'Something was born in his eyes that day.'
The whole party moved into the room which Hadrian had previously occupied alone. Hadrian was thankful, his brother wasn't amongst the group, he couldn't stand that naive stare.
"I thought you said you had a friend coming over?" James asked, staring searchingly.
Hadrian knew what his father was thinking - in fact the whole room was probably thinking it. Was his friend a Slytherin? Did he come from a dark family? Hadrian felt like sneering at the Light's pathetic plans for world love.
"Any minute." Hadrian spoke low and hard.
Somehow he had garnered the attention of one of the Weasley twins, who eyed him with distaste, despite seeming cautious.
"It's that Malfoy bastard, isn't it?" Fred or George asked sourly.
Hadrian could not tell who was who, he didn't particularly care either. He clenched his fist in order to remain calm, the biting pain caused his heart rate to decline. Hadrian laughed insolently, it wasn't because he found the comment funny, he was actually outraged at the Weasley's nerve.
Draco was Hadrian's best friend, everyone knew that. The Weasley's knew that, yet they still insulted him to his face. Hadrian considered the fact that if he hadn't laughed, he would have most likely hexed him.
The twins had never been very comfortable around Hadrian. It wasn't just about his influence on the Hogwarts population. Hadrian Potter was associated with darkness, even as he walked the halls the crowd would part - almost subconsciously. It seemed everyone was aware of the shadows that submerged Hadrian Potter, wrapping around him, infusing him in its darkness. Hadrian's friendships and loyalties within Slytherin were regularly discussed and distrusted. Hadrian Potter was unexplainable, his shadowed features casted wariness amongst most even those in his own house. Therefore, most people including the twins, kept their distance from the green eyed Slytherin.
James and Lily looked uncomfortable at the mention of a Malfoy being on friendly terms with there son. Their elegant faces grew shocked at the sound of Hadrian's cold chaotic laughter. Their concern was evident - it hadn't been a nice laugh, it had made their bones ache and their minds splinter.
"What if it was Malfoy?" Hadrian smirked, his cool gaze glanced from the perturbed twin back to his parents.
The thought that a Malfoy would enter their home, was clearly a disgusting thought. The ashen grey tint that coloured Lily and James's faces said as much.
"I will not have a Malfoy in my home," James spoke furiously staring at Hadrian indignantly - yet calm seeming aware of Hadrian's attempt to cause an argument.
Hadrian stared back at his father, raising a dark mocking brow.
"Or what?" he smirked.
He sat further in the seat, slouching leeringly, the smell of arrogance and power rolling of him in waves. The rest of the room shifted - the room seemed static - discomfort washed over them.
James's eyes lit with shock at Hadrian's disrespect, his handsome features frowned in anger. The rest of the party were looking on awkwardly, no sure how to particularly react. The tense silence was eventually broken when Sirius walked into the room. The goofy smile that lit up Sirius's face quickly vanished once feeling the prickly tension within the room. Hadrian and James stared at each other for a moment longer ignoring Sirius. James looked at his son for the first time in a while - his eyes tracking Hadrian's cool and impassive features, watching his sons arrogant
Jane has a feeling Hadrian knew it was his usual seat and had chosen to sit there in purpose. Sirius gazed at his godson, whom he had never really spoken to. Hadrian was almost identical to how James had looked all those years ago when they were once at Hogwarts. However, there were small differences that added up to a completely different picture. Most of these difference came from small contrasts in appearances.
Hadrian's hair seemed to hold a darker tint to it, it almost jet black, whilst James's was a lot lighter, more brown. James had been tall and lanky, while Hadrian was tall but lean, his physique was strong and tanned.
Sirius noticed further differences, James used to always have a smile on his face, occasionally mocking, but it was always full of laughter and fun. But once again, Hadrian was different as his face held a sneering coolness, from the short time actually observing his godson since his return Sirius noticed how Hadrian used comical mockery to humiliate and cause fear, it didn't helped that his bright green eyes captivated everyone and anyone who looked into them.
Sirius had never really felt any connection with his godson throughout the years, the boy had always been scrawny and his nose was constantly in a book. He always thought that Charlus would need all the help he could get, he was the Boy Who Lived after all. Hadrian turned when noticing his godfather staring at him, the man was a complete narcissist, therefore he had never been particularly fond of him which showed when Sirius attempted to make conversation.
"So, Hadrian how's Hogwarts?" Sirius laughed like a good old godfather, however Hadrian noticed there was some nervousness hidden beneath his cheery exterior. "You got a girlfriend?"
