Disclaimer: All recognized characters and elements goes to J.K Rowling

And another chapter, wow this outline thing is really working out well :)

Warning: Character death. Yeah, sorry about this but he needed to be killed off.


"Harry!"

"Sirius! No. NO!"

"Crucio!"

Screams of pain echoed through the dark alley as five dark robed men surrounded Sirius.

"Sirius! SIRIUS!" Hadrian screamed as he struggled against the magical shield bubble that Sirius had trapped him in seconds before the Death Eaters ambushed them.

"Where are they Black?" One of the robed figure snarled as he delivered a kick to Sirius' side, "Where are the Potters hiding?"

"U-up your arse." Sirius choked out as he spat blood out of his mouth.

Another one of the robed figures growled in anger and raised his wand menacingly.

"Go ahead filthy Death Eater. Curse me! You'll never get the answer out of me." Sirius snarled as more blood leaked from his mouth.

"How about that brat there?" A third Death Eater said as he leveled a wand at Hadrian.

Hadrian stumbled back and cried out when a sickly yellow light shot towards him. He felt the Black family magic pulse as it absorbed the curse, leaving Hadrian safe.

The fifth and final man made a sound of annoyance, "It's the Black Shield."

"Dark family magic, wasted on these blood traitors." The first Death Eater spat out, "Disgusting."

Hadrian screamed when the men once again aimed their wands at Sirius' weakened form.

"No… no please. Sirius!" Hadrian begged as he watched the five robed men laugh. Sirius writhed and scrammed with pain, but he still refused to give them the information they wanted.

"Fuck. The Aurors." One of the Death Eaters cursed.

"We're out of time now."

"What do we do with Black?"

"Kill him."

"SIRIUS!" Hadrian screamed as hot tears started rolling down his cheeks, "SIRIUS! NO!"

A flash of deadly green light.

Five loud cracks.

The Black Shield disappeared, allowing Hadrian to run towards the still form of his godfather.

"Sirius. Sirius." Hadrian sobbed.

He looked up and was met with a dozen witches and wizards, some dressed in the red robes of an Auror, others in the white of mediwizrads and witches.

"Hey kid wha-that's Sirius Black!"

"Bloody hell, he's dead!"

Hadrian woke up with a gasp. His right hand automatically reached for his unregistered, yew and unicorn, wand hidden under his pillow. Sharp emerald green eyes scanned his surroundings and the eleven year old relaxed slightly when he realized that he was in his tower suite in Potter Hall.

He waved his wand and concentrated without saying or mouthing the incantation, Tempus. A mist appeared before him, displaying the time and date: September 1st 1988, 8:32am.

"Hogwarts." Hadrian muttered as he fluidly climbed out of bed.

He headed towards the large restroom and thirty minutes later, the boy emerged again. His silky black hair was slightly damp from the shower he had just taken.

Hadrian made a beeline for his neat, yet cluttered, desk; he was about to clasp his old disillusioned wand holster onto his right forearm when he paused. Reaching for the other dragonhide wand holster he had gotten a week ago, Hadrian clasped it onto his right forearm for easy access. His slid his new, registered, ash and dragon heartstring wand onto said wand holster.

Bending down, Hadrian clasped the older, and frankly his more preferred, wand holster onto his calf and slid his unregistered wand into place.

"There." Hadrian said as he patted the wand that had been with him for the past three years, the wand that Sirius had gotten with him on his eighth birthday.

The boy then slid on a pair of black slacks and a cleanly pressed white button down shirt. After a brief moment of deliberation, Hadrian decided to don his colorless Hogwart's tie and robes.

It's not like I'm going through the muggle way. He thought absently as he brushed his right hand over the two Heir rings on his left.

Even though Sirius had been… gone for the past two years, Hadrian still continues to hold the Heir ring. The Lord ring had been magically returned to the Black vaults in Gringotts as soon as the family magic realized that its current Lord had passed.

It will stay there until Hadrian is able to claim it on his fourteenth birthday, fourteen being a magical number: double sevens. If he misses that day, he will have to wait until his seventeenth birthday. Then his twenty-first.

