Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Hadrian had a lot of fun the week after the hospital visit. It seemed like Rita Skeeter had masterfully weaved a sorrowful tale of how their poor orphaned boy-savoir was beaten and starved by his muggle relatives. It included details of his medical examination that was somehow 'leaked' to her along with a note stating that if written in the way he wanted it to be written, he may just be willing to give her an exclusive interview. It also included how his magic was suppressed by someone who had the magical signature suspiciously similar to Albus Dumbledore. This had the desired effect on the British wizarding population; it created anti-muggle sentiment and as an added bonus, dragged Dumbledore's name through the mud. It also stated that Hadrian was now emancipated and currently living in an undisclosed location.

The next few months were busy. He knew that Tom would be at the Leaky Cauldron on July 31st so he had a lot of errands to run. First was getting Tom a body. Hadrian walked into his study to think. The study was much like the Hogwarts headmasters office but done in the elves graceful design. It also included a balcony that showed the valley the house was placed in. When asked, Dakum stated that this was the perfect place where he could get the most work done. The scenery of the Pyrenees Mountains was beautiful. From the balcony, the mountains looked sharp and jagged, lined with shrubs and evergreens. Below was a wide river which fed into a large deep-blue lake.

Browsing the bookshelves that lined the study, Hadrian pulled out an old worn black leather book. When he was originally six years old, he had found this book in the trashcan outside of school. Using accidental magic, he had unconsciously placed muggle-repelling and a never-ending page charm. This way his Uncle never found it and he never ran out of pages. This book became his diary and he wrote anything important it. It had a record of everything he had done in his life since the age of six to the present. The book held invaluable knowledge on the past; knowledge he would have surly forgotten. Reading the diary he learned where Tom's various horcruxes were. The diary was in Malfoy Manor, the locket in Grimmuld Place, the cup in the chamber of secrets, the diadem in the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts, the ring in the Gaunt shack, and a piece of one, in Hadrian himself. It also included where Tom's wand was.

In January Hadrian traveled back to England with the intent of retrieved the locket. Appearing at Grimmuld place, Hadrian cringed. Either get a new house-elf or convince the current one to start cleaning up. As the young man walked down the hall, he noticed the beheaded elves hanging on the wall. Definitely a dark house, but the family must have been slightly mad. He remembered reading something about the Black insanity in his diary.

He also read about Kreacher, the house-elf of Grimmuld Place. Slightly mad, pureblood-supremacist, with an obsession with his dead mistress's portrait, Kreacher turned out to be the most helpful house-elf Hadrian had ever owned. He was once very loyal to one Regulus Black who told the house-elf to destroy the locket-horcrux. He knew were the locket was now but it would be easier to retrieve if Kreacher wasn't fighting him.

"Kreacher" yelled Hadrian

The house-elf appeared with a CRACK!

"Master Lord Magic Sir, what can Kreacher do for you?" he said with a bow that had his nose touching the floor.

Hadrian wasn't surprised that Kreacher knew his identity. House-elves are woefully underestimated by wizards. They could perform magic that wizards can't and seemed to know what was always happening. They were once proud High Elves but a ritual gone wrong changed them into subservient creatures that were forced to do a wizards bidding. They are related to brownies; if they were offered pay for their work, they would be deeply offended and runaway.

"You were once given the task of destroying a locket by Regulus Black" At this the house-elf's eyes started tearing up. "I would have you know that that locket was precious to my mate, the Dark Lord. His life would very much be at stake if it were to be destroyed." Kreachers eyes opened wide. He gave a squeak and disappeared. House-elves were sworn to serve their masters, they were still creatures of magic and were required to serve Dakum and her chosen Lords over their own wizards.

A gilded portrait of a beautiful woman looked down upon the young man with curiosity. "Who are you to be ordering my house-elf around?"

"Ma'am, how much of the old ways do you follow?"

"To the best of my ability"

"And how much of the old lore do you know, specifically about the Lords of Magic"

The portrait's eyes went wide. She had never thought to ever meet a Lord much less two of them. When it was first found out that Tom Riddle was the Dark Lord, the Dark pureblood community started tripping over themselves trying to please the man and even get into his bed, but everyone knew that his destined mate would be the only one to truly capture his heart. Walburga wanted to be with this powerful man but it was not her destiny to be the Light Lady. Now here she was, a portrait meeting the Light Lord in her own home. Oh how she wished she were still alive so she could watch how the world changed.

