Chapter 10 now, I've been done with this one for a little bit, so I've just waited a little while, and wrote ahead. In a day or two Draco's next chapter will be released, so look forward to that.

Things are going to escalate quickly in this one, and Hadrian will be on alert.

Hope you enjoy.

R&R

DISCLAIMER: We don't own Harry Potter.

CHAPTER X: THE TRIGGER OF HOGWARTS

Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts, Scotland

(October 25th, 7:45, 1992)

Hadrian was bored. For once, he hoped for something bad to happen. The previous October, there had been the Gringotts break in, and a troll… that was it. This October, nothing at all! He thought, raging at the universe. Classes had ended early for the day, it being the end of the week, and the students departed for dinner. Hadrian skipped out on that, and decided to retire to the Common Room, and find something to do until night curfew began. Overall, he failed.

I'm pretty sure you're one of the only Slytherins asking for trouble… besides the idiots. The voice pointed out, making Hadrian think.

"Oh shut up." Hadrian muttered, swinging himself off of the sofa he'd been lying on before, and left through the Baron's empty portrait.

So… where are we going? The Voice asked in a child-like fashion.

I have no idea, but someplace fun. Hadrian thought, as he walked out of the dungeons, merely wandering. As he approached the main section of Hogwarts, he heard something. At the sound, he turned around to look behind him, but saw nothing.

The pre-etender is neaarrr! A loud voice hissed out, causing Hadrian's ears to ring out. He fell to his knees, and grabbed at his head as the hissing continued. He could have sworn he felt something wet brush his ears, but it most likely was his blood streaming out.
After several agonizing moments, the hissing ended. Once he started getting over it, Hadrian tried to stand, only for The Voice to scream one thing.

Incoming!

Before Hadrian could react, a strong, hard object smashed into the back of his skull, causing him to drop like a stone.
A hooded person now stood over Hadrian, with a bloody, metal bat in hand. The Figure shook slightly from adrenaline, before recovering. The Figure wore a muggle bag on their back, with a small book sticking out the edge.

The figure wiped the bat on Hadrian's robes, slipped it into the bag, and walked away from Hadrian, their mission completed. Once they turned several corners, they removed the book, and began to write.

'Is that it Gel?' The Figure inked into the book with a sharp quiell.

Immediately afterwards, several words began to form on the paper in response.

'You distracted him, good, but there's still more work to be done.'

'Should I obliviate him?"

'His mind is strong, I doubt that alone could handle it. Let him stay harmed, but I'd advise getting him out of the way. Hit him once more, and place him in a closet.' The Book wrote out, commanding The Figure once more.

'I will.'

With that, The Figure set off, struck Hadrian's head once more with the bat, and dragged him into the closest closet. With a quick locking spell, The Figure set off on the next task that needed to be done.

Hadrian had gotten his wish, there was something to do…

The Mindscape

"I said incoming." A voice said, dragging Hadrian from the the comatose portion of his mind.

"What are you talk-" Hadrian muttered, but stopped as he took in his surroundings. He sat in the parlor room of the Mental Potter Manor, and was sitting next to what seemed to be himself.

"We were attacked, and I warned you. I'm honestly surprised you didn't impulse blaze, as that normally happens when something goes wrong. More importantly, I'm wondering who attacked us." The other him explained, climbed off of the sofa, and paced the room.

"Voice? That you?" Hadrian asked, unfamiliar with the person in front him, aside from his appearance.

"Yep, this is the only form I could take, as this is your default template. In order to form in here, I had to use a template, and I had to choose between you, Hermione, or Draco. I preferred using you." The Voice said, stretching his limbs slightly, and looking back at Hadrian.

"You said we were attacked, did you see what they looked like?" Hadrian asked, as The Voice always noticed more than he did.

"I see through your eyes, if you didn't, neither did I…" The Voice muttered, surprised at Hadrian's question.

"Yeah, I should have thought of that. Did you hear the hissing?"

"What?"

"I heard a snake, hissing to me, extremely loud. It was like it was screaming on purpose. It all just happened so fast." Hadrian said, leaning forward, and trying to rack his brain for the memory. He also just realized, he was technically inside his brain.

