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Mistress Slytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

LANGUAGE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

QUESTIONABLE MORALS

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PART 2 OF THE VETRUVIAN MAN

In 1950 Hadrian Black officially enrolled in the Potions Mastery program, in July of that same year Elizabeth Crouch suffered a mysterious accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down.

In 1951 Hadrian Black stood beside Lord Sirius Black and watched as Hester Black was buried. Hadrian Black immediately moved in with Lord Black and spent all of his free time away from the Mastery Program with his father. This was the year that Lord Black would receive news that his first great grandchild was born- Bellatrix Black. Hadrian refused to attend her ceremony of recognition as a Lady of the Black family. Members of the family assumed that he had become prejudiced due to the actions of one Arcturus Black whose attacks on Hadrian had grown increasingly violent and cruel. In December of this same year Lord Sirius Black would fall ill, an incurable and fatal disease, Hadrian took a leave of absence from the mastery program and stayed beside his father.

In 1952 Hadrian Black would stand in sorrow Lord Sirius Black was buried. The Black family fought viciously with goblins and ministry officials alike upon discovering that Orion Black had indeed inherited the lordship title and that half of the Black fortunes had been gifted to Hadrian Black. Within the first month after Lord Black's death however, Hadrian had made the rest of the Black family well aware that he was far more cruel and capable as they could be. The family unanimously decided to ignore the very existence of the man named Hadrian Black and even Arcturus found himself wary to battle the young man who was proving to be far more ruthless than ever he had shown before. Hadrian Black had no mercy, not any more, and he was quite content to destroy them all if they angered him enough. Of course Hadrian Black chose to ignore them with the same diligence, after his father's death he returned to his mastery program with the vigor of an obsessed man. Due to his force of will and obvious genius in the subject Hadrian Black would graduate with the official title of Potions Master. Soon after he finally put his shop in Knockturne Ally to good use and began selling potions…

Harry stared down at the small journal his lips turned down in a frown of mild disgust. He'd never been a good writer. Sure he could write essays but those were structured, anything beyond that just seemed silly. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had tried to write down his story, just for the sake of it, but some parts…some parts had been too hard to write very well. How could he put into words the bond he and Lord Black had shared? How could he write about his devastation, the absolute wreck he became when Elizabeth had betrayed him- he could hardly remember the good times without suffering for it. And they- those good moments were precious. He knew what he had done, he could see the great gaping holes in his story, wherever he'd felt the most devastation he'd ignored talking about it or brushed over it. It was too hard to say that he had been completely in love with Elizabeth. It was too hard when he could still remember the little things about her that he had truly loved.

Harry snapped the journal shut and tossed it into the small fire watching it burn until there was nothing left. What could he say at this point any way? That it was now the year 1971, that he had done nothing but sit here in his shop and sell potions for what would soon be twenty years?

That he hadn't aged a day?

No that was a lie he had aged but not very much he'd aged what he could assume to be two years. He looked twenty. At least there was that. He didn't look like a child anymore it just took nearly all of what…hmm he had arrived in 1947 and now it was 1971- twenty four years? Twenty-four years to look as though he was twenty. He sighed softly and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Sure he'd been successful, his potions were a household name now, sold world wide but after twenty years of it, twenty years of peace…he might just go mad from it. He chuckled slightly at that. There was a time when he would have given his right arm for ten minutes of peace, oh the irony.

As if hearing the word irony fate made sure that Harry heard the bell to the front door ring.

Harry glanced up from the book he'd just pulled from his pile of unread books and frowned. This man looked vaguely familiar though he couldn't remember from where.

"Hadrian Black?" The man said softly. Harry felt a tickle of apprehension.

"Ah, no I'm just the counter boy, you can call me Ronald sir, Mister Black is out I'm afraid. Can I help you?" He said quirking an eyebrow. The man frowned slightly and Harry tilted his head to the side. "Mister Black is capable of brewing any potion sir; he's an honored member of the guild…" He acted hesitant very briefly. "If you the potion you want is private you can write Mister Black a note and stick it in that box right there, it's charmed so that no one can open it." He said cocking his head to the side when the man continued to watch him.

"Ah, no to be honest I didn't really come here to see him. I saw you in the window and decided to come in. Please don't be offended or anything but you are rather handsome." The man said. Harry blinked and raised his eyebrows at this; it was forward especially for this era, but not unheard of. This was the one thing Elizabeth hadn't ruined for him, if anything his sexual drive had increased after- well he didn't like to think about that too often. He cocked his head to the side and shook his head slightly. He really should stop this, sleeping around was boring after a while and there was no way he was risking anything more than a good shag. Still it couldn't hurt to flirt a bit the man was rather handsome with his long golden brown hair and traditional robes. The hazel eyes didn't hurt either- or the fit body.

"Do you do this to all shop keepers?" Harry said amused and admittedly flattered. The man was obviously a catch, in his late thirties, but Harry was probably older than him anyways.

"No just you." The man said sounding smug. Harry raised his eyebrows at this and shook his head.

"Well look I'm sorry but I'm not really looking for anyone right now, I'm focusing on my studies you see, Mister Black has been kind enough to take me in and tutor me as long as I cover the shop for him, I don't want to risk losing that privilege by flirting with handsome strangers." He said offering a slight smile. Harry knew he'd been right when the man didn't appear at all disturbed by this.

"As you said Mister Black isn't here right now." The man said smirking slightly. Harry frowned and pretended to scowl.

"No, however since this is my future at stake I'd rather not risk it." He said stiffly.

"Don't be angry." The man said his eyes hooded.

"If you aren't here to make a request or to buy some of our basic household potions than I suggest you leave sir." Harry said tightly he was sure by now that the man had come for another reason though what that could be was a mystery.

"Oh to look as young as you again, would you ignore me then, if I looked younger?" The man asked mildly amused. Harry resisted the urge to sigh.

"There are potions for that, beauty products are in the catalogue, and no it wouldn't matter if you were younger I'm simply not interested." Which was a lie, he was interested, something about this man put him on edge and he hadn't truly felt this alive in a very long time- it was unsettling.

"Then at least allow me the chance to try to gain your interest, have a drink with me in your free time hmm?" The man said silkily. There was something about the man that drew him in and Harry was mildly annoyed by that.

"Please leave before I activate the wards?" Harry said smiling sweetly. The man blinked at him eyebrows rising and he snorted suddenly. "You would do that? What would Mister Black say?" the man demanded his eyes glittering. Harry ignored the man's searching eyes skillfully.

"What do you want sir, I've already turned you down, I am warning you that if you do not leave the premises right now I will activate the wards." He said coldly.

"Very well, very well then." The man said amused before turning towards the door and dropping an order into the box. Harry rolled his eyes obviously then and shook his head.

"Mister Black will contact you with details of your order as soon as he is capable sir." He said annoyed as he opened his book. Great now he would have to meet the man again...

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