Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters in the Harry Potter universe. I also have never gone to University and do not know how things are there, but this fitted my story so I used it.

Title: The White Lord
Summary: Harry Potter is betrayed by those he trusted. Therefore he went back in time to be unified with his soulmate and help him on his way to balanse between Light and Dark.
Pairing: Hadrian (Harry)/Voldemort

AN: Thank you for all the reviews!

Chapter 3 – University Professor, a wizard and a letter

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts school of Wizarding and Witchcraft. He looked very worried down at a paper lying on his desk.

There was a knock on the door and two persons walked in. Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall looked at the troubled Headmaster and took two seats in front of him.

"Minerva, Severus. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, perhaps? Or maybe I can tempt you with a lemon drops?"

Taking his own offer and putting a lemon drops in his mouth, looking at his guests in inquire. Both shook their heads, telling him they did not want anything.

"You summoned us here, Albus. What is it that you wanted?" Severus Snape's voice was full for the scowled that covered his face. He was obviously angry about being there. Maybe he was interrupted in his work? Minerva McGonagall just looked at the elder wizard waiting for why they were called to the office.

Albus Dumbledore sighed. "I just got a very disturbing letter from an old friend of mine." He drunk a mouthful from the teacup he had standing on his desk. The tea was almost cold after sitting at the desk while the Headmaster read the disturbing letter he had gotten.

"He tells me that Harry Potter is in fact not with his relatives like we have believed the last ten years, he is actually at a muggle University. I don't know how he got there; the only thing I know is that he was placed at an orphanage when we left him with his relatives."

"That is terrible!" The outcry came from the deputy headmistress. "How could they do something like that to him, he is their family!"

The Potions Master just sneered. Even angrier because the only reason he was called to the office like a servant was because of the offspring Potter. He had truly hated the late Potter, and he was prepared to hate the young brat Potter too.

"What does he do at a muggle University, Albus?"

"Alas, Severus, I have no idea." The old man looked a bit confused at the letter. "Maybe he was adopted by someone working at the University?"

"What can we do about it Albus?" The worried voice of McGonagall broke in. "He must know nothing about his heritage!"

"Yes, well, it was why I asked you here."

"More like ordered." came the silent mutter from the Potion Master. The other two ignored it like they were used to do.

"We need to get in contact with him, of course. Severus do you not have some colleagues friends at one of the Universities?"

"Yes I do." He said with a frown. "But we have not been in contact, more than letters, for years."

"Splendid! That is a very good reason to get in contact with this friend of your again."

And the manipulating old wizard sat back in his seat with a big grandfatherly smile to the two professors, his eyes twinkling merrily. Severus Snape wanted to bang his head at the table by how masterfully he had been played. But he did not, just sneered, showing his displease about the appointment by sneering and storming out in a dignified manner.

-m-

They stood in groups, gossiping. Hushed whispers, sometimes a laugher and snickering about someone's poor fate. There was champagne and canapés, formal dress code, servants and everything that usually was there at a formal dinner with the University professors and wives/husbands.

Hadrian stood a bit away from the groups. He did not like the gossiping or the down raking of others, therefore he kept out of it and the other people respected his wishes about that.

It was not like he couldn't have a pleasant conversation about something else.

Once a while he felt the stares from some of the groups, and if he strained himself to hear he would hear the whispers about his age and his professorships, about how popular he was with the students even though he was just a ten year old.

But he did not wish to hear those conversations, especially because they were about him.

The dinner hall was decorated in red, green, white and golden colors, to symbolize the time they were celebrating: Christmas. There were mistletoe hanging around, the table was decorated with false snow and in the background there was a big Christmas tree.

Hadrian was admiring one of the decorations, a golden angel with a harp when he heard someone behind him clearing their throat. Turning around he spotted someone he had not thought he would see for some time yet.

"Good evening, School Master. Merry Christmas."

"Yes, yes, merry Christmas to you too, Hadrian. How do you do this evening? Enjoying the pleasant conversations?"

"I was admiring the decorations; they have overdone themselves this year."

"Oh, not too much I hope, you know how many of us enjoy this holyday."

"Not too much, I assure you, it is quite lovely." Hadrian was on his way to ask if he could be presented to the man he had hoped to avoid for a while yet, but was interrupted.

"Why have you not invited some of your friends here this year, Hadrian?"

"Friends, School Master?"

"Those you travel to London for every other week? Are they not your friends from earlier schools or something?"