"You mean like this?" The Voice said, moving his hands in different directions in the air, and causing several things to form.

Hadrian was surprised, as The Voice started recreating what had happened. The corner of the parlor changed to resemble a Hogwarts hallway. A slightly transparent Hadrian appeared in the 'hallway', only to fall to it's knees eventually. Hadrian walked over to it, and watched as the recreation of himself stood slightly, before being forced to the ground.

"There's us being attacked," The Voice said, before striking his right hand quickly, causing the recreation to move in fast motion.
They watched as the false Hadrian was attacked once more, and then lifted by an unseen person. The scene on the wall changed, and now showed a closet. The false Hadrian was dumped inside, before being locked in.

The Voice cut it off there, and let his hands fall to his side.

"So, that's it… we're in a closet… " The Voice said in a grim tone.

"How do I wake up?"

"No idea." The Voice answered, hoping they wouldn't be out for long…

Pomfrey's Clinic

(October 28th, 1992)

"Oh shit, back from the dead… " Hadrian swore, taking in his surroundings. He could tell from just smelling the place he was in the clinic. Latex, bleach, medical alcohol, a pewter cauldron cooling down. He could feel heavy bandages wrapped around the back of his head, and… cotton balls in his ears. (Which he quickly popped out.)
Yep, clinic. Hadrian thought, before putting his priorities straight. He made to sit up, but was yanked back. An IV was implanted in his right arm, which he quickly, and painfully pulled out. With that done, he quickly made for his robes, and found out something… His weapons were gone… Atop his robes, was a simple note.

'These items have been labeled as contraband, and are being contained.'

His goal set aside, his mind set on getting his weapons back.
This means war…

Madame Pomfrey was in her office, checking the files she had on Hadrian Potter from the previous year, when said student shoulder-bashed her locked door open.

"Contraband…? Contained…? Where's my stuff bitch?!" Hadrian screamed, black flames licking off his body. Many would have called his actions immature, or rude, maybe even asshole-ish.

He would tell them to fuck off, no one messes with his things. That's how he had always been, as he actually had things now.

"T-those k-kind of items aren't allowed on school grounds… they've been turned into the Headmaster…" Pomfrey stated, horrified that the 'Flaming, murderous looking, enraged student' had his sight locked on her.

"You better hope he has them, or I'm coming back…" Hadrian growled, blazing out of the clinic, leaving a black charred mess where he had been.

Headmaster's Office.

"H-Lord Potter, shouldn't you be in the clinic?" Albus Dumbledore asked upon seeing his most dreaded student burn through the wards of his office.

"Did you think it was funny?"

"Excuse me?" Dumbledore asked, faking innocence. He knew why the boy was there, as he had Poppy disarm the boy immediately.

"You know what I mean. I don't come into your office and take your shit, now do I? I will ask you this once… where the fuck is my stuff." Hadrian snarled, midnight-blue electricity, and pitch-black flames engulfed his body, his dark-green eyes shooting through them.

"I'm not scared of you Hadrian, this is-" Dumbledore started to say, only to be forced to stop, as The Sword of Gryffindor was now pressed to his throat.

While Dumbledore had pretended to be unaffected, Hadrian was using his Electrokinesis ability (He thought it fit, especially after finding a muggle comic in Pevenno.) to bust the sword out of the display case on the the wall. Now, Hadrian held the sword in his left hand, replacing the sword he'd lost.

"Wouldn't it be hilarious if I killed you with the sword you treasure so much?" Hadrian asked, dark grin on his face. Just from the glint in his eyes, Dumbledore knew Hadrian wasn't even bluffing a little.

"No n-need to do that. I'll get them, they're just in my cabinet, if you would let me…" Dumbledore began, only to pull his wand suddenly. "Aved-" Before he could finish the spell he wanted, he was shocked to silence. Hadrian sliced the wand, the most powerful wand in existence, clean in half. The wand that was used by so wizards for centuries, would never be used again.

"That trick may work on one Potter, but not two…" Hadrian said, grabbed the wand pieces, and kicked the man back.

As he had his own wand, Hadrian aimed it at Dumbledore's head, and muttered three words.

