Chapter three
Summary: He was just a little boy. A little boy of eight years old that detests his own family. Wrong BWL story.
Well here is a new chapter. Also i have decided to not make this a slash story at least not with Hadrian. So if there is going to be slash it will be a side character you won't even read about them kissing each other or anything like it. You are all safe from the world of slash, people.
September 01 1991
The two of them found an empty compartment at the end of the train.
Hadrian and Neville had moved in, and were sitting across each other. Both of them reading a book to keep themselves occupied.
There was news all over the train about the boy-who-lived. It was hard to ignore what people where saying when they where gossipping right outside of your compartment. Finally after hearing some girl squealing his patience snapped.
Hadrian's wand fell in his hand. Outside of his hollister. He expertly silenced the compartment. Hadrian doen't really give a damn that it is prohibited to use magic on the train compartments. Neville looked gratefull for the peace and quiet. As long no one finds out then it doens't matter Hadrian thought still annoyed with the high pitched squealing.
Hadrian suddenly stared with cold eyes out of the window.
While Neville was reading his potion book. Trying to pick up some tips that could help him. Potions with Severus Snape would undoubtedly be hell for the both of them. Neville because he couldn't keep a cauldron from exploding, and Hadrian because of the stunts the marauders pulled on Severus Snape. Better know in the Potter household as "Snivellus".
If Snape is quilty off something. Then it is a being a petty bastard that would take his one inadequates out on innocent childeren. Really the bullied becomes the bully, what a typical cliché. It wouldn't help that Marc would pull the most stupid stunt he ever thought possible on his first potion class.
Don't think about it Hadrian. There is nothing you can do about it. The two of them deserve each other.
Hadrain found himself sitting in direct site of the Weasley family. He was watching them with a cold mask on his face. If the Weasleys had seen his face at the moment. They would have been shocked at the amount of cold contained fury in his eyes. Eyes that would have reminded Molly Weasley nee Prewett of the killing curse that killed her little brothers.
He already had a way of disposing Ginerva Weasley Hadrian thought with cold glee. It is too bad that he had to wait a couple of years, before doing away with dear old Ronald. The ignorant fool has his usages for the moment.
Hadrian couldn't steer Marc in the right direction by himself. Using his best friend he could manupilate things more or less. Ronald Weasley wasn't the most reliable person to count on. We can't have boy wonder realising his potential. With his sidekick at his side. It will be so much easier to keep the spoiled brat, well spoiled and useless. If there was something you could count on it was Ronald Weasley's jealousy issues. It is about the only thing that won't ever change. With all the other bad habits he has.
Molly Weasley had just taken her handkerchief. "Ron you got something on your nose." The ginger fool was grabbed by his mother and she began rubbing the end of his nose.
"Mum, - Geroff!" He wiggled free.
Thank merlin the twins weren't around, or he wouldn't have heard the end of it. Something about the Marauders or something. He wasn't really listening. His food is more important than some kind of prank the twins were planning on some weird sounding people. Better them than him. Oh how he would regret thinking that later on.
Hadrian hadn't had his eyes on the fool for long. No matter how entertaining it is to see him so flustered, but on the mastermind. Little Ginerva Weasley. Who was adminering the other fool of the future golden trio. In other words his twin.
She looked like any normal innocent ten year old. Just an fangirl enamored with the boy-who-lived. Hadrian of all people knew how someone's appearance could be deceiving. To him it didn't matter that she hasn't done anything yet. How it looked like she couldn't harm a fly. It is that yet that is important to him. He would never forget the desparation and hopelessness in his sisters eyes. Or seeing the light leave his baby sisters eyes. No. he will never forgive Ginerva Weasley of making him see feel that helpless. When he is on one of his visions Hadrian is unable to do anything but watch, no matter how much he wants it to stop.
"Mum, can we go to see Marc Potter. Mum, oh please."
"You're already looking at him, Ginny."
"Mum, i mean closer. I want to see the scar." Ginny was looking star eyed at her hero. She wondered if he still remembered that night.
Tch, the manipulative bitch is his main target. Two years from now... Well lets say he will be looking forward to it. Outwardly not showing an inch of the gruesome things he was planning for her. Hadrian looked nothing more that an beautiful child that grew up in an strict pureblood household. His mask firm on place.
Hadrian tuned them out after also having mused on what to do with her brother. It has to be something that somehow fit the crime. Killing him came afterwards. First he had to pay for his future crimes. An eye for eye, wasn't his personal motto for nothing.
Absentmindedly Hadrian went back to his animagus book. He was planning on finishing the transformation at the end of second year. He wished it wouldn't take so much time, but he had more than one priority. There are so many things that could go wrong. The coming four years will be hard on him. Is is unbelievable how many people are plotting against the boy-who-lived. Well at least they don't know that they are targeting the wrong boy.
I hope Dumbledore chokes on his lemon drops when he finds out, Hadrian thought vindictively.
For now Hadrian has to make sure everything goes according to plan. And hasting the animagus transformation isn't a good thing in his book. There is a reason the change takes so much time. A lot of things can go wrong. Hadrian didn't fancy being stuck in an animal form. That or having his animalistic instinct taking over.
It had taken a lot of his time and patience to learn how to keep his temper in check. He wasn't going to let all of that go to waste because of his arrogance. That and he was planning to get his best friends in his little project. It is something that will give all three of them an even closer bond.
Hadrian after a while got bored. Having skimmed through the book for a third time. There was nothing new that got his attention.
Neville and him decided to talk about what the lessons would be like. How it would be, to finally being able to use magic (legally). Neville snorted at that. Most Purebloods didn't let their childeren use magic before their tenth birthday. It is only then they get tutored in the use of practical magic, not only theory.
Under heavy super vision of course. Afraid that their progeny magical core would get damaged. Still by then a ten year olds magical core would have finally stabilised. There was a reason for the eleven year old Hogwarts restriction.
Hadrian himself was an exception. The killing curse had done something to his magic to make it somehow expand. He was damn lucky that he was able to use magic at all. Let alone in such potent quality.
Hadrian promised Neville to help him with his potion work. Even if they don't get in the same house. Something he already knew wouldn't happen.
"It wouldn't matter Nev, you will always be my best friend." Hadian smiled reassuringly at Neville before he heard the compartment door slide open. Effectively wiping the smile of his face.
"I thought that i was your best friend. Shame on you Hadrian." The handsome half Italian Blaise Zabini said smirking, while sitting himself next to Neville. Blaise Zabine already showed promise off the exotic men he would become in a couple of years.
Hadrian and Blaise thought that it was better to keep there friendship to each other. The Longbottoms knew of the childeren their Heir associated with. Before becoming the Lord of their House it was expected off Neville to make as many connections as possible. The Potters on the other hand would have thrown a fit. Having him consorting with the son of the infamous Black Widow, a notorious dark witch. Then again Lady Cyra Titiana Zabini also wouldn't have approved. The Zabini's where famous for there neutrality. It didn't matter what happened in the last war and how both sides pressured them. She wanted to keep their status the same as it always has been, neutral.
Lady Zabini would also be disappointed that her son wasn't at least cosying up to the right person. If he had to consort with anyone from the most famous light side. It would have better if it was at least the Heir. She would have wanted it to be someone with influence, not the second born that everyone disregards. In spite of his beauty and talent.
"It seems Neville and i have to bond together because of your traitorous ways."
Neville rolled his eyes, while Hadrian just looked Blaise in the eyes with those vivid emerald eyes of his. Until they both suddenly started laughing. Neville watched on amused. Sometimes he couldn't believe he was friends with such strange people. Still he wouldn't trade them for the world. No matter how much they confuse him sometimes.
Hadrian Potter and Neville Longbottom were the only people outside of the family that knew of his blood based gift or curse as he calls it sometimes. You see he has a high legilimens ability. Blaise literally could pick up people's darkest secret right out of their mind. Could torture them in insanity. Could make someone forget the most important person to them. The people who knew of his bloodbased gift, where incapable of looking him right in the eyes. Even his mother, no matter how much he tells himself that he doesn't blame her for it. Blaise couldn't help but resent her for it sometimes. The heart isn't always rational.
Then again Hadrian is an natural occulumens. He doesn't have much to fear from him. And Neville was studing occulumency more diligently since he found out. Even though Neville couldn't keep him out of his head, he still looked him right in the eyes. Blaise couldn't help but admire his courage. There are seemingly braver men out there incapable of that feat.
"Why did it take you so long to find us?" Neville asked curious, putting his potion book away. No matter what he did, he will still end up doing something wrong. With the result of an ruined potion.
"Malfoy."
Hadrian smirked amused at that. "What did he do now?"
Draco Malfoy Heir off the Noble House of Malfoy was famous in there age group. Or better yet infamous. He always tries to copy his father. Unfortunately for him he is severly lacking the cut throat cunning his father is known for. Most of the time he acts more like a Gryffindor than an Slytherin.
