Disclaimer; Harry Potter nor Vampire Diaries is mine!

Warnings; Honestly no clue what could be offensive about this chapter. But I'm weird. If you spot anything let me know!

Here you go the 2nd part!

Chapter 20:

Festives and Fireworks

Pt2:

'Training intensifies'

Saturday 26th December, 2009

"Wakey Wakey!" The door barged open and an entirely unwelcome intrusion interrupted the heavenly cocoon of lazy warmth and sleepiness.

A groan was the only appropriate response to the cruel interference, in this particular mind anyway. Small fists tightened in thick duvet as he discreetly slid further down into the warm depths that was reserved just for him. Curling into a comfortable ball this young boy just hoped the intruder would take the hint and go away.

"Now none of that," Hadrian scolded. "Since that local tree lighting festival we have been doing nothing but lazing about and stuffing ourselves. Dozens of pounds of gingerbread, biscuits and cake, one fatty goose, duck and pheasant after the other, not to forget that feast with the Lockwoods. Enough is enough, I like my son energetic and am not looking forward to a blob of fat that bowls me down if he descends the stairs after me."

Hadrian paused as he shuddered at the thought. He was exaggerating of course, but the mere 1% chance that Teddy would ever come to resemble an animal more than human send nausea through him. He was well acquainted with the what a beached whale looked like, it being a familiar sight every years end during his childhood and he had no urge to see that again. Ever.

Looking back at he small lump under the covers that was his godson-come-son, Hadrian had to grin at the the neon blue trail of hair that stuck out from the little hidey hole, blazing a bright trail across the pillows and disappearing down the side of the bed making Hadrian curious just how much further it reached. A mischievous twinkle came into his eyes as he noticed the absolute stillness of his charge that was doing his very hardest to ignore his presence and feign sleep.

Releasing an exaggerated sigh, Hadrian turned his back and made his way back to the door in deliberate slowness. "I see Teddy is still too tired, such a shame. I wanted to start his wandless training… but if he rather wants to sleep, than learn magic with his old dad, I understand."

The reaction was immediate;

Teddy sprang up like a Jack-in-the-box, his long hair flying about him and his grin dazzling in his excitement. "Do you mean that!"

"Of course, so get dressed and come down for breakfast."

Hadrian's lips twitched as the covers were thrown aside and small feet thumped onto the floor and his son ran into the bathroom, before coming straight back out, giving him a tight hug, and disappearing again the long neon hair flying behind him like a cape.

With a chuckle he went over to the walk-in closet concealed by the wall panel, and carefully selected the out the soft but sturdy and warm trousers and the long sleeved robes, with their ingenious cut that allowed free movement, that he himself preferred to wear in his leisure. They were reminiscent of the robes they wore in Persia, just a little simpler in design and warmer in the fabrics considering this was winter and they were not in a sunbathed desert empire, but like he said…beyond comfortable and if one didn't know better these shorter ones could pass for a muggle shirt, if you squinted.

Of course he also took great care to select an over robe with a hood as Teddy had lately insisted so that the new constant companion Az - short for Azure - the Pygmy Puff had a place to rest once it got tired of bouncing up-and-down on the boy's shoulder or gallivanting on his head. A pocket was no longer enough for the squeaking furball once it had discovered the advantages of being tall, bleeding heart that he was Teddy made sure he got it, so something with hood it was.

(Hadrian still felt Fred and George had ripped him off somehow and sold him some kind of mutant; the amount of foot the fluffball consumed was not normal. Nor that it came with built-in puppy eyes. And that thing was far too intelligent, no way in hell were those tear glistening azure eyes real.)

Hood or not, the most important thing was that there was no iron, alloys or chemicals worked into the fabric, all substances that while not directly harmful were not anything that a self respecting magical wore as too much could interfere with the finer workings and sensing of magic.

If nothing else the twins theory that Teddy needed something he could protect had been proven true, as in it's presence those dark shadows he had seen flicker in Teddy's eyes in the seldom quiet moments were completely gone, every time Hadrian thought he might slip back, the nuisance jumped on Teddy and distracted it with it's silly antics, even if that was a terrified squeak when the pouting fairies decided they wanted some attention and tried to abscond with the interloper. The 'Battle of the Pygmy Puff' had been incredibly amusing to watch the sheer mayhem had been unbelievable.

