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Kings Cross Station [1991]

"Do you have your trunks?"

"Yes." Both Hadrian and Destiny replied, patting their pockets. Bellatrix had shrunken their trunks in order for there to be less of a hassle to get onto the train.

"Do you have your money pouches?"

"Yes." They responded. They had both been given a bottomless pouch of galleons that connected directly to the Riddle, Black, and Lestrange vaults.

"Destiny, did you send Inferno off to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I sent Inferno off this morning." Destiny said, her voice laced with irritation.

"Good. Now don't get into too much trouble, alright? I need you both back in one piece."

"Fine." They both chorused together.

"Oh, and what's the number one rule if you get caught doing something wrong?"

"Don't get caught, first of all." Hadrian smiled. "And if you somehow do get caught.."

"Blame someone else or lie your way out of it." Destiny finished.

Bellatrix beamed proudly. She glanced around, making sure no one was watching, before pulling them both in for a quick hug. Hadrian rolled his eyes, but hugged her back with less enthusiasm.

"Stop worrying, Bella. We'll be fine!" Hadrian reassured her with a small smile.

"I'll owl you every month, mother." Destiny promised.

"Every week you mean?" Bellatrix corrected.

"Thats what I said, every month." Destiny winked, and Bellatrix chuckled.

"I'm sorry for being like this. I'll just miss you." Bellatrix confessed.

"Yes, without me, who else will you chase around with dark hexes?" Hadrian questioned dramatically.

"And without me, who else will tell you where the best spots for muggle hunting are?" Destiny added.

"Oh shut up. Is it a crime for me to miss you? I'm sure even the Dark Lord will somewhat miss you whiney brats." Bellatrix scowled.

Hadrian and Destiny exchanged a glance before laughing. The Dark Lord would miss them? That was funny.

"This is where I leave you. You know how to get to the platform, right?" Bellatrix asked. The Dark Lord hadn't allowed her to enter the station, for fear of the Ministry officials that were sure to be around.

"Walk straight through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. We know." Destiny said.

Bellatrix nodded stiffly, and sniffed. "I'll see you at the end of the year. Goodbye." She waved. Destiny and Hadrian waved back, and she disapparated in a whirl of black smoke.

"Shall we, Miss Lestrange?" Hadrian asked formally, slipping on his pureblood mask.

"Lead the way, Mr. Riddle." She replied, trying to stifle a laugh. Destiny had been taught all the pureblooded traditions and proper etiquette by Narcissa Malfoy as well. Now she could go from being a giggling eleven year old girl, to a cold, elegant lady in less than two seconds.

They entered the station, hiding frowns at all the quirky muggles. Hadrian's scowl deepened as he saw the large family of redheads bustling towards the platform.

"Weaselys." Destiny whispered with disgust, following Hadrian's gaze.

Hadrian glared at the family of...well, too many to count. Those idiots were the Lightest family after the Potters themselves. He noticed the only girl Weasley, looking almost as annoyed as him. Hadrian smirked. A Weasley annoyed by her family? It was unheard of.

Hadrian did not have the patience to wait as Mother Weasel checked over all her babies. He ran into the barrier, and felt slightly dizzy before steadying himself on his feet. Destiny came through next, almost crashing into Hadrian. He concealed his smile at the Hogwarts Express. He had finally made it.

Destiny spotted the Malfoys in the large crowd, and dashed off towards them. Hadrian followed her, but at a much slower pace. Destiny gave both Narcissa, and Lucius a hug. Lucius stiffened and glanced around awkwardly. Hadrian wanted to laugh so bad at the surprised expression on his face. Destiny said something to Mrs. Malfoy, and walked off to greet someone else.

"Mrs. Malfoy." Hadrian greeted, leaning in and kissing her cheek.

"I'll be having none of that!" Narcissa chided, and pulled Hadrian into a hug. Hadrian could feel the air being sucked out of him, and he groaned.

