishly and his right leg hurt around the knee. Yeah, not as sturdy as he used to be.

He pushed Roarik's head gently away when the dog sniffed at the bloody wound, giving off pitiful snuffles. "It's fine. Nothing deep. I'll try healing it later," he said, before continuing with, "Did you miss me?"

Roarik answered by giving him enthusiastic licks that made his hair stand on edge. He laughed lightly at that and playfully swatted at the dog's nose.

He jumped, however, when he felt another wet nose touch his arm. The large head of Gerald's was lowered down next to him. Golden eyes of the wolf bright in the early morning.

"Too quiet, Gerald. Please make some sound for this pitiful human next time," he said as a greeting; reaching out with a hesitant hand.

Gerald only bared impressive fangs and made a long lick over the bleeding wound causing Hadrian to flinch and try drawing away.

"It's fine, it's fine," Hadrian said, now pushing uselessly at the wolf, trying to get him to budge so he could have some more room. "I can heal it, if you all just back up a little."

Gerald grumbled but complied, dragging poor Roarik with him.

Sighing in relief Hadrian pulled his wand from its holster and pointed it unsteadily with his left hand at the wound. The healing spell was a light one, only useful for small scratches. It left a jagged white line after it. The knee was harder to fix as there seemed to be no outward wound. A pulled muscle maybe?

The healing spell was at the tip of his tongue but wouldn't come forth. For the life of him, Hadrian could not remember what it was. Couldn't remember the wand movements either. He had done these countless times, yet it evaded him so.

Wand hand dropping uselessly to the ground, he stared with blank eyes at his throbbing knee. Mind fussy and heart heavy and loud in his ears.

In the end, Hadrian had to accept Gerald's help and was pushed up on the wolf's back before they set off in the direction Hadrian had been running in.

When they reached the rest of the pack Gerald didn't slow down but kept going. Pushing through woods and out into more open fields. The grass tall and green. Now and then a small creature could be seen skidding through it trying to hide from the packs presence. There was even a small lake or pond, Hadrian wasn't sure what to describe it as. It wasn't overly big, but you would get tired trying to swim from one edge of it to the other.

The pack stopped by one of the grassy slopes that ran down into the water.

Hadrian pulling himself off Gerald's back much like an old man might do. His knee throbbing each time he pulled or bent at it.

"Right, note to self, don't run into Roarik, he's made out of rock," Hadrian said laughing lightly to himself, even though the heavy feeling that had descended over his mind had yet to lift. He shrugged his robes off and rolled up the loose pant leg. An impressive bruise was already blooming on his right kneecap extending up into his pants to his thigh.

Gerald moved in, already in his human form, grasping the leg lightly and moving it back and forth. "The healing spell," he wondered as warm hands soothed the pain to a dull ache.

"Ah-ah, I seem to have forgotten it."

"I see," Gerald began, "did something happen? You've only been gone three days."

"Something? Maybe." Sighing, Hadrian slumped down on the soft grass throwing an arm over his eyes. "I met Abraxas."

"Lord Malfoy? So, soon."

"He mentioned the curse. Ugh, why would he do that? I don't want to think of it," Hadrian gasped out, his other hand coming up as well to press harshly down on his eyes. The fog thick over his mind, pressing down on him. A whisper of past memories floating just on the edges. Not strong enough to form a full connection; nevertheless, it filled him something close to despair. Reminding him of a darkness he had once swam in for so long.

Strong hands grasped at his wrists pulling them away and dragging him back to reality. "Stop that, Young Master. You do harm to no one but yourself. I'm certain Lord Malfoy did not bring it up to hurt you."

"So meddlesome."

"Who are you talking of?" Gerald asked quietly. His own steady hand running through Hadrian's wild hair. "Lord Malfoy?"

"Yes—no. I don't know. My head hurts."

"The curse is gone, Young Master. Nothing of it remains. Your mind is functioning fine. If you just relax I'm certain the spell will come to you, like it always has done," Gerald soothed.

Hadrian turned on his side, pressing his face up against Gerald's thigh, curling up around the man as much as he could. Trying to chase dark thoughts away. Memories that didn't really exist. Just feelings, feelings of emptiness. The feeling of grasping and never catching. Everything like mist, floating around him in mockery.

The curse had ruined him. Made him less than worthless, and the memory of worthlessness could never be forgotten. Couldn't be overwritten.

A stain worse than that of being a horcrux.

"You are safe. You are you. I can feel your magic brightly, as can the rest of the pack. You worry needlessly."

As if called, the rest of the pack crowded in. Lunath pressing up warm against his side, sniffing at some dried blood that remained. Yale and Twaine gave sloppy licks that Hadrian tried to defend against. Dale and Immith were the least tactile and remained close by his feet.

Roarik stood behind Gerald and made another pitiful whine.

Hadrian glanced over, finally able to persuade Yale and Twaine to back off. "I've already said it wasn't your fault, Roarik. No need to worry about this. It will heal easy enough. Now, come here," Hadrian said, stretching out his hand, but remained fast on the ground.

Roarik came close again, pressing in a cold nose into Hadrian's neck. Laying a hand on the large head, Hadrian turned his face up to face the blue sky. His muscles slowly relaxing. Memories washing away gradually leaving him feeling calm and more focused.

"Right, the spell. I think I remember now." Gerald helped pull him up and shooed the pack back a few steps. Gathering a deep breath, Hadrian summed his wand with a thought. "Percuro." The spell left his lips easily. The magic pooling into the tip of his wand before gathering around his leg. Soothing tender muscle and pushing away the bruising. Leaving only clean and untarnished skin.

"Do you feel better, Young Master," Gerald asked, warm arms still wrapped around Hadrian.

"Yes. Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize. We all want to be here for you," Yale said, having just finished shifting back into his human form. His clothes more rugged than normal and his wiry light hair was dark with dirt.

"Why do you look like you've gone head with a mud pile and lost?" Hadrian wondered, eyes narrowing in contemplation.

Yale just grinned and ran a long-fingered hand through shaggy hair. "Yeah, the last few days haven't really given us the opportunity to wash up. We all can't be as clean kept as you, Lord Slytherin," was answered in mockery.

Hadrian just huffed and rolled up on his feet. Testing his knee and coming away satisfied.

"So, where are we?" he asked, looking about questioningly. Ignoring Yale who seemed to have wanted to say something else. Instead the wolf threw himself at Twaine in a mock attack. The other wolf took the attack well, growling only slightly.

Gerald followed Hadrian up, hand on his elbow. "Ignore them, Young Master."

"Way ahead of you." Hadrian turned about, looking into the clear lake. The depth indiscernible, but the bottom was easily seen. "So…"

"This is close to where we feel that the new manor can be built. It's about a day's hike to the other manor if you ever want to visit. Close enough to keep an eye on, but far enough that you don't have to feel its dark presence," Gerald explained. "There are water faeries here as well, which keeps the water clean and purifies the surrounding woods and plants. A good place."

"It really sounds like it. Water faeries, huh? You think they will be okay with us building here?" Green eyes narrowed on the water, trying to catch a glimpse of anything.

"The manor will be further away, there is an open plot of land just through those trees. Nothing seems to occupy the land and if we build the manor correctly, there should be no need to take any trees down, thus keeping us from angering any wood spirits."

"I'll trust your judgement on this," Hadrian said, feeling slightly tired and drained all of a sudden.

For the rest of his visit, Gerald showed him around where he thought the manor would best be positioned and where he wished the manor ward to be laid. After that Hadrian spent some time explaining about his upcoming visit to the Malfoy manor. Watching as Gerald's shoulders tightened, and yellow eyes darken to deep gold.

"Alone?" was the only thing the man asked.

"Yes…?"

"I would feel better if someone went with you." Gerald's eyes glided over the rest of his pack. "I can't leave. We haven't secured the whole sanctuary yet. There may still remain something here that will attack. So far, we've been accepted openly enough, but I have a feeling that hospitality can only go so far."

"You think one of the creatures here will be displeased with us moving in?"

"Well, specifically the pack moving in," Gerald explained. "Don't worry about it, I might be worrying for nothing."

"Okay. I'm certain that whoever decides to rebuke you you can deal with easily enough," Hadrian answered, a bright smile lighting up his young features.