Watching the boy polish off a mountain of pancakes and fruit, Hadrian couldn't stop his pleased smile, seeing the obvious transformation Teddy had undergone the last two weeks the time after the blood adoption especially. Children were really resilient, most adults would have needed years of therapy, but not his little man; with a positive constant in his life to ground him, Teddy had once again crept out of his defensive shell and had blossomed into an independent child that took to his new life here with gusto. As a magic sensitive, it had been a balm to his frazzled parental instincts to literally watch Teddy's magic settle completely over these last weeks, graduating into stability from the erratic spurts and healing the bursts of mental regression he'd had in the beginning.

It seemed blood adopting him, giving him an undeniable and irrefutable place with him; had been just as beneficial and healing as he'd hoped it would be and more.

"Outside?" Teddy questioned incredulously, tilting his head curiously as he took in the slim wood sliding doors with no glass but… paper?... that didn't seem like they should be connected with the outside; a strong wind and they would break!

Hadrian raised his brow. "What did you expect? A room with shuttered windows? The attic?" Hadrian laughed at the look on the boys face, even if he had been magical raised all his life, it was obvious he was raised in a house in the middle of a muggle neighbourhood. "No Teddy, magic is not something that can be trapped or confined it is always at it's purest and most potent when it's free. Like out here, in the fresh air, surrounded by plants, nature and life."

Hadrian pulled open the shoji and gesturing for Teddy to step to the wooden walkway beyond, the wards keeping the temperature mild and the customary outer glass doors obsolete. In the future he could conduct Teddy's lessons in the japanese style room, the tatami mat flooring and the calming atmosphere with the option of opening up two of the four walls into his special magical garden making the room ideal. But for the first contact...

Keeping his doubts about the doors to himself, Teddy followed his daddy through the flimsy doors, and found himself in a part of the garden he had never been before, something he regretted as blue wide eyes took in the magical wonderland in front of him his eyes darting from one magical plant to the next, never having seen so many in a single place. It was like a scene out of the Beeddle and the Bard! It was like one of his daddy's paintings come to life and only the promise of learning real magic from his idol kept the boy from sprinting barefoot through the snow and exploring the pond with it's curiously glowing water. Az showed none of his restraint and jumped from his hood straight down to the stone path, curiously rolling and exploring.

Hadrian chuckled as the pygmy puff got a little too close to the Amora Tentacula, a cousin of the Venomous Tentacula but ultimately harmless as the biggest it ate were flies and was otherwise satisfied with sunlight and water. Though it shared one thing with it's cousin...

Suddenly the beautiful silver and golden branches of the shrub slithered up from beneath the snow trying to catch the fluffball who released a high-pitched squeak as it jumped in the air in fright and and rolled away in a huff, while the Amora Tentacula seemed to wilt in disappointment.

... it had the same nimble limbs which it used to to satisfy it's need for cuddling and cute things. An amusing plant.

Ignoring the further antics of Az, Hadrian settled Teddy down on one of the laid out cushions, and started the lesson by starting to explain what was to him - who had properly connected to his magical core and had his magic always lazily curling about him - ; a fundamental truth of the world, expanding on the subject of magic and it's natural flows.

As attuned as he was he could always feel the differences in magic levels around him, it was one of the reasons he had chosen Mystic Falls to settle down in; the small town, despite it's muggle appearance and it's vampire problems, was ripe in primal energy and teemed with thick and potent magic of all kinds the magic. It crawled through the cemetery, in the High school parking lot, by the creek and rushed through the thickly wooded areas that had stood there even thousands years before that was so abundant here. Hadrian had noticed the moment he had drove into the towns vicinity, acting like a deep pulse, it was noticeable immediately that it had been stage to a lot of magical history. Not something he had expected to find outside Europe and the Orient to be honest.

If he had anything to say about it, come Ostara his son would be able to bask in it too, not only would the talent be invaluable in defence, but a deeper connection to his core and nature would also settle and stabilise the wolf genes that Teddy carried.

And here, in the little(figuratively speaking) walled off back garden that he had completed before even the manor itself, was the perfect place for him to learn. It was the epicentre of the epicentre of the magic rich area, naturally amplified by his cleansing the second he bought the land and made it his own. Magic teemed here, rustling and wafting off the magical garden filled with the wonders the magical world had to offer botanical wise, should Neville ever wander in here, he would either; wet himself in pure joy as he fell into rhapsodies, would die of an heart attack of pure bliss once he spotted that Japanese fire lily variant that, yes, could actually spontaneously catch fire, or would refuse to ever leave again – needless to say his Manor was going to remain a Longbottom free zone, as wasn't keen on any of the scenarios and in fact had trouble picking the option he could live with most. What's more the shy Gryffindor had even way back when demonstrated an uncanny talent in sniffing out any interesting or potentially dangerous plant in a 2 mile radius, he was even worse now since gallivanting through the amazon with Luna. Godbrother or not, just no. Longbottom free zone.