"While I may be young, Dakum has decided that I would be a better Dalith than Dumbledore" Walburga sneered at that. She still remembered how manipulative her transfiguration professor was and was shocked along with the rest of the world when he killed his own mate. Any man coldhearted enough to kill their own mate was twisted and evil. That is why the purebloods who still followed the old ways opposed Dumbledore. They were waiting for the next Dalith to take his place. Now it seemed like the time had come.

"What can the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black do for the Dalith?" Walburga asked regally using all the dignity a portrait could possess.

"My mate has a precious heirloom that was stolen by your youngest son" Walburga looked surprised by this. She had taught her children the old ways and to purposely go against the Dahal was traitorous. "I have tracked it down to this house and I am here to retrieve it. On a much happier note you eldest son," Walburga sneered at the mention of her blood traitor son who followed the fake Dalith, "has named me his heir so when Sirus Black dies, I will gain control of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black." Walburga looked stunned by this. It wasn't every day you thought your House would fall to ruin because of your blood traitor son to be told that the Light Lord was going to take it over. She couldn't have been happier and relieved for her House. It would be in good hands.

Kreacher reappeared with a crack holding a familiar gold locket with an 'S' engraved on its face. He looked teary eyed as he handed the locket over to Hadrian who pocketed it. The young man finally bent down and said, "I know that Regulus wanted you to destroy it and I will carry out his wish. The locket itself will not he destroyed but the magic residing in it will be returned to its owner. You can think of it as cleansing the locket and that is really what Regulus wanted to do. Your master's last wish will be fulfilled" Hadrian assured.

Kreacher burst into tears and hugged him. Hadrian let the house-elf cry for a bit then gently disentangled himself and with a bow to both the elf and the portrait, he left.

Hadrian walked purposely down the gravel path that led to Hogwarts. Tom had always felt that Hogwarts was his first home. Hadrian had felt that too. They had both left cold, abusive homes were they were feared and misunderstood to the coziness of Hogwarts. To them Hogwarts was a sanctuary and no matter how many injuries or whoever bothered them – mainly a certain transfiguration professor turned headmaster – Hogwarts would always be their first home. Because of that, Tom had decided to hide not only one but two of his Horcruxes here. The cup was in the chamber of secrets guarded by a basilisk and the diadem was in the room of requirements.

Hadrian sneaked into the school and got reacquainted with Hogwarts. Most people don't realize that Hogwarts was a sentient being and her greatest pleasure was to protect her students. With a quick word with Hogwarts, Hadrian found that the path to the second-floor girl's bathroom was clear. He quickly made his way down to the chamber and after a brief chat with the basilisk he retrieved the cup. It didn't take much more effort to retrieve the diadem but Hadrian had to be more subtle. The room of requirements was on the seventh floor, as was the headmaster's office and the entry way to the Gryffindor common room.

He got out of there with no one the wiser.

He had to admit that sneaking into Malfoy Manor to retrieve the diary was going to be the hardest part of his horcrux hunt. Using the knowledge from his diary he located a secret passageway that led into the manor. Only the Head of Malfoy House knows this passageway. It was built to ensure an escape route if the manor was ever attacked. When Hadrian and Tom's own home had burned to the ground, they had seeked refuge at Malfoy Manor. A year later, muggles had found the manor and using their technology to lay siege and eventually invaded. Everyone had quickly left the manor using the escape route but Lucius was lost trying to protect his home, wife, lover, son, and grandson.

The protections around the Gaunt shack were pitiful. Why Tom thought his horcrux would be safe here was anyone's guess. Nevertheless, Hadrian successfully grabbed the ring and wasn't cursed.

For the longest time, Hadrian couldn't figure out why Tom had wanted the Philosopher's Stone in his first year. It wouldn't have helped him gain his body back. When asked, Tom explained that it was to keep Quirrell alive until he could perform the resurrection ritual. When asked why he didn't just skip to the ritual in the first place and kidnap Harry when they first met in the Leaky Cauldron, Tom gaped and wondered why he never thought of that before. We learned that Tom had a fondness of making an overcomplicated plan when a simple solution would suffice.

After centuries of studying the elixir of life, we had both found out that by using soul magic, it was possible to recreate his body. Knowing the proper procedure, Hadrian worked on creating Tom his body using the elixir and the horcruxes. He kept the horcrux that was inside him so that if anything were to happen, Hadrian could always bring him back.

I want it noted that the House of Glofindale is a copy of Rivendale from the LOTR movies. I always loved Rivendale and want to live there. Since I'm not fility rich I can't build it so the next best thing is to let one of my characters live in it. If there is ever a LOTR theme park, Rivendale should be available to sleep in. Check on google images to see how it looks like.