"Indeed. Now, for today please take Yale with you."

"Eh, Yale? But he's all dirty looking," grumbled Hadrian, throwing childish glares at the supposed to be light furred wolf.

"Oy. I can clean easily enough. If you haven't notice though, there isn't a shower out here," Yale yelled back at him from where he laid further away. His sharp wolf ears easily picking up on the conversation Gerald and he were having.

"Does that mean I have to take him to my apartment?"

"That would be for the best. Unless you wish to fill a bath for him at the manor," Gerald said.

Hadrian made a face at that and grumbled out a quiet, "No."

—V—V—

Just after noon, Hadrian and Yale Apparated into his quiet village.

"So, should we walk naturally in there or what?" asked the wolf.

"I think it would be best if I threw a Concealment charm over you."

"Sure thing, Young Master. I love sneaking about," Yale agreed wholeheartedly, a wide grin filled with teeth stretching across his face.

"Right…" was all Hadrian had as a reply. Uncertain eyes taking in the pleased wolf beside him.

With an easy flick of his wrist his wand appeared in his hand; the Concealment charm was easy enough to do wordlessly and before his eyes Yale flickered out of existence. "Remember, everyone can still hear you. Stealth mode."

"Roger that."

Hadrian had a feeling the wolf was not taking this seriously.

The walk down towards the village was made quietly. The wolf's steps unheard and presence unfelt. However, now and then Hadrian would feel the brush of fingers against his arm as if the wolf wanted to remind him he hadn't wander off anywhere.

Few people greeted him in the village. Most busy with work.

Eileen was nowhere to be seen and the shoemaker's shop was still dark.

He let them in to his small apartment and let the charm fall away. Watching as Yale took in the sight of the small cramped place, piled high with books.

"I'd always imagined it would look differently. Gerald would never accept this sort of disorder."

"Be quiet you," Hadrian grumbled. "The bathroom is through that door. There should be a small rune to the left of the shower head. You know how it goes."

The wolf whooped happily, already shrugging clothes off and racing into the bathroom.

The shower was a small one, but Hadrian had at least installed a rune to give him an endless supply of hot water. Somethings just had to be magical.

The Lupi Caelo's inert magic was much alike to that of witches and wizards and it gave them the ability to easily channel it into runes and other magical artifacts to use at their discretion.

While Yale showered, Hadrian busied himself with cleaning up some and hunting for clothing that the wolf could wear.

In the end, he enlarged a pair of green slacks and a dark robe.

When Yale was done, he threw the clothes a dirty look before putting them on. Commenting lightly about being forced to wear "wizarding clothes" as he put it.

Hadrian ignored him and tried to push wet hair into some sort of order. Then they were out again, Concealment charm reapplied, and hurrying through the village towards the woods.

It had been a long time since Hadrian last stepped foot into Malfoy manor. He was nervous and antsy about the upcoming meeting, and Yale's wild presence didn't do much to calm it. If anything, he found himself worrying more about how Yale would handle the situation than anything else. The Lupi Caelo had never met Abraxas before. It would be the first time another member of the pack was introduced.

They Apparated to the edge of the manor ward, just outside tall iron gates that connected to a long stone wall that stretched out far on either side, covering the property.

The last time Hadrian had visited he had not been in a sane mind enough to remember exactly how they had entered. But, he did remember Gerald mentioning something about wards to protect against magical creatures. He worried that something like that could possibly hinder Yale from entering.

Grasping Yale's hand, Hadrian reached out towards the gates, allowing the ward magic to wash over him and in association Yale as well.

The gates drew open, massive and impressive. Hadrian pulled Yale through. The wolf shuddering lightly in his grasp.

"You okay?" Hadrian asked, feeling the wolf do a whole-body shudder.

"Sure, sure. Just feeling slightly unappreciated by that ward. I don't think I would have been able to enter if your magic hadn't wrapped around me. This pureblood certainly takes no risk."

"No ill effect?"

"Nah, it's all good. Worry not, Young Master," the wolf said, grin once again stretching across his face. Warm hand tightening around Hadrian's, not letting go.

The walk to the manor front was long. However, unlike the Slytherin manor, this manors property was filled with all kinds of different plants and flowers. A sweet scent permeating through the air. A strong calming presence of purified magic.

Hadrian had a feeling that if one wasn't careful they could easily lose themselves in the garden. Wandering aimlessly through still quietness and sweet aromatics.

Abraxas stood by the tall front doors. Taking in the sight of Hadrian and Yale. His light eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. When they came near enough for speech Abraxas said, "I wondered what could possibly have set off the ward alarms. I see you bring a pack member. A forewarning would not have gone amiss."

Swallowing Hadrian looked away, thankful for the steady grip of Yale's. "It was a rather sudden decision on Gerald's part."

"Have you been gone from wizarding society so long you've forgotten how to send a message?"

That kind of hurt. Hadrian hadn't forgotten how to send any kind of messages, he just felt that his company was also none of Abraxas business. The man had coerced Hadrian in to visiting as well as participate at a wizarding ball. The man surely had no right to criticize Hadrian's decisions.

"Well, you might as well come in," Abraxas said, opening the door with a flick of his wrist and striding through.

Yale emitted a low heavy growl by Hadrian's side. Light eyes cool in the afternoon sun and hair that had previously been placated in to place was starting to rise slightly. Magic swirling around him untamed and wild and just as much wolf like as his true appearance.

"Calm, Yale," Hadrian said. Hand lingering over the man's arm and petting down on the robe sleeves light. "We are guests, let us act like it."

"Oh, and is this how guests are naturally treated in the wizarding world. Like bugs under one's shoes. You cannot fool me, Hadrian, that man has been nothing but disrespectful from the moment we showed up. I could feel his disdain from the instance I stepped through the gates."

"He helped cure me," Hadrian tried.

"And we are all thankful for that, but that doesn't mean I will calmly accept him disrespecting you, or me for that matter," Yale growled, voice deepening as his anger grew.

Hadrian had nothing he could add to that, instead he pulled the man up the steps with him and into the foyer. The place was just as Hadrian remembered, both from the time he had visited in the future as well as the time four years ago.

Abraxas didn't comment on their slow entrance and instead showed them to a large seating area that was further back in the manor. Large windows opening up to huge rosy gardens and small decorative fountains.

A house elf appeared, dressed in an earthy drape. The small thing served tea and biscuits without any prompting; bowing low before disappearing.

Yale's eyes fixed on the spot that the small creature had stood.

"So," Abraxas began, eyes glancing over at Yale, "would you be one of the pack I've heard of?"

Yale meet the heavy stare straight on. "That's right."

"A wolf in wizarding clothing, eh." Abraxas commented.

The temper Hadrian had been trying to keep in flared all of a sudden; fists clenching tightly together. "Yale might not be a wizard, but that gives you no right to judge him as anything less!"

"Calm yourself, Young Master. I don't think he meant it in an overly bad way," Yale said, though his eyes still held the piercing look of a wolf, inhuman and predatory. Earlier anger still simmering just beneath the surface.

"What? How could I be calm at a moment like this," Hadrian gasped out, burning green eyes directed towards the other lord. All previous thoughts on proper manner gone. "I am most grateful for what you did for me four years ago, however I refuse to sit quietly and allow you to show such blatant disdain for magical creatures in front of me. I am now also a lord, and if there is one thing I promise to do the moment I have the eyes of the rest of the wizarding world it is to throw away their pitiful arrogance; even if I have to fight every single law against magical creatures. I will do so with pride."

The room had fallen silent after that. The Malfoy lord taking in Hadrian with sharp calculating eyes, before a small smile broke out on his face. A low chuckle echoing in the room.

"Fight the wizarding laws? By yourself?" Abraxas asked, the smile never losing ground. "You certainly are a spirited one. I like it. Now finish your drinks we have a lot of training to get to."

—V—V—

From there on, there was no more talk about Yale or any other magical creature. Abraxas showed them into a large room with polished floors and a rune scripted ceiling that quickly changed to that of an open sky the moment they stepped through.

The day passed slowly. Yale for the most part watched from a comfortable sofa; being kept company with one of the house elves that resided there.

Hadrian was being run through each part of the ball's process. His mind spinning with information. Trying to take in the images of prominent lords and ladies that Abraxas kept conjuring up.