Snow bells chimed a lovely tune as they rustled, the tinkling tune adding the serene atmosphere which was just what he had aimed for, as tedious as any novice found it, the first step to anything worthwhile was always meditating. And that was what he set Teddy to do, to the boys great dismay. Fortunately for the boy he wouldn't need to do too much of it as his loving father had already done all the aggravating and mind-numbing groundwork for him and knew exactly how and what to teach when to maximize results. Hadrian hadn't only collected books, knickknacks and plants on his travels idly, but actively burrowed through the archaic practices of the ancient magical world compiling a training menu extraordinaire for his newly minted son. Only the best for his family.

Potters were widely known for many things; their wild hair, their insanely lopsided luck, their tendency to bring chaos wherever they walked, their natural grace in the air, their predilection to fiery headstrong partners, their bad eyesight (many believing the latter an justified gods given punishment, a just dessert for the amount of trouble they tended to bring about to the poor unsuspecting folk) and especially lately; their terrifying talent with a wand. What many neglected to note was their absolute loyalty and devotion to their family and the terrifying lengths those qualities propelled a Potter to. Potters had always been disregarded and underestimated because of their affable disposition and oftentimes easygoing nature but they had a core of steel and determination in spades and never did anything by half.

Faced with the close call and near loss of one of the last members of his family, all that had accumulated in the last true Potter, and Hadrian had torn through the world with a single-minded focus that would have terrified the masses and seen him branded as an uprising Dark lord had he not employed all his slyness while doing so. His actions making complete sense and completely logical in the mind of a Potter, no matter how much others protested and stared at him incredulously.

That his years long effort and travels had payed off and had incidentally granted him an unparalleled network that spanned the entire world and elevated him into heights his ill-gotten fame and title would have ever been able to.

Even more gratifying; after during the first day he realised Teddy's circumstances made him a natural. His connection through his wolfish traits were a boon and he'd known being an metamorphmagus would make everything infinitely easier on the boy as his body was already used to the push and pull of magic as his core flexed with each shift, but to see the small body rise from the cushions a bare hour in as the boy fell into his magical core and immersed himself completely… Hadrian had never been prouder. Nor had he ever been as giddy. His Teddy was a little genius!

He wouldn't have been able to suppress his very Bellatrix-like cackles if he'd tried.

Now the training could really begin.

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Thursday 31st December, 2009

"Ryan, that sweater is a dream! It's so soft." Jenna marvelled unable to stop her hands from stroking along the material.

"Isn't it?!" Hadrian agreed excitedly before he caught himself and forcefully calmed down, coughing a little in embarrassment. "Yes I was very pleased with it, it's ideal for this cold weather."

"What's it made of?"

"Specially treated cashmere," Hadrian lied, he had no idea what it was made of no amount of revealing charms yielded any results and he balked at the mere idea of taking a sample. Definitely not anything muggles were familiar with, his bet being on an exotic magical creature. He could always ask… but that would feel too much like losing. The smug bastard was probably waiting for it. It was bad enough that he had been unable to part with it since trying it on later on the 22nd. The thought of putting on any of those scratchy and inferior woolen jumpers was unbearable to him enveloped in perfection as he was.

"Where did you get it?"

"Ah it was a Christmas gift of someone I'm unfortunately related to."

"I know what you mean, my brother-in-law, John, is just like that. Though he never got me a present like that," she frowned, "actually I can't remember him ever giving me any presents."

Hadrian gasped dramatically. "The outrage!"

Jenna poked him into his vulnerable side ruining his perfect rendition of a scandalised British Lady as he cringed; Jenna had very pointy fingers. Using his seeker reflexes he deflected the next expressions of her annoyance with a grin and shake of his head as he thought back to the start of the friendly - yet insanely competitive - gift-giving feud.

"It's only after that one time I implied he didn't know how to give proper meaningful gifts… since then it's become a sort of competition between us."

"Ryan!" Hadrian turned around to see Tyler loping toward him with a delighted Teddy perched on his muscled shoulder, the pout at having to leave fluffball Az at home long forgotten. "Mom said to get the fireworks ready."

"Fireworks!" Teddy cheered fairly vibrating in excitement, clapping his hands as his eyes sparkled.

Turning back to Jenna he threw her a wild grin. "You heard the two, I'm wanted." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, inclined his head at the two idiots that had started chanting 'fireworks' behind him as they jumped about, he wondered if it was the inner pyromaniac that slumbered in every boy, the influence of Teddy or the bottle of overpriced bourbon he had seen Tyler sneak or an combination of all three that reduced the teen to the mentality of an overexcited puppy. About Teddy he didn't have to wonder; he'd been in that state the entire past two days – very looong two days that consisted of far too sparse sleeping hours – ever since they'd emerged from the potions lab and finished filling their tennis ball sized spheres. Not that he could blame the boy the prospect of detonating their own self-made fireworks had even his blood pumping in excitement. He would have to remember to set aside a few samples for the twins.

2010 was greeted in a display of fireworks that had the entirety of Mystic Falls rooted in awe and tongues wagging for years to come as the entire sky lit up neon mist and fallen stars. And so 2009 came to a close with two very smug wizards and the blazing glory of magic.

The first edition of the new year had a picture and mention of Mystic Falls on display as a very enthusiastic reporter sang praises about the small rural town in the heart of Virginia, with its charming atmosphere and spectacular displays. The morning of the New Year couldn't have found Carol Lockwood any prouder or in a better mood even if her Richard had been named Governor of Virginia overnight, as she poured over the article at the breakfast table. Too gleeful about the increased interest it would bring to her town, the Mayor's Wife was unaware that not all interest was desirable, as states over eyes narrowed and plans were recalculated.

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Wednesday 6th January, 2010

A cab pulled up to the Mystic Fall's B&B and idled for a moment before the door opened and a pair of legs slid out sinuously. Marvellous designer heals that would have some women sell their soul to just wear even once clicked on the floor as the woman walked toward the lit doorway. Had anyone seen her arrive she would surely have turned many heads and not because of her impeccable taste in footwear.

Long dark hair escaped from their confines as a gust of wind tore down the street and the woman paused for a moment her head whipped to the side at the peculiar sound of taunt fabric in the wind so different to that of a flag. Keen eyes narrowed as they took in a ostentatious banner in the towns square by the town hall, curiosity lighting those unfathomable eyes as she took in the displayed face. Another gust of wind had her grimace as her hair blew about her face unpleasantly, tightening her grip upon her Burberry shearling trench coat and strode to up the steps and into the B&B.

Running a hand through the dark curls she fixed her gaze onto the old woman manning the reception. "A single room for two nights."

Oh dear, I'm very sorry but everything is full." The woman tutted glancing out the window at the harsh cold wind tearing at the trees outside, "I hate to turn you away in such a ghastly weather but you need a reservation, you might have better luck at Macy's three roads over."

The beautiful face that had frozen at the first word of refusal relaxed and a smirk tugged at those ruby lips, completely different from the small pleasant smile that had adorned them upon entering.

Leaning forward and making direct eye contact brown eyes dilated and pupils blew wide. "A single room for two nights." The woman purred commandingly, repeating her words from earlier.

Einstein had warned against repeating the same thing over and over and expecting different results, but there was no insanity here; the words had barely left those pouty lips when the old bint leapt into action and handed over a key with a wide welcoming smile.

"Your room key dear, I wish you a very pleasant stay. Would you like me to show you to your room?" the woman asked already half getting up to do so.

"Thank you, Mrs Flowers, that won't be necessary." The beauty smiled in satisfaction taking the proffered key and sashaying upstairs without a backward glance.

I wonder if anyone recognises the second title for the chapter, the quote got into my head while Hadrian was cackling away and I just couldn't shake it!

I also realised a mistake in my last author note Ch18(I corrected it). When I said I was done with the first season I meant all that drama with the tomb and whatnot. For me the Bachelor Raffle, Miss Mystic Falls Pageant up to the masquerade ball deep into the Katherine drama and season 2 all belong together. No way am I missing out on missing with Elena and her two vamp lapdogs during the Pageant and Stefan's mess ups Nu-uh!

No matter how I long for my originals Kathy needs her screen time.

I was a bit too eager for the dawn of the Originals lol Sorry my mistake! Anyway 2010 is here and with it all the founder events and kick off of the Kathrine came back to town mayhem.

As always thank you to anyone that fav, followed and reviewed that really kicked my ass back in gear!