Hey folks, sorry for the wait and short chapter.

Listen, I'm having to deal with some IRL shit right now. I still have my cast on, so I can't drive anywhere. My boss is fed up as I can't drive to work, and my friends keep having to drive me. I've used up my day-offs. I barely passed my end of term exams, and I'm going to have to take online classes to 'train' myself to do better next year.

Overall, live's not going so good in merry ol' London.

Hope you enjoy, who knows when five's coming.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER

CHAPTER IV: THE DIAGON MONOPOLY

Diagon Alley, Wizarding Britain

(August 22nd, 1992.)

Hadrian Potter blinked from the harsh sunlight, as he blazed into the alley, startling the people around him.
He waited for several moments, and calmly rested his back against the exterior of The Leaky Cauldron.

After a few long minutes, the Diagon door crumbled, and out stepped a man.

"Ah, Lord Potter thank you for waiting. You said you wanted to head to Gringotts?" Isaac Coel asked, stepping up to the youth.

"Yes, my advisor is there, along with your funding. We can finalize any last things there." Hadrian said, leading the older man down the alley, eventually reaching the white marble bank.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank

As they walked in, the short Goblin at the front desk nodded to Hadrian and allowed them to pass. Hadrian led Isaac down the seemingly endless tunnels, before reaching Sharp Soul's office, and entering quietly.
Sharp Soul sat at his desk, seemingly waiting for them.

"Lord Potter, nice to see you. I assume this is Mr. Coel?" The Goblin Director asked, guiding them to sit with his arm. Hadrian nodded in greeting.

"Yes, Isaac Coel, Head of Mage Corp." Isaac answered, giving the Goblin a quick bow.

"If I'm correct, this is about the purchase of the company, right?" Sharp asked, sorting through the documents Hadrian had passed him.

"Yes, I've already signed the documents, along with Isaac and his partners." Hadrian said, linking his hands together on the desk.

"Good, good. Well Mr. Coel, I will have the sum of the agreed upon funds transferred to a new vault Lord Potter set up, under the name of Mage Corp. A key will be provided to you and your colleagues shortly. Now, is that all?" Sharp finished, before looking at the two expectedly.

"No, our business is done, thank you for your time Director Soul." Hadrian said, leading Isaac from the office, and eventually out of the bank.
The two parted with a goodbye, and went their own ways.

"Hey Sharp, not done yet." Hadrian said, blazing back into Sharp Soul's office.

"I already expected you'd want to talk without him here, how can I help you?" Sharp asked, grinning a razor-like, toothy smile.

"I wanted to talk about Diagon Alley. A lot of wizards, and witches don't like me, and a lot of them shop in the alley. I was thinking of turning Diagon into a mouse trap, and a cartel. If I'm having 'severe' problems with someone, I want them captured the moment they step into the alley, and kept that way until I return. I also want to raise prices for certain things, as there are 'bearded individuals' and other people like them, that rely on the alley. We take control, they suffer."

Sharp Soul didn't say a thing, but his grin grew wider, and scarier.

"I'll take that as an agreement. You said I owned most of Diagon, which stores don't I own?" Hadrian asked, the same dark professional look back in his eyes.

"Only a few small stories, little non-commercial ones. You own most of the big stores, Flourish and Blotts, Malkin's, et cetera. Thing is, Ollivander wouldn't sell his store to your parents back then, but if we asked, he'd most likely join us with this plan of your's."

"That's good, I'll talk with Ollivander in a little bit. Can you contact the stray shops and tell them Lord Potter wishes to 'talk business' with them."

"Will do Hadrian, now I believe you should go talk to the centuries old stubborn wizard." Sharp Soul said, flashing Hadrian a grin that basically said 'Good luck'.

Hadrian exchanged farewells with his adviser, and left the bank, heading towards the small, dark shop.

Ollivander's

"Hmm, Spiced Oak, and a core of … centaur hair, eleven inches. Interesting, here you are young lady, that'd be seven galleons." Garrick Ollivander said, handing a long wand to a young, blonde girl. Hadrian quietly stood by the door, and waited until Ollivander was done and the girl was gone, before stepping forward.

"Ah Lord Potter, please don't tell me you broke that wand."

"No Ollivander, I didn't. I wanted to talk to you about a business venture I thought of…"

"You want to take over Diagon Alley don't you?'

Hadrian merely stared at the strange man, keeping silent in an expression of slight fear.

"Oh, don't be so scared, your father had the same idea thirteen years ago. I said no, as I didn't believe he could. It seems, that the idea doesn't want to stay dead, so… let's bring it to life. Ollivander's will join you in your plans." The old man said thoughtfully, extending his hand in a sign of good-will.

Hadrian smiled warmly at this, and shook Ollivander's hand.

"Glad to have you on board."

(An Hour and Twenty Minutes Later)

"Should be any minute now…" Hadrian muttered, holding out his right arm. He was lounging on a chair outside Florean Fortescue's, munching on an ice cream cone.
Suddenly, a letter dropped into his hand, followed by Hedwick diving onto the table.

"Thanks boy, how was the flight back home?" He asked, passing the falcon a small bowl of vanilla ice cream, which he happily accepted. Hedwick just shook his head, leaving his owner to imagine what the bird would have said if it could speak.

"Hello... proud to have you back for the 1992-1993 year… activities… classes… buy these books… Alright." Hadrian read quietly, with boredom, as if reading the letter was a chore.