By the end of it all, Hadrian sank into a sturdy coach and refused to move. Brain tired as well as body. The other lord had been unmerciful in beating in correct etiquette and it had left Hadrian aching.

A glass of something cool and sweet appeared before him. He drank it mercifully.

"Will any of the pack be joining the Harvester Feast as well?" Abraxas asked Yale.

"No, we've agreed that at this current moment it is best we remain obscure. We do not wish to bring ill intent or harm to the young master before he has time to fit into this rightful place," Yale answered, sharp grin sliding into place. "After that of course, we'll do as we please."

"I certainly expected nothing less from the pack that follows someone like your leader. He is certainly a fearful creature. For the time I knew him, not even once did he stray from his righteous path. There was no wizard nor creature that seemed able to shake him," Abraxas explained, leaning back in his seat. A glass of red wine in his hand that he swirled lazily around. "I must say though, I was surprised to find the last descendant of Slytherin being cared for by a wolf. In the last couple of decades fear of magical creatures, be they light or dark, has drastically increased. Propaganda against them is shown everywhere. Each year new laws to restrict them is put into place. It was certainly a surprise to see a pureblood treating creatures with the same standing as he would any witch or wizard."

"Isn't it only Europe that has such views on magical creatures? I found that in the east they were not at all equally narrow minded," Hadrian said. "There is nothing that places you above them. They carry magic much the same way you do."

"Indeed. I've learned a lot since I meet you," Abraxas said, putting the topic to rest.

"Should I come tomorrow as well?"

"That would most likely be for the best. Will your wolf be joining again?"

"Yes, I will accompany young master each time he comes to visit," Yale answered, standing up and with gentle movements helped Hadrian to his feet."

"Then I will see you tomorrow. Pippi will show you out."

It was the same house elf that had kept Yale company earlier who led them to the front door. Abraxas having remained in the large room. There was really nothing else to do but leave.

The path to the gates were just as long as they had been in the afternoon. White stone slaps leading the way, surrounded by huge plants of various colors.

"A truly beautiful garden," Hadrian commented, fingers reaching out to run along the path of a stem that was close enough.

Yale nodded along, though he made no move to touch any of the plants. "We can make a better one. A cleaner one."

"Hmm. Do you consider the air here impure?"

"Not so much impure as forced. It feels most refreshing but lacks the feeling of calm. There will be no serenity found here."

—V—V—

That night Yale stayed with Hadrian, both tired from a long day. The next day they rose to the sound of hammering. It was a light sound and calmed something in Hadrian that he hadn't realized previously was wound up tight.

He rose quietly, gently pushing away the heavy furred body of Yale who had decided to sleep as close to Hadrian as possible. Warming the small bed to an almost uncomfortable degree.

Gathering his magic close to his core Hadrian let in run through his sleepwear; turning it into a long-sleeved shirt and flowing pants. The morning air was slightly chill after all.

The shoemaker looked up on his entrance. Face more ashen than what he remembered it to be. The grip on the rubber hammer he was using was not as sturdy and strong either.

"It has been awhile," Hadrian started, eyes taking in the messy shop. Half-finished shoes lining one wall and dust accumulated along some of the shelves.

"Hadrian, my boy. Did you sleep well?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you," he answered, feeling uncomfortably warm for some reason. "And you, sir?"

"This old man has certainly had better nights rest, but it is nothing to complain about. My bones ache more than usual. Nothing that a hot bath can't fix later."

"Do you need help with anything…?" Hadrian asked. Green eyes uncertain as they took in the elderly man. He seemed worn and tired and looked not at all as if he had slept.

Pushing away the shoe in front of him, the old man leaned back; cracking his back and popping his joints. "Hahaha, no nothing you young ones need to worry about. Have you broken your fast yet?"

"No."

"Then would you like to join me? I have warm bread waiting in the back and I have a new tea I am looking forward to trying."

"If you will have me," Hadrian answered. Helping the shoemaker clean up some before heading to the back, where a small kitchenette could be found and a rickety table.

The bread was good, warm and sweet. The tea was something new, more bitter than what Hadrian was used to.

"I got a hold of it while in London."

"Ah, so you did go to the city."

"Indeed, indeed. Work isn't as busy here any longer. Besides I needed a few new things, you know shoes they just keep getting more and more complicated. Nothing like in the old days, I tell you."

It was honest enough, but for Hadrian something still felt off and he couldn't help himself but ask, "And your health?"

"Well, aren't you a sharp one," the man said, dark eyes keen under heavy brows.

"You are unwell?" Hadrian asked for clarification.

"Somehow or another. The doctors say it's age. I say that's bullshit."

"So, they don't know what it is."

"That's right," the show maker answered, eating on his bread and drinking his tea; completely unbothered by the current conversation.

"The symptoms?"

"Hey, didn't I hear you promised to take Maggie to the city," the shoemaker said, throwing Hadrian for a loop.

"Ah—Yes."

"Well, isn't that nice of you. She'll certainly enjoy it, spirited little one that she is. Not many other kids her age here, must be quite boring and routine lifestyle for her. Kids need something more substantial. They want to feel useful, not just for their parents but for society as well. They always brim with so much energy and if guided correctly they'll head out into the world and make something big out of themselves. A small town such as this just can't offer that."

"Make something big off themselves, huh?" Hadrian said quietly and contemplatively as he stared into his tea.

"You too," the elder said, a kind gentle smile filled with wisdom and encouragement. "You too want to do something big, right?"

"I don't know. The quiet life is nice. Besides I'm not so young any longer," Hadrian replied back.

"If a quiet life was all you needed, your room wouldn't be filled with so many books."

Hadrian's face heated at that. "I just like reading."

"Don't we all. It's just that some like it more than others, and people who like it as much as you, well let's just say they're usually compensating for something." The shoemaker stood, stretching and creaking some. He grumbled and put away the plates and cups in the small sink. "Now, shoo. Don't you have two village girls waiting for you."

"Oh, Merlin," Hadrian mumbled to himself as he made his way out. Leaving the old man to his own devices.

Early morning outside was busy. Activity everywhere. People running back and forth and everyone calling out a morning greeting to each other.

A nice lifestyle, Hadrian thought, but lacking somewhat. For one, there was no magic, and for all he complained about wizarding society Hadrian really liked magic. He liked the way it flowed around him; the way it filled him up inside. Life without it was unbearable and sometimes so was life with it, but in the end, he would always choose a life with it. He could never throw magic out and forsake it. He loved magic and sometimes, just sometimes, he thought that magic loved him as well. And that sort of love, that was acceptance, and if there was one thing Hadrian craved it was that. So, no, he could never throw away magic. The only thing that made him feel worthy.

He had decided now to walk the path of a wizard and he knew, magic, would be right there walking next to him. Which was a somewhat calming feeling.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes he caught sight of something bright and with long hair.

Maggie.

She was hurrying about just as busily as everyone else. Hands full with pots.

Hadrian easily caught up to her with long quick strides; taking a few of the pots from her filled arms before she had time to notice what was going on.

Maggie stopped in her tracks. Light eyes going wide upon seeing Hadrian, face turning bright red. "H—Hadrian!" she gasped out. Hands nervously fidgeting on the remaining pots as she looked away.

"Good morning. You seem busy today."

She shook her head fervently. "Ah, no. This is nothing. Just helping out with Aunt Amelia's business for today. You know, something new…"

"That's nice. I always like trying new things as well. How are you liking it?"

"It's good I'm learning a lot. Auntie is always very nice, and she'll give me sweet buns at the end of the day." Her eyes lit up as she spoke. However, her nervous posture still remained, and she twitched nervously in place. "You know, Hadrian."

"Hmm."

"Did you mean it? What you said to my parents. That you'll take me to London?" Maggie wondered, eyes down cast.

"Yeah, I meant it," he replied. "Sure, I'm busy right now and can't go, but once things calm down. I want to take you to London."

"Really! For real, you really mean it?" she exclaimed. Tipping up on her toes and leaning closer to Hadrian.

"I promise, "Hadrian said, smile dancing on the corner of his lips. "But it won't be for long, two days max, okay?"