"Oblivatius Omegaus Quenton!"

As the crossed spell hit Dumbledore, he tried to scream, but was stopped. Dumbledore experienced true pain, as his mind was ripped apart, his memories of the entire week being obliterated from his mind, leaving sharp jagged memory shrapnel stabbing inside it.

Leaving the temporally-broken man to the side, Hadrian forced the cabinet open, and retrieved his weapons. He left the Sword of Gryffindor behind, just to prove his point. He may kill, destroy, and ruin, but he had honor.

After gearing up, Hadrian stood, and walked from the room. One objective done, another set out in his mind.
Time to find my attacker.
And once I'm done with them, they'll never forget this… you never mess with me…

Hogwarts, Scotland

Hadrian had a plan. The first thing he needed though, was a place to hide. After thinking on it, he knew that even with his gear, he wasn't quite ready to face his attacker. Hadrian figured that anyone looking for him would check the Slytherin Dorms first, so he instead decided to hide out in a different place. As he had taken on a habit of hiding on the roof when he was angry, he had discovered something. Apparently, there was an old attic system in Hogwarts, that was at one point blocked off from Hogwarts. The attic had a hatch-like door leading out onto the roof, which he pried open. Just from the state of the rooms and hallways, Hadrian could tell it hadn't been opened in years. He closed the hatch behind him, and explored the attic, his left hand burning to provide light.

He found what seemed to be a ladder leading downward into Hogwarts, but the cover over it had been welded down with some sort of power he didn't recognize. It reminded him of his Blaze Core ability, but much stronger, as he couldn't weld things.

After mapping out the room, he found an old bed in a corner, along with a coffee table. He planned on making the place into a safehouse of sorts. He fixed up the bed, cleaned it, and conjured candles, which he placed around the attic. According to his watch, it was close enough to night, so he locked up the exit hatch. He put up wards around the place, and an extreme notice-me-not in the attic. His work done, he set aside his gear, and slept for the night.

The attic had nothing on the Slytherin dorm.

Headmaster's Office

"Albus, are you alright?!" Pomfrey asked, pulling the Headmaster to his feet after finding him slumped in his office.

"Oh, hello Poppy! Care for a j-jelly b-baby?" Dumbledore asked, attempted to stand, struggled to pull the bag of candy from his robe, but dropped it.

"Albus, what happened? What did he do?"

"Who?"

"Hadrian Potter! He came looking for his weapons." She explained, wondering what had happened to the 'dear' old man.

"Why would he do that? We don't have them." Dumbledore asked, still recovering from his severe mental trauma.

"Yes we did! A prefect found him in a closet, and we confiscated his stuff."

"Did we? That seems like a very bad choice on our part." Albus muttered, trying to pick up his bag, only to pass out.

Pomfrey picked him up, and was scared when the jagged scar on Dumbledore's forehead started to glow dark-green, and the old man turned pale.
With that, she flooed the two of them to Saint Mungo's, but she didn't know one thing.
Not even the best healers there could help him.

(Ten minutes before.)

The Pret-tender hass awakened! A voice hissed throughout the lower parts of the dungeon, the origin point being the 'alleged' Chamber of Secrets. Once they heard it, The Figure stood and grabbed the diary.

'You heard its warning, Hadrian's awake. Search for him, and don't get caught. Once midnight arrives, return to your dorm, and sleep'

"Alright, good night Gellert."

'Good night' The Diary signed off, allowing The Figure to leave the chamber, and continue their work on their own.

Soon… I'll return soon… Then I finally can burn this fucking book... Then I'll kill that fool, and rule again...

Did you enjoy? Review if you did.

So, this Figure is pretty strong. We're planning the dynamic between Hadrian and The Figure this way, as we've been playing Arkham Knight... alot. So imagine it a bit like Batman and Arkham Knight. But this 'Batman' is way over powered, but with second hand gadgets.

The Attic System is going to be important, not just in this book. The inspiration actually came from that little Batcave that appeared in Batman Arkham Asylum, not as well off as the main Batcave, but useful as a temporary base.

Hope you enjoyed, you'll hear from me when I release 12. Look forward to it.

Good bye,

-DTS