After leaving the Great Hall, Hadrian and his friends – minus the prefect twins, Elizabeth and Oliver Winter – started to make their way to the Slytherin Dungeon. They passed through the hallways of Hogwarts; resident ghosts and talking paintings passed them as they descended. Once they arrived in front behind a bare stretch of stone wall in the dungeons Hadrian said this week password that opened up a passage that lead to the Common Room.

The Common Room is a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The Common Room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. It was decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. It had quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one.

They all sat on the various extravagant seats in the Common Room, waiting for the first-years of Slytherin to enter. Hadrian kept to himself as the others chattered, sitting silently alongside Daphne on a leather, throne-like couch near the fireplace. Hadrian didn't see any reason to join in on the conversation, enjoying the roaring fire burning in the fireplace and the sound of swishing water that helped him relax.

Not long after they arrived, the first years also arrived being led by the winter twin. Most of the first years let their eyes wander throughout the entire common room.

"Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room, newbies." Elizabeth winter said to the assembled first years.

"Now, since this year none of the Slytherin was chosen as Head Boy or Girl, if you have any problems whatsoever, you go to us or the sixth and seven years prefect," Oliver Winter said while pointing to two pairs of males and females who sat near the back of the room, all of them wearing prefect badges on their uniform.

"Come along," said Oliver, "this isn't our last stop."

The two of them led the group of first years nearer to the fireplace, where Hadrian and his friend longed around on the leather couches.

"Hadrian," Elizabeth said before taking a seat on his armrest, ignoring Daphne's glare. Most of the first years noticed the reverence their seniors gave to the teen named Hadrian. It then clicked in their minds why they gave him such respect. Many of their parents has already told them of how the Slytherin housework and the only one who could command such power was their king.

The king was chosen not because of their blood status, monetary fund, grade, magical power and connection, but all of them combined. There had only been a handful of people who could claim that they were a Slytherin king, with the last chosen being over fifty years ago.

"So, these are the first years," said Damian Mortem as he scrutinised the first years. Many of them looked fearful under his gaze; the only one who seem to be unaffected was Eleanor little brother. "I'm not impressed."

"Well, not everyone can maintain their composure under your gaze," Eleanor said while giving a proud look to her little brother.

Damian scoffed. "If they can't even manage to stay calm because of that, then they aren't worthy of becoming Slytherin."

"We can talk about how much they qualify as a Slytherin later," said Junior with a clap, a smile on his face. "Why don't you introduce yourselves, one by one?" Junior's smile widened ever so slightly as he noticed a white-blonde haired boy, and pointed at him. "Starting with you."

"I'm Draco Malfoy, heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy," Draco introduced himself with arrogance in his voice.

"Malfoy?" Junior scratched his head, tilting his head sideways as he tried to remember. "Why does that name ring a bell?" As if a switch had been turned on, Junior started clapping, his smile getting wider and wider. "Oh now I remember! You father is the fucker who tried to usurp my mother and my aunt's House from the rightful heir!"

"What?!" Malfoy shouted, offended. "My father did no such thing-!"

Junior grabbed Malfoy's collar harshly, interrupting Malfoy, pulling and raising the boy off the ground and right in front of his face. A smile, malicious and sadistic, crept up Junior's face. "Oh, but your father did. And did you know what happened?" Junior failed to contain his laughter, it coming out as a giggle. But even then his insanity was clear on his face. "He. Fucked. Up. Hahaha!" His laughter escaped his mouth, maniacal and terrifying.

All of a sudden, the laughter stopped; his expression which had been full of amusement, of joy, switched into deadly seriousness. "You have a lot of guts to show your face here in England, Malfoy. What your father did to my aunt and my mother's house is unforgiveable! I'm going to kill you malfoy, and then I'm going to send your remains to your father before I kill him!" Suddenly, Junior clutched his head, shaking it repeatedly. "No no no no. Death is Too merciful. I can't kill you yet, not after what Lucius did!"

Another sudden bout of laughter came from Junior as he threw his head back, dropping Malfoy to the floor. "I know ways to break you, ways that will give you a fate worst then death perhaps we should start with my mother favourite curse the Cruciatus curse''.

"But you can't do that!" exclaimed one of the first years.

"And who said I can't do it?"

"Because it's against the law and you will get severe punishment if you try that on a pureblood heir!" said the first year. The government had already banned the use of the Cruciatus curse, but using it on a pureblood would get the user a much harsher penalty compared to using it on a muggle or muggleborn witch and wizard.

