Chapter 3.

In the Gryffindor Tower

4 students were discussing in their room, the subject was their new roommate location currently unknown. Just as they were getting to the part of how to prank this student. The door to their room opened revealing the planned victim of their plans.

The silence didn't last long.

"Why did you ignore us at dinner, and why do you despise Gryffindor so much?" Remus asked. Harry raised his eyebrow and moved to his side of the room. "I have my reasons, and I do not despise Gryffindor" he opened his trunk and sorted through his things.

"What reasons?" James asked.

"That would be none of your business Potter" Harry put a warning tone in his voice, best to keep them from digging too much he thought.

Harry picked up a book and after closing his trunk he went to sit on his bed cross-legged. Looking up he noticed he was surrounded; to his right were James and Remus sat on the floor, at his beds end stood Sirius and sat furthest away from him on his left was Pettigrew.

As if reading his mind Remus suggested: "Hey Peter come and sit with us" before Harry knew what he was doing he spat out "I don't want that rat anywhere near me!" the boys looked at him astonished by such an seemingly unnecessary act. James had one look through the room and all of them joined together at Harry's bed.

"Hadrian, what makes you say such a thing?" Remus asked

Harry knew he broke the rule of don'ts, he groaned and let himself fall back onto his bed, instantly stuck in bad memories. Peter was responsible for the death of his parents; he was a traitor, a fake friend, a bad guy. He had Sirius sent to Azkaban by faking his death, he served the darks side, he served Voldemort, he let them suffer…

It was too much for Harry he shot up and leapt to the door. But they were faster Remus blocked the door, James had his legs and Sirius stood in front of him, their eyes locked. Harry felt himself break down.

'Those eyes, Sirius…'

Harry collapsed and Sirius caught him. "What happened?" James asked. Sirius held on to the boy and looked down at him confused "I don't know.." a chill ran over his spine, 'What just happened?' he asked himself.

Together they moved their collapsed roommate to his bed. Peter voiced the question that was on everyone's mind. "You think he knows something?" Remus shook his head saying "It was probably just coincidence, but our monthly "trips" will be more difficult with him in our room" Remus frowned. "Do we have to tell him?" Peter asked.

"No" James said "I want an explanation from him first" The boys looked grim and eventually moved to their own beds. Sirius turned over, and could just about make out Hadrian's face in the near darkness; he couldn't name the look he saw but it made him feel very uncomfortable, he shook his head and promptly turned the other way.

Harry was having the same nightmare he had been having for weeks, usually he would have a silencing spell up, but now he was open to the rest of the room having not set up his usual protection. He tossed and turned, sweating and moaning "No.. Sirius ..Sirius!" followed by a much louder agonizing "Nooooo!" His roommates instantly woke up confused about what was going on. Harry shot up in bed, and cried.

James was the first one to move.

"It's ok Ron it's just the same nightmare again.." James exchanged looks with the rest of the room.

"What happened?" James asked.

"He got killed again, and I couldn't save him" He fell back to his mattress silently crying and murmuring time and time again "I failed, I failed" until he fell back asleep.

…

Then it finally stopped. "What just happened?" James asked out loud. "Well, whatever it is its bad stuff" Sirius replied. "Night terrors are for baby's" Peter said. Remus narrowed his eyes. "Don't judge a book by its cover; I thought we had established that" Peter squeaked and apologized promptly.

And with that, all was said, leaving everyone to their own thoughts trying to get some more sleep before morning came.

The next day Harry was out of the Tower before anyone else had woken up. He made his way to the dungeon as he got closer the familiar pull lead him to where he wanted to be. Salazar's painting. He seemed asleep at the moment. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down in front of the master piece to meditate. A habit he had picked up on during Occlumency lessons with Snape, it was supposed to clear his mind.

It was 6 A.M. another hour and a half until breakfast would start. Lessons would begin an hour after that; he had plenty of time to kill.

When eventually Salazar woke up he immediately was aware of his look-a-like. He smirked but felt at ease with the boy, he would not visit any paintings and no-one would usually pass this hallway. Even Thomas didn't come down here often; fearing fellow students would be suspicious.

But Hadrian didn't seem to share that opinion. For which Salazar was glad, he wouldn't admit it out loud but he appreciated the company.

"Hadrian" he greeted.

The boy did not respond, after repeating his name in Parsletongue he still did not move. 'How deep is he meditating?' Salazar wondered. He frowned and just as swift as he did the day before he was out of his painting again. It only took 3 steps to get to the boy. "Hadrian" Salazar said looking down on him. Nothing.

Knowing better then to touch a wizard in meditation. He knelt down to one knee. "Hadrian" he tried once more in Parsletongue. Harry's eyes didn't open though now he finally responded. "What is it?" he asked. "Care to tell me what your purpose is here this morning?" As if the boy awoke from a deep sleep, he stretched his body and opened his eyes. Salazar's eyes widened at the large pools of emerald. "I came to find peace" Harry answered "I had to much going on in my head"

Harry sighed. "What time is it?" he asked.

Salazar then realized Hadrian must have been much deeper in thought then he originally expected. "It's 9" 'I'm late!' Harry tried to get up, but his legs had fallen asleep and he fell straight into Salazar. Who helped him up gently "How long were you out?" Salazar asked as he didn't know what time he arrived here.

"6" Harry replied and hissed as the life slowly got back to his legs. "You were out for 3 hours? You must have a lot on your mind then" He said. "More then you know" Harry sighed. "I'm late, I should go" Salazar grabbed Harry's chin. "You should tell me about these things" he narrowed his eyes at the boy. The pools of emerald which were so calm after he woke changed as if a breeze had hit the surface making it move.

Harry realised that playing open card with the Founder really did mean he would have to be open.

"I will"

Salazar released his grip on the boys chin.

He nodded satisfied that he would hear more about this boy, or rather young man.

"Now go"

Harry bowed and hastily left for class.

Salazar frowned as he returned to his painting. Something was off, and he would find out exactly what that was, perhaps he would even travel.