This is the last(i think) of the Roses with a scent of death series. I may or may not add more.

Everyone thought Albus Severus Potter was strange. While James, Teddy, and Lily would play Quidditch, Albus would stay inside and help his father with reports. Instead of reading books about myth and fantasy like most kids, he would read about history in the wizarding world and muggle world.

The biggest shock was when he was eleven years old. Instead of being sorted in Gryffindor like his family, he shocked the Wizarding World by being in Slytherin.

His father and siblings weren't that surprised, Albus wasn't as loud as his siblings and thought about things in a cunning, sneaky way.

His mother however was the exact opposite. For the whole first week of school over 21 howlers were sent each day, one for each meal. Harry tried to stop it but had to go on a mission for two months. The teachers and his cousin turned a blind eye at what was happening so it was up to the other Slytherins and James to help stop it.

Sadly that group ended before it started when Ginny disowned Albus as a child. The result was instant. The flecks of brown in his eyes turned green and his wavy hair turned curlier. The height was slightly shorter and his lips became more full. The freckles that covered his nose disappeared and so did the tan color of this skin until it was a creamy pale.

That Harry did find out about that. When it happened he was at Gringotts looking at his family tree deciding who to give each title too. He had three titles in his name and had two male children and a godson to give one each. He had just decided to make Albus Heir of House Black when it changed. Albus Severus Potter turned into Allen Sebastian Potter.

Harry was confused until he realize the Allen Sebastian was the name he wanted to give Albus at birth but because of traditional wizarding customs the poor kid was called Albus Severus. But the only way it would change to the one he wanted was if...

Harry quickly looked at the Mother's' name and noticed that the line for Virginia Potter to Allen Sebastian Potter was blacked out.

"That Bitch."


It wasn't a huge surprise that the Potters were divorced a month later with Harry having custody over all three kids.

Ginny Weasley was left at her parents' house and was forbidden to speak to Alb-Allen without at least two adults near by.

James and Lily were disowned for taking their father's side. James' brown eyes turned green like his grandmother and Lilly's' hair turned a auburn red with hazel eyes. James didn't have a pudgy nose anymore turned as straight as Albus and Lily was paler than Albus. Both of them lost their freckles and James was pissed off that he became shorter, but on the bright side he could become seeker now. Finally, Lily became Amaryllis Luna Potter and James became Charles Sirius Potter.

Harry had always thought it was creepy that both of his kids were named after both his parents, naming one of them after a parent was fine but both is just weird. After all, whenever they heard a story about how Lily and James would do this, they would think the individual was talking about them and it would be awkward. Especially when Hagrid would tell stories about how many times he caught Lily and James in a closet together.

It usually took five seventh-years and two teachers to pull the two kids off Hagrid.


Allen tired to read the book but his brain wasn't having it. All the words were spinning off the page and he was getting angry. He needed fresh air and he needed it now.

Allen jumped off the chair and opened the door to outside. While walking down the road, he noticed a field of flowers. He frowned 'That's strange, how did I not notice that for?' He had made sure to check everywhere around the neighborhood the family had moved into a week ago. His new stepmother Luna Potter wanted to live near nature to look for 'Blibbering Humdingers' and Harry had agreed. Not because he wanted to look for fake creatures but because Ginny and the whole Weasley clan were breathing down his throat asking him to take Ginny back, and a Muggle neighborhood was the last place they look.

As he got closer he noticed that the field was on the other side of the small neighborhood. Allen fingered the wand in his jeans and walked across the street and behind the houses until a good thirty minutes away was a field of roses. Roses of many colors shone beautiful in the setting sun's view.

Allen looked around carefully avoiding thorns until he saw silver dazzle between the roses. He reached down to the glittering light and was about to pick it up when a thorn pricked him. Instead out flinching at the sharp cut he ignored it and picked up the silver item. It didn't have any jewels or anything just a simple ring with writing on it, and it was so dirty you couldn't read the words written on it. Allen began to wipe it with his shirt when-

"Having fun?" His father almost scared the shit out of him. Allen jumped back and dropped the ring, losing it in the fiesta of roses.