''ah but you forget there noble status has been revoke and their fortune taken they are no better than a muggleborn that just come to our world not to mentioned they are known death eather in the eye of the public I can just claim I was framed and they try to slander my family name and try to take my fortune after all who will try to help him''.junior said with a sadistic smile in his face.

A disgusting smell then permeated the air surrounding Malfoy, a look of abject terror etched to his face. Junior smelled the air, sniffing his nose, before hounding on Malfoy once again.

"Did you just shit your pants? Pathetic." Junior picked up and threw Malfoy to the floor where he quickly fled to his friend's side. Junior was about to pounce Malfoy again before a voice stopped him in his track.

"That's enough, Junior," Hadrian called.

"Aww, but I was just getting to the fun part!" Junior whined before returning to the fireplace. Most of the first year looked relieved when Junior left since most of them was afraid of him.

"Now, since that's taken care of, why don't you continue introducing yourself?" Hadrian said.

"I'm Blaise Zabini," said a black-haired teen.

"Eleanor's little brother." Hadrian nodded.

With Blaise's introduction, other students found the courage to introduce themselves. All of them seemed to wary and afraid of the Slytherin seniors.

"Since all of you are done introducing yourselves, it's our turn." Hadrian motioned the other seniors to start introducing themselves. "I will start. My name is Hadrian Potter, heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black."

"I'm Elizabeth Winter, heiress to Noble House of Winter."

"Daphne Greengrass, heiress to Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass."

"Damian Mortem, heir to the Noble House of Mortem."

"I am Oliver Winter."

"My name is Eleanor Zabini, heiress to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Zabini."

"And I'm Rodalphus Lestrange Junior, heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Lestrange!"

"Starting today, all of you are Slytherins. There are some rules in Slytherin you all need to know; first, think before you act. Do not disgrace the Slytherin name, because if you did something foolish and get caught doing it, you will be punished. Second, there will be no blood purist propaganda allowed. Third, always stick together. In Slytherin, we place unity above all else. If you have a problem with your Slytherin peers, you solved it in here. Fourth, no other House is allowed to enter here and you can't reveal the password to other Houses. Even with the other Houses' new, positive view of us, one little mistake can and will destroy the image that we built these last couple of years. Anyone who breaks these rules will be severely punished, is that clear?"

The first years nodded, showing Hadrian that they understood him.

"Boys' dormitory will be on the left and the girls' will be on the right," said Oliver once Hadrian finished. "The password to the Common Room changes every fortnight, and will be posted on the noticeboard every Friday. If you don't remember it then you have to wait until someone who does remember enters the Common Room." Oliver ordered the first years to go to bed once he made sure the announcements were finished.

"You know, that went better than I expected." Oliver had thought that there would be bloodshed and at least one first year critically injured or dead, but surprisingly, all of them were alive and mostly uninjured.

"This year's batch was disappointing''. Damian said

"At least there's Elly's baby brother!" Junior exclaimed.

"Damian's right; to only get one person form a dozen people who can be a true Slytherin is still disappointing," Oliver said.

"I think it's time for us to rest. We have a long day tomorrow, and our first day at Hogwarts after holidays." With that, all of Hadrian's friends began to leave for their room while saying goodnight to each other. Daphne gave Hadrian a quick kiss before she left for her dorm.

When Hadrian was sure that the Common Room was empty, he started walking towards the fireplace before saying "Open" in fireplace then split open, showing a staircase going deeper underground.

Hadrian then started walking in the dimly lit staircase before finding himself in a massive room full of bookcases and magical artefacts. He walked across the room, passing the many artefacts most of the residents of the wizarding world would die for, and arrived in front of a door. Opening it, Hadrian was greeted by the same painting that had been in the room since he found it, a painting of a person that many wizards and witches would recognise: Salazar Slytherin.

Walking to and opening his dresser, Hadrian changed into his night clothes, readying himself for bed after a long day. He laid on his soft bed, the sensation of such a high quality bed lulling him to sleep.

The next morning, Hadrian woke up feeling refreshed. He started his morning routine that consisted of a hundred push-ups and sit-ups before taking a shower and changing his clothes. After he finished his morning routine, Hadrian took the staircase to the Common Room which was still empty.

He waited a couple minutes before his friends started descending from their dorm rooms. After the last of his friends arrived, with Daphne in his arm, they started walking to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. When they arrived in the Great Hall, they could see it was only half full.