"Okay?" Maggie said, voice filled with excitement. "Yes, definitely okay. Us going to London. To the big shops and lots of cars and so many things. There will be people everywhere and big hotels. Yes, Yes! I can't wait. I'll work hard, so that when we go I can have saved some money from working with auntie that I can use to buy something."

Maggie prattled on. Hadrian hummed agreements now and then, but for the most part let her be. He helped her carry the pots and left her at a big shop that her aunt was caring for.

After that he headed for a small market that could be found to the south of town. Fresh vegetables could be seen everywhere, even milk. Hadrian picked up something light and meaty, before heading back home.

Stepping through his door he was met with the heavy stare of an angry wolf. Low growl loud in the small apartment.

Hadrian for his part laughed nervously and held up the bag of food in hopes of placating the wolf.

Yale transformed back, arms crossed and looked down at Hadrian in a very judging way. "You know I can't follow after you here. Yet, you leave me alone in this small little place. I was this close to going out there." Fingers but a few centimeters apart as he leaned over Hadrian. The growl still very much rumbling in the back of his throat as he snatched the bag out of Hadrian's arms. "Can you image the look of surprise on their faces. Ah-ha, should I have gone as a wolf or a human? Which would have been more fun?"

"I came carrying food. That should be reconciliation enough," Hadrian grumbled.

"Oh, should it?"

"You're being pitiful."

The man laughed, dumping the bag on the bed before reaching out to grab Hadrian, pulling him onto the bed with him.

"Ugh, what are you doing?" Hadrian growled out, struggling against the grasp.

"Morning snuggles," Yale said, ignoring Hadrian as he rummaged in the bag to pull out some dried meat. "Oh, is this sheep. Haven't had that in forever."

"I'm glad you like it. Let me go."

"You're unusually sour today," the wolf commented. "Have you had a change of heart and decided you don't like snuggles."

"I like them well enough when you aren't in human form."

"Who's being pitiful now."

Once Yale was done eating, Hadrian made a break for it to the bathroom; cleaning up and getting ready for the day. They had decided to head to the Malfoys earlier today. So, once they were both ready they set of for the manor.

The Malfoy ward still had the same slimy feel to it, that left Yale shuddering and filled with disgust upon crossing it, but other than that they were greeted neutrally enough. The small house elf Pippi having taken a liking to them and took it upon herself to show them about. Gushing them with tea and small cakes.

After the morning tea, Abraxas led Hadrian back to the same room as the previous day. The man waving his wand and muttering under his breath as he conjured picture upon picture. Hadrian just sighed and tried remembering who was who.

The day was long, by late afternoon they stopped for a rich lunch. It was taken in the gardens, and Lady Malfoy had decided to honor them with her presence.

She was tall, light hair and honey colored eyes. Her manner was strict and rigid, and clothing immaculate. She greeted both Hadrian and Yale happily, curtsying. Her manner told Hadrian all he needed to know, and he sent a confused look towards the Malfoy lord.

Other than that, the lady's manner was much like Eileen's. Difficult to grasp at first, but once you realized her cold attitude was but a front it was easy enough to get close to her. Lady Malfoy spoke curtly and withheld a great deal of information. She played with her words well and Hadrian soon gave up trying to understand what her current view on anything actually was. Yale remained quiet, eating on the meat happily.

"So," Hadrian started once the lady had left, "why haven't you told her about the Lupi Caelo?"

"Tell me Hadrian, what do you think would happen if I did so?" Abraxas stood up smoothly, crossing the small dinning area to stand facing out towards his very much blooming garden.

Hadrian too pushed up on his feet, though remained close to the table, staring down at the remaining table wear. "She's your wife, aren't you supposed to be able to trust her with information like that."

"I trust her. However, as I mentioned previously, magical creatures are currently a rather heated debate in politics. I feel that right now is not the time to mention it to her. Best she talks to them without fear clouding her first judgement. Who knows maybe she'll take a liking to them. After that things will be easier."

"What will you do if she can't accept it?" Hadrian wondered.

"Not much can be done in that case. She'll most likely ignore me for a while, but in the end the hatred will likely be piled on you," the lord said, turning his head about to stare Hadrian down from over the rim of his tea cup.

"Wow, way to push the blame on someone else. Where did the friendship go that you seem to have wanted to build?"

"It is nothing but the truth, Hadrian, and the truth, rarely has to do with personal feelings. Come let us continue."

Yale was once again left with Pippi in the gardens.

—V—V—

For the next week, their route continued so. Hadrian would either spend breakfast with the shoemaker or have it in his rooms with Yale. After which the two would make their way to the Malfoy manor. Only once during that week did Hadrian meet with Eileen. She laughed when he told her that he had Yale stashed away in his room.

"Oh, I can imagine how much he must be sulking. He's used to running around freely, isn't he?" she had commented. Other than that, they spoke of nothing special, simply basking in each other's presence. Now and then going over the manor layout, as Eileen was drawing up the required paperwork that would need to be handed in to the ministry of magic.

After the last day at Malfoy manor, Hadrian and Yale Apparated back to the rest of the pack. This time instead of accidentally running into one of his pack members, Yale offered to carry him.

They ran through the darkening forest, following the wolf's much trusted senses.

The pack had moved on towards the northern part of the sanctuary, and were found lazing around on some rocks; none made a move to greet them. Hadrian huffed at that. Slinking off towards Immith to sulk.

She welcomed him happily enough, though sniffed at him somewhat unhappily.

"What? Don't tell me I smell," he said. Pressing in close to warm fur, slightly wet from the thick humidity that hung in the air. The moment he was comfortable a wet raspy tongue was dragged over his dark hair. "I take that as a confirmation that apparently I do."

Hadrian was used enough to being groomed that he leaned back and tried to enjoy it. Feeling more sticky than actually clean.

"Preparations done?" Gerald asked, coming up to join them on the flat rock they laid on.

"Yup. Now it's just wait for the day."

"You don't sound nervous like usual," the alpha commented.

"That's cause I'm tired. So tired, I don't care. Do you have any idea how many names I've had to memorize during these last couple of days? Hundreds!" Hadrian exclaimed, sitting up slightly. "Anymore and I won't be able to go on."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Eileen will be with you after all. I'm sure she will be of great help." The man's body shuddered lightly before an auburn wolf stood before the duo. Gerald shook out his fur before settling on the other side of Hadrian and joined in on the grooming.

"No," the wizard complained, trying to hide his face in Immith's fur. "No more grooming. I'm clean, I swear."

—V—V—

The day of the ball dawned with red skies.

If Hadrian was a seer, he was certain he would have had a bad premonition.

Eileen and Hadrian had breakfast as usual. They took a light stroll through town and enjoyed the feeling of the autumn breeze.

"Are you ready?" Hadrian asked.

"Ready. Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Eileen commented back. "You're the one being welcomed back into the wizarding society, not me."

"Yes, but it will also be your first formal time back as well. Many will be having a great deal of questions for you."

"That may be so. All which I am certain I can deal with. Nothing new. I just have to remember old etiquettes," she said off handedly.

"Do you think anyone from your family will be there?" he wondered, feeling nervous for her at the thought.

"Wouldn't that be interesting." Eileen's eyes were warm and she sent out her magic to brush gently against his. An intimate feel that had taken him a while to get used to. Most witches and wizards kept their magic on a tight lid, rarely letting it slip out and actually graze someone. Eileen was different like that and Hadrian loved it. He soaked up each and every touch, and sometimes ran his own magic against hers. Feeling like something deep in his chest was unwinding and like hidden cracks were being found and filled.

After breakfast they promised each other that they would meet just on the skirt of the woods by twilight. They would be under Concealment charms, so they had agreed to place a small light rune on one of the larger rocks to let the other know they were there. From there they would head to Malfoy manor together to use the floo.

Of course, Hadrian had yet to announce Eileen's appearance, however, she promised that that wouldn't be a problem. Apparently, it was normal for prominent families to hold a small gathering at one of their manors before they moved on to the bigger event. If that was true, that meant Malfoy manor would be filled with wizards and witches tonight, and Eileen's appearance wouldn't be a problem.

