Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter [J. K. Rowling] or Avengers [Marvel].

Note: This story will mainly be showing the life of Hadrian. And here Tony Stark is born in the year 1980 rather than 1970 to reduce the age gap. For those who missed it earlier in chapter 1. Slow build.

Warning: Mention of child death/murder in this chapter.

Rating: M for Mention of early abuse. Mild sexual content. Strong Language.

Pairing: Slash M/M Gay [Do not read if you do not like it]

Speech: "..."; Thoughts: 'Italics'; Memories/Flashback: Bold Italics;

Other languages: "Italics" [language will be mentioned].

Chapter 5

"Yes", said Ragnok. Turning towards Hadrian he said, "I will be waiting in my office until the Ritual is finished my Prince. The guards will bring you there." Then to Bloodclaw he said in his commanding voice, "Bloodclaw, stay with my Prince and see to everything that is necessary for the Ritual."

With that said he left after bowing to Hadrian, "My Prince", and the Elders, "Elders, thank you for your services in such a short notice and for being so prompt. You will get all the details from Bloodclaw."

"Well let us begin, my Prince, Elders." Bloodclaw said, "These are the reports of the blocks, potions and compulsion charms; also, of a Horcrux that is in my Prince's cursed scar, that you have to remove." he continued while handing the reports to the Head Elder.

The Head Elder reading the report aloud to his fellow Elder goblins, starts to get disturbed along with those listening to him.

Suddenly turning towards Hadrian, he said, "There is an antechamber, my Prince, please step inside for the purification bath and for a change of your clothing, you will find the ceremonial robes brought for you. Bloodclaw guide my Prince." pointing his long black nailed finger towards a door that he failed to notice before.

Bloodclaw went ahead inside the antechamber after inclining his head to show his understanding with Hadrian following behind.

Inside the antechamber there was a small swimming-pool sized bath tub – at least ten people can get in with plenty of space – with lit candles all around it and golden taps each with different coloured precious stones set into its handles – which he could surely guess were for different type of bubbles and temperature of the bath water.

Bloodclaw motioned to the Goblin standing in attendance to start the bath tub to fill with water and turned towards Hadrian, "Please remove your clothes and take a bath for purification my Prince. After the bath, please wear that ceremonial robe and come out into the ritual room. Take your time. We have half an hour of preparation before we can begin with the ritual." He said indicating the pure white fine silk robe with marking in the same language that he saw in the handle of the outer door; 'Runes and Gobbledegook, Director Ragnok had said' thought Hadrian; woven with what looks like gold threads all over the edges.

Looking back at the tub he saw it was filled with water and bubbles. Bloodclaw then left with the other two goblins.

Hadrian stripped naked and lowered himself into the bath tub. He found the water lukewarm. After taking two dips and relaxing for about 5 minutes, he felt his muscles starting to relax, he did not know were tense; though he was not really surprised.

In the last almost two hours – it's 01:17 PM now by his watch – that he has stepped in the wizarding world, he found out that he was not fully human; was adopted by the family he thought to be his own; and that he was from a different planet altogether.

Along with that he had already made two powerful enemies from the time he was "Reborn" in this world or maybe even before that, he did not know. He supposed this was what people called "Earth Shattering Moment".

Hadrian closed his eyes and started thinking while relaxing fully into the warm water;

'What should he do next? He still has his biological mother's crystal ball to view. He still wasn't sure how to feel about that. His whole life he has thought himself as a normal human being. His mind is going overboard with all the thoughts running making it difficult to think clearly.'

Hadrian suddenly felt as if he was drowning, he could not breath properly. Going to the edge of the tub he put both his hand and head down and started to meditate.

'Focus' He said to himself scoldingly. 'Calm your mind. Getting a panic attack will not help. He has to think of all the key points and go about making a list of what was to be done one by one, cause he sure as hell can't do all at once and not make a mistake. He can't afford that.'

Hadrian took more calming breaths and started again. This time shoving unimportant thoughts to back of his mind.

'He will think about his biological parents when he has any facts about them, the only thing he knows right now are their name, origin and that his mother is dead and father alive.

His adopted – er no, blood parents, the word 'adopted' was too loose in this situation for his liking. Lily and James Potter are actually his parents by blood so; though he has no problem with the word adopted in general and has great respect for people who does adopts; Lily and James Potter deserves his acknowledgement as such.

They on the other hand had lived here, in this planet; he can easily obtain information about them. They not only took him in their life especially after they had just lost their own son, they gave him their blood along with Sirius Black – he has to find out what happened to him. They also gave their lives to protect him.

So yes, from this day onwards, wherever he is, Lily and James Potter will be known as his blood parents. Moreover, he has to find Harry's murderer, his blood brother.' He felt enraged just thinking about that.

'After the ritual –

First thing will be to know all there is to know about his blood family; Bloodclaw said something about their Will; and their history – which includes Sirius Black and his Godfather Severus Snape.

