A/N: Before this chapter begins I'd like to gloss over a few points that are going to be relevant to the coming chapters.
Point #1: TIMESKIP! This chapter jumps forward, calender wise, eight years to canon year four with the TWT. What may throw off some people is that Hadrian will refer to the gap as ten years. This is not a mistake but the result of some Family Magics that act in a way like the chamber from DBZ where time passes a lot faster inside than it does outside. This is to highlight his training both in actual magic, Potter/Jonovich/Black(hold questions about this til point 2) and other branches, but also his skills to be the next Baba Yaga. These skills involve proper gun training, martial arts, linguistics and other such skills. Training sequences will be seen as flashbacks starting this chapter onwards when relevant.
Point #2: During the timeskip Sirius escapes Azkaban and because of the Godfather Oath is able to locate Harry & assist in his training. His relationship with the others in Harry's life will be revealed as it goes but lets just say he doesn't really get on with John since his way of doing things reminds Sirius of the 'Dark Days' when his mother was alive and ruled the roost in House Black after his grandfather Arcturus died.
Point #3: Harry DIDN'T attend Hogwarts at any point but went to the American school as a supplement for what his uncle John calls 'stupid magics'- the mundane boring everyday stuff that John and the other members of the High Table didn't deign to teach Harry since it was too pedestrian for their tastes.
Point #4: After being healed Harry showed himself to be a once in a generation prodigy when it comes to handling raw magic. Let me make this clear: this DOES NOT by any means of the imagination make him a god/godlike wizard. His sensitivity and handling of raw magic is on such a macro-scale, which grows with age & control training NOT overnight, that hes cosidered a rather frightening opponent when it comes to offensive spells on all sides of the spectrum- light, grey AND dark.
Point #5: While John would try to socialize Harry so he could be a kid between training sessions, it was perfectly clear Harry prefers an academic environment -library/museum/magical seminar on advanced magic for example- or an environment where his hands were busy rather than being around regular kids his own age just playing like there wasn't a care in the world. John blames it on the dead pieces of flesh who abused his nephew; Hadrian sees it as something not at all alarming or note worhy thinking its better that way.
Point #6: Due to point #5, Harry's education flew off the scales when he found a book on Libromancy. While it could be considered an out or a cheat, using a branch of magic that when used organizes the contents of a book into a persons head with complete comprehension and understanding just by touching it, half the things Harry heard in seminars made no sense at first so he used Libromancy in the beginning to make sense of the things he was learning about. THIS DOES NOT MEAN HE ABUSES IT TO BE A MERLIN BE DAMNED KNOW IT ALL LIKE A CERTAIN GRYF WITCH WE KNOW OF! He uses it only when he is at a loss of where to look or frustrated when people cannot give him a satisfactory answer but his use of it a tad too much as a kid has his IQ up there as a scarily intelligent genius without much peerage in many magical fields, albeit one without the practical experience.
Last but not least, Point #7: Because of point #6, primarily his use of Libromancy and his scary high intelligence, he took his OWL and NEWT equivalencies by the age of thirteen & passed them within the top 2%. By the time he is "sixteen"-which actually his fourteenth callender birthday-,the point at which this chapter will start, he had attained two separate Masteries before the MACUSA Board of Masters; one Mastery in Esoteric Magic(his primary Mastery) and the other in Blood Magic(made all the easier since the Jonovich Family Magic is based in and requires them to be intimately familiar with Blood Magic). His OWL and NEWT equivalency scores in addition to his dual Masteries had him hired at his alma mater IMMEDIATELY after attaining his Blood Magic Mastery and replacing the retiring Esoteric Magic professor making him the youngest, and scariest, yet qualified teacher in history of the school marking him as Professor Jonovich.
Just as an aside...I blame Big Bang Theory since I love the quirkiness of Sheldon, especially if you factor in Young Sheldon to give the backstory of his youth, but it falls nicely into place with my outline. There might be a shadow of OP over Hadrian right now in my explanation in how I laid out the timeskip to give a vague understanding of his training and intelligence but I promise by the Holy Hand Grenade he is going to be THE FARTHEST THING FROM OP/GODLIKE. There will be fights he can't win, there will be arguements he can't win… they just won't be with people his own actual age.