As night neared Hadrian stood in front of his conjured mirror staring into his reflection. He tugged at the high collared robe. It was dark green with wide sleeves and drawn tight to his body with a black ribbon that worked its way down his side under his left arm. The breeches underneath was tight; colored black and green as well. High leather boots decorated his feet and shins. And what couldn't be seen was small runic script sown in by Hadrian's own hand into the inner part of the fabric of both pants and robe. The runes protected him against a wide variety of spells and curses. It would take a great deal of magic for someone to tear or destroy his clothing, and any light charms such as Confundus or Stupefy would easily be repealed. Hadrian was taking no chances tonight.

If a fight broke out, he was certain to come out on top.

With one last look at himself and his supposedly styled hair, Hadrian made his way out. The Concealment charm coming up easily. Covering him like the feeling of cold yolk.

Eileen was already there when he came, her beautifully decorated rune lit up the large rock nicely.

He walked up to the rock and tapped it with his finger, letting his magic run free and light up the rock in greenish colors. He was able to make out Eileen's laughter to his right side.

"Will you join me by the rock?" he wondered.

The reply came with that of a soft hand finding the sleeve of his arm. "I'm ready. Shall we go."

It had been less than a week since Hadrian last stepped foot onto Malfoy property, but the place couldn't have been more different. The manor was lit up, bright and colorful. Music could be heard even from the iron gates. Witches and wizards were milling about on the property. Taking strolls through the front gardens and chatting in small groups.

No one took notice of them.

They stepped through, making sure to let the charm fade away and made their way up to the large doors that stood wide open.

"Don't you just look lovely," Eileen commented, bright laughter filling the air.

Hadrian swallowed down his embarrassment and looked over at her by his side. Her dress was a darker color, slim all the way down to her legs. Dark heels that put her level with Hadrian, and a light shawl draped decoratively over slim shoulders. Her hair was pinned beautifully in place. The end of the pin Hadrian had given her just sticking out enough to be noticeable. She had applied heavier makeup than Hadrian had ever seen her in before. Her eyes smoldering dark under it and lips red and curved up in amusement at Hadrian's scrutiny.

"Do I meet your approval."

"I—ugh, yes," he answered undignifiedly. "You look really good. Stunningly so."

"Thank you. You too. Most dapper looking."

Upon entering, the first one Hadrian notice was the lady Malfoy. She was charming her guests, her clothing and manner completely mesmerizing. She glowed in the light. Light hair curled, and fine jewelry could be seen woven through it. Her dress a form fitting light blue. Sleeves short and tight around the middle, flaring out wide at the bottom. Hadrian was just able to make out the same colored heels that adorned her feet.

When she looked over her eyes went wide at the two of them.

The look of surprise startling enough for Hadrian to look down at himself before looking over at Eileen with a worried expression.

"Lord Slytherin and Lady Prince, welcome to Malfoy manor," Lady Malfoy said with a deep curtsy.

"We are honored to be here," Eileen answered, her voice light, almost airy. They both had just enough time to return the lady's greeting before the previous guests Lady Malfoy had been talking to came up to them.

"It is unusual to see new faces, fine Lady Malfoy, why don't you introduce us," the man to the far left said.

Hadrian took that as his cue to talk. "There will be no need for that Lord Barton," he began, glad for Abraxas' insistent need to remember faces. "This lovely lady is the future Lady Eileen Prince." The look on their faces was a great enjoyment to see. The group of four gushing over Eileen, trying to hide their surprise. Not so dignified any longer.

"We had heard rumors of your sighting in Diagon Alley, however it had been difficult to confirm. We are glad to see you back." This time it was Lord Barton's wife who spoke. "I believe the rumors spoke of there being a lord with you…?" she ended hesitantly.

Hadrian offered a thin smile. "Hadrian Slytherin at your service."

This time the accompanying gasp could be heard passed the four in front of him. It looks as if they had managed to gather quite the audience.

The word "Lord Slytherin" could be heard going up all around them.

Lady Malfoy probably already prepared for this, easily showed them out of the foyer and into the open sun room. Though it was dark, the room was brightly lit, all large windows thrown wide open to allow the gentle autumn breeze in.

Their hostess for the time being left them in comfortable chairs with a glass of something closely resembling wine. They were, of course, also accompanied by a large group of curious purebloods.

Those that could find seats found one, others milled about close enough to be able to hear the conversation that would ensue.

"It has been a long time since I was able to partake in such an event as tonight. The Malfoy manor truly is spectacular. If this is the fore party I certainly look forward to what is to come tonight," Eileen began, smoothly sliding in among the other witches and wizards in the room.

Hadrian was just happy that the eyes had been diverted from him to Eileen.

"We are all greatly happy to have the Prince heiress back in England. Where is it that you've been all these years?"

"Oh, I went to distant relatives in St. Petersburg. The war had laid waste to a great deal of the wizarding town there, and they needed help. I have done a great deal of studying with warding as well as minor healing, and I felt that I would best serve my family there," Eileen told them. Hadrian just listened, wanting to lean over and ask if that was in some way true or not, but kept his tongue. He knew of the devastation that not only Grindelwald's war had had on wizarding Europe, but also the great war held by muggles. Their bombs easily finding their way passed wizarding barriers and wards. It had not been an easy sight to see even years after the war was done.

"And how about you, Lord Slytherin, where have you been residing up until now?" While Hadrian had been spacing out the conversation had once again turned back to him.

"Here and there. I am what one might call a traveler. From the far east to the deep south, I have made my way around the world."

The ladies in the audience awed as if he was telling a tale. The feeling of being out of place was quickly bubbling up. Part of him felt as if his scare was once again stark on his forehead.

"And what wizarding school did you attend?" It was the lord Barton again. Hadrian wasn't sure if he liked him or not yet. He had shrewd eyes and Abraxas had warned him a little about him.

"None, Lord Barton. I was home-schooled by my uncle." This was something they'd gone over before, Eileen and him. His back-ground story would be unimpressive, but some way or another he would have to persuade them that he was rightfully fit to be Lord Slytherin.

"Home-schooled?" another man said, and if Hadrian remembered correctly his name was Aydin Wrights, not a lord, but definitely the son of one.

"Yes." His voice came out smooth even though his heart had quickly picked up speed.

Quiet murmurs were going up around them again. "Does that mean you sat your OWL's and NEWT's at the Ministry?"

"I haven't taken them," he replied, past irritations coming forth. After all he had taken them and passed, sadly that was a different lifetime and for the most part a different him.

"That your uncle could be so reckless," came a shout of displeasure from somewhere in the room.

"It was my decision. I felt the tests were unnecessary," he said, feeling righteous anger at his none existing uncle.

Lord Barton who also had claimed a chair leaned forward on his arms. "You feel the tests are unnecessary?"

"I feel they are very generalized. There was no need for me to prove my skills in any of those subjects."

"And how will you do in regards to future work?"

"I think I've been doing just fine up until now. There is no need to sit any exams for me to continue with what I have been doing?" The other lord seemed displeased with this. Dark eyes narrowed and his magic could be felt moving agitatedly around him.

"Work fit for a lord," Lord Barton said.

Hadrian himself let his magic flare; letting it fill the room and intentionally brushing up against everyone in it. The release of it lit up his green eyes, making them stand out bright and piercing in a seemingly darker room. "Oh, I think I am more than adequate enough to judge what is decent work for a lord, don't you think so, Lord Barton?"

The man's previous display of magic had stopped, and his face had become more ashen. The room silent; all eyes on Hadrian.

No answer was forthcoming. It would seem the topic had been dropped. Cowards, Hadrian though as he drew his magic in, but left it sitting just under his skin. Warm and just there.

His previous smile had turned strained, and if he had to guess, a touch cold as he leaned forward and stood in one smooth movement. "Isn't that enough of this sort of conversation. I am sure we will have many opportunities in the future to talk more. Eileen, will you join me on a stroll?"

His offered hand was quickly caught in hers. "Of course, the air in here has become stuffy."

He pulled her with him gently, before she linked their arms; leaning in close to his side.

"No previous education," she said quietly to him, a wide smile stretched out on her lips.

"Shall I show you what I can do with that none existent education?" he answered just as quietly. They laughed to themselves as they moved out to large open gardens. Letting their distain for the others fill them with humor.

The stroll was nice, most people outside seemed to wish to keep to themselves, so they remained unbothered.

At least for a little while.