Hadrian and his friends took their seats at the Slytherin table with some of his other friends from other Houses joining them. It didn't take long before the Great Hall was packed with students and teachers. Many of the first years were curious seeing other Houses eating with Slytherin, but many of them didn't question it.

When breakfast finally ended, the teachers then started giving them their timetable. Hadrian for first period got Charms and then followed by Potions and was ended by Transfiguration in the afternoon.

''What did you get, Hadrian?" asked Elizabeth as she peered over his shoulder.

"Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration" Hadrian replied.

Most of the group groaned. Potions were everyone's least favourite class; being taught by one of the most feared Hogwarts staff, Professor Snape, was not fun at all – for everyone who was not a Slytherin or the select few that Snape actually liked.

"I got the same thing," said Damian.

"Me too," Daphne said.

"No way!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "It's not fair that I have to be separated from Hadrian!" Elizabeth glared at the smug smile Daphne wore.

"Maybe this is a sign," Daphne started, "that an old hag like you shouldn't hunt younger men."

"That is a load of crap! Hadrian belongs to me!" Elizabeth hugged Hadrian's arm, to which Daphne responded by hugging Hadrian's other arm. Electricity seemed to spark between them as they glared at each other with the intensity of a thousand suns.

A smile crept upon Elizabeth's face as she sensually spoke, "And did you forget, little Daphne, that Hadrian too likes an older women. After all, he lost his virginity to an older woman and we were much mature and fun in bed than a little girl like you."

Hadrian felt warmth creeping up his face. He felt Elizabeth nibbling on his earlobe as she put her hand on his thigh, slowly and gently rubbing getting nearer to his junk.

Hadrian remembered a certain female professor who used to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts – particularly their extracurricular activities, alone in class. A raven-haired beauty in her mid-twenties, one that caught the eye of many if not all male students and teachers in Hogwarts, had made him a man during his second year at Hogwarts. Their relationship lasted for a year before it was found by one of the teachers, and it had ended in her being fired from her position.

But Hadrian had thought it to be a waste of potential, as she was particularly good in the Defence Against the Dark Arts; he had hired her as his secretary to run some of his business expenditure and to help manage Public Relations.

"Why you old hag! You wanna fight?!"

"Come at me, bitch!"

"Ladies, please calm down," said Edward, a friend of Hadrian who got into Hufflepuff. "It's too early in the morning to be fighting."

"Shut up!" they shouted in unison. When the two girls realised their simultaneous shout, they returned to glaring at each other, the electricity between them seeming to increase in intensity.

Most of Hadrian's friends laughed seeing their leader being sandwiched by the two girls; it wasn't an uncommon occurrence since the girls liked to compete with each other, especially when Hadrian was present. Unknown to them, they were being watched by one ginger-haired prefect, Percy Weasley, who hated Hadrian Potter ever since they first met. Hadrian always had everything Percy had dreamed of: having a good house name, a lot of fortune, magical power, popularity, and the girl he had always dreamed of.

In House Gryffindor, another person was also watching the interaction between Hadrian and the girls. Thomas Potter watched as his brother interacted with the two girls and the rest of his friend. He could see that while there was annoyance on his expression, there was also a glint of happiness in his eyes.

Thomas kept watching as his brother's friends started joking around with one another; Thomas hoped that he could have friends like his brother's, who were unlike what Thomas had heard about Slytherin from his parents. His brother and his friends had destroyed the old Slytherin image of being cold and sadistic and created a new – a better – image.

He had already listened to some of his Gryffindor seniors of how the Slytherin had changed and that they had turned the entire school against the Gryffindors. The Gryffindor that his father and mother used to tell him stories about how they were the leader of the other Houses to follow had changed; in this generation, the Slytherins were the leaders of Hogwarts and the Gryffindors were to stand alone.

His brother, Hadrian was the reason for all the changes that happened. The entire Gryffindor House either hated or disliked his brother because of the changes. He already had to listen to one of his friends complain of how his brother was going to be a Dark Lord and that he was evil and dark.

Daphne started dragging Hadrian away from the other girl while giving her a glare. The first class that they had was Charms and the classroom was located on the third floor, on the Charms corridor.