Chapter 3: Premonitions of Drama
Albus Dumbledore could not help the fierce scowl on his face as he glared fiercely at the people in front of him. While the last eight years had not changed him physically, much had changed him internally. Gone was the overly forgiving grandfatherly type. Gone was the 'everyone deserves a million chances at redemption' Albus Dumbledore; he fired and imprisoned Snape in Azkaban for deliberately not reporting a Hufflepuff Third Year girl had been raped, beaten unconscious and obliviated inside the dungeon by a Slytherin for Merlin's sake! So just who could summon such ire, such anger, such...borderline hatred?
"You don't look happy to see us Professor." The speaker of the voice was a woman. Her skin was a healthy light tan, her eyes a sparkling emerald green and her hair a vibrant red.
Albus said nothing as he snapped his fingers twice.
Fawkes disappeared in a fiery flash at the silent command from his bonded partner. The phoenix was not the biggest fan of the ancient wizards change from that fateful night eight years ago but he had abandoned the notion of the 'Greater Good' which was a start in the avians mind.
"Albus, you must understand that-" the man on the womans right, the same light tan was on him but the difference was his raven hair and brown eyes, began only to be interrupted.
"You will not speak or I will kill you myself" Albus with a cold borderline cruel tone. "Only this time you'll actually be dead and remain so."
The pair, not to mention a female child who was a perfect of her parents with her mothers hair and dads eyes, recoiled back at the threat. The girl had heard from her parents all her life that Albus Dumbledore was a grandfatherly kind man and a family friend, what could possess him to threaten all of them? Especially her! She'd never met the man before today!
The adults felt a dread and horror as Fawkes reappeared with Minerva McGonagall. Whatever the woman had been about to say to Albus died in her throat as soon as she spotted them.
"Minerva… Before I do anything I may or may not regret, use the identity spell for all former respectable alumni." There was a scathing undertone to Albus' words as a cold harshness came across Minerva's face.
Minerva's eyes gave nothing away as her wand moved in a complex pattern before a red and gold banner of magic popped up over the heads of the man & woman. Imprinted on the banner were the names 'James Charlus Potter' and 'Lily Catherine Potter neé Evan' with their House crest & graduation year, the respective names over the respective adults. "You disgust me. Both of you." She spat on the floor in front of the couple before storming out grumbling to herself about 'sinister no good whelps'.
"Headmaster," James tone shifted to a formal cautious tone seeing his godmothef storm out in unholy rage "we neee to find Harry."
"Go find your sister in law and her family. Last I checked he was with them" Albus said leaning forward, his face impassive but his tone still cold. It was a dutiful slap in the face to see Lily's eyes light up in sheer terror at his words.
Lily gasped in horror, her hands covering her mouth. "You put him with her?!" she demanded with worry in her tone.
"I. Had. No. Choice." Each word was punctuated by a clenching of Albus' tight fist. "I went to Godric's Hollow after I heard about the attack. I found your dead bodies in the rubble. Excuse me, what I thought was you dead bodies. Harry was the only living soul in the house besides me. To my knowledge neither of you had a Will, final or living, so I did the only thing I had available to me with Sirius chasing Peter & killing him for claiming to have sold the cottage out to Voldemort. An attack that killed Peter and twelve muggles. There was no alternative."
James clenched his eyes shut remembering the horror stories Lily told him about her sister. A nasty shrew of a woman with a penchant to spew vitriol about anything unnstural, particularly Lily and the fact she was a witch while Petunia was not. "Where are they? Where is our son?" he asked evenly.
"Why do you care now? Its only been nearly thirteen years. Thirteen years left without his parents or apparent sibling." It was a low tactic but Albus was far from a forgiving mood. He had sincerely believed the Potter line dead save for Harry. To see James and Lily alive, with a daughter in tow no less, destroyed something in him.
