Hadrian Potter: The Rise of Lord Peverell
I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I did.
Summary: He was abandoned, beaten, and left for dead. When he's introduced to the world of magic and learns of his family's betrayal he vows to be remembered. For this is the story of Hadrian Potter: The Rise of Lord Peverell. HP/DG
Harry is dark and has a sarcastic sense of humor. Wrong-Boy-Who Lived theme
Thinking/Spells/Foreign Language
Diagon Alley, Banks, and Snakes
Hadrian felt himself slowly be brought back to the waking world as his body arose from the sweet, alluring sleep he was in. Grunting in annoyance at the morning light he tossed and turned in the bed as he tried to go back to sleep.
Letting out a sigh at the losing battle, he awoke with a yawn and reluctantly rose as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. Rolling his stiff muscles, his mind drifted onto the night before.
'One of these days, I really have to learn how to apparate. Making a badass exit is gonna be a pain in the ass if I have to grab hold of Stryker's arm every time we have to escape.' He mentally grumbled.
Yesterday was a good day. He robbed the treasure hunters of their money and the legendary map of Emyn Muil before embracing his darkness and using his skills to slaughter them all.
'Oh well, its not like the world is gonna miss them anyway.' He thought. 'Aurors must have been looking for them for a while, judging by the number of them who popped up.'
'Too bad for them we got the money first.' He chuckled.
Making his way to the living room he saw his mentor, Stryker, in all his dark and mysterious glory eating a bowl of cereal while reading the Daily Prophet.
Smirking at the mental image of their flabbergasted expression at the missing money he spoke out loud. "Hey Stryker when are you going to teach me more powerful magic? All the runes, wards, and Curse Breaking skills you taught me are cool but I can't always depend on that to get me out of tight spots."
"Your magic is still developing Hadrian. If you overtax it you could damage your magical core beyond repair. That's why most children your age don't start their magical education until they reach the age of eleven." Stryker said.
"Still can't you teach me some more combat or dark spells? I'm not exactly getting any younger you know." Hadrian stated while sitting down.
"Dark magic may be powerful Hadrian but as you know it's also crafty and highly addictive. You need the right hatred, motivation, and anger to use these spells. However, you also need to bend the dark magic to your every command, without being succumbed to its addictive nature. Only by having the right mental fortitude and will power can you do this lest you lose your sanity to these spells." Stryker softly whispered.
"Is this the reason why you decided to teach me Occlumency?" Hadrian asked.
"Indeed it helps with controlling your emotions and thoughts. If you are truly set on the path you have started on you're going to need a tremendous amount of focus and control in order to master what I and many others will teach you later on. It also can prevent mental intrusion from others." Stryker softly stated.
"People can look into my head?" Hadrian exclaimed in alarm. If they managed to get inside his head, they would surely find out about his ambitions and his past.
"Yes, but only those who have learned the skill Legilimency can do it. It allows the caster to forcibly enter someone else's mind to look into their memories or read their thoughts and intentions." Stryker explained.
"Ha-have you used legilimency on me?" Hadrian asked with trepidation.
"Yes" Stryker bluntly said.
"WHAT!" Hadrian asked alarmed.
"Oh don't give me that look Hadrian I used it multiple times to see if you were qualified to be my apprentice. I didn't stay alive by being naïve, trusting, and weak. Only the strong survive Hadrian you and I both know this." Stryker said coldly.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I like someone digging through my head." Hadrian sneered glaring at Stryker.
"Then do something about it. The best defense is always best offense." Stryker patiently responded.
"Alright so if I master this, I will be able to control my emotions, guard my mind, and use dark magic freely while keeping my sanity." Hadrian asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"That's pretty much the gist of it" Stryker responded in amusement.
"On that note, when are we going hunting for the Emyn Muil? I don't exactly like the idea of a parasite soul latched onto my forehead you know." Hadrian asked switching topics.
"Mmm...we should be ready in a couple of days we will need gold to fund our little voyage and although the money from those slave traders helped we will need a little more to make the trip." Stryker murmured.
"I believe a trip to Gringotts is needed." Stryker concluded.
