Caution: This is the writer's first draft.

Rating: Adult

Pairing: Hadrian/Theodore

Warnings (for this and later chapters): m/m, slash, language, toys, adult games, male pregnancy

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. This disclaimer applies to all following chapters.

Chapter Three

Hadrian Potter was having the best day ever. He was still trying to get his head around the fact that he was worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. About twenty-four hours ago, he was the poor orphan that drained the Dursely's of their well-earned money. Yesterday the goblins at Gringotts told him that he not only had money, the house the Dursely's lived in belonged to him and they weren't paying rent. Soon that would be corrected. His vault manager looked practically bloodthirsty when Hadrian gave them the go ahead to collect back rent and interest. Last night he momentarily considered telling the goblins to hold back on getting the past fees owed and just request that that family start paying from now on. He decided against writing the letter. Hadrian might have been inclined to let the Dursely's off if they were a nice family who treated him right.

He didn't expect them to love him. He wasn't even sure if Vernon and Petunia actually loved Dudley. They didn't treat their son the way other parents treated their kid. Hadrian would know, having spent a lot of time watching families and wishing he could be part of one.

No, the Durselys' were incapable of loving him and treating him as one of their own, but it would have been nice if they simply hadn't beat him every time something went wrong in their life and didn't give him chores upon chores, or best yet, gave him an actual bed and bedroom to sleep in. For those reasons and more, he would get back any and all rent due. He wondered if the goblins could actually increase the rent. The Durselys lived there so long they might be willing to pay the price as long as it wasn't too high and if the amount was too far out of their reach, well, they just might have to move.

A wicked grin curved Hadrian's mouth at the thought. If they moved he could sell the house outright and get rid of number 4 Privet Drive forever. He reached across the bed and grabbed some of the parchment piled on top of the bedside table.

Hadrian was staying in the apartment his father purchased himself after he graduated from Hogwarts. He really didn't have any time to explore the place. He came home, and wasn't that lovely to think, late last night after buying himself a few personal items for his new apartment. Finally, he stopped at Tesco and bought some easy to eat and cook food for the next few days. One of the first things he purchased in Diagon Alley, after a second hat from Ms. Antoinette that he paid for, was a small book bag with permanent feather light and space expansion charms. He was a little envious of the one Hermione had. The Twist special provided him with a trunk, but not a bag oddly enough. The book bag made his shopping expedition relatively easy. He was too tired to do the place any real justice.

He was prepared to do some cursory cleaning and fall in bed. Shocked didn't quite describe how he felt when he turned on the light and saw the place was clean. The floors fairly sparkled. Even when he tried his hardest to please Petunia with his cleaning, he hadn't been able to accomplish such a shine. Hadrian had gaped at the polished wood floors and then jumped back when something… someone… something appeared in front of him.

The being turned out to be a house elf and her name was Imogene. Imogene stood around three and a half feet tall and she had medium green skin, large, round eyes, and a bulbous nose. Her grin when she looked at him was wide and infectious. "Master Hadrian has returned to Prongs' Bat Cave," she exclaimed.

Hadrian hadn't ever seen a house elf so he was understandably surprised. Then he processed what she said. He knew the place belonged to his father but Prongs' Bat Cave? And he was returning, meaning he'd been here before. "Uh, hi?"

He and Imogene had gotten along in short order. She explained how she was waiting for him to return since she couldn't find him no matter how hard she tried, but now that he was there she would take great care of him. When Hadrian had gone on to ask what she meant by that she'd given him a short, because of the late time, list of her responsibilities as a house elf.

She was butler, cook, and cleaning staff all in one. Then she ushered him off to bed and Hadrian was too tired to do anything but allow her to put him to sleep.

He sat up and looked around the room. "Wow," he breathed out in surprise. He hadn't noticed before just how large the room was. The bed was the largest Hadrian had ever seen let alone slept in. It was larger than the Dursely's king size bed and had enough room for Hadrian to roll over several times and not even see the floor let alone fall upon it. He fairly scrambled out of the bed, it was quite high, and looked around.

Right in front of the bed was a large leather chest. It had iron detail and intricate scroll etching. On the top of it was the name "Potter" in a very large font. He tried to lift up the lid, eager to see what hidden treasures his father accumulated. It didn't budge. It was then that Hadrian noticed that the chest had lock in it. He needed the key.

His stomach chose that moment to make itself known. He also needed food. 'Feed me' his belly practically screamed. Before he could get breakfast he needed to take a shower and dress for the day. He wondered where Imogene was. "Uh, Imogene?"

There was a cheerful pop and then his house elf appeared before him. Hadrian briefly wondered how Imogene managed to get such emotion attached to the sound but knew better than to ask. He only met the elf last night but he already knew she didn't like questions about herself.

Thankfully she loved talking about the Potter family. She promised to answer any and all questions tomorrow, which was today. First question: "Good morning Imogene. Where is the bathroom?"

"So polite. Just like little Master James. Is little Master Hadrian looking for the master suite water closet?"

Little Master James…. Little Master Hadrian… Master Suite. "Yes," he answered a little uncertainly, still trying to wrap his mind around the thought of his father as a little anything. Just how old was Imogene?

Theodore stood outside the ramshackle building and adjusted his double breast jacket. He felt it was a little much but he needed to make the best impression. He would have only one shot at this. He knocked on the door with the handle of his umbrella and waited for someone to open the door. He wasn't waiting long. Less than a minute later a young, dark skinned woman opened it. She wasn't much taller than him. She stood only about an inch or two over five feet. She was tiny in stature and painfully thin, unnaturally so, and it showed in her sharp collarbone and sunken in cheeks. She could use a good meal or several. The thinness of her figure took nothing away from the beauty of her face.

Heather Williams was the most beautiful girl of her year when she graduated Hogwarts.

It still showed.

Heather had a large sweeping forehead with long black straight hair. Her eyes were large and almond shaped. They would have overpowered her face without her equally captivating high cheekbones and wide, thick lips.

Heather Williams had the kind of beauty that walked muggle catwalks or at the very least belonged to actors and actresses. She probably would have gone down that road if her family weren't notified about her magic. Theodore's research showed she was a child model.

Looking at her Theodore realized just how hard his task was going to be. Heather Williams was one of several muggle born and raised females who captured his brother and father's attention. It was not a good thing. These women didn't have families, magical or muggle, with the power or care to protect them.

His father had an heir and a spare, but for him, that was never enough. He was always jealous of Arthur Weasley and his wife's fertility. The Weasley's had seven children and every one of them were magical. Highly magical.

It was unheard of in magical Britain, even when potions were used. The only men who could claim having so many magical children had numerous wives. Few magicals chanced having more than four, five at the most, children. Each additional birth increased the chance of having a squib.

Like the smartest of men, the elder Nott and his heir worked around the natural restrictions preventing a couple from having many magical children. They impregnated many different women.

All of them against their will.

The ministry turned a blind eye to rape, especially where the rape resulted in a magical child. They had so few numbers after all.

"Miss Williams, my name is Theodore Silenus Nott."

A change went through her the moment he said his last name. Oh, she'd shuddered when he said his middle name. It wasn't normal like for instance John or James and so pointed to him being a little different. This woman feared the unusual, but more than that she feared the Nott family.

She had good reason to do so.

"I am not my brother," he whispered. "I am nothing like him… like them. That is why I am here, Miss Williams. I want to help you escape them."

A thousand emotions swam in her dark eyes. "Why?" she croaked finally.

"No one deserves what you endured. No one. My mother was my father's second wife. She came from a small family. They weren't powerful. Now all but one of them is dead just as my mother is. You are not the first woman my family has hurt…in this way. I will do anything to make sure you don't bear the scars of their touch any longer."

"I've tried running before. Magic makes it easy to find someone who is hiding. What makes you, child, think you can protect me when I can't protect myself?"

"I know you're bright, Ms. Williams. Your presence in Ravenclaw attested to that, but I've got access to magic and scrolls you don't."

She stared down at him. Her eyes, such a deep brown they appeared black most of the time, seared him and stripped him off all his layers. "Okay." Her voice was steadier this time. It held just a little more strength.

He couldn't help his small smile at the depth of her inner core. His brother might have done all he could to break her but she wasn't broken. Maybe she was cracked, but not quite shattered.

She stepped back and gestured for him to enter. He stepped inside the house. "Thank you. I greatly appreciate your hospitality."

"You're, uh, welcome," she murmured.

He hadn't stepped more than five feet into the house when a little boy came barreling into the room. The tyke almost ran right into Theodore. Only Theodore's outstretched hands prevented them from colliding. The woman gasped behind him. "Hello," he called the little boy after making sure he wasn't going to fall over. He lifted his hands over his tiny shoulders.

"Hi!" he exclaimed with eyes bright with excitement. "Who are you?"

"Me?" Theodore pointed to himself in mock question.

"Of course, silly. I don't know you. I know mama."

"Well, I am Theodore Nott, your uncle."

Hadrian sent off a letter to Theodore Nott exactly two hours after his accounting appointment. In the note he asked for the name of a law wizard who was accomplished at business dealings and if he wanted to meet up and talk. Nott might not know the answer as he was just a child like Hadrian, but he figured there was no harm in asking. Plus, Theodore just seemed like to the type to know attorneys, not matter their field. His family probably had one on retainer.

The thought made Hadrian grimace. The Potter family probably had a solicitor, or firm, on retainer once upon a time.

No doubt that relationship ended just when his family's money dried up. Employees did like to get paid for their services. Or maybe the association ended when Voldemort murdered his parents?

Normally, Hadrian would be nervous about sending a letter to anyone, let alone Theodore Nott, but he was too busy to be anxious.

Moving was exhausting. To be honest moving in was exhausting. It took time and effort to go from his new place to the Gringotts storage vault and back again. He'd done it three times before Imogene finally told him she could use her magick to transport his stuff if he would only ask. Blushing, Hadrian did as she asked.

It was nice to have a little something of his parents around.

The apartment turned out to be a nice three bedroom, two bath apartment in a relatively nice area. It wasn't too upscale, nor was it in the dumps. On paper, it was a three bedroom, two bath, but in reality it was a damned manor shoved into the space of an apartment. Thankfully it was fully furnished. It even included staff, well, Imogene, the house elf.

Hadrian laughed a little thinking about his reaction to her. He damn near had a heart attack when he unlocked the door and walked a few steps into the apartment only to be stopped by a three foot green thing. The need to keel over and die became even more pronounced when the little being started crying and hugging him and then wailing about how sorry it was for "not finding little master."

After he calmed Imogene, they had a relatively nice chat. It turned out her name, it was female, was Imogene and she was her father's personal house elf. She worked for his dad after he moved out of the family manor, but hadn't moved with him when his parents married.

"Miss Lily didn't like elves. She said I wasn't needed," Imogene said with a pout.

"Uh, why?"

"She said she could clean after herself and that Master James needed to learn how to clean for himself," she replied with a disgruntled sniff. Her large nose was actually turned up.

Hadrian almost smiled at her attitude but knew better. He was a quick learner. Offending Imogene was bad news. He nodded his head in understanding. While he loved the idea of never having to clean up after himself again having a servant, even a magical one was a little disturbing.

Since Hadrian didn't know anything about house elves and his books didn't talk about them, he decided to ask Imogene about herself and her people. That was an interesting conversation. Apparently house elves were not related to Elves, but brownies and loved working for their masters. At least if they were good masters.

The ties house elves had to their masters were meant to be two-way but over time the magic distorted and made them slaves. In order to survive an elf needed to be bound. To a place or person. Apparently, Hogwarts had hundreds of house elves. It was a house elf refuge for any elf that was given clothes, couldn't find another family or person to bind themselves to, and didn't want to die.

Imogene didn't go into detail about "clothes". He could tell she didn't like the topic despite wearing clothes. When he pointed that out to her she curtly replied that she, "Wore a uniform like all distinguished house elves and wouldn't dare wear clothes. I like living thank you very much." End of discussion.

Hadrian learned to never give Imogene clothes. "The laundry basket in your room is there for a reason," she told him with a sharp glare.

A few days passed since Hadrian moved in and he was getting a hand on his parent's estate. Hadrian and Imogene were going over the financial statements for the last five years. It seemed since his parent's death, nothing had come and very little was going out. This was a good thing. The little that was coming in came from a few investments his parents made before they died. It was not very interesting reading.

Nothing like the ten years before his parent's died. Hadrian didn't even think it was possible to spend that much money in so little time but his parents managed to do the unthinkable. Not all of it was unwise purchases. He couldn't understand a fair amount of their banking statements but a good number of galleons and pounds appeared to go toward bad investments in the magical and normal world.

Luckily, Hadrian had Imogene to ask certain questions. It seemed his father never stopped giving Imogene work. Whenever his mother wasn't home and there was a mess he couldn't handle, he called Imogene. According to her, that was fairly often as his father was always working on pranks, even after he left school. More often than not Imogene and his father talked while she cleaned. Hadrian guessed they were less master and employee and more friends.

He liked that thought. He hoped he and Imogene could have that kind of relationship.

From Imogene, Hadrian knew one of the larger expenditures 5.7 million pounds was lost in a real estate venture in London with a normal commercial real estate company. The deal fell through before they even broke ground and the company went bankrupt.

Another 1.5 galleons were lost in a wizarding venture to build another wizard only village a couple miles outside Dublin. Death Eaters burned it to the ground and killed a couple of the workers. No one wanted to live there afterward.

What wasn't spent on poor business choices was used to upkeep a very lavish lifestyle. His parents spent money on trips, manor renovations and incredible collectables.

Hadrian Potter, former scum of Privet Drive, owned three different diamond rings with five carats and more jewel weight, and half a dozen Ceylon Sapphire rings, Burmese rubies, and Columbian emeralds for each type of jewel. He had necklaces and bracelets and even a goblin made tiara.