When Hadrian and his friends arrived in the classroom, it was almost full since many students liked Professor Flitwick. The classroom had three rows of desks, all facing the teacher's table, behind which sat a large upholstered chair with a high back. Two blackboards flanked the teacher's table, and behind them was a small shelf with books and other objects, beneath a pair of windows.

Hadrian and his friends took a seat near the back of the room as they waited for the professor to arrive. In his years at Hogwarts, Hadrian had always been a favourite student among the teachers. His talent and intellect had proven him to be a once in a hundred years genius, and his polite demeanour had raised the image he had among the professors of Hogwarts that much higher.

A short man entered the classroom through the door, wearing a worn out green robe matching his tiny stature. He carried a stack of books, enough to cover part of his face but his greying brown hair and his pointed ears could still be seen. The short man disappeared behind a desk, only to reappear a moment later standing behind it, peering at the students from over his desk.

"Students," said Professor Flitwick, "today, we are going to learn about the Summoning Charm. Please open your books to page ten."

A smattering of pages rustling dominated the sounds in the class. As Professor Flitwick described the Summoning Charm and gave a brief explanation of how it worked, Hadrian remembered his first Charms class in Hogwarts.

Hadrian and most of the Slytherins, unlike the other first years at the time, didn't feel nervous. They had already been taught how to wield magic from an early age, and though the government stated that it was forbidden for underage children to wield wand magic, most pureblooded household has so many magic surrounding it that they couldn't keep track of it.

At the time, Professor Flitwick had told them that they would be learning the charm Wingardium Leviosa, a spell that allowed a person to levitate items. The majority of the class had failed when they had tried it, but Professor Flitwick had seen Hadrian doing nothing and asked him to try. In a single attempt, Hadrian had successfully casted Wingardium Leviosa, earning awe and respect from his fellow Slytherin and jealousy and envy from most Gryffindor, who had been taking Charms class with Slytherin at the time.

"Marvellous! Marvellous, Mr Potter" Professor Flitwick had said as he clapped his hands. "Twenty points to Slytherin." Students from Slytherin clapped along with Professor Flitwick, praising Hadrian for his efforts as the Gryffindors watched in envy.

"Now put away your books and take out your wand. The incantation for this charm is 'Accio', followed by the name of the item you wish to summon." Professor Flitwick gestured to the many pillows lined against the wall. "For today, you will try to summon the pillow that is in the front of the classroom to your desk."

All of the student did as Flitwick said and followed his instructions, though many failed to produce the results they had wished to achieve. Professor Flitwick turned towards Hadrian who, as usual, was not attempting the spell. It was then that Professor Flitwick asked Hadrian to cast the spell and, as usual, he accomplished what the other fourth years could not in a single attempt. The professor congratulated Hadrian, as did the other Slytherins, and awarded House Slytherin points for Hadrian's achievement.

It was then that the school bell rang, signalling the end of the first two periods of classes. Hadrian and his friends started packing their books, but before they were able to leave, Professor Flitwick had asked Hadrian to stay back for a while.

"Mr Potter, I believe I must congratulate you for a job well done," Professor Flitwick said with a smile.

"What do you mean, Professor?" Hadrian asked, bewildered.

"The Duelling Championship, Mr Potter."

"Ah, you watched that, Professor?"

"Well of course! As a former Duelling Champion myself, I was given a special privilege to watch the event. Even though it is not highly publicised in Magical Britain, most of us in the Duelling Circle noticed how a fourteen-year-old won the International Duelling Championship. Though I wonder, why is it that you represented another country instead of ours?"

Hadrian couldn't help but smile at Professor Flitwick's misunderstanding. "I think you're mistaken, Professor. I may be born in Britain, but I was raised in Russia. Laws in Magical Britain is more complex – more… extreme in their belief that learning uncharted magic would lead them to the path of becoming a Dark Wizard. And, as you may have known, some of my spells I used in the Duelling Championship is heavily frowned upon in Magical Britain."

"I am also quite disappointed in Magical Britain's laws as it doesn't allow us study more eccentric magic." Professor Flitwick frowned but it turned to a smile a moment later. "But I did not ask you to stay back to talk about the laws governing this country; I asked you to stay to talk about skills in duelling.

"I noticed that while your arsenal of spells is quite vast, when you're duelling, your movements are rather rigid. I can teach you some of my moves to aid you in your future duels. Would you like that?"

"Of course, Professor!" To be offered the chance to study under a former Duelling Champion, one whose reputation was sung in praises and only praises, was a great opportunity! Hadrian would be a fool if he rejected him. "I would be honoured to."