They have sacrificed much for him. His love for them and the pain of loosing them before knowing them is a sharp stab in his heart, more prominent than before.

Before this, he had imagined what parents would be like, he saw a lot of his peers of different age range with their parents in school and college, he had grieved, but now he realized that he had grieved the situation, his missed childhood, of what it could have been, not really the people that were his parents. He really didn't know them enough to mourn them, he still didn't but just the knowledge of their love for him and their sacrifice, have brought him closer to them.

Then he has to get his accounts tackled. Bloodclaw said there were more to his accounts: Investments, Share and Holdings, Bequeaths, Contracts and Bank Statement he said.

Ugh! He seriously needs more information.'

Hadrian got out from the tub and after drying himself started to get dressed. The robe was in the softest material he has touched. 'Hmm, he will ask Bloodclaw what the material was.'

Still thinking about his situation he finished and was staring into the mirror while drying his hair. Then as if a bulb lit over his head.

'Information – Newspaper! That's it! He needs to get his hands on at least the last 20 - 25 years' worth of newspaper!

He might find some newspapers stashed in the house where his parents were last staying. Hmm, he will have to ask Bloodclaw.

He would also have to see where he would be staying.'

There was a knock on the door. "Enter", said Hadrian. Bloodclaw poked his head and said, "We are ready for you now, my Prince."

Remembering what Director Ragnok said about the pain he would feel in the Ritual, Hadrian steeled himself, he has not received any mentionable pain after he started school and away from the Dursleys.

Exiting the antechamber, he saw a hundred of candles lit in an 8-point asterisk symbol. Bloodclaw seeing his observation explained, "The symbol marks the main directions. Though it has no magical properties in itself, it denotes the infinite paths life can take with the decisions we make, which not only impacts on the person making the decisions but also the people around that person."

Bloodclaw indicated a dais in the middle and said, "My Prince is to lay in that dais so that we may begin the ritual."

Hadrian felt a tentacle of nervousness and fear griping him slowly and trying to take a hold. He felt kind of stupid not having thought this through, here he was in the middle of a wizarding bank, which is goblin territory, whom he did not even know for a whole day and ready to trust them – probably with his life from the look of it.

'Not that anyone can blame him' he thought bitterly, 'He has no one to rely on in this world right now. Well nothing to do now, might as well go for it – in for a penny, in for a pound. Well this will be his first introduction to magic, though he was not sure for how much he will be aware of the process.' Hadrian decided and moved forward.

Climbing up the dais and laying down, he felt goblins move forward and coming out the shadows and surrounding him. Then suddenly, as if previously rehearsed they started a humming like sound. He felt his eyes flutter and close becoming heavy along with is whole body.

Hadrian became aware of a heat spreading through his body, though he could not move away from the heat even if he tried to. As suddenly as the heat started it stopped and he felt himself falling deeper into the slumber.

Hadrian suddenly heard a woman's voice. It sounded weak and exhausted.

The voice was playing as a bad recorder, fading in and out but he could make out the voice whisper "Einar Lokison. My precious baby." Then suddenly everything went dark.

Hadrian was cold and hungry, he heard himself wailing loudly.

After sometime he heard some noise and a feeling of warmth wash over him.

Hadrian heard whispering, hurried steps and silence.

He felt himself being picked up. He heard some deep voices after a while and pain in his chubby finger for a few seconds before it faded. He felt himself drinking something sweet and gooey. Some cooing sound and warm milk being fed to him. Then again silence.

Hadrian blinked his eyes and felt himself crying again. He heard footsteps coming near him and then a red-haired woman came in front of his vision making him stop crying by the cooing sound made by her. Then again, he felt himself being picked up and warm milk being fed to him.

Hadrian was now seeing this scene being repeat for what felt like hundreds of times, he understood that he was seeing his earliest memories. After sometime talking has also started along with the feeding. 'This is the life of a baby' he thought, 'quite boring for an eleven-year-old to see himself growing.'

Hadrian felt himself laughing and smiling, 'Pa'foo', he called out to the big black dog that was running around the lawn where he was sitting on the grass and making a grabbing gesture.

There was a groan behind him, then he felt himself being picked and coming face to face with a man with messy hair that was standing out in all direction, wearing a spectacle and with a pouting expression, 'Rian, your first words can be Padfoot, it has to be Dada, say Dada, come on buddy say Dada'.

Hadrian started clapping and said, 'Pa'foo'. He heard a voice coming close and standing in front of him, a tall man with long, black hair and grey mischievous eyes, 'Give it up Prongs. Rian has proved it today that he loves me more than his Dada,' looking down at him he said along with tickling his belly, 'Don't you, Rian? You do. Yes, you do. Say Padfoot.'

Hadrian started giggling loudly and screaming, 'Pa'foo' and squirming in his Dada's hands.