Hadrian had his magically enlarged, three compartment trunk in one hand as he steeled himself.

The only time where he can truly be free is when he is in his tower in Potter Hall. Black Castle and all the other Black estates had sealed themselves when Sirius had died.

"Game on." Hadrian muttered as he pushed open his door. Simultaneously, a cool and indifferent mask fell into place on his aristocratic face.


James smiled when he spotted his eldest son walk gracefully into the dining room, "Good morning Har-… Hadrian."

He heard his wife echo his greetings.

"Father, Mother."

James felt his smile falter when all he received was a cool acknowledgement. Not for the first time, a small ball of guilt and self-loathing appeared in the pit of his stomach. He sometimes wondered what his family would be like if they hadn't sent Hadrian away to live with Sirius when the boy was six.

"Darling." Lily said as she set a plate of food in front of Hadrian, "You're going to Hogwarts today!"

Hadrian nodded.

"Isn't it great?" James jumped in, "Imagine you going there. Sorted into Gryffindor and besting all those snakes!"

James flinched a little when he noticed Hadrian's whole body stiffen at his words.

"Of course Father." The eleven year old replied.

Lily and James exchanged an uncertain look.

"Well Hadrian, let me go wake Heath up and we will take you to-"

"-No. I can just use the Floo and get there myself."

Both Potters visibly deflated.

"Hadri-"

Hadrian placed his silverware down and James was met with sharp green eyes, the same as his wife's yet so different.

"I would really like to go there myself."

James and Lily Potter nodded reluctantly as they watched their eldest son stride out of the dining room without a backwards glance.

"Lils… you okay?"

Lily shook her head slowly, "What do we do James?"


Hadrian shared a look with the two he had met on the Express.

"You think we really have to fight a dragon?" Adrian Pucey asked as his dark brown eyes darted around the room all the first years were currently waiting in, his voice was neutral but after years of practice, Hadrian could pick out the slight unease in it.

"I hope so!" Weston Yaxley exclaimed, "How about you Hadrian?"

The raven haired boy shrugged a shoulder uncaringly, "We'll see now won't we?"

The doors suddenly opened and the woman who had first introduced herself as Professor McGonagall motioned for the first years to follow her into the Great Hall.

Hadrian stood with Yaxley and Pucey, one whose uncle is a known Death Eater; another, whose family is a possible supporter of Voldemort.

If it all goes according to plan. Hadrian thought as he eyed the two calculatingly.

"Potter-Black, Hadrian!"

Hadrian looked up and fluidly made his way towards the stool. Before the Hat was dropped over him, he heard the mutterings of the other students.

"Heath Potter?"

"No you dolt! McGonagall said Hadrian. I think he's a cousin or something."

"I heard that Heath Potter had a brother."

"-Black? Didn't he die?"

Hadrian fisted his hands at the last comment but managed to keep his face smooth of all emotions.

Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin. Hadrian chanted in his mind.

Now why would you want that young heir? A voice sounded in his mind.

I need to protect my family.

Ah… loyal hmm? Extremely intelligent as well. Brave. Very brave. Though not reckless. You are cunning. Oh what's this? You have a great deal of darkness in you, not evil, but darkness. You seek revenge. You wish to harm the ones that harmed your loved ones. Hmm… tricky, tricky Mr. Potter.

Black. Potter-Black.

Very well. Mr. Potter-Black. It seems like you are extremely loyal. In fact, it is your most dominant personality trait. Loyalty to your family, to your loved ones, to the ones care about. You protect your own. You really have taken your godfather's words to heart hmm?

I promised him. Hadrian thought.

Yes, and you are now living up to it.

I won't be able to if you don't Sort me into Slytherin. Hadrian shot back impatiently.

The Sorting Hat chuckled, There are other ways to protect you family. You don't have to become a spy in Riddle's ranks.

Ye- wait Riddle?

Yes. You didn't honestly believe that a mother would name their child Voldemort did you?

Hadrian felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks before he hurriedly pushed it down, No.

Tom Riddle is the name you're looking for Mr. Potter-Black. Now let's get on to Sorting you.

