Noble
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Chapter 3
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Noblesse.
AN: SO, I don't really have much to say. Enjoy!
Oh, and I'm not hating on mothers feeding their children. Just a clarification for those of you who might be a bit extra sensitive.
I'm a bit afraid of stepping on toes unwittingly, especially after the shitstorm that happened with my first story.
§ 31st July 1980 §
Being born, Raizel decided, was unpleasant. As was being a newborn, for that matter. Not being able to communicate, suddenly bursting into tears because his body demanded food, not to mention the feeding itself. Raizel shuddered just thinking about, causing his mother to shift.
Raizel smiled at the thought of his mother. Like all children, he'd formed a deep bond with his mother even before he was born. It was only natural, after all. Seeing him smile, his mother, whose name he knew to be Lily Potter, cooed. The smile slipped from Raizel's face as he frowned. He would not be cooed at! He was the Noblesse, for goodness sake!
His mother too frowned at his sudden change of expression, and sent a panicked look towards someone. Raizel turned his head to see that it was a man wearing glasses with a bird nest for hair. His father, he supposed, if the equally panicked look he sent another male in the room was something to go by.
"Padfoot, something's wrong he was just smiling and look at him frown oh god did we mess something up maybe the nurse-" as his father went on about his worries, the man now identified as Padfoot just laughed.
"Relax, James. The little guy's barely been born. He's probably overwhelmed by the amount of love you guys are showing him. Of course, as his Godfather, I fully approve." the man puffed out his chest as he calmed a frantic James. His father snorted, and turned around to face someone else.
"Does that make any kind of sense, Moony?" James said a bit sardonically. The man called Moony just sighed. Just then, the door opened to reveal a rat-like man nervously making his way in.
"Is that him? Is that...?" the newcomer said in a tone that Raizel definitely didn't like. Evidently neither did his mother, as she spoke for the first time.
"Yes, Peter. Please, everyone. Say hi to Hadrian James Potter." Lily Potter said rather forcefully.
"Potter-Black." Padfoot said lazily. Everyone in the room turned their attention towards him with wide questioning eyes. Sirius Orion Black snorted.
"He's my Heir. And nothing you say will change my mind." he announced. James spluttered.
"But, what if you have your own childre-" Sirius just waved his hand dismissively.
"I'll deal with it then. But as it stands, Harry's mine as much as he's yours." James blinked.
"Wait, Harry?" Now it was Sirius' turn to blink.
"Yeah, it suits him, don't you think?" he shrugged.
'No, it does not.' thought Raizel sullenly, and glared at Sirius. Sirius was clearly startled by his glaring.
"I think...that he doesn't like it. What about Rai, Hadrian?" Everyone's head whipped towards Lily. Raizel smiled at his preferred nickname from his Noblesse days. Lily nodded.
"Rai it is, then." James blinked at the conversation that had just taken place between his wife an newborn baby. A huge grin broke on his face.
"My son's a genius, Padfoot! Did you see him respond to Lily like he could understand her?! I bet he'll be smartest little bloke on the planet! That's my Rai!" he said excitedly, while Sirius just nodded numbly, still clearly shocked at being stared down by a newborn infant.
And that's how Raizel was introduced to his parents and the Marauders and learned to love them.
Though he never did like Peter.
§ 31st October, 1981 §
Raizel stared at the man who had just killed his parents from his crib. He wasn't sure why Lily Potter had thought that sprinting for the second floor would be a good idea in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with the pentagram she'd drawn in her blood below his crib. Said pentagram had glowed briefly as Lily had made her sacrifice. Raizel cursed his inability to communicate properly with his mother. If he could, then she would've known that he didn't need a sacrifice to survive whatever curse their attacker would throw at him.
But such was the plan of Fate.
No matter how fond of his parents he'd become, he couldn't risk The Plan.
His attacker was a humanoid snake, very different from what Tom Marvolo Riddle may have looked like had he not split his soul. And he was clearly, undoubtedly, insane. Voldemort lifted his wand and threw the Killing Curse at Raizel who barely blinked. After all, it was part of Fate's plan. As it hit him on the forehead, Raizel let out a startled cry. Fate hadn't warned him that it would hurt!
The curse rebounded at the caster, who was clearly confused at this surprising turn, excuse the pun, of events. It hit Voldemort squarely in the chest. The would-be Dark Lord let loose a terrifying scream that frankly grated on Raizel's ears. Honestly couldn't he just drop barely dead quietly? Humans and their dramatics.
The result of Voldemort being hit by his own curse, the Dark Lord was ripped from his barely human-looking body. A sliver of his already shredded Soul escaped from him, and latched on to Raizel, who tried to bat it away, but eventually sighed in defeat and allowed for it to settle in the scar Voldemort had just given him. Thankfully the wraith itself had enough common sense to see that possessing a toddler would not do him any good. It left the ruined house, letting loose another unnecessary scream of rage.