"Narcissa let go of him, you'll kill the boy." A deep voice spoke. Narcissa reluctantly loosened her grip, and Hadrian took a deep breath. He had never been more thankful to for Lucius in his entire life.

"Lucius. How are you today." Hadrian formally addressed the head of the Malfoy family.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "I do hope you are not planning to greet me like you did Narcissa."

Hadrian laughed and shook his head. "Of course not Mr. Malfoy." He replied smoothly.

"See, Draco? He's such a gentleman. Why can't you be more like Hadrian?" Narcissa demanded, whacking Draco's head. Draco scowled and rubbed his head, smoothing down his hair. Hadrian rolled his eyes at the narcissistic blond.

"I presume your father has spoke to you about the latest plans." Lucius drawled, pretending to look at the time.

"Mother-stop..Stop it! I'm fine. Would you stop that, woman!" Draco grumbled slapping Narcissa's hands away from his wrinkle-free robes. Lucius rolled his eyes and faced an amused looking Hadrian.

"He has. Everything is in order, yes?" Hadrian asked, cocking an eyebrow. Lucius nodded crisply, and shook Hadrian's hand before turning away.. Hadrian smirked, Lucius Malfoy was about as affectionate as his own father was.

"You best be boarding the train now." Lucius spoke in a silky voice. Draco grinned, and pulled onto Hadrian's arm. Lucius frowned at his son's obvious excitement. Hadrian was far more reserved.

"Be safe, dears." Narcissa whispered softly. Hadrian nodded, and stepped onto the train. They walked through the halls, trying to find a suitable compartment. Hadrian didn't see any of his friends, so they continued to look for an open the back of the train, they saw Destiny sitting down with her trunk already packed above.

She was lounged across a couple seats, and chatting with Daphne Greengrass.

"I see you're making yourself comfortable." He spoke loudly, effectively startling Destiny. and Daphne. Destiny fell down from her seat, and glared at Hadrian.

"Hello Daphne." Hadrian greeted, giving her a quick hug. She was a pretty girl, and very smart. Hadrian had become acquainted with her because of the constant balls and pureblood festivities that regularly took place at Malfoy Manor. He slid onto a seat next to Daphne, and Draco sat across from them.

"So, how was your summer?" Daphne asked sweetly, leaning back in her seat.

"Boring." A voice responded. All four people turned to see Blaise Zabini standing in their cabin. He stood tall and proud with dark hair and crystal blue eyes. He easily placed his large wooden trunk on the rack and brushed off his robes.

"Zabini. I didn't think you were going to make it." Hadrian addressed him.

"And yet, here I am." Blaise snapped. He settled onto a seat next to Draco.

"Whats got your knickers in a twist?" Draco asked.

"Mother got married again, and she wants me to meet her new idiotic husband." Blaise huffed.

"Again?" Daphne repeated, in a disbelieving tone. Mrs. Zabini was a beautiful lady, even at the age of 35. She had gotten married about seven times, and mysteriously, every single one of her husbands ended up dying.

"When do you think she'll murder him?" Draco mused out loud.

"I'd say around November?" Blaise guessed, cracking a smile. Mrs. Zabini always married wealthy men, and although it was never confirmed, everyone in the elite pureblood circles knew that she would later kill them and take their money.

"December." Destiny corrected, having already seen it using her Seer abilities. They all laughed, and Blaise was about to say something, but he was cut off.

"The Chosen one is coming!" Someone shouted loudly. Hadrian did not bat an eye, and instead turned to talk to Daphne.

"Excuse me. You all are in the compartment I wanted." A snotty voice spoke, and Hadrian reluctantly turned around. He curled his lip in distaste at the chubby Alexander Potter.

Hadrian raised an eyebrow cooly, and gestured outside the cabin. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were blind and didn't notice all the other empty compartments."

The Chosen one turned red, and spectators outside gasped. Alexander Potter adjusted his glasses before glaring at him. "You've got some nerve, taking the compartment I wanted."