Hadrian felt his whole body shake in frustration, 'Fuck you Dumbledore.' he thought. There were so many questions, they were so fucking interested. Hadrian rolled his shoulders releasing the tension they held.
"No," He replied simply, Sirius's smiling face flinched at the tone of it.
Someone laughed mockingly in the corner of the room, Hadrian's cold eyes flickered across glancing briefly at his parents who looked like they were holding in their breath.
Percy Weasley, sat sneering at Hadrian.
Suggesting that Hadrian wasn't a fan of the pompous overachiever was a total understatement, yet it could also be said that Percy in turn did not like Hadrian, so it wasn't exactly surprising that they had many confrontations at Hogwarts.
The redheaded boy was a year older than Hadrian and possessed the misguided notion that he ran the world or at least Hogwarts.
It could also be said it was due to Hadrian's condemnation of the school rules and Percy's regard of them that had caused them to originally fall out.
"Sorry, what was that Weasley?" Hadrian encouraged emotionlessly in response to Percy's mockery. Lily Potter's eyes widened at the confrontation that had suddenly occurred, she had never properly spoken to Hadrian, let alone seen him angry.
"Oh nothing, it's just you're not normally so modest," Percy sneered, implying something. The adults in the room, looked back and forth between the two previously oblivious to their obvious dislike for each other.
It didn't occur to Lily that Hadrian was in anyway arrogant, despite her feeling as if she didn't know her son at all. She noticed the way Hadrian was conversing with Percy Weasley, it was obvious this was a common occurrence.
Why did Percy dislike Hadrian so much? Was it because he was a Slytherin?
She shivered a little knowing the fact that her son lived within and among the Slytherin population.
The idea that her son was turning dark was a constant notion that ran through her mind ever since Dumbledore had warned them about it.
She continued to stare intensely at Hadrian as he snarled out in response to Percy, "What's that suppose to mean, Weasley?"
Percy Weasley smirked before informing the room, looking pleased with himself, "Well, with all the rumours around the school and everything... I mean, you're not usually so shy about "recounting romantic exploits."
The whole room froze, Lily's gaze immediately flew to James's who's eyes widened. Sirius black who sat on the sofa had his hand over his mouth, covering a smile or a look of disbelief it hard to discern.
Molly and Arthur Weasley, along with the Diggory's and Abbot's all looked rather awkward as they looked at the Potter couple to see their reaction in response to the licentious information they had just received.
Hadrian was rather surprised by the nerve of Percy Weasley, so after staring at him for some time, he smirked coldly.
"Ouch, Weasley that truly hurt," Hadrian replied mocking coldly. "I hear that Clearwater is quite the tease, but not that you'd know."
Hadrian immediately had the satisfaction of knowing he'd hit right where it hurt most. Weasley's new obsession, Penelope Clearwater, was obviously a sore spot as his hand gripped tightly around his wand and his face became red with rage.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Weasley," Hadrian advised, threateningly. "Your hexes are almost as pitiful as your attempts to get any girl to look at you. Even a snob like Clearwater."
"Hadrian!" James yelled standing, shocked at Hadrian coldness and the topic of conversation.
'Percy Weasley's information about his son was enlightening to say the least,' James thought to himself, 'Hadrian was having sex?'
Before Molly Weasley could stop Percy from speaking anymore, he continued, "At least Penelope's not a slut like that Parkinson! No surprises that she'd go for you. She'd be up for anything."
As Hadrian knew Pansy very well, in the carnal sense as well as the social sense, this was a rather brave comment.
While Hadrian didn't consider himself or any of his friends to be particularly virtuous, it wasn't as if they were outrageously promiscuous. He did know that they had acquired a certain reputation around the school, himself, Pansy, Draco, Jared, Theo, well most of them.
It didn't usually trouble him. On any one day there were so many rumours flying around about him that he didn't have time to bother about who he was supposed to have deflowered the previous night. Rumours far exceeded the facts and, as Hadrian was very reticent about the names and details of his bed mates, were rarely grounded in reality. Hadrian considered that although he wasn't a man whore, he had had more sexual experiences than many his age. He had neither the time nor the patience to find a proper girlfriend.
Insulting Pansy was an easy way to get Hadrian annoyed, as she was one of a small ring of interchangeable bed mates, as well as a good friend. And Hadrian Potter, who was cool enough to ignore any number of insults directed towards himself, would not tolerate the slightest disparaging comment about his friends.
Particularly not when it was made by a clueless Weasley.