Pathetic really how far the Malfoy's have fallen, with an Heir like that. There isn't a cunning bone in the brats body. The only thing that protects him from retaliation is his fathers influence. He was glad that Malfoy would ignore him for most of the time. Marc was at least good for something. Hadrian has no desire in saving a lost cause. He has better things to do with his time. Like saving the world Hadrian thought sarcasticlly.
"Ah, yes i do pity him, min or less." Sometimes, most of the times no one could stand Malfoy Hadrian thought.
"Why?" asked Neville curious.
"When he graduates from Hogwarts. He will find out, that to the world he is nothing more that the Heir off an minor House, even though his mother is an Black. We all know that Malfoy won't take that calmly. He thinks he can get away with insulting who ever he wants." Hadrian answered Neville.
"What Malfoy doesn't realise is that in the past and for now while he is in Hogwarts, he has his fathers protection." Blaise added in for him.
"Partly because his father is on the board of governors, and partly off all the gold and blackmail he throws around. The thing is his father is one cunning bastard you don't want to cross. While Draco Malfoy is more off a cowardly nuisance." Hadrian finished. "Most of the time he is nothing more than an joke waiting to happen."
"I can already imagine him, still at the age of twenty telling everyone."
"Wait until my father hears about this." Hadrian added for Blaise mocking Malfoy.
"He will be eaten alive in the real world." Neville finished. He was already looking forward to it. Draco Malfoy had unknowingly made a lot of enemies in his young life.
Both his friends were looking at him like he said something ridiculous. Before they started smirking with a predatory grin on their faces. All three of them dedided to placed a bet on that. Hadrian a hundred galleons that by the time they graduate, Malyoy will still be threating people with his father. Neville fifty until he has his first child. (Draco Malfoy reproducing, i think i am getting sick Blaise joked.) And Blaise betted hundred fifty that he would stop saying it by his fifth year, but still would run off to his father.
"I can't wait to see it, when Malfoy realises his place in the world." Blaise was the one who had to deal with Draco Malfoy the most. They ran in the same social circles. Lady Zabini was a social butterfly. That was invited to all sort of gatherings.
"You know what is even better." Hadrian mused out loud. "Sooner or later Draco Malfoy will chew on more than he can bite."
"I would bet my entire trust vault that someone will be dispose of him sooner than later."
"That is a sucker bet if i ever heard one." Blaise said wistfully.
"You really think so Rian." Neville searching his face while Blaise nodded along with Hadrian.
"There isn't a doubt on my mind that Draco Malfoy. With how many anemies his father has, and in Draco's case will make. Will end up on the end on someone's wand who doesn't appreciate his superior attitude.
"Let's talk about something more pleasant, something doens't involve the Malfoy's." Blaise Zabini said his unique, purple, blue eyes showing his amusment. Draco Malfoy finding himself in a situation like that is like a dream come true for him. Even though he enjoys making a fool of Malfoy doesn't mean that he wants to talk about the spoiled brat the entire train ride. They would have seven long years to deal with Malfoy.
"What do you suggest." Neville asked.
"How about what was on The Vanguard last week."
The Vanguard was a new circulation newspaper that has started becoming popular two years ago. It was completely different than the Daily Prophet. For one they didn't write more than the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Anyone that wrote gospel would get fired immediately. Apparently it was something new that wizarding Britian greatly started appreciating.
After they got used to it that is. How ironic.
So much that the Daily prophet almost became broke until they started following their lead. Not only did The Vanguard write about their world, but also about what happened in the muggle world. A lot of Purebloods were disgusted by it in the beginning. It is only after they found out how much the muggle world had evolved compared to centuries ago. That they got their head out of their ass and looked at the world around them. To think the truth had to hit them in their faces before they excepted the harsh truth for what it was. Some are even still denying that the muggles had become so dangerous.
No matter, Hadrian knew that would happen. Two years ago, he had hired the goblins to heavily ward the building that would become the main office off his new business plan, The Vanguard. Neville and Blaise both didn't know of this yet. Hadrian was planning on telling almost everything by the time of their OWL-years. Along with it came the truth about his status as Heir Morrígan. At this moment their occulumency just wasn't good enough. Morgana knows, with the bad habits of both Snape and Dumbledore using legilimency on their students, rummaging through their minds like it is nothing. It just wasn't safe for anyone with secrets in Hogwarts.
All in all, by that time he had a lot of owning up to do.
"Someone had the guts to rob an muggle library. Can you imagine that." Hadrian secretly smiled at that. At least he thought he did. While Blaise was amused by the article, Neville was looking at Hadrian.
"You didn't." Neville said to Hadrian his mouth had fallen open from shock and his brown eyes showed open disbelief but also resignation. Neville knew him too well to fall for any lie. The same goes for Blaise and then he wasn't even counting their bloodline based gifts. At least this is one secret he can get off his chest Hadrian thought ironically.