Raizel sighed as he looked sadly at his mother's limp form. He had loved her and his father. But no one could stop Death when it collected its dues.
Tired from the events of the evening, Raizel laid down in his crib and slept. And missed his (dis)placement with the Dursleys.
Rather rude of his estranged aunt to scream at the sight of him and wake him up.
§ 1st September, Hogwarts §
"Hadrian Potter!"
"Did she say Hadrian Potter? As in Harry Potter?"
"The Boy-Who-Lived?"
"He's really here?"
"Oh my Merlin, He is so handsome!"
"And are seeing the way he walks?"
"Yeah, it's like he's floating!"
"Did you see his earring?"
"Huh? He's wearing an earring?"
"Yeah..."
Raizel walked calmly to the rickety looking stool where the cat-lady was holding a rather unhygienic looking hat for his to try on. He squashed his annoyance at being called that infernal nickname. Being whispered about he could tolerate, as he'd been whispered about since, well, forever, but Harry was a ruffian name with no elegance, and he couldn't stand a moment of being called that.
He could see a sea of students stretching their necks to get a good look on him, before the hat that was now upon his head blocked his view. Raizel wrinkled his nose delicately. He would need to wash his hair tonight.
"Oh my!" a voice said in his head. He recognized it to be the Hat, as it had sung a song before.
"I thought I would have the pleasure of sitting on the Guardian's head! An honour it is, my Lord! I apologize for contaminating your head, but I believe it is rather necessary. Now, where should I put a virtual deity?" Raizel didn't bother replying. He already knew its decision. After all, he was much more intelligent than any human could ever be, though his former servant came close. Even though he was socially unaware he supposed. But humans were so confusing! And children even more so. He'd rather not deal with them more than he needed to.
"Of course! You, my Lord, will fit perfectly in RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted the last part out loud, much to the shock of everyone else in the Hall.
Silence enveloped the Hall.
Raizel just walked to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, his expression completely blank. A rather thin boy looked at him in wonder before he whispered "We got Potter." in a disbelieving tone. As if a divine revelation had come to him, the boy suddenly shouted.
"WE GOT POTTER! TAKE THAT, GRYFFINDOR!" That seemed to break whatever trance the table had gotten themselves caught in, and broke into raucous cheers and mad applause. Raizel blinked, before subtly tilting his head in silent confusion.
He truly could never understand humans.
The Sorting was soon done, and the Headmaster, one of the people he needed to deal with somehow, stood and delivered some words that Raizel was sure meant to confuse everyone.
After that, they were treated to a sudden feast, as food suddenly appeared on the table.
Another Hadrian Potter may have jumped in joy at being offered so much food, but Raizel just stared at the table.
He'd of course not grown up neglected and abused at the hands of his uncle and aunt. He was a deity after all, and ordering those disgusting mortals who were beneath Raizel's notice to treat him as he wished to be treated was laughably easy. weak-minded as they were. His childhood had been easy.
No, the reason for his staring wasn't his surprise at seeing so many types of food. Su Li, who'd been blushing non-stop for being the one sitting beside him, gathered up her courage to ask.
"Um, M-mr. Potter-Hadrian, sir, I mean, why are you staring at the food like...like that?" Raizel broke his glum his staring of the food and looked at Su Li with a look that broke her heart. The rest of the table had gone silent, concerned at why their Saviour wasn't digging in.
"There's no ramen."
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"...Oh! Well, I'm sure you can ask Professor Dumbledore to tell the elves to make it for you." Su Li was rather embarrassed by the whole ordeal. Raizel immediately perked up, and walked to the Headmaster's seat. Albus Dumbledore blinked in surprise as he lifted his head to meet Avada Kedavra green gem like eyes.
"...Harry, my dear! What can I do for you?" the aged Headmaster put on a grandfatherly smile at he attempted to hide his confusion. Raizel suddenly glared at him and flared his aura, making him, the venerated Headmaster of Hogwarts, feel intimidated. The whole Hall was following whatever that was happening at the Staff table with bated breaths, having felt the flicker of power from Raizel.
"Please. Do. Not. Call. Me. Harry. Rai, Hadrian or Mr. Potter will do. As for what you can do for me, well, I would like some ramen." Albus blinked before he nodded slowly.
"Of course, Rai, dear boy. Nifty!" A house-elf appeared and bowed low.
"If you could bring Mr. Potter here some ah, ramen, it would be nice." Nifty nodded, a bit wide-eyed at the request, and popped away. Raizel gave a satisfied nod to Dumbledore, and walked back to his seat.
A while later, a bowl of ramen appeared in front of him. Raizel smiled and began to eat. He loved ramen.
The rest of the school finally snapped out of their trance, and went slowly back to eating, gossiping about what had just happened.
Little did Raizel know that this moment would be the cause of the "Ramen-obsession" the British magical community, especially the females, would adopt.
He approved of it a hundred percent of course, once he found out.
AN: So, that was that. Review, please, if you have any suggestions.