Slytherin.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Very well. But understand this: Being a spy isn't the only way you can help. Acquiring a group of your own followers. Your own friends that are loyal to you, and be default your brother. That will help.

Wait, what? Hadrian sputtered, How do I…?

You are the Heir of both Potter and Black Houses, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. Good luck young heir. Better be "SLYTHERIN!"

Hadrian was startled when the Hat was abruptly pulled off of his head. He quickly schooled his features to one of indifference as he slid off the stool calmly sauntered towards the table decked in green and silver.

The Great Hall was filled with curious whispers but it quickly died down as the Sorting continued.

"Slytherin eh Potter?"

Hadrian turned and arched an eyebrow at a blonde haired girl that had been Sorted in the very beginning, "Actually, it's Potter-Black."

The girl flicked her hair back and looked at him curiously, "I'm Celia Dawn, this is my friend Annabelle Rosier."

She motioned to the pretty brunette that had just been Sorted and was just taking a seat next to them.

"Pleasure." Hadrian said.


Hadrian waited for the four other boys' breathing to steady out before slipping out from under his covers. He opened his bed curtains and scanned the darkened room carefully before shutting it again.

As quietly as possible, the newly Sorted Slytherin opened his trunk by pressing his thumb to the third keyhole.

A small spark of warmth shot through his thumb and he felt his magic flow into the keyhole. The trunk clicked open and Hadrian carefully stepped into it.

He braced himself and let out a soft grunt as he absorbed the impact when he landed on the balls of his feet at the bottom of the room sized compartment in his trunk.

"Harry."

Hadrian looked up and smiled brightly as he met the storm grey eyes of his godfather, "Hey Sirius."

The magical portrait grinned at him, "How did it go pup?"

"I've already become friends with two of my year mates, Adrian Pucey and Weston Yaxley. I also met two other girls, Celia Dawn and Annabelle Rosier."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully, "Two known Death Eater families, one possible Voldemort supporter, and a neutral."

"Neutral?"

"The Dawns. They are neutral but more inclined to be Dark. They are a wealthy merchant family, same as the Puceys. The Rosiers and Yaxleys, on the other hand, are both Noble Houses."

Hadrian nodded, "Yeah, I know." He paused and made a face at his godfather's portrait, "I did read all books you shoved down my throat you know."

Sirius laughed, "Yeah, yeah."

"But…"

"What's wrong?"

"The Sorting Hat… it told me that I don't have to actually be a spy in order to help…"

Sirius nodded encouragingly.

"The Hat said that it might actually be better if I had a strong base. A group of friends. Kind of like a fourth side to this war that supports Heath."

Sirius had a thoughtful look on his, "Yeah. I think that'll actually be better. It'll be harder gaining loyalty like that… but it'll be better. Not to mention safer for you." Here he slid Hadrian a sharp look, "You know how I've never been exactly supportive of the whole double agent idea."

"I know Sirius. I know… but family is key."

The magical portrait sighed, "Do what you think will help. Just… be careful Harry."

The Slytherin nodded and said his farewells before climbing out of the compartment.


"James!" Lily yelled as she ran into the dining room where her husband and youngest son were seated, already having breakfast.

"Lily? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Lily laughed happily, "Look who I got a letter from."

James' eyes widened, "Hadrian?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!" James said as jumped up from his seat.

"Okay, okay." Lily said as she hurriedly ripped the envelope open.

She frowned when a small piece of parchment fell onto her open palm.

"That's it?" Heath asked as he eyed the small piece of parchment.

James reached for the parchment while Heath and Lily watched him impatiently.

"Slytherin."

"What?" Lily asked puzzled.

"That's what's written on the parchment." James said as he handed it to his wife, "Slytherin. Just Slytherin."

The light brown haired eight year old had a horrified look on his face, "Wait Dad, are you saying that Hadrian got into Slytherin?"


Coming up next: Heath is eleven. Diagon Alley and Hogwarts Express.

There are a lot of time jumps so far, but next chapter will be four years fast forward. By then Hadrian will already have a steady group of close and loyal friends.

This story has a Dark Harry with good intentions and not evil thing going on (just to be clear).

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