'Hadrian James Potter-Black you are so much in trouble now mister, you should not ignore your Dada in such a manner' James said in a mock admonished voice.

Hadrian just laughed and pocked his Dada's spectacle.

Hadrian suddenly realized how he had always known his name as Hadrian and not Harry or any of those derogatory names his so-called relatives called him.

He still remembers correcting his primary class teacher that his 'name was not Harry James Potter, it was Hadrian James Potter.' His teacher had thought that his guardians had mistakenly registered him by his nickname or something and corrected it.

Since then, his name was registered as Hadrian Potter and not Harry Potter. He has always been averse to being called Harry, as many of his closer peers knew now having had tried to call him before he snapped at them for calling him that.

Now he knew why, he had subconsciously always known if these memories are anything to go by. Memories that had be suppressed for some reason.

Blurry image of a red-haired woman feeding him from a bottle of milk.

"That's its Hadrian, drink up. Then Mama is going to tell you a story" the woman said in a soft voice.

Hadrian looking up at the woman while sucking the milk.

"Lily?" a deep male voice called out from somewhere.

The woman looked up and answered, "In here James."

The man wearing a deep red – almost to the point of being called maroon – robes, looking anxious came into the nursery – he noticed he was in – almost running and sighing in relief when he saw them.

"James?" Lily asked sounding scared as she took in James' disheveled look.

James gulped and said in a hoarse voice, "Marlene and her whole family were murdered by Death Eaters yesterday in their home. They are said to be killed off by You-know-who himself. I can't find Sirius. He disapparated before I could stop him."

Lily made a sobbing sound while hugging him to her chest.

There was some commotion that woke Hadrian up from the slumber. He could hear restrained voices, as if they wanted to should but couldn't or didn't want to.

'Please James. I can't. I won't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you all. I couldn't do anything to help Marlene. I didn't even know they were being targeted.' He heard a voice say.

'You need to calm down Sirius and listen to me carefully. Its wasn't your fault. We, Lily, Rian and I, trust you with our life. But if you will feel less pressured and assured by this change in secret keeper, then well will do it. Ask Dumbledore and Peter to come and do the changes'

'Thank you, James,' Sirius said in a relieved voice.

James making puffs of coloured smoke erupt from a stick for his amusement. Hadrian was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist.

A door opened and his mother entered, saying, 'It's time for bed Hadrian, say good night to dada.' His dada scooped him up and handed him to his mother, her long, dark red hair falling over her face. James threw the stick, which was making those smoke, down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning.

The front door of their home suddenly burst open.

A hooded person with a white stick came over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall.

They heard James shout, 'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off'

His mother suddenly started running towards the stairs and then up.

He heard a cruel laughed before the voice said.

'Avada Kedavra!'

A green light filled the cramped hallway before Lily quickly put him in the crib and closed the door, she pulled a chair against the door and hastily piled some boxes before she came and picked him up and started whispering to him.

"Hadrian, my baby, be brave but intelligent and cunning. Be strong and follow your heart. Mama and dada have to go far away, but they and your brother will always watch over you. Remember Hadrian, Mama loves you. Dada loves you. Harry loves you. Take care of Padfoot and Moony. We all love you so very much."

A force opened door, and the hooded figure came inside, he cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his stick.

At the sight of him, she dropped him into the cot behind her and threw her arms wide, n shielding him from sight and started begging and shouting.

'Not Hadrian, not Hadrian, please not Hadrian!'

'Stand aside, you silly girl … stand aside, now …'

'Not Hadrian, please no, take me, kill me instead'

'This is my last warning'

'Not Hadrian! Please … have mercy … have mercy … Not Hadrian! Not Hadrian! Please - I'll do anything'

'Stand aside - stand aside, girl'

The green light flashed around the room and Lily dropped onto the floor. He had not cried all this time: he just stood there, clutching the bars of his cot, and he looked up into the intruder's face.

He saw the hooded man – as it definitely was a man by the sound of his voice – lower his hood and looking straight at him. His eyes bright red glowing with power.

He pointed the stick to his face; Hadrian began to cry.

'Avada Kedavra!'

He saw a flash of green light heading towards him and then heard a painful scream which was echoed by his scream and the pain in head before everything got silent.

Hadrian suddenly woke up gasping and sweating.

[Author's Note: Oh my. Two years. Thank you everyone for the patience you have shown. I really was in a very bad place, same like all the people in this world.

[Special Thanks to those author that have continued to write and give us awesome stories to forget the world's crisis, at least for a few hours. You really kept me going]

Lost my job and all. BUT I didn't give up. Got a job, which is going well, and at last finished this chapter. I was thinking of holding it till I at least had a few more chapters.

But then I thought that you all have been waiting for quite a while now.

So here it is. Yay.

I haven't and I will never abandon this story. Updates will be when I can.

Not going to promise – really failed to keep it the last two times – but one can still hope. 😉

Thank you.]