"I guess I do."

"Haha. That was very funny." Alexander said sarcastically. "But really, you need to move."

"And if I don't?" Hadrian challenged, standing up. Alexander backed away slightly.

"Get out of my compartment, before I hex you." Hadrian hissed, and enjoyed the scared look on Potter's face as he scrambled out the door muttering something that sounded awfully like "Evil Slytherins."

Draco was grinning widely, and Destiny burst out into laughter that was almost as insane as her mother's.

"Well that was interesting." Daphne muttered, inspecting her perfectly manicured nails.

"Who's up for a game of exploding snap?" Blaise offered, pulling out the cards. It was an intense game, and the girls were just as competitive as the boys. In the end, Hadrian won, although Destiny was very close. Draco had a singed eyebrow, and was cursing under his breath. Blaise was unable to stop laughing at him, which caused Draco to hex him. Daphne rolled her eyes, and fixed his eyebrows with a wave of her wand.

Their chatter ceased as the door to the cabin slowly slid open, and a tall, lanky boy was revealed. He blushed furiously.

"S-Sorry. I didn't know this cabin was filled." The boy stuttered, turning to leave.

"Wait." Hadrian called out, causing the boy to freeze in place. "What is your name?"

"Neville. Neville Longbottom."

"So you're a pureblood?" Draco assumed, raising an eyebrow. He had been told of the Longbottom family, and how they were the only open light side pureblood family.

"Y-yes. Is there something wrong?" Neville asked cautiously.

"Of course not, come sit. My name is Hadrian Riddle. This is Blaise, Draco, Destiny, and Daphne." Hadrian spoke smoothly, and pointed to a spot next to Blaise.

Neville looked startled at their strange kindness. Every other cabin he had went into had snickered at him or hexed him out the door. Not wanting to pass the opportunity up, Neville stumbled over to the seat.

"Why do you look so nervous? We won't bite. But, I make no promises about Draco." Destiny laughed, and it sounded like tinkling wind chimes to Neville. He slowly relaxed, but still fidgeted occasionally. Neville fearfully glanced at the silver snake and shivered.

"I have been told I have absurdly sharp teeth," Draco admitted, "Perfect for biting."

The entire cabin tried to muffle their snickers, including Neville. He already liked these people and they treated him like he was one of their best friends.

"I'm so excited to go to Hogwarts. My nana always told me I was a squib, so when I got my Hogwarts letter it was a really big surprise! Even though I barely have any magic, at least I'm here!" Neville exclaimed. Draco stiffened and turned to look at Neville.

"Your grandmother thought you were a squib?"

"Yes. She doesn't like me very much." Neville explained, looking downcast.

"Well you got into Hogwarts, so you have magic inside of you." Blaise pointed out.

Destiny was staring at Neville with a calculating look. Her big blue eyes widened and she smiled warmly. "You actually have a lot of power, you just haven't learned how to use it."

Neville scoffed. "I highly doubt that, since I can barely do any magic."

"One should never doubt a Seer, Longbottom." Draco said seriously.

"You're a Seer!?" Neville gasped. "Blimey, that's incredible!"

"She's right. You could be great, if you had the right influences, and friends." Blaise hinted.

"Why are you being so nice to me? All the other kids laughed at me and sent me away." Nevile said sadly.

"Do we need a reason? You seem like a nice kid, just a bit too jumpy and nervous. We just need to toughen you up a bit, and they won't know what hit them." Daphne smiled.

"I don't know...I'm not very good at anything." Neville mumbled. Hadrian shot him a dark look.

"Stop doubting yourself. You are a great wizard, and you need to believe that." Hadrian scolded.