From his father he had shrunken, antique luxury cars and motorcycles in pristine condition. It appeared that either his dad or grandfather was fascinated with them although neither one of them drove them much or even at all, gold and silver jeweled watches and cuff links.

Hadrian wasn't sure how much his stuff was currently worth as his Gringotts account was very basic. They would charge him an additional fee to tell him how much his stuff was worth and he thought it might just pay him to do it in London. After all a galleon was ten dollars. Considering how much stuff he had it might cost hundreds of galleons. Plus, it just made sense to sell the normal goods in the normal world. He doubted it would cost thousands of dollars in regular London. At least he hoped not.

Plus, new in the wizarding world was antique to the normal world. The Potters, long before his parents married, had a large collection of antique furniture, jewelry, books and clothes. While most of it was wizarding items that could never be shown to normal people, like the ancient Greek urn with llama depictions that actually moved, a fair amount according to the paperwork was normal or muggle stuff that could fetch quite a lot of money.

He was chewing his bottom lip, wondering if he should run out and snag someone's phone book, when Hedwig flew over to him. She had a letter on her right leg. Hadrian eyed it wondering what it said. He knew whom it was from. He sent Hedwig to Theodore to ask him for some information and if the slytherin wanted to meet somewhere and hang out.

He hoped the other boy said yes. To both.

"Are you going to take the letter, Master Hadrian, or simply stare at it?"

Hadrian turned slowly to look at Imogene. There were moments like now where Hadrian wondered just what kind of employee his little house elf was. She spoke to him like no other employee should. At least he thought so judging by all the shows he watched on the television the last night. He huffed and took the letter Hedwig held out. No point in putting off the inevitable.

He quickly read through the letter and then read it again to make sure he didn't miss anything the first time.

It was Theodore and the slytherin had a few names he thought would be helpful, a law firm that covered magical and normal law. To be honest, the boy wanted to meet Hadrian today. Later today, but still today.

"Master Hadrian, are you alright? You look a little faint."

He felt a little faint and nervous, and excited. Theodore wanted to meet up with in the normal world. He wanted to eat lunch and then hang out. At an arcade.

"I'm fine, Imogene." And he was. He was more than fine. He was finally going to be able to do something fun with someone, a friend, in the normal world. With no Dudley to ruin things. He'd done some exciting things with Ron and Hermione and hung out a little with the rest of the first year Gryffindor boys but this was different, and for some reason felt more special. "Theodore would just like to meet me later today."

"That is great, Master Hadrian. Do you have time to go through the books before your engagement?"

He blushed at the word engagement. Imogene's terms were very old school and sometimes that was very embarrassing. She made it sound like he was engaged to Theodore. "Uh, yeah. He wants to meet at one." It was a little after eight. Hadrian was too excited about his new home to sleep long. Not that he was used to really sleeping in from the Dursely's and Hogwarts. In the few hours since he'd awoken, he'd learned more about his family than he had the last eleven years of his life. Apparently every member of his family kept a diary about their lives. Hadrian's father kept one for each year after he turned eleven and started Hogwarts. He'd already started reading his father's diary about his first year. Words couldn't describe how he felt when Imogene first handed him that book.
Thanks to Imogene Hadrian knew about this family tradition and she'd even shown him the library book that held the spell for him to start his own diary. Apparently all the diaries were crafted by their writers. Tonight, when Hadrian returned from his meeting with Theodore, he was going to try the spell and make his own book. He wanted to write down all about his first year with Ron, Hermione, Fluffy, and Voldemort.

"Good. Little Master Hadrian, must shower, dress, and prepare before his engagement. Imogene will return when it is time." She popped away to do whatever task she gave herself to keep busy.

He glanced down and around at the books littered around the library. He sat on the floor. There were books on the floor all around him and on the large center desk and chair, and even on the couches and chaise lounge. They had all come from the storage vault. With Imogene's help, he shrunk the books and brought them home. Every book once belonged to his family, most his father. The vast majority of it was above Hadrian's head, but the topics left him reeling with excitement and the possibilities of just what magic was capable of doing.

To think a wizard could become an animal, could change the shape and properties of almost anything they got their hands on, and could make potions that could change their whole identity.

He couldn't wait until he learned enough to be able to read his father's books, and understand his handwritten notes in the margins.

Please review and tell me what you think.

Anyone who knows anything about jewels probably has an understanding of just how much money Lily spent on her rings. I love jewelry and let me tell you I had fun looking up some of the pieces I pictured. FYI, in my mind Lily spent quite a bit of time at Harry Winston.

I know I introduced another OC here. You might as well get used to it, but I promise the OCs will not be anything more than minor characters, at least all but one. Hadrian and Theo will be the focus of this story. They won't be doing any thing remotely graphic for quite a few chapters since they're 11 now, but as they age well... :-D