"Ah, no School Master. Those are business trips you see. I have a lot of contacts and people I know on a strictly business basis and need to keep up contact."

"Of course, a man in such a job and position as ours has a lot of contacts."

Hadrian nodded and turned a little so that he could better see the other man: "Do you want to introduce me to your guest, School Master?"

The School Master at Hadrian over his glasses, like looking at an unruly child and said resigned. "How many times have I told you to call me Oven?"

"One more time than the last time you asked I am afraid, sir."

"Oh, well…" Hadrian saw that the other man got an amused look in his eyes before going blank again. "This is an old friend and colleague of mine, Severus Snape. He is truly a genius and is working with some alternative biology and chemistry. Truly fascinating things."

Severus Snape bended his neck an inkling to Hadrian.

"And this Severus is the prodigy I have told you about, Hadrian Jove Peters! He is only ten and already a professor in four, almost five, subjects."

"And what are those subjects then?" Severus Snape sneered a little.

Oven smiled and looked at Hadrian with a look that said; 'don't take offence with him, he is just like that'.

Hadrian bowed to the Potion Master. "I have professorship in Biology, Chemistry, Psychology and History sir."

"And you are both prodigies! Therefore I think you have a lot to talk about! If you excuse me Rose looks like she is lonely over there." And then Oven was gone, leaving the Hadrian and Severus Snape alone together.

"And then he is on it again."

"On what?" Severus looked at the young boy before him. He was dressed in a formal black suit and tie and trousers with press. He did not look like a ten year old boy, but much older. At least around fourteen. When the Potions Master first saw the boy, he had thought Hadrian looked very regal. He had something about him that made him less like a brat and more like the aristocrat he should not have to be yet.

"He is trying to set me up with someone."

"Set you up? Are you not a bit young for that?"

"Friends. He tries to get me friends because he believes I am lonely being my age and everything, like he did when he asked me about my contacts in London."

"Do you not have any friends?"

"Yes I do, I have colleagues and acquaints from Eton, my former school and business partners. And of course there are the students."

"That is not friends."

"For me that is enough, sir."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Hadrian got a feeling from Severus Snape that felt a lot like pity, but also a little understanding. Severus Snape understood him, but Hadrian knew that already, a pity Severus Snape did not.

"You work with alternative Biology, was it not?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"There is not much to tell, you will soon find out anyway."

"Oh, have there been some big discovery that will be shared with us normal Biology scientists?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Well then, I think the new theory with using genetic technology to get the property you need from the plants without all the property you don't need."

"It sounds like a sound theory, but I do not believe it is going to work. It is too farfetched. More like a dream."

"Many things were discovered because of dreams, Mr. Snape. Because someone dreamed of doing something that others thought was impossible. That is called ambition, is it not?"

Severus Snape looked at the young man beside him. He was entirely different from how he had pictured the Potter brat to be. This young man was truly interesting. And he obviously knew things. He needed to get closer to him, as per the Headmasters orders, and here was a way to do it.

"You are one of the professors. Do you have classes?"

"Of course I have."

"I am interested in learning more about Biology, is it possible for me to be invited to some of your classes?"

"The Schoolmaster is your friend. I can't see any reason to why you should not be able to see some of my classes."

-m-

The first class Severus Snape attended was more of an eye opener than he would have thought. Potter, or Peters as he believed himself to be, was a perfect teacher. He was charismatic, included the students, made the lecture easy to understand and follow because he understood the students. And, Severus Snape observed, the students loved him.

While sitting in on the lecture he experienced that there was a lot he did not know, of course he knew that from before, but here he got the perfect chance to learn more. And the one teaching him was no other than the Potter brat.

"I enjoyed the class immensely. You have a way with your students that included everyone and made the experience good."

It was after the first lecture and Severus Snape approached Hadrian, he had found a way he thought could be a good way to learn more about the young teacher, and soon to be student at Hogwarts.

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Snape."

"Can I treat you to lunch, perhaps? And maybe I can ask some questions about your lecture?"

Severus Snape let the boy scrutinize him, looking for something the Potions Master did not know. After a little while Potter gave a nod.

"That sounds good. Where do you want to go?"

-m-

After that they established a routine. Severus Snape would attend at least one lecture every week, often two or three, and then they would go to eat and discuss the lecture to better learning and understanding.

Severus Snape discovered that the young Potter boy was very knowledgeable, and he liked to discuss with him because he challenged him into thinking different from before. And he discovered the quite liked the experience.

He could almost not wait for Potter to get to Hogwarts, so that they could discuss Potions in addition to muggle Biology. Because he was certain that it would not be long before the boy would be able to challenge him in Potions too. And he was looking forward to it.

In the mean time he enjoyed the time had got with the young professor, between all the classes he taught at Hogwarts.

-m-

It was two weeks into the summer break that the Headmaster called him to the office again because of Potter. After declining the usually invitation to tea, he looked between the two old people sitting with him. It was Albus that started the dreaded conversation, while McGonagall sipped her tea.

"How does it go with meeting Harry Potter?"

Severus Snape lifted an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes.

"For heaven's sake, Severus, have you meet the boy or not?" said Minerva impatiently.

"I have."

"And how is he?"

"He lives in the best of health."

"That was not what I asked about, even if I am happy to hear it."

"And what did you ask about then?"

"How he is. Is he a nice boy? Does he have many friends? How are his living conditions? Is he happy where he is? Does he have good manners? Does he know anything about the wizarding world?" Minerva was now sitting at the edge of her chair and Albus was leaning in closer to the Potions Master.

He is an interesting boy, who by all looks to get on well with his associates. His living conditions are just fine, and he is seemingly happy where he is. His manners are as good as you can expect and if he knows about the wizarding world, he has not given any signs to me."

Minerva snorted. "You know Severus; you have a way of answering questions that is not really answers."

Severus Snape just smirked at that. He was not a Slytherin for nothing.

-m-

Hadrian was sitting in a chair in the Professors yard at Oxford University and enjoying the sunny afternoon. Flora was lying in the grass beside him, doing the same. It was not often that they got to relax like this, just taking pleasure in the sun and silence. More often than not, the yard would be crowded with people, but today he and Flora were all alone.

"How long until you get your letter from those wizards?"

"Not long now. I believe it could be any day now."

"Do you think the dark haired one will come with it?"

"I believe that it will come with an owl."

"Owls are stupid."

"Not all of them."

"Maybe not, but I think they are."

"I will need an owl when I start school."

"I will pick it. Then I know it won't be stupid and I can tolerate it."

Hadrian laughed at that. Sometimes Flora had an odd sense of humor.

"What is so funny?" the familiar voice came out of nowhere. Hadrian was not sure if he liked that he had relaxed so much that he had not noticed when the Potions Master came in close to him. Still with his eyes closed he saw and felt when the man shadowed the sun. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Severus Snape.

Somehow the man looked better this time around then that Hadrian remembered of him from his first year. His hair was not so greasy and his dark looks not so intimidating.

"It is not often someone hear you laugh, Hadrian. What amused you enough that you expressed it out loud? Maybe you can share it with me so that I can get something to amuse myself with?"

"It was nothing especially amusing, Severus." They had started to address each other by their first name after the first lunch together. "I was just talking with Flora about owls."

"Flora? Who is Flora? There is no one else here."

In answer to that, Hadrian bended to the ground and lifted Flora up and presented her to the dark man. "This is Flora, my companion. She has been with me since I was four."

Severus scrutinized the snake in Hadrian's arms. "Did you know that this is a special snake?"

"I know she is different from normal snakes, yes."

Severus said no more about it. He just looked at the two, one boy sitting with a snake in a garden chair in a restricted yard and thought about how they would shake Hogwarts when they came there. "You were talking about owls, you said?"

"Yes, I was wondering when it would get here."

"Soon I think. The letters was sent out yesterday."

"Is that why you are here, Severus? To inform me about it? Tell me that it is not a joke from some idiots?"

"Yes."

"Well then. Good for you that I already know. You do not have to explain anything."

"Do you know about your special status in our world as well?"

"Yes."

They were silent. Severus had sat himself down in one of the free chairs, facing Hadrian.

"You don't seem surprised that I know."

"I am not. Sometimes it seems like you know many things you should not. I have gotten used to it."

"That is one of the things I like about you Severus, you adapt quickly."

"Sometimes I wish I did not."

"But it is what kept you alive in a world on the rand of destroying itself."

"You know more than is good for you. Now I wonder how Hogwarts will take you."

"They will wonder how I was placed in Slytherin."

Before Severus got to say anything more, a brown barn owl flew down and dropped a letter in Hadrian's lap before flying up and perch itself on one of the window sills. It started preening its feathers after the flight.

"Well then it looks like my letter arrived. You will be teaching me soon enough Professor Snape." The man nodded, acknowledging Hadrian's smirk

On the outside of the letter the address was written in green ink.

Harry James Potter

The Yard

University of Oxford, England