"What, oh Mother of all Darkness." Blaise had started cursing and Neville was still shocked that he had robbed the biggest muggle library of the united kingdom.
"Yes well."Hadrian simply shrugged elegantly. Not bothered at all that they had found out the truth. By now Blaise had stopped cursing and started snickering instead. Neville had palmed his hand in his face. His friends really were something. One robs an entire library, and the other is seemingly amused by said robbery.
"What were you thinking?"
"Nev, the right question in a situation like this is, how did you manage to do it?"
Smirking at the face off one his best friends. Blaise was so much better composed. Portraying the perfect pureblood Heir, but not for long if he could help it.
"Yes, come on Rian how the hell did you do it?"
"One word!" Hadrian simply stated. "House-elf." Smirking at their gob smacked faces.
Huis-elfs are so heavily underestimated it isn't even funny. He uses them for anything he could get away with. Hadrian also treats them like a part of his family. Anyone that abuses his servants. Elf or no elf, is a fool in his opinion. Especially if they are privy to family secrets. More fool to them.
"House-elf, house-elf... You're joking right." Neville asked weakly.
"Nope." Hadrian said, proud of the unexpected answer he gave them.
"And as for why i did it. I needed information and i didn't feel like buying so many muggle books." And that was the end of the interrogation. They knew that Hadrian had his own illogical way of thinking, add in his dislike for the muggles. Some people would say that he was a budding Dark Lord. Those people wouldn't be completly wrong. That is if he had the ambition for it. Fortunately for europe it was one job he won't ever take up.
"So what house do you think you will be in Rian." Blaise Zabini obliged with the unspoken plea for now.
"With some of the stunts you have pulled, you would make a perfect Slytherin. I gather that we only know of some things that you have getting away with." Neville concluded for both of them.
"Then again, at other times he acts like a reckless Gryffindor." Blaise added in sarcasticly.
Hadrian just shrugged elegantly at their questining looks. Easily ignoring their unspoken hints.
He already knew in which house each of them would end up in. Only thing is, he couldn't let them known. His bloodline based gift was a famlily secret. No one except for his bonded and Heir could find out the truth. His ancestors had made it an official rule. Before he took on his title as the Morrígan Heir he had to make an magical oath. Hadrian himself would have made it an official requirement. It is a good thing the rule already existed, with a couple of others that is. He couldn't stomach the thought, that included of having lousy parents, he would have had morons for ancestors. You never know what kind of Heir to the bloodline you would eventually get. There are bad eggs in every family tree. No one can choose his family. That and like Lord Potter you could in the end get backstabbed by someone you thought off as a loyal friend.
Add in that he wasn't just any seer, but an awakend one. His kind was so rare that they were almost mythical. If someone like Dumbledore ever found out the truth. There is no doubt in his mind that he would bind him to himself. All for the Greater Good.
Even his most trusted allies will have to be kept out of the loop. The only exception was his accountmanager. Who had to take an unbreakable vow before he told him.
"Rian." Neville said tentatively. "I can't say i agree with your methods, but i can promise you i won't ever judge you for the things you do. I also know that you never do anything without a good reason. I hope that one day you will trust us enough to tell us the truth."
Hadrian looked serieus while he dragged his hand true his hair. He hadn't expected this. Even though he knew Neville won't abandon him like his so called family has. "Thank you Neville, you can't know how much i appreciate this.
"It isn't that i don't trust you guys. It's just that both of your occlumency shields aren't good enough to keep my secrets. At least for now. I promise that by the end of fifth year you will know almost everything about me."
Okay." Hadrian asked of them.
He was afraid that when Neville found out about some of the things he did, that he would still abandon him. Call him a Dark Lord. Neville would never know how much this means to him. Although he had already seen what would happen. At didn't mean that a burden didn't somehow lift from his shoulders. From actually experiencing his visions in real life. That and the future was always in motion. Things change, people change.
Hadrian smiled one of his rare smiles to Neville. Before he closed off again.
"I consider both of you my best friends. There isn't anyone who is trust more than the two of you." Hadrian looked Blaise directly in the eye and let him in the outer layer of his shields, so that he could understand how honest he was with them.
They may have only known each other for a couple of years compared to Neville and him, who practically grew up together. That doesn't mean that he trusts him any less. Hadrian wanted Blaise to know that. To not have any doubts of his honesty. That no matter what he would never choose between the two of them. Letting him in his shields even his outer layer shows an immense amount of trust on his part. Considering how Blaise could easily crush his mind, if he wasn't carefull enough.