"F-Father!" Harry grinned a what Allen dubbed 'Marauders' grin'. "What are you doing here?"

Harry's Marauders' grin turned into a soft smile "This is where I go when I need some quiet time." His eyes turned to the sky.

Allen observed his father. While Harry was mostly calm he looked almost like he did back in old albums of him back in Hogwarts before the Dark Lord's' return. When there was no troubles and no worries.

Allen felt like he was intruding "Well I better go so that you can alone." He was a few feet away when Harry called out "Al come here for a sec"

Allen walked back to his father and was surprised when he grabbed his hand. "What-" He stopped when he noticed it. The cut from the thorn was dep and blood had been running down his hand. Allen was surprised he hadn't noticed, most of the time he was aware on his own self but his caught him off guard.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head. "How does one not notice yourself bleeding?" He pulled a band-aid out his pocket and wrapped it around the wound. "We'll clean it out when we get home."

Allen nodded and the two Potters stood in awkward silence.

"Father, do you blame me for your divorce?"

There was silence for a few seconds until a hand rested on his curls.

"No, Ginny and I were already planning to divorce but we were going to wait til Amaryllis went to Hogwarts. All you did was rush the process. Don't ever blame yourself for it."

They stood there talking about random subjects from Harry's work to Allen's friends until darkness hit and they had to go home.

"Hey Al, i'll come in a bit." Allen raised an eyebrow but continued on his way.

When Allen was out of site, Harry bend down and picked up a sliver ring off the ground. It was practically glowing in the moon's light. Harry wiped the dirt off and almost laughed at what was engraved.

"I guess your past doesn't always disappear." He chuckled and placed the ring in his pocket. After all, it wouldn't do for Allen to find the ring.


As Allen laid to sleep in his bed, he couldn't help but recall how the ring reminded him of a strange dream he had.

"Who would be at the door at this time in the night?" A tall pale man yelled at nobody in particular. "And especially in this weather!"

When he answered the door instead of seeing someone that he could crucio at til they threw up, there was a babe in a basket. The poor thing was crying at the top of it's little lungs and it's face was blue from screaming. The man quickly levitated the baby into the living room and ordered the house elf Susie for some warm blankets.

He quickly took the babe out the basket and took the boy (?) out of his drenched and soaked clothes (definitely a boy). While wrapping the dark haired child in warm blankets he noticed a letter stapled to the boy's top.

'To Tom,

This child here is your son, and don't worry he's not a bastard. He was born a month late. I have no wish to take care of him.

From Aquarius Black- Do Not Respond.'

Tom crushed the letter with anger. Of course his bitch of an ex-wife would abandon her own flesh and blood. Just because he wasn't 'Pure'. The exact reason why they split. She found out he was a half-blood and left him but not before begin put under a vow to never tell anyone or her life and magic would transfer to him. Now that she had done this he was going to kill her as soon as he had a chance.

"Wah" Tom snapped out of this thoughts to glance at his son. Tom had a child to look after and as soon as the child could survive by itself for a few hours Aquarius Black was going to die.

Tom rocked the babe in his arms and did a mental note to take the child to a healer in the morning. As the child fell asleep Tom realized the boy needed a name. He didn't want him to have a simple name like his own but one with a nickname that was simple would be fine.

Dominic Caspar Riddle? No, it sounded a bit much

Titus Gaius Riddle? Hell no, the poor child would be teased for years.

Kato Anthony Riddle? The name wasn't bad but Kato sounded Asian.

Hadrian Jackson Riddle? Perfect. Besides he recalled having a relative called Hadrian from his mother's' side. A shame the poor boy died at age seven. But if he hadn't died Marvolo Gaunt wouldn't have become heir so Tom didn't care that much.

"Susie!" Tom called out softly. The elf appeared."Bring me Great-Uncle Hadrian heir ring." The elf returned with a simple silver ring with no special design except for engraving on the stone. The ring was minimized and placed on the babe's finger with a quick spell made sure it would stay on til death.

Tom looked the now sleeping child and smiled "Welcome my darling son, Hadrian Jackson Riddle."

The golden engraving of the ring shone brightly in the light showing anyone who came by the little child's name,

Hadrian.