"Well then lets get going then old man." Hadrian said eager to get that blasted soul leech off his head.
"If you haven't noticed Hadrian I'm still eating my breakfast." Stryker drawled.
"Fine, ruin my fun will you? Killjoy." Hadrian grumbled.
After freshening up and finishing breakfast Hadrian left the small safehouse he was currently living in and immediately grabbed on to Stryker's arm as they disappeared into the magical business district of Diagon Alley.
'Yeah, I'm definitely gonna have to learn how to apparate.' Hadrian thought with a sneer while immediately letting go of Stryker's arm.
Taking in his surroundings he spotted various witches and wizards browsing the alley's shops with small narrow roads leading onwards. He spotted few curious children his age looking around a toy shop but continued towards his destination.
He paused at the steps of Gringotts as he remembered the first time he visited the famous Goblin's bank.
Flashback
3 years ago...
He had done it. He had finally killed the Dursleys. His mind was numb from what had happened half an hour ago and his eyes were wide but submerged with a dead look in them. His hands still twitched as an after-effect of complete rushing adrenaline. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered that he should feel horrified at what he had done; that he had murdered his so called relatives and committed a horrendous crime. A thought struck him, he was now officially a killer. As realization dawned on him, Hadrian felt his knees grow weak and staggered on a nearby bench. As he sat down, his entire being started to shake as the shock finally started to sink in. He began to take deep breaths to calm himself.
'Panicking will not help anything. I need to calm myself...' He thought.
He knew he should be ashamed of himself; that he should feel guilt and sorrow for his actions. But he couldn't bring himself to feel those emotions despite his attempts. The Dursleys hated him and abused him for as long as he could remember. The feeling was mutual and he couldn't bring himself to care whether they died or not. What confused and scared him was the manner in which they were killed.
Under the guidance of his mentor, Stryker, he found a minor dark ritual to combat the malnourishment that he suffered during his tenure with the Dursleys. The problem was that he needed a couple of sacrifices in order to complete the ritual. Stryker thought that the Dursleys matched the description of sacrifices perfectly and this was the result.
"Stryker." At his soft command the old man standing beside him turned and looked to him as calm as ever. He seemed to glide towards him and he noticed that Stryker didn't seem bothered in the least.
Sensing his apprentice's discomfort, Stryker spoke to him "What you have just done is not a mindless slaughter. Yes, you killed them but ask yourself this: Isn't this fair retribution for all that they made you endure." Stryker asked in a soft tone as he opened his eyes to meet his chilling yellow gaze.
"Your uncle stabbed you for trying to defend yourself. Your cousin bullied and beat you for your entire life at their house. Your aunt scorned and ridiculed you and forced you into slavery." Stryker to reasoned with him.
"What you did was completely justified. I believe the old saying is an eye for an eye. You needed to stabilize yourself and they needed to pay for their sins. By doing this ritual you have saved yourself months of recooperation from their treatment."
"And besides do not tell me that you did not enjoy taking your revenge Hadrian." Stryker finished calmly with a calculating glint in his yellow orbs.
"You are right. I did enjoy killing them. That ritual changed me Stryker, I can feel it. The darkness and bloodlust burns in my veins and I like it. I like the feeling of power coursing through me." Hadrian spoke softly.
Before Stryker could respond he cut him off. "But, you were in control the entire time not me. I do not like being manipulated no matter what. I will make one thing clear: I am in control and I will always be in control." He coldly snapped at him.
Stryker regarded him with a blank expression and calculating gaze before nodding his head in acceptance with a small smirk. "Very well Hadrian. It shall be as you say."
"You will teach me magic and give me knowledge and make me powerful as you promised." He continued coldly.
"I believe that is the reason for you becoming my apprentice." Stryker mockingly stated.
He stood up once again but there was a change in his appearance. No longer the powerful, yet hesitant and weak boy who remained ignorant of the world around him. The boy now had a cold and determined look to him. His emerald eyes raged as a fiery inferno raging with dark power.