"We will stay the best of friends, no matter what." Blaise who could read and feel his absoluut conviction looked more relaxed, after having seen the truth for himself. Slytherins truly are a paranoid bunch. Not that he has much to argue against. Paranoia is practically his middle name.
And if nothing else changes from the future he has seen Blaise will become a member of his family. It won't be easy, but he has high hopes for them. He would support their union no matter what James, Marc and Dumbledore thought off it. Dumbledore should keep his wrinkled old ass out of other people's business.
Hadrian thightented his shields again. Blaise gently left his mind, just like how he had entered.
The three off what in the future would become a political and economical powerhouse, fell in an familiar pattern. Enjoying each others company while trading sarcastics barbs.
Hadrian had fallen in sleep while Blaise and Neville were engaged in a debate about quidditch. His visions had taken a toll on his body for the last week. It was the main drawback of Hadrian's power. In a way he was lucky magic hadn't taken something worse from him. All past recorded awakend seers, Hadrian had managed to find information on. Had among others there voice, beauty or fertility taken from them. One person was even born blind and some had gone insane from what they had seen. Unable to control their visions.
Hadrian was cursed with a weaker body than most wizards. He made sure to take care of himself, and also managed to regularly excercise. He had managed to keep the worst off his condition away. The people Hadrian saw regularly knew that he tires faster than others, but everyone attributed that to his love for books.
No one knew how hard he had worked so he could even act normal. But the law of Equivalent Exchange wasn't something you could bend no matter how hard you tried. You wouldn't like the consequences if you did. His ancestors had stamped that in his head. Exercising is good and all, but sooner that later he had to face facts.
Hadrian had reculantly excepted the harsh truth only months ago. He decided that it was something he gladly would bear. As long as he could save his loved ones. So what, if he wouldn't be able to play quidditch, big deal really. The truth was he had more important businesses to consider, than playing games. His ancestor made sure to talk him out of any stupid ideas. She made him see what was more important too him. His body, or his loved ones. All in all, he had to become a health junkie to not make things worse for himself.
"What do you think off what Rian did." Neville suddenly asked making sure that Hadrian was really asleep.
Neville wished that the the Potters at least acknowledged his godbrother. He didn't think he would have done something this reckless if it wasn't for them, Neville thought disgusted. No one deserves to be treated like an unwanted guest by his one parents. The bastards treat him better then their own son.
"Truthfully, i find it funny."
"What, you heard me right. I find it funny no one will suspect a child to empty the biggest muggle library of Britain. It is some feat he managed to pull off. It doesn't matter that he only managed to do it with the help of his elves."
"He is still the one who planned everything. There is also no doubt on my mind that even without his elves Rian would have found a way to get what he wanted."They stared at the beautiful form of Hadrian. He looked so innocent lying against the window. Blaise is right no one will suspect Hadrian, Neville thought relieved. He looks incapable of such cunning acts.
"I don't really care, i only hope that he doesn't do something completly reckless." He was worried for his childhood friend. Hadrian may scoff at the idea of being a Gryffindor, but he sure as hell acted at times like one.
"You're right." Now the truth had sank in Blaise could see Hadrian testing his boundaries more and more. What they didn't know, was how cautious he planned everything. To the point of paranoia. That and he made sure to never go in something so big without first consulting his gift. No matter the effect it has on his body.
"I don't care about the muggles, especially after Rian told us what the muggles are capable off." All of them had to throw up after seeing some of the gruesome pictures Hadrian had gotten his hands on.
By the time they had woken up Hadrian. They had almost arrived at Hogwarts. They got him some candy off the food trolley, but he declined all the candy. Not feeling in the mood for any sweets.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the train. "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes, please leave your luggage on the train, and change in your uniform. Thank you, for your cooperation."
"You still haven't told us what Malfoy exactly did." Hadrian asked tiredly while Neville and he got in their robes.
"Oh that, Malfoy thought he could order me around. Somehow he has got the notion in his head, that he is above me." Blaise said desmissing the idea of Malfoy being above him entirely.
"You would think with two cunning, Slytherins as parents he would have inherited some of their traits." Neville said sarcastically, in the mean time tying his tie.
"The world would have become a worse place if that had happend." Hadrian said stretching his hands above his head. "Can you imagine the things he would have being able to cook up. Right now Malfoy has the ambitions, but not the brains."
Blaise shuddered dramatically, making Neville laugh and Hadrian smirk. At this moment they acted like the childeren that they were. By the time the left the compartment all three put up their pureblood mask. They confidently walked out of the compartment like the Heirs that they were.