"I should say nicely handled, but I'm partially certain the conclusion it came to only happened because you scared half the lord and ladies with that display of magic." Abraxas voice came floating out at them from one of the darker walkways. "I could feel it from the atrium."

"Lord Malfoy, have you come to join us?" Eileen wondered.

"Came to make certain no ill harm had befallen anyone in my residence."

The man was dressed in a form fitting fine silvery robe, dark decorative borders layered over it and short cloak covered his shoulders and upper arms.

"I wouldn't have harmed anyone," Hadrian defended.

"And it wasn't your ill intent I worried about either," the lord quickly replied, silver eyes lingering on Eileen. "It has been many years since you and I last met. You seem well."

Eileen's curtsy was fluent. "I am. You also seem to be doing well. During my short time back, I've heard a great deal of chatter about you around Diagon Alley."

"Oh, good news I hope."

"Most excellent."

"Will the two of you join me, I am most curious as to why the two of you are together?" Abraxas said, showing the way to a small stone lined gazebo.

Hadrian hesitated. "Out here?"

"Where do you think you are, my wards against spies is one of the best in all of wizarding Britain."

Upon being seated more wine was served, and for a while nothing was said.

"I returned to Britain just over a year ago," Hadrian began. "My pack and I settled down after a while in a small place in Scotland. It was quiet and far enough away from anything that we remained unbothered."

Eileen startled as he spoke, sitting up straighter. "He knows?" she asked with wide eyes directed at Hadrian.

Abraxas chuckled lightly. "Oh, Hadrian and I have quite the history."

"Don't say it like that," Hadrian chastised.

"I didn't think you actually had contact with anyone in the wizarding world," Eileen said.

Hadrian nodded solemnly to himself, hands wringing together in a nervous gesture. "I didn't actually have contact with anyone. Abraxas and I happened to meet during the great clean up that was taking place towards the end of Grindelwald's war."

"Clean up? The one taking place in Central Europe?"

Abraxas was the one to answer this time, posture relaxed as he took a slow sip of his wine. "That's right. I had been commissioned by the British Ministry of Magic in a show of support. I stumbled upon Hadrian on the French and Swiss border."

"I see…" Eileen said quietly, not questioning why Hadrian had been on the French and Swiss border. "Is that why you offered to help Hadrian settle back into society?"

"Yes and no. Our past experience with each other certainly made me more inclined to helping; however, for the most part it was rather selfish of me."

Hadrian's head cocked at that. "What do you mean selfish?"

"Well, let's just say I have high expectations of you from here on out."

Eileen laughed at that. "Don't we all."

"Great, now I have two people scheming behind my back." His hand flittered nervously up towards his hairline before falling back into his lap as he remembered there was nothing to hide.

"Let us not talk of that, what I want to know is how you two met?"

Hadrian swallowed, looking over at Eileen for help.

She herself seemed hesitant as she spoke, "Hadrian was traveling through the area I've been living at close to Yule. Rather coincidental."

"That seems to be how it goes when it comes to Hadrian," Abraxas agreed. "So, I will take it you live in a muggle village as Hadrian here wouldn't be caught dead stepping into any wizarding ones."

Eileen flinched at his words, her back straightening as she gathered herself. "And if that is so?"

"I'm a curious being, that is all. I have no interest in shedding you in a bad light. Your mother would be most displeased," Abraxas said, hands held up.

"My mother?"

"She is on rather good terms with my father, though to tell the truth I don't know why. That old man is a hard one to read." His eyes narrowed and turned cold as they looked out over the tall plants and flowers.

"Then the two must fit each other perfectly," Eileen replied. "Shrewdness is a term created to describe my mother after all."

Hadrian just stared at the two purebloods, who had strained looks on their faces from discussing their parents.

Must be hard having relatives, Hadrian thought.

In the end, he just ended up chuckling lightly to himself as their forlorn silence drew on.

—V—V—

Night drew quickly on and it was time for them to leave for the ball at Glasgow.

Unlike the Slytherin manor, this place was entirely inside. From the moment they stepped out of the floo in a huge open vaulted room, they were surrounded by people.

It was loud. Not everyone at this ball as high class as those that could be found at Malfoy manor. Here there were all kinds of witches and wizards, all in different colored robes and dresses. Hats decorated most people's heads and it made it hard to spot any familiar faces.

Eileen and Hadrian drew themselves out of the crowded rooms and sought the openness of the main ballroom.

People touched upon them here, stares open and curious. There was no hiding against prying eyes.

A young lady about the same height as Hadrian stepped in front of their path. Brown hair wild and which fell in thick tangles down her back and over her shoulders. She smelled strongly of perfume and she leaned in close to his face, eyes steadily held on his.

"Amelia Krefeld," she said as a greeting.

Hadrian just leaned back taking Eileen with him. "Nice to meet you, Amelia. What can we do for you tonight?"

The smile on her face was Cheshire like. "Oh, how about a drink or five? You're a new face." Eyes swiveling to Eileen. "So is she. She can join too."

"That is nice of you Amelia; however, we must decline," Eileen answered. "We've just got here, and we have many people to greet."

"Oh, if you need greeting I know most. How about I introduce you?" The young female grasped at Hadrian's arm trying to tug him in a random direction. He held fast.

"That is most kind of you, though I believe we can do that on our own. We are after all not as new as you seem to think we are," Hadrian said.

The young lady stopped, eyes taking them in. "Name?"

"I'm sure you will be able to figure that out before the night's end," he answered, gently prying her hand off him and quickly moving into the crowd around them. "You think we'll have more of that?" he asked Eileen.

"Difficult to tell."

"Maybe we could have dealt with that better."

"It's a learning experience," Eileen laughed out. "Oh, a familiar face. Let's get our first formal introductions over with. The woman over there her name is Janet Griffon, we went to school together. Let's go surprise her." Eileen looked excited, she pulled on Hadrian's arm as she steered them through the crowd.

"Janet Griffon, how many years has it been? You seem to be doing well," Eileen opened with, pushing her way into their little circle.

Janet for her part stared at the two of them surprised, head tilted slightly to the side. "Eileen Prince?"

"That would be me," Eileen said.

"Wah! You've changed. You've grown," Janet exclaimed. "Of course, all in a good way. Merlin, it must be close to a decade. I thought we would never see you back." The other female crowded in on Eileen, hands grasping the gown sleeves and inspecting her face. "Have you been well?"

"Yes, thank you. How about you?"

"Oh, I've been absolutely lovely. You've got to meet the gang." With that said Janet quickly babbled off everyone's name. Hands gesturing enthusiastically.

It seemed everyone in this circle was single, for that Hadrian was glad. There was something awkward about being introduced to a spouse that Hadrian couldn't for the life of him shake off.

After everyone seemed to have had a word or another with Eileen, Janet's eyes turned to Hadrian where he stood a little back. She leaned around Eileen as she took him in, studying him with wide curious eyes. "And who would this be? A secret engagement?"

Eileen and Hadrian both quickly shook their heads, laughing awkwardly in the silence that had befallen them. Hands waving rather frantically in the front.

Pushing down the blush that wanted to rise, Hadrian stepped forward to stand next to Eileen. Reaching out to take a hold of Janet's gloved hand. "Hadrian Slytherin. It is nice to meet you all."

The look on everyone's face was far more priceless than that of the lord and ladies back at Malfoy manor. Some even jerked on the spot as if they wished to put ground between them. A reaction Hadrian wasn't certain he should take as a good thing or not. It felt rather insulting after all.

"I—Ugh, hi," Janet begun. "I mean—Janet Griffon," she managed to say, finishing it off with a clumsy dip; not at all as gracious as Eileen. "Okay, wow." Her friends seemed to be having the same kind of reaction. They too introduced themselves one more time, far too formal compared to how they had previously been acting.

"There is no need for the formality all of a sudden. Eileen and I are friends."

"Even if you say so," a young man started, "the name Slytherin isn't one you hear often. We are honored to meet you."

The small group of friends were a very genuine bunch. After the first startled reaction they calmed some and the conversation smoothed and became rather enjoyable. Happy to please, and easy to befriend. The time Hadrian and Eileen spent with them was far longer than what they had planned. They soaked in the excitement around them before they moved on.

Stumbling into all kinds of small groups of people for what they hoped would be a quick introduction; that usually ended closer to that of an interrogation.