*NY, JONOVICH RANCH*
Hadrian smiled softly as he ran the brush over his horses coat. The whinny and swish of her tail as he ran it over her back left leg made him snort as he met the big brown eyes looking at him. "Easy girl" he said in a soothing voice. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to take the time out of his day just to brush the coat on the Clydesdale and talk to her. His dad, he'd stopped thinking and calling John his uncle around nine or so when he formally adopted magically and by muggle means, had thought he was mad when he asked for one of the Clydessdale foals to be his horse. What it was about the particular breed of horse he didn't know but he put the effort into helping its mother raise the young foal into the beautiful mare she was now. Dropping the brush onto its spot in the rack he approached a blue bucket and plucked out an apple. He seemed to consider it for a moment.
The Clydesdale snorted and whinnied seeing the shiny green fruit in her humans hand. He would give it to her but it was a little game he had done since she was a little foal.
"Oh, you want this?" Hadrian asked playfully holding the fruit just a few inches out of the mares reach with her neck extended.
The mare snorted as her head bobbed.
"Ask me nicely" Hadrian said patting her nose gently with his empty hand. Another whinny earned a nod before he offered the fruit and its juicy flesh to the equine. While she ate out of his hand he laughed softly scratching the delicate flesh under his fingers on her nose. "There is no gentler a horse anywhere in the world than you Josie." The snort she gave before she bumped her head affectionately against him brought a warmth to the gaze. She truly was a credit to the moniker her breed was given, gentle giants.
"I hate to spoil the moment of you bondng with your equine child" John entered the barn ignoring Hadrian's scoff and soft words for Josie to ignore his dads jealousy "but we got a problem. Four of them actually."
Hadran's eyes sharpened at that. He moved his hand open dropping the apple core into an external bucket outside the stall before exiting the large stall himself and locking the outside latch. "You get some rest girl. I'll see you in the morning" he said rubbing her nose between the nostrils, her warm breath as she snorted brushing his fingers. Turning to John his mood switched to business. "Lets take this to the office" he said motioning toward the part of the barn where the business office was.
John followed behind trying to figure out how to phrase what he learned without upsetting Hadrian the least. An upset Hadrian meant his son was not controlling his magic and that not only could scare the horses but be quite deadly to them in & of itself. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say you already know what one problem is" he said carefully after taking a position opposite the youth.
"If you mean the Tri-Wizard Tournament, yes I know we are one of the other two schools to fill in the enpty spaces. The Headmistress informed me after I finally said yes to accepting the position as the Esoteric Magic professor with Delilah retiring. Yes I know I'm being forced to go back to Britain because of a technicality as a professor employed by the school." Hadrian dropped into his leather highback chair and looked directly at John. "I'm not happy about it but whatever. I don't look anything like Dumbassdoor should believe so Longbottom should have been pinned as the prophecy child after I disappeared."
John seated himself in his own highback chair and leaned back with a grimace. Instead of speaking he dropped a letter on the table. {Read that but keep your temper and magic in check so you don't spook the horses} John said in Russian as he slid it across the table.
Hadrian spared the multi-page letter a glance before reluctantly picking it. As his eyes roved the pages he felt his blood boil with each new sentence. His rage, contained within himself, grew as he saw the signatures and a photograph of three people; an adult man, an adult woman and a female teen that-according to the scrawled note on the back- was fourteen. {Signatures can be forged and pictures faked} he spat out hatefully.
{I checked the ink mixture and magical signature against one of the last gifts Liliana gave me before she turned against me. Your blood mo-}
{IF THAT BITCH WAS ALIVE ALL THIS TIME AND DID NOTHING TO LOOK FOR ME, ESPECIALLY WHEN I WAS WITH THOSE ANIMALS WHO NEARLY KILLED ME, SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER!} Hadrian all but roared with unholy fury shining with his eyes as he cut off his father John.