It was in that moment, Neville Longbottom had an epiphany. He truly was a strong, pureblooded wizard, and in the future he would become even better. Hadrian Riddle and his friends had helped him realize this within five minutes of meeting him for the first time. They had brought him out of his quivering shell, and had treated him like one of their own. From that moment on, Neville Longbottom knew he would be loyal to these people no matter what. It was time to stop being the cowardly, shaky little boy. Now it was time to start acting like the powerful wizard we was, and show the world that he was worthy of being Hadrian Riddle's friend.

Everyone noticed the immense change in Neville's attitude as he sat up straighter and smoothed out his robes. His hands no longer shook, and his eyes burned with fierce determination.

"I have a feeling we'll be great friends." Hadrian stated as he leaned back in his seat

"You don't even need me to confirm that statement." Destiny smiled, and Neville grinned. He didn't care that everyone on the train called these people evil Slytherins, he didn't care that everyone was afraid of them. They were the first people to welcome him so warmly, which was ironic since Slytherins tended to be ice-cold. He wanted to be as smooth, and as suave as them. Slytherins they may be, but they were his only friends.

"I don't mean to be rude, but everyone said you cursed Alexander Potter because he was a halfblood? Is that true?" Neville asked.

Hadrian scowled. "No. I didn't do anything to him except glare at him. The fool ran away himself. And I have nothing against halfbloods. Even certain muggleborns are okay. I just don't like Potter and I hate muggles."

"But he's the Chosen One!" Neville exclaimed.

"Tell me Neville, why is he the Chosen one?"

"Because the prophecy say-"

"Did he do anything worth being worshipped? Have you even seen what an idiot he is?"

"Well no, bu-"

"Exactly. Once he does something worthy, I might respect him. But until then, he is a waste of space, and utter rubbish." Hadrian hissed angrily. Neville stared at him with wide eyes.

"Calm down." Destiny whispered. Hadrian slowly began to relax, but he could sill feel his blood boiling.

"No, he's right." Neville said quietly. "People who don't deserve respect, shouldn't act as if they are entitled to it."

"Agreed." Draco and Blaise said in unison.

There was a knock on their door, and Blaise reluctantly opened the door.

"Anything from the trolly, dears?" A plump lady asked, gesturing to the cart heavily laden with candy and junk food.

Blaise glanced back and raised an eyebrow.

"We'll take a couple of everything." Hadrian said firmly, reaching inside his money pouch. "It's on me."

"We aren't poor Hadrian." Draco scoffed. "You don't have to buy us candy."

Hadrian ignored him and proceeded to hand the lady some galleons. She looked irritated at the large order, but still began to hand Hadrian the candy. He dumped everything on the side table, and closed the door before sitting back down.

"Just shut up and eat it." Hadrian commanded, after noticing that no one had made a move to touch the candy. Blaise shrugged and began chewing on a licorice wand.

"Neville, you can have some too. You're our friend now." Hadrian said. Neville's face broke out into a wide grin, and he grabbed a chocolate frog.

"Thanks Hadrian. And I'm really sorry about asking you about Potter."

Hadrian waved it off, and opened up a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

He handed Draco an interesting green colored bean, while he tried an orange-brown colored bean.

"Ick. It tastes like grass!" Draco made a face and wiped his tongue off rapidly.

"Hhm. Mine was toast." Hadrian said. "Strange, but not completely bad."

Neville hesitantly tried one and luckily he got coconut. Blaise wasn't so lucky, and ended up eating a spinach flavored one. Daphne did not want to eat one, for fear of getting a disgusting flavored one. Instead, she and Luna nibbled on sugar quills.

Their door slid open, and a girl slipped inside their compartment.

"Um hello?" Neville said, slightly annoyed by the girl abruptly stepping inside.

"Oh, I'm sorry for just barging in."

"You should be." Draco grumbled. Her bright smile faltered, but she ignored him.

"I just wanted to tell you that we very close to Hogwarts, so you might want to change into your robes." She explained. "'But I can see you are already changed. I'm Hermione Granger." She smiled widely.

Hadrian could see two of her front teeth were bucked-toothed. Her hair was bushy and she had wild, untamed curls. She had wise eyes, and Hadrian had a good feeling about this Hermione Granger.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Granger." Hadrian spoke softly, grasping her outstretched hand. Instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and gently placed a soft kiss on it. Hermione looked dazed for a second before blushing deeply.

"I'm Hadrian Riddle. That lovely lady is Daphne Greengrass, and those two are Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zabini. This is Destiny. And that pompous blonde over there is Draco Malfoy. These are my friends." Hadrian introduced. Daphne gave a small wave and Blaise shot her a her a friendly wink. Neville smiled slightly, but Draco scrutinized her from top to bottom.

"Granger. I don't believe I've heard of the Grangers." Draco thought out loud, looking at Hermione for an explanation.

"That's because my parents are muggles. I'm muggleborn, you see."

"Charming." Draco said sarcastically, turning away.

"Ignore him, he just hates all muggles and anything to do with the muggle world." Hadrian said sheepishly, glaring at Draco.

"What a coincidence. I hate muggles too." She said dryly.

"Really? But you grew up with them? How do you hate them?" Hadrian asked with surprise. He wondered if Hermione had experienced something similar to his time with the Dursleys.

"Oh thats a story for another day." Hermione whispered, almost sadly. There was a small moment of silence before Draco spoke.

"What's this? A mudblood hating muggles?" He drawled out tauntingly. It sounded eerily similar to Lucius's voice.

"Do you have a problem? I can understand if you're one of those sick muggle loving fools, but I am entitled to my own opinion." Hermione said haughtily, sticking her nose up in the air.

"How dare you! I am no muggle lover, nor a fool!" Draco hissed.

"It's like they're competing on who's more arrogant." Daphne whispered. Hadrian stifled a laugh.

Hermione looked Draco up and down, before smirking slyly. "Could've fooled me."

"You little-"

Hadrian covered Draco's mouth before he could say something highly undignified. They both glared at each other and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Won't you sit down, Hermione?" Hadrian asked. Draco groaned audibly and rolled his eyes.

"I would love to." Hermione said, shooting daggers at Draco. She smiled sweetly at Hadrian before sitting down gracefully next to him.

"So what house do you want? I myself prefer Gryffindor; the headmaster himself was in that house. But Ravenclaw wouldn't be to bad either. Anything but Slytherin."

Everyone in the cabin turned to look at her. Draco was seething under his blank mask.

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" Daphne asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I read that everyone in Slytherin becomes a Dark wizard."

Draco glared at Hermione. He was starting to hate the mudblood more and more.

"Don't believe everything you read." He growled. "I happen to know I'll get into Slytherin. It is after all, the greatest house. They only accept the best of the best."

Draco looked at Hermione with disdain, "Clearly, Slytherin won't be accepting you, mudblood."

"What Draco is trying to say," Hadrian interrupted before either could start another argument, "Is that Slytherin tends to have pureblood students. They aren't all dark wizards, Hermione. Draco is right, you shouldn't believe everything you hear. It is true that many of them have become Dark wizards, but it was their choice. A wizard can become dark, no matter what house they are in. You shouldn't go around saying such things, otherwise people might get angry."

Hermione nodded with understanding. "I'm sorry, it's just some boy..I think his name was Weasel? Yes, Weasel said that Slytherins were evil too, so I thought I was right."

Blaise laughed. "She called Weasely, the Weasel! I don't care about your blood, you are my new best friend."

Hermione smiled tightly, "I can't believe I listened to him. He looked thicker than a troll and he even had dirt on his nose. Such filth."

"Tell me about it. This train is filled with filth." Draco smirked, and glared at Hermione. Hadrian kicked Draco's shins, and shot him a warning glare. Draco rolled his eyes, but reluctantly backed down.

Hadrian grinned as he saw the silhouette of the Hogwarts castle through the window. He had finally made it to Hogwarts. After so many years of training, Hadrian was finally going to show the world what he could do.