The night was closing in to 9, when Hadrian felt it.

The magic surged up around him, enveloping him and forcing him to a stop.

Someone—who? Hadrian thought, panicked, heart pounding thick and heavy in his chest.

The magical hold on him lasted only a second, melting away just as quickly; leaving him feeling cold.

He twisted on the spot, trying to see through the throng of bodies. To catch a glimpse at who it could have been.

None seemed to be the one he was looking for. He dropped his gaze to the ground in frustration; wanting to disperse is magic to seek out the person, but if he did so it would cause a great uproar among the guests.

"What's wrong, Hadrian?" Eileen queried. Warm hand settling on his upper arm.

"Someone's magic. Strong. Did you feel it, Eileen?"

"Feel what? Magic?" she wondered. "We are at a wizarding ball, there is magic everywhere. Even the wine was produced by it."

Shaking his head, he continued letting his eyes wander around the room. Taking in the calm crowds. No one had reacted, just him. Why? He wondered, it hadn't been long enough for an attack. Someone strong enough to single him out in a room this crowded. It filled his mouth with a bad taste.

"No, something stronger. It sought me out."

Eileen looked uncertain. "Are you sure? Today is a big day for you, maybe you're just feeling stressed and are overthinking it."

Hadrian didn't like thinking that his sixth sense for trouble would have deteriorated that much during the last couple of years. The feeling couldn't have been anything but real. Someone had personally sought him out. The only question is: For what purpose?

"Maybe," he agreed, though his eyes remained sharp.

As the clock hit 9, the room fell dark and the chatter came to a stop.

A loud voice spoke out in the darkness and the ceiling lit up in gold, bright and powerful, but not so much that one had to shield their eyes. The gold glittered brightly, weaving together to create ropes of light that dangled down towards the audience and the dark ceiling above seemed to fall away; to suddenly, give an unbridled view of the milky way.

Gasps of appreciation could be heard all around. People fixed in their spots taking in the magical show unfolding before them.

Next was the floor, which lit up in a cool blue tone, forming elaborate crystals that moved beneath each person. As they expanded and grew, they would melt together and form a new and much bigger one. Then it was gone, replaced with dark grass, and Hadrian swore he could feel his feet sinking into the soft earth beneath him.

The display continued, lightning up and darkening the room as it moved about them: Over ceiling, wall and floor. There was nothing that wasn't being covered.

Hadrian was slightly impressed with the control that must have been needed to pull of such a display. It was not the sort one learnt at school, and to have it flow so seamlessly through the room must have taken much practice.

By the end, everyone's gaze was fixed on a high podium that had been produced in the middle. A tall man stood upon it; rigid wizarding hat on his head and arms wide outstretched by his sides.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," his voice boomed, "welcome to the grand ball of the Harvester Feast. Today, do we have a show for you, and not just a show—a speech as well! Not just any speech, for today is a special day for wizarding Britain. We are welcoming back an old and ancient family into our circle. So, don't go anywhere, stick around. Drink. Enjoy, and let's get tonight's show on!"

The room filled with applauds. The roar of voices going up and music too filled the room, quickly drowning out people's voices.

Quirking a brow, Hadrian turned back to the lady next to him. "Way to work up the audience."

"You have to agree though, it does get one excited." Eileen's dark eyes reflected the continuous light show going on around them.

"I'm the one giving the speech, Eileen," he grumbled. Glaring at the podium which was now empty. He would make his debut there. Something that would turn eyes; let the world know the Slytherin line was back. The thought itself made him want to flee the room. He hated attention.

"You'll do great."

Hadrian turned to look at Eileen, whose dark eyes were fixed on the ceiling that still showed the milky way. "How are you holding up? Found any relatives yet?"

She smiled and smacked him gently. "No. Less commotion than I thought. Maybe it's because you always introduce yourself. Even now they stare at us. Do you see the jealousy in their eyes?"

"Why would they be jealous?" Hadrian wondered, also looking about more closely.

"Because you are the Slytherin lord; here to open up all the hidden secrets that your past ancestors hid away."

"I'm not sure I even know those secrets," he said.

"It's not about whether you know it or not. It's their belief, and here I am right next to you. They must believe my ear are filled with secrets by this point," Eileen chuckled out darkly.

"It wouldn't surprise me if they were," came Abraxas voice from behind them.

"Oh, has the Malfoy lord finally decided to join us," Eileen commented happily, linking her other arm with Abraxas.

The man let himself be pulled closer dignifiedly enough. "Someone has had too much wine."

Hadrian couldn't agree more.

Abraxas turned to Hadrian and asked, "are you enjoying your first ball?"

"Some people speak to me too formally other people jump out and touch me. I'm not certain what to make of it."

"Well, you seem to be holding your own well enough. Are you ready for your speech?"

"Yes." At this Hadrian was certain. He would captivate this audience's eye. He would show them what a true lord could do; then he would go back into his hiding. Far away from these people.

At least that was his goal.

When the time neared, Abraxas straighten himself out and smoothed down unwrinkled clothing. His half-finished glass of wine disappearing. "Will you join me up onto the podium?" he asked Hadrian.

Hadrian shook his head, staring out into the crowd. "I will find my own way up."

The pleased smirk on the other lord's face said he had made the right decision. "I will see you there then." With that the man was gone, swallowed up by the dancing masses.

Just as previously, a new light show began that ended with all eyes on the small stage.

This time Abraxas was the only one up there, and his form was greeted with loud applause.

"I'm honored tonight to welcome a very special guest to everyone here. It is seldom such occasion comes forth, and less so that I get to stand here and bring it to you," Abraxas said, voice echoing with magic throughout the huge room. "I'm certain you've all been waiting patiently for who it is, so, let us wait no longer."

The room fell deathly silent. Hadrian took that as his cue to gather his magic, he would have to time it right.

"I give you Hadrian, Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin!"

As the words left the other lords lips, bright blue crystals exploded out of Hadrian. All but a few centimeters in diameter, that glinted and caught the light just so. The small crystals gathering close like a mirror behind him. And just as all eyes turned to him, he stepped back. Vanishing.

The crystals shattering before forming thin fine ice that cooled the breath of the witches and wizards that had stood close by, and a new set formed on stage.

With in the span of a second, Hadrian stood once again before everyone, this time on the podium.

With a dramatic sweep of his hand the remaining crystals flew into the air, and with a bright flash turned to snow.

Everyone ah'ed and oh'ed, and Hadrian was much pleased with the results.

He bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lord Malfoy. It is an honor to be here."

"You dazzle us with your display of magic," Abraxas said, eyes bright with amusement.

"Ah, it is but a light trick. The snow has already stopped."

"It will certainly be remembered."

Hadrian gathered himself and whispered a light Sonorous under his breath. "I've had the honor to greet many of you here tonight, some however, I've not been able to meet just yet. Few of you might know, but I have spent a great deal of my life traveling. Now, however, I've finally decided to come back. To resettle in Britain."

His speech went on, mostly pre-decided words of thanks that Abraxas had forced him to remember. He even made a show of appreciation in regards to the Harvester feast and promised to return. None were words he truly cared for.

He ended the speech with a promise to stick around, this was one part he hadn't been allowed to get out off. Abraxas and Eileen had both been adamant he continued showing his face for the rest of the night.

When he finished, Abraxas shook his hand and leaned in to whisper a quick, "well done, Lord Slytherin. I think you stole the show."

The two of them made it off the podium, but no further. The crowd moved in. Previously uninterested people suddenly had found a huge interest in him. His display in magical teleportation was most praised. Some even commenting on the pure beauty of the snow he had created.

All in all, Hadrian just wanted to disappear. He felt bashful, and his smile was straining on the edges.

As the crowds thinned, he felt a familiar women touch upon his arm. The name felt like it was just at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't recall it.

"I've figured out who you are now," she said, pressing in close to him.

Right, Amelia, he remembered all of a sudden.

"I'm glad," he answered, pushing her away gently by the shoulder.

Her face was redder than previously. She must have been drinking a great deal since he first saw her. "The offer for a drink is still up," she said.

Hadrian just sighed and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. "Thank you, but I must decline."

"Because you're a lord?"

"No, because you are drunk," he corrected. "If you wish to discuss things with me at a later date, I'm sure that can be arranged, as it is now, you look like you will keel over. So, either go home or find a place to sleep."

The women's laughter wasn't as kind nor pure as most others, "And where shall I find that?"

Right, this was outside of Hadrian's ball park. He didn't deal with drunk people, specially girls who wanted more from him than he was willing to give."

"Ah, Miss Krefeld, how has work been?" Abraxas asked as he came sidling up to them. His presence felt larger than life all of a sudden as if he had a grown a few centimeters worth in the span of a moment. He toward over the young lady. Eyes cool and face but a pleasant mask.

Hadrian narrowed his own eyes in thought, taking in Amerlia's flinch and the way her eyes dragged over him one last time before she backed away hastily.

"Very well, thank you for your concern, Lord Malfoy." With that she was gone, slight height swallowed easily by the crowd.

Hadrian raised his brow at Abraxas. "Her work?"

"She sells information about purebloods of all statuses. Most displeasing business," the lord said in reply. Two long, thin glasses appearing in his hand as he handed one over to him.

Hadrian wrinkled his nose at the strong smell. "The Ministry allows this?"

"Until concrete evidence can be found, she's free to do as she wishes. Though, I'd keep an eye on her. She can be sneaky in her search for information."

Nodding Hadrian headed out away from the main floor. "Thanks, I'll take that advice to heart."

"Going home?"

"No, just finding some place quiet."

He heard Abraxas laugh behind him. "That will be difficult."

After that, Hadrian pushed away curious faces and slunk away from grasping arms. He had lost Eileen a long time ago.

Continuing through the throng, he felt the familiar prickle of the magic that had surged up around him earlier. He stopped in his tracks, casting about for where it was coming from.

Hurrying out of the ballroom and down a long stretch of corridors. Slinking past couples and other groups of people that seemed to have gone in search of quieter areas as well.

The magic grew stronger, and yet no one reacted.

Why? Hadrian wondered. His own magic tingling under his skin, agitated. Who is doing this?

He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. The only one closed in the whole place.

"I should go back," he said quietly to himself, looking over his shoulder. He had moved deep into the building.

Curiosity won in the end, and the door creaked open. The room sparsely lit. It seemed to be a sitting room, nothing much of importance could be seen from the hall. So, with a determined breath Hadrian made his way in.

No one was there. It stood empty, except for the continued feel of magic that was pushing in around him.

Hadrian turned slowly, uncertain eyes taking in the place. His own magic bubbling up to the surface, hesitant.

"Do you remember me, I wonder?" a deep baritone voice asked, echoing through the stony room.

Hadrian jumped, turning to look around. "Where?" was the only thing that left his lips. Heart fast against his ribcage.

"I've been watching you tonight. A fine speech, Lord Slytherin."

"Who are you? Show yourself?" he shouted, wand appearing in his hand. His body was tight and coiled, ready for a fight, practically waiting for it.

The magic that had been circulating the room condensed, pushing up sharp and heavy against him. He gasped out, wand hand twitching as he tried to push his own magic out to meet it. It was a useless endeavor, as it just pushed back harder. It was rare that something could stand up against him; it made his reaction time slow in surprise.

In the far edge of the room a shadow form was appearing. Hadrian flinched and hurriedly backed away, hearing the door close with a heavy bang.

"The name Slytherin has held a great deal of meaning to me in my life. You've no idea how I've strived for it," the voice continued.

"Protego!" Hadrian shouted, a blue shield coming to life around him.

He breathed deeply with his newfound freedom, eyes tracking around the room. Searching out the presence he felt so keenly. The form he had seen earlier had melted away, but now the room laid dark, lit only by his magical shield.

Chuckling sounds raised the hairs along his nape and arms.

"Your strife is none of my problem," he growled. "The name Slytherin is not something you can gain by killing me either."

Cold chuckling. Something familiar. Something that rose forgotten memories in Hadrian. "Oh, I have no interest in killing you."

"Than what is this, if not an attempt on my life?"

"If I was interested in your life, I hardly think you would have stood a chance. Yet, there you are, hidden behind your shield." The words were said with such banter that Hadrian grounded his teeth together in anger.

"Revelio," Hadrian said, sweeping his wand wide out in front of him. Nothing happened. The man remained elusive. "Stop hiding, show yourself!"

"So, quick tempered. Last we saws you were much more cooperative. Though, only by a little."

Another spell came to Hadrian's lips, his shield thickening some and flares of pink shot out around the room; lighting the darkened corners.

Like black mist the man materialized in front of him. Slow steps moving closer to where Hadrian stood.

"I think I would have remembered had we previously met," Hadrian said, feet planted and both hands raised to hold his shield erect.

The man's continued chuckle reverberated around the room. He stopped by the shield, laying a long-fingered hand against it. "You were rather disposed of at that time."

A chill went through him at those words. "Who are you?"

"I'm saddened that you don't remember me," the man said, and slowly the darkness receded, showing a tall man in a rich dress robe. Short brown hair combed back and sharp grayish eyes that held Hadrian in place. "Though, you might have heard of me. Most call me Tom Riddle."

Hadrian's breath stuttered in his throat and he stumbled back a few steps, back hitting against cold stone. Voldemort! His mind screamed.

"Why did you seek me out today?" Hadrian managed between panicked breaths, hands shaking uncontrollably.

The tall man's head tilted some as he took Hadrian in. His steps quickly filling the space Hadrian had made between them. "As I said, the name Slytherin has always been of great interest to me."

"That is not good enough reason for me to believe you would lure me to an abandoned room."

"Lure? I'd hardly call it that," the man said, crowding in close to the magical shield. There was no wand in the other man's grasp. He stood outside of Hadrian's Protego, unbothered and relaxed. "Did it bother you, not knowing why others around you weren't reacting?"

Hadrian's teeth clenched, a Stupefy just on the tip of his tongue.

"Shall I tell you? It's a rather simple spell, if one has the other's magical signature," the man explained.

A horrified feeling welled up in him. "You have my magical signature?"

"That's right. Four years ago, I was given a request to make a cure. Abraxas was most distraught, he begged for my help."

The shield shuddered lightly.

"He'd picked up something rather interesting in Central Europe," he said, eyes cold, but not the hate filled red ones of Voldemort. "Imagine my surprise upon seeing the last remaining heir of the Slytherin line dying. Your magic back then was practically black with malice. Core cracking with the pressure of trying to retain it. It is a miracle you even survived."

Shaking his head, Hadrian pressed closer to the wall, eyes closing. "You were there. You saw me."

"I did more than see you, I cured you." The man pressed forward more, hands against the shield, and just like that it popped. Blue remnants of magic scattering out around them.

"Diffindo," Hadrian called out. A thin strip of blood on the other man's cheek the only show of his endeavour.

Riddle swiped at the thin cut; leaving healed skin in its wake. "I never would have imagined that this would be what your magic was like without the curse," the man said, pleased as a cool smile glid into place. "The others might have needed proof of your inheritance, but I could feel it. The moment you stepped into these halls, I knew."

"What do you want?" Hadrian tried again, shaken.

"I'm simply interested in you, nothing more and nothing else." Long-fingered hands reached up to lay warm hands against Hadrian's cheeks. Panicked eyes meeting cool grey.

"I'm just Hadrian, no one interesting."

A warm chuckle that Hadrian could feel through the hands on his face and down into his core. "Let me be the judge of that."

"They will wonder where I have gone to."

"That is true," the man agreed. "We will meet at a later date, I am sure. You have a ball to enjoy." He stepped back, hands lingering before falling away.

Hadrian remained where he was for a longtime, staring at the open door that allowed the loud music of the ball to filter in. He slid slowly down the wall, wand clattering to the floor. Curling up tight as he remained there. Unable to make himself return.

Just thinking of the man. Thinking of Riddle and of Voldemort. The differences were startling and unappreciated. He remembered that strong magic, but this time there was no insanity imbued in it. No harsh, jagged edges that had existed in Voldemort. That had felt like it had torn and stabbed at him when they had dueled. Riddle's magic still remained strong and… pure.

A scary thought.

A rivalry Hadrian did not wish to deal with again. At least not when there were no clear lines to indicate which side to stand on.

Next: Of Shattering Stars

/Tsubasa