Once he finished, he stood, ate what remained of his treat, and waited for Hedwick to latch onto his shoulder, Parrot style.

He made his way down to the bookstore, before being forced to stop. There was a mob of women, young and old crowding the store.

"The hell…?" Hadrian muttered, trying to move around the crowd to see the inside of the store.

There's a poster above the door you know. The Voice pointed out, causing Hadrian to look up.

Plastered above the door, were many different posters all with pictures of a 'handsome' blonde man, with an unnatural, almost scary smile. The pictures were accompanied by an 'announcement'.

'Gilderoy Lockhart, live book signing at Flourish and Blotts, one day only.'

After politely waiting a few minutes, Hadrian had enough of the loud, annoying crowd of women.

After a loud noise, the entire crowd ripped themselves from Lockhart, and now looked at what seemed to be a large tiger made of green fire.

They parted to the side of the street, as the tiger slowly walked on four pawed feet into the store, right up to the blonde.

Mutters, whispers, and cries of shock broke out among the crowd.

Once Hadrian was in front of the man, the fire absorbed back into his body, revealing a grinning human, who quickly pulled himself to his feet,

"Potter… what are you doing here? I was in the middle of my signing! Besides, don't you know, this is DIAGON alley, not KNOCKTURN. Your kind of people don't belong among us, so just go back to where you belong." Lockhart said, trying to pull a brave look.

So, he's playing the courageous hero then? Alright then, I'll show these people their 'hero'. I'll show them what a 'buy guy' I can be...

"Tell me, what is my kind of people? Come on, tell me, oh wondrous figure of light."

"The blind fools that call themselves 'dark'."

"Are you insulting me, and my kind?" Hadrian asked, hiding a smirk from his face from what was to come, and pretending to be enraged.

'Yes, I am you little runt."

"Evictus." Hadrian swiftly said, a grin finally slipping out onto his face.

Everyone there gasped and screamed as Lockhart, and all of his things suddenly were blasted out of the store, ending up on a nearby roof. Lockhart on the other hand, smashed into the side of a building, breaking at least a few bones.

"Stay out of my store…" Hadrian muttered darkly, walking away from the shocked crowd, his sole intent being to find his school books.

"What happened?! I thought Gilderoy was here?" An annoying voice asked, pulled Hadrian's attention away from the aisle of books.

It's that woman from the station… He mentally growled.

Calm yourself, focus on getting your books. She'll go away soon.

Hadrian pulled his eyes away from the woman, and walked to the counter, checking out his books.

"Who are you?" A tiny voice asked him, coming from behind him.

He quickly turned around, and reached for his sword, only to find the little redheaded daughter he had seen at the station.

Ugg….. really?!

"No one you need to know." He rudely said, breaking away from the girl, and exiting the store.

Ginny, you are such a bitch! A voice in his head screamed, one he had never heard before, startling him to a stop.

Hey Voice… did you hear something…? Hadrian asked the normal Voice, slightly scared at the new voice.

What do you mean?

I heard a different voice, he called some person named Ginny a bitch.

Hmm… well, you better not have another voice! The Voice screamed half joking, half serious, and even a little bit concerned.

I might just be hearing things, I guess…

Maybe, that's everything on the list right?

Yeah, well… to home we go! Hadrian thought, burning out of the alley, not knowing he was watched.

August 30th, 1992

Albus Dumble had just flooed in the Cauldron, and stepped into Diagon Alley, when he had the shock of his life.

He had thought to stop by the alley to pick up any supplies he needed before the term began, and perhaps stop by Gringotts, when he stopped cold.

He was surrounded fully by a horde of Goblin Warriors, with Sharp Soul at the head of the group.

The bearded man backed away quickly, as each Goblin pulled a axe on him.
To his surprise, even Sharp Soul had a rapier trained on him.

Calmly, Sharp Soul walked forward, and pointed his sword right at Dumbledore's throat, causing a droplet of blood to fall onto his purple robes.

"Albus Dumbledore, I advise you to turn right around, and leave the Alley.
There's been a change of rules…"

Potter Manor, Founder's Lane, Pevenno

(Eight Hours later)

Hadrian was busy and tired.

He was working away at his desk, making diagrams, drawing up maps, and mass producing documents into neat stacks.

He didn't realize the entire needed duration of his work, or how long he'd been working, until his clock chimed, telling him it was midnight.

He sighed deeply, and put away all of his supplies, and set his diagram aside for the night.

I guess I'll finish tomorrow... He thought, before dragging himself to bed.

If one were to look at the diagram, and documents atop his desk, one would see a single name repeated everywhere in red ink.

Neutra Alleys

Did you enjoy, review if you did.

The reason why Lockhart is losing his composure, and being a dick... is in their world, Hadrian is seen by Wizards, as a 'dark' person, as his parents were.

So, they see Hadrian as this bad guy, while beautful, brave Lockhart, is one of their 'heroes'.

If anyone wondered about The New Voice, it's not a regular voice like The Voice, and it wasn't The Voice. It's foreshadowing, look it up.

Also, in case anyone wonders, no these forms Hadrian turns into are not Animagi. He's just literally covering himself in fire shaped like animals. It's like that one person from Avatar: The Last Airbender, who covered themselves in a giant water monster that one time.

See you next time.

-Dark Tipped Snake