As he walked away, his mind wandered to the act of revenge against the Dursleys. He liked it. He reveled in it. The tables have turned. Now he was the one in control. The feeling of powerlessness he had despised so much was replaced as the dark power coursed trough his veins.
No more would he be the one to run away from others in fear. No more would he be oppressed and bullied. He experienced a taste of that power and now he wanted it. The power to forge his own destiny.
His parents had abandoned him. Hadrian had waited years for them, but they never came. No one came, in fact, because no one cared, he realized. They didn't care he was abused. They didn't care that he was slowly dying from it.
He was sick of waiting for others to rescue him. He would rescue himself. Stryker was right. 'The strong survive and the weak perish.'
Together apprentice and master walked away, united and strong. Hadrian Potter had made his choice.
And thus died the little boy known as Hadrian James Potter. Reborn with vengeance and determination, he would stop at nothing to forge his own destiny.
'The day will come when I will be stronger and stand on top of the world. And ALL shall tremble before my name for it will be never forgotten.'
1 year later...
The past year had been quite the interesting experience for the young wizard. He had finally freed himself from the shackle his relatives had placed on him and made his own way into the world.
"So you are saying there is a hidden magical alley where I can get supplies and materials?" Hadrian asked curiously.
"Quite, its the polar opposite of the alley that you encountered when we first met." Stryker replied.
"What was that alley's name again?" Hadrian asked while scratching his head while looking for an inn called The Leaky Cauldron.
"That alley's name was called Knockturn Alley. The alley that we are currently headed to is called Diagon Alley." Stryker whispered.
Currently he was disguised courtesy of a glamour charm making his usual jet-black hair and emerald eyes appearance turn into blonde hair and brown eyes respectively. His facial structure had changed as well so no one would recognize him. It would be best to show caution and to not show his true appearance.
Now at the age of seven Hadrian had grown taller and thanks to the ritual involving the Dursleys he now looked like a healthy seven year old young wizard, albeit much colder and more deadly.
As Stryker had promised he began to teach him all that he needed to know. Runes, Wards, and Curse Breaking being the majority of them. Stryker also taught him non-magical subjects such as spellings, grammar, mathematics, and history.
Thanks to the Daily Prophet and some information gathering on his own he quickly learned more on his so called family's background and the fact that for all intents and purposes he didn't even exist.
Apparently, he had a brother named Charles Potter who along with Neville Longbottom were hailed the Boys-Who-Lived for defeating Dark Lord called Voldemort of all things.
'What king of moron calls himself Voldemort of all things? It's so retarded beyond belief.'
The Potter's were also quite the rich and important family with tons of political power. However, as he tried to look for information on himself he found nothing. It's like he never even existed.
For some unknown reason he was sent to live with the Dursleys and Stryker suggested that to learn more he visit Gringotts for information.
And so Hadrian found himself at the door to the The Leaky Cauldron. Changing his expression into a blank mask he entered the inn with Stryker right beside him. Immediately the sound of chattering, laughter, and murmurs reached his ears as the customers sat and talked with each other while others sat down and enjoyed their food.
"I believe the entrance to the Alley is near the back Hadrian." Stryker whispered.
Spying a young woman making her way to the back Hadrian discreetly followed and watched in fascination as the woman tapped her wand in a certain sequence. The walls shifted and then the Alley revealed itself.
Quickly slipping through the opening, he turned his wide eyes and looked upon Diagon Alley for the first time. Rows and rows of shops lined next to each other where a bunch of wizards and witches roamed getting whatever they needed being clothes, books, or cauldrons.
"You should really close your mouth before it catches flies Hadrian" Stryker chuckled.
Closing his mouth shut, Hadrian looked towards the tall building at the end of the alley. It was a big building with granite stones for steps while long white pillars supported its large dome where a steady flow of wizards and witches entered and exited from.
"That building is called Gringotts. It's ran by the goblin race and they are ruthlessly cunning and intelligent. They also are formidable warriors when threatened." Stryker warned him.
As he slowly began to walk up the stairs, he curiously gazed at the pair of armored goblin guards at the entrance. They were short, wrinkled, with long crooked noses and sharp teeth. Their beady eyes were alert as they scanned passersby for any sign of danger.
As soon as he was about to enter the bank Hadrian realized Stryker stopped near the entrance.
"What are you doing Stryker the bank is inside you know." Hadrian said sarcastically.
Chuckling Stryker responded "Indeed but these are your affairs not mine. I guided you to the building, that is enough. Remember to be polite and firm and you should be fine. Remember ask to speak to your account manager for information regarding your assets though. I will be at the The Leaky Cauldron when you are finished." Stryker frowned.
Nodding Hadrian took a deep breath and maintained his expression blank while walking inside the bank. He walked forward confidently with slow deliberate steps until he made is way to one of the goblins on the counter.
"I would like to exchange some of my muggle money into wizarding coins and speak to my account manager." Hadrian clearly stated while keeping his tone neutral.
"Your name?" The goblin asked without looking up from his papers on the desk.
"Hadrian Potter."
"I see and how do we know that you are who you claim to be?" The goblin asked now looking straight at him.
"Well how would you normally identify me?" Hadrian asked curiously.
"A drop of your blood is normally required, however, for a small fee an entire test could be done showing your assets and heritage." The goblin stated.
"Very well." Hadrian sighed dropping a small bag full of gold coins.
The goblin then summoned another short looking goblin while ordering it to take a blood test.
"Right this way Mr. Potter I will take you so we can validate your identity." Hadrian nodded as he was led off into the halls beyond the desks. Hadrian was taken into a small office.
Hadrian didn't even bat an eye when the goblin took out a small dagger and pricked his finger letting the small trickle of blood flow onto a parchment. The goblin then tapped the same finger with the other side of his dagger in order to heal the cut. He then murmured something under his breath. The blood on the parchment then started writing revealing the name Hadrian James Potter.
"Well Mr. Potter it seems you are who you say you are. Come I will take you to your account manager Sharptooth." Hadrian gave a quick nod and strode further through the halls of the goblin bank until he was stopped at a wooden door and led inside where a small goblin, who he presumed was the goblin named Sharptooth, was sitting in a leather chair.
Turning his shrewd gaze onto him the goblin asked "I was told that you have business with us Mr. Potter."
He gave a small nod "Greetings Master Sharptooth." Hadrian politely replied.
"Greetings Mr. Potter. You are not what you seem to be." Sharptooth replied back.
"Oh how so?" Hadrian asked interested.
"You are not a naive regular wizarding child, I can see the darkness and intelligence in your eyes."
Smirking he nodded. "Indeed. I'm merely here for business. No more, no less."
"Yes you wanted a list of your assets and your heritage." Said Sharptooth as he studied the parchment he was given before sliding it over to him.
Curiously reaching for the parchment, he brought it up to read.
Name: Hadrian James Potter
Age: 7
Birthdate: July 31st, 1991
Family: Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter
Parents: James Charles Potter - Father and Lillian Rose Potter nee Evans - Mother
Blood Relations: Charles Percival Potter (Brother) Petunia Dursley nee Evans (Aunt)- Deceased, Dudley Dursley (Cousin)-Deceased
Blood Status: Half Blood
Magical Status: Wizard
Magical Core: High - may reach Archmage level by magical maturity
Special Abilities: Parseltongue and Parselmagic
Others: Soul Fragment in scar.
Trust Vault for Hadrian James Potter
100,000 Galleons
50,000 Sickles
20,000 Knuts
Heritage: Scion to Ancient and Noble House of Potter (Blood)
Heir to Ancient and Noble House of Peverell (Blood and Magic)
Looking up from the parchment, he asked curiously "What does it mean by Archmage level?"
"All magical beings are categorized into different levels based on their magical strength. Muggles are the lowest, followed by squibs and then below average witches and wizards. Wizards and Witches are the most common class where the bulk of the population are since it is considered the average level. The level higher is called Sorcerer and Sorceress which are above average magic users. The elite levels are the Mage, followed by Archmage, and then Warlock class, which is the highest." Sharptooth explained.
"The only Warlock level being to have existed was Merlin himself. The Hogwarts' Founders were around the Archmage level. Currently there are only few people left in Archmage level in the world. Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, and the former Dark Lord Voldemort, are the most famous among them." Sharptooth continued to explain.
Bringing his attention back to the parchment Hadrian asked "Why am I the scion to the House of Potter and no the heir?"
"You were the heir at birth but after a while your parents decided to pass that honor to your brother since you were both born at the same time this allowed them to do so."
Nodding coldly he then asked "And Parseltongue and Parselmagic?"
"Parseltongue is the ability to speak to snakes. Parselmagic is the magic performed with Parseltongue I believe."
Nodding Hadrian said "I would like to renounce the name Potter."
Raising his eyebrows Sharptooth asked "You don't want to be associated with the Potters."
"My parents abandoned me so I see no reason to associate myself with them any longer. I will forge my own life with a new name." Said Hadrian with a cold smile.
"Then might I make a suggestion? Instead of renouncing your name immediately, keep it for now. In order to not attract too much attention to yourself. I believe you go to Hogwarts in 4 years and I am sure you wish for your own plans to be undisturbed. This will give you that." Sharptooth interjected.
Hadrian pondered this new idea. It had merit he thought.
'On one hand I want nothing to do with my so called family but on the other I can see the reason for secrecy. No doubt people will try to stop me from being powerful. After all, there are those who seek power and then there are those who desperately wish to keep it.'
"There is also another option to consider." Sharptooth said.
Shaken from his thoughts Hadrian replied "And what's that?"
"In the parchment it's been revealed that you have two titles. Since you have been blocked by your parents from becoming an heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, this has indirectly led an old bloodline to activate, one which had been thought to have died out centuries ago." Sharptooth explained.
"It just so happens that since you are the heir to this line by your blood and magic and since there are no other surviving family members a safeguard has been activated allowing you to take lordship of this title even though you are underage. Effectively giving you the same rights and privileges of an adult." The goblin explained with a predatory grin.
Smiling at the news, he rather liked the idea, and the more he thought about it, the more he like it. It would be a fresh start, a new beginning, and most importantly nothing associated with the name Potter. Looking back at Sharptooth with his own predatory smile he asked "Ok what is this secondary title called?"
"Lord Peverell, Mr. Potter" Sharptooth responded calmly.
"Lord Peverell," Hadrian said aloud. It had a nice ring to it he mused. It made him feel important and powerful, he liked it he decided. However, that still brought up the issue of the lordship being a complete secret.
"I take it you would like to claim the lordship of the Peverell household and the line Mr. Potter?" The account manger said interrupting his thoughts.
Responding to the question, "I would very much like to claim the Peverell lordship, however that still raises the problem that if I do, naturally people will become curious and try to pry on how I could claim it since this line hasn't been active for centuries." Hadrian said with a frown.
"Indeed Mr. Potter you are correct. That is why I brought the idea of not renouncing the Potter name yet, for it will bring you unwanted scrutiny. I would say wait till your 3rd or 4th year in Hogwarts to announce that you are no longer a Potter. By then your affairs would be in order and you could stay under the radar for the time being." Sharptooth said.
'Mmm...till my third or fourth year in Hogwarts is a long time...however, if I follow through with this none of my plans will be disrupted...no merely delayed...and better yet nobody will expect it.' Hadrian thought with a smirk.
"And I assume all investments and financial dealings done in the Peverell name would be kept a secret as well." Hadrian said with a smirk.
"Of course after all as far as the magical world knows you are a Potter not a Peverell." Sharptooth said with an equally cunning smirk on his face.
Chuckling in amusement Hadrian said, "Well then Sharptooth you have convinced me. I accept the Peverell Lordship now how do I claim this title?"
Sharptooth reached into his desk and pulled out a small silver box. Opening it revealing a ring he pushed the box across the desk so Hadrian could see it.
The ring was silver with a gold triangle within a circle that seemed to pulse with deep waves of magic."
"This Mr. Potter is the Peverell lord ring. It can only be worn by those who have been blessed by having the same blood and magic of a Peverell, it is unique in that perspective. To claim your lordship as a Peverell, you only have to put the ring on." Sharptooth explained, pushing the silver ring forward.
Reaching forwards towards the ring, Hadrian could feel the deep pulses of magic calling to him almost as if in a trance Hadrian slipped the ring onto his middle finger.
He could feel a pulse as the ring pricked him taking a sample of his blood, all of a sudden the ring glowed before dying down signifying the bond of ancestral magic. The feeling was familiar, comforting, and reassuring.
After watching the whole ordeal Sharptooth finally spoke up, "Now you are bonded with the family magic allowing you access to the Peverell items and areas such as family tomes. This is a common practice amongst magical families. Now then I believe all that is left is to create a new name for yourself."
"A new name?" Hadrian asked puzzled.
"Yes although for now you will be a Potter to the magical world in secret you are Lord Peverell and as such you need a new name for yourself with the surname Peverell.
Hadrian pondered for a new name. It wasn't everyday that a person chose a new name for himself. He wanted a name that would be remembered and said with respect.
Mmm...I will keep the name Hadrian it suits me...but a middle name that's a hard one, I doubt I'd call myself Voldemort though.'
All of a sudden a name popped into his head, one that he knew would be his. Snapping his eyes open he saw Sharptooth patiently waiting for him.
"Do you have a name Mr. Potter?"
"Antioch Peverell. My name will be Hadrian Antioch Peverell." Hadrian said firmly.
"So it shall be, I will put that name as your main one for the Peverell Lordship. However, that still means that you are a Potter to the rest of the world for the time being." Sharptooth explained.
"I understand, I believe that concludes our business Sharptooth I look forward to seeing the Peverell name rise once again with you as my account manager." Hadrian smoothly replied.
"Of course Hadrian, good day to you wizard." Said Sharptooth.
With one last smirk Hadrian strode out of the bank.
Hadrian was looking at the row of pets while holding his two new books under his arm. After coming out of the bank he went into Knockturn Alley to buy some books two of which were written in Parseltongue. He came into this pet store and was looking at the rows of snakes.
"SS. Stupid humans all they do is stare."
"Come closer I want to bite your head off!"
"I'm Hungry!"
"Wait until-"
After looking around to make sure no one was looking, Hadrian turned his head back to the snakes and hissed out a response, much to their surprise. "Well I never knew Snakes had this much of a bad temper."
"A Speaker! You speak the ancient tongue of the serpents." The snakes hissed back in surprise.
"I just recently learned of this ability. I need someone who will teach me the ways of Parseltongue and its magic, Parselmagic." Hadrian hissed.
"There hasn't been a speaker since the one called Lord Voldemort. Come here young speaker I have been around the magical world and I can teach you the magic that you seek." A voice hissed from the far left.
Walking towards the source of the voice he looked inside the cage and saw a silver-black snake with glittering red eyes and was about 5 feet long.
"What is your name snake." Hadrian asked.
"My name is Mercury. I am an Ashwinder Cobra, a magical crossbreed species who are known for their deadly venom and resistant skin. Get me out of here speaker and I will teach you all the Parselmagic you seek." It hissed back.
Nodding, he opened the cage and watched cautiously as Mercury slid onto his arm and wrapped itself around his shoulders loosely.
Walking to the counter he scared some customers with the scary looking snake on his shoulders.
"I would like to buy this snake please." He calmly told the shop owner as he looked at him in shock.
"O-Of course. It will cost 15 galleons. Do be careful with it." The shopkeeper stammered out.
Handing over the money Hadrian walked out and headed towards The Leaky Cauldron where Stryker was.
Approaching Stryker Hadrian said "Well Stryker it looks like we have found a new companion." Hadrian muttered.
Stryker smirked. "I can see that. It will most certainly be useful when we are in need of intimidation."
Looking down at the tightly coiled snake Hadrian hissed at it. "Welcome to the club Mercury. I have a feeling this is the start of one hell of a friendship."
Hey guys hope you all liked it. Please review and tell me what you think. The next chapter will be the hunt for the legendary treasure of Emyn Muil . I promise more action in that one.