John almost flinched at the volume but it was thankfully not so loud to scare the equines nearby. {I know, that is why I said blood. I know you think of Ariana as your mother after all she has done for you. For both of us son} he said trying to bring Hadrian down to at least an even keel. Trying to reason with his son in a rage was like trying to reason with himself while in a rage, pointless. {I don't know why they're looking for you now but I always told you I would never lie to you Hadrian. I always told I'd be honest with you and I have & will.}
Hadrian's eyes smoldered with a hatred in his glare as the picture went up in pitch black flames before it was less than ash in under a minute. Any vitriol he might have spat was stalled as the office door opened and two women entered. One of the two was older, John's age, and a beauty to behold. Her eyes were a golden-green with dark blonde hair like a mixed copper and gold combination spilling in ringlets from her scalp. Caramel skin gave her an exotic look that was accentuated by her long model-esque limbs and figure. That was Ariana Luxiane Wick, John's second wife and the woman the young Jonovich considered to be his mother due to all the good she'd brought him and his father.
The second figure was younger, only just turning five a few days ago, and launched herself at Hadrian perching her childish form on her lap. While she possessed her mothers hair and eye color, the young girl had a light natural tan like John or Hadrian instead of Ariana's caramel complexion. This was Julia Arcadia Wick, Hadrian's beloved little sister and only blood child of John & Ariana.
{Is evertything alright in here? I heard yelling and Julia was worried about her daddy & big brother} Ariana said with a concerned tone. If her husband and son were actually yelling, presumably at each other, that was not a good sign. For anyone.
"Everything is ok my darling sister. Dad showed me some very… surprising things. We are perfectly ok, I promise" Hadrian said in a soft reassuring tone to Julia.
"Cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eyes?" Julia asked looking up to her big brother with big worried eyes and her lower lip trembling.
Hadrian cursed internally at the cuteness of his little sister. "Of course" he said hugging her to his chest to reassure her as much as possible. He and John would be having some very, very strong words later in a heavily warded room but for now he would pay his atttentions to blonde head burrowed against his chest. "Come on, you want to go say goodnight to Josie before she falls asleep?" he asked knowing how fond she was of his horse.
Almost immediately Julia's worry changed to excitement as her head nodded rapidly. She couldn't have her own horse yet but she was more than happy to help her brother with his massive horse Josie. She was so sweet and nice and gentle that it made taking care of the animal something she wanted to do even it was something so small as helping change the stall hay or feed bucket. "Yeah yeah! Can we please?!" she asked with a begging tone
Ariana watched as Hadrian folded like a house of carda and let his sister lead the way out though not before father & son shares a dark silent look in passing. "What was all that about?" she asked. She knew better than to demand answers with John or Hadrian.
"Remember how I told you my sister and her husband were murdered halloween 1981?" John asked after five minutes of silence. "How I searched and found our son in such a disgusting, deplorable state in 1987?"
Ariana nodded slowly.
John wordlessly summoned the letter so his wife could read it while explaining the same things he did to Hadrian. "My sister who turned her back on me for excelling at the bloody family business when we were so young..is not as dead as I had thought her to be. She suspects I might be able to help her find the son she left to rot. Our son is understandably very angry hence the yelling that brought you and our daughter in, Hadrian had just finished reading it & turning a picture of his blood parents plus sister into less than ash."
Ariana's went almost aligator-style reptilian with anger. She IS NOT our sons mother" she hissed in anger.
"No, she isn't and I agree with that one hundred percent. You are his mother and you know he loves you. You know he is thankful for everything you've done for him and me but I promised him transparency before I met you Ariana. I promised our son nothing but truth and honesty between us when he was still calling me Uncle John" the older male Jonovich said squeezing his wifes arm firmly but gently to stress the point.
"I'll put a bullet in her skull and slit her belly open hip-to-hip so her entrails fall out Jonathan if she tries to lay claim to being our boys mother. I don't care if she's your sister and gave Hadrian life. Birthing a child does not make a parent. I was there when he was sick. I was there when he had a bad day and needed to vent. I am his confidante when it comes to certain things. Hadrian has one mother and that" Ariana reduced the letter violently into a ball of paper "is me."
John said nothing as Ariana walked out to where their kids were. He knew she was not kidding. He knew she was not the least bit adverse to getting her hands dirty to protoect her family, especially her children.
A/N: so its the end of another chapter and I'm happy with it. A bit of character developement, a peek into Hadrian's life where he actually has a full family that loves him and the beginning of drama. How are James and Lily alive? Who is the teen girl with him and is it ACTUALLY their daughter making her Hadrian's blood sister?!
Find out next time!