"Excellent! We'll begin your training this Saturday afternoon." After Professor Flitwick told Hadrian the venue of their training, the small man dismissed him.

After leaving the charms classroom, Hadrian felt happy since he would begin training with one of the best duellist in the world. He was currently walking to his next class which was potions, and the potion classroom was in the dungeon.

When Hadrian arrived outside of the classroom, he spotted his friends were waiting for him in front of it. They entered together; the classroom itself was large and was colder than up in the main castle, and would have been creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Hadrian and Daphne took the front seat while they waited, but not for long. Soon, the door slammed open and a tall man with a large, hooked nose entered the classroom, donning a flowing black robes and his greasy, shoulder-length black hair flowing along with it. He stood in front of the classroom, not failing to unnerve most of the fourth year students with his presence alone.

"Take out your books and open page thirteen. There are instructions on that book, guiding you to…"

As Professor Snape droned on, once again, Hadrian remembered his first potions class. It was a novel experience having a teacher who had clearly disliked him from day one try but fail to humiliate him.

"Mr. Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape had asked Hadrian.

"A powerful sleeping potion called the Draught of Living Death." Hadrian had answered

"Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" the Professor asked again.

Once again, Hadrian answered. "A bezoar is taken from the stomach of a goat."

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?"

"No difference, Sir. They are the same plant, which goes by the name aconite."

Professor Snape had frowned, clearly displeased that Hadrian was able to answer his questions perfectly. Hadrian hadn't known why Professor Snape had been displeased with him until the end of his first year, when his grandfather had explained the relation to between James potter and snape. But at the time, Hadrian had been clueless as to why Professor Snape had irritatedly said, "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

"Well, Mr Potter," said Professor Snape as he walked towards Hadrian's desk. "It seems that, once again, you have outshined your peers. A textbook example of the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Twenty points to Slytherin."

Unlike in Professor Flitwick's class, no one had cheered, knowing that Professor Snape didn't like any raucous behaviour in the classroom. There were few, though, that patted Hadrian on the back as a 'job well done!' gesture.

After leaving the potion classroom, Hadrian and his friends started walking towards the Transfiguration classroom. The classroom was on the ground-floor of Hogwarts Castle, accessible from the Middle Courtyard.

Hadrian and his friends arrive in a big classroom, surrounded by high windows, has four rows of three desks, and still had enough room for several cages and bookshelves, two chalkboards, and a desk for the professor. Several candlesticks were standing lit behind the desk. It was already full since Professor McGonagall, a tall woman in her fifties usually seen wearing a dark green robe and a crooked, pointed hat, disliked students arriving late to her class. Soon after the bell rang, Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

"Today we will be learning to transform a hedgehog to pincushion, you will find the instructions in your book."

Similarly, during their Transfiguration class, Hadrian impressed the class by turning the hedgehog into a pincushion in a single try. Professor McGonagall had awarded House Slytherin twenty points, and another fifty after Hadrian helped the rest of the class learn how to do the spell.

It reminded Hadrian of how every time Professor McGonagall asked him to show the students how to perform the magic and how Hadrian was asked to help his classmates. It had started on his first-year, when Hadrian spotted a cat – which was actually McGonagall in her Animagus form – and tried to feed her.

He had already realized that the cat wasn't a normal one since most cats would be rather agitated when among unknown people. But this cat was silent and still, watching the students enter the class one by one and took their seats. Hadrian, unlike the other students, pet the cat and gave her a drink.

He was about to return to his desk but didn't have the chance to as the final student entered the classroom and the cat morphed into Professor McGonagall. Most of the Gryffindors laughed at Hadrian, thinking that Hadrian would get into trouble after his actions, but were surprised when McGonagall asked, "How did you know, Mr Potter?"

Hadrian then explained that a cat was an animal that didn't like to be still, and that they move very often; and her being so still can only mean that it was not a cat. Professor McGonagall was elated by Hadrian's explanation and awarded Slytherin points. After a successful Transfiguration of a match into a needle in a single try, Hadrian was further awarded by Professor McGonagall points for his talent.

Even in other classes, Hadrian had never failed once. Whether it was DADA, Quidditch, or even classes like Herbology and History, Harry had never failed to achieve a perfect score. It didn't matter if it was his first year, second year, or third year, Hadrian had dominated in his academics. And his fourth year would be no different – Hadrian wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect.