AN - The horcrux's are his snake Nagini, Hufflepuff Cup, Slytherin Locket, Ravenclaw Diadem, Gaunt Ring and his diary. Just for clarification. Harry is not a horcrux!

Chapter 7

Sirius sat down nervously on his seat in the courtroom. As everyone was settling in Hadrian was brought in by the Aurors with his lawyer by his side. They calmly walked towards their seats and sat down. Daphne then caught Sirius's eye and gave a brief nod, which relieved Sirius. Everything was going to plan. He had not spoke to anyone since his confrontation, instead he spent that time thinking about his decision's. He immediately resolved, that the first thing he was going to do was apologize to Hadrian and Amelia. He should never had to do something like that, and he was the one to put to blame.

The Potters had all had a deep discussion about Harry. They would never call him Hadrian. He was Harry to them. They decided to mend their relationship with him no matter what the cost. The Bones wanted nothing more than get to know Hadrian. It was too late to establish a family bond with him thanks to Sirius.

Hadrian was calmly sitting down on his chair waiting for the second part of the trial to begin. His eyes sought out the Potters. He hand missed them terribly, over the last few years. He had only seen them in passing which was unfortunately on the battle field. His eyes then caught Rose's who was staring at him with a sad expression. He then raised his right eyebrow, which she knew meant that everything was all right. He expression turned hopeful and her eyes gleamed with happiness. Both Hadrian and Rose had made a way to communicate with each other without drawing attention to themselves through their years of pranking.

"The defense has the stage." started the Minster.

Daphne got up and confidently handed over a memory. "This is a pensieve memory, dated June 23rd 1995."

The memory was handed over, and once it was verified, it was projected so that everyone could witness it. The audience was curious at what this memory held because this memory was dated the before the last Triwizard Task. That was also the day of Lord Voldemort's supposed resurrection. (It was highly debated if Voldemort had actually died when he attacked the Potters, but instead went into hiding, bidding his time. Moreover, ther had been no actual evidence of his return.)

Memory Start

Hadrian lay on the edge of the window sill, his back against the cold brown stone, in the astronomy tower. His broomstick lay forgotten on the floor. He had just came from a long flying session, to clear his head for the upcoming event tomorrow. After four years of training, the day was upon finally him. Tomorrow, he would be a Death Eater. He was looking around the castle's vast grounds, not particularly looking for something. Then he heard someone's footsteps making their way up the stairs of the tower. And to his surprise it was Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor? What are you doing here?" questioned a surprised Hadrian. "I thought you would be having dinner at the Great Hall with everyone else."

Dumbledore walked over to him and chuckled, "Dinner ended more than an hour ago, my boy."

"Oh," he mumbled. After a few moments of silence, he asked, "So what brings you here Professor? I didn't think your were the type to come up here to brood and reflect on what lay ahead in your future."

"On the contrary my boy, I tend to do just that. However, instead of thinking into the future, I tend to think about the life I've lived. I also tend to take and enjoy a stroll through the grounds unlike the youth of today, such as yourself, who enjoy the thrill flying." spoke the professor. "I dare say, you too will enjoy it when you yourself become my age."

Hadrian snorted. "I doubt I'll make it to 30."

"Hadrian, that is not the attutide to have. You need to believe in yourself. If you do you will make it out of this alive and I know you will. Think about like the light at the end of a tunnel. You are by far, the most talented student to walk through these halls for the last few decades. Do not pull yourself short." said Dumbledore in a matter of fact voice. "You have been trained by the best. You hold the skill and knowledge that could make Voldemort have a run for his money. And remember, help will always be given at Hogwart's"

Hadrian just sat there for a few moments. "Thank you Sir. I needed that." he thanked, whilst both of them looked over the ground of Hogwarts. "Is there anything else you need to tell me for the mission?"

"Yes, I indeed need to tell you one more thing. I have taught you all of Riddle's past and you would have noticed that he collected founder objects, which he later turned into horcrux's. We have already got three of them, now it is up to you to get the rest. They are the snake, locket, cup." Hadrian nodded his head throughout the time his senior spoke.

"Now there is only one last thing for me to do. You need my wand. You know the significance of it and since you have the blood required to unlock it's full potential, it will undoubtedly work the best for you. We cannot afford Riddle to get it."

"But won't you need it sir?" asked Hadrian confusion in his voice.

"No my boy. You need it now, so that you can have every advantage you can get. The wand has served me well, but it think it's time for it to have a new owner. Anyway I'll be dead in a few months time, thats if everything goes according to plan. Which I have no doubt it does."

Hadrian looked at Dumbledore straight in the eye. With a heavy sigh, he then disarmed the headmaster. When the wand landed in Hadrian's hand, there was a flash of pure white light, momentarily blinding Dumbledore and Hadrian for a few moments. Hadrian could feel the power coursing through his veins. He was about to say something when Dumbledore spoke up. "That was something spectacular." he said with a gleam in his eyes. "'I think it's time for you to rest, my boy. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." Dumbledore then turned around to leave.

Before he left, Hadrian said, "Thank you Sir. For everything."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded his head. "Your welcome."

Memory End

Every single person in the room where confused. They had no idea what they were talking about. Who was Riddle? What is a Horcrux? What was that wand? So many questions were going through everyone's minds. People began murmuring amongst each other, trying to decipher what was just said in the conversation between the Great Albus Dumbledore and his powerful student Hadrian Sirius Black.

"How has this got anything to do with the current case?" question an irritated Fleur. Many people murmured in agreement to her question.

"Mr Black I now call you to the stand," demanded Daphne, totally ignoring a fuming Fleur.

Hadrian swiftly made it to the stand. His facial expression revealed nothing. Nobody could work out what was going on in his head. His stormy grey eyes also did not reveal anything. He was standing their as emotionless as a statue.

Daphne fired of her first question, "Lord Black, who was the person named Riddle?"

"His full name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. If you rearrange the letters in his name, they make 'I Am Lord Voldemort'. Voldemort was a half-blood. His father was Thomas Riddle, who was a muggle, and his mother was Merope Gaunt who was a squib."

Whispers broke out. Nobody could believe it. The man who became the most feared Dark Lord of all time, who pushed Pureblood propaganda to new heights was actually a Half-blood. It was absolutely ludicrous. The room became so quiet, that you could her the quills scribbling a long the parchment of the reporters, who themselves were shocked.

"Moving on. In the memory, Dumbledore says that Voldemort had a habit of collecting founder items, which he later turned into horcrux's" Hadrian nodded. "So what is a Horcrux?" he voice ringing throughout the chamber.

He cleared his throat. "A horcrux is the most foul thing someone could make. It is the darkest and most vial thing you could make with dark magic. A horcrux is basically an external container that holds a piece of your soul." Hadrian stated with disgust evident in his voice. "To create one, you need to murder an innocent. It is reversible however it is so painful that you could die in the process."

"And I take it that Voldemort made one?"

Hadrian looked at Daphne with distaste and weariness expressed all over his face. "Voldemort had seven."

AN - I know this is a short chapter however I believed that this was the best place to end it.

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