Helen Jones stared in complete silence, hoping that what she was seeing was only a dream, no a nightmare. But she couldn't deny her eyes, the dripping head in the boy's hand was undoubtedly her husband's. The look of agony on his face would be forever burned into her memory, if she survived the encounter with Hadrian.

An extremely wicked grin spread across Hadrian's face. "Worry all you like insect, but I won't squash you just yet. I told you I wanted to destroy you, and that is what I'll do. Piece by piece, until you will be begging me for an end." His grin spread even wider. "This is a bit more of a reminder than a cock, but it will serve." He tossed the head at her feet, covering her lower legs in gore droplets. "Enjoy." He turned around and suddenly disappeared.

If it weren't for the severed head of her beloved husband at her feet, she would have sworn Hadrian wasn't even there. Her dead eyed stare at the place Hadrian was broke and she collapsed crying. The administrator found her this way.

One year, two months later

Helen Jones disappeared two months after the incident involving the death of her husband. No one knew what exactly happened to her, but everyone suspected who did the deed.

Hadrian smirked as he recalled the event, an euphoric look clearly displayed on his face. Every boy nearby shuddered and paled considerably, quickly occupied themselves with something else. Preferably far away from Hadrian.

Hadrian had quickly became the number one person to avoid in the institution. Every newcomer was almost immediately warned, either by the residents or by the staff. Some of the more elderly, cocky, prideful, and or moronic newcomers had ignored the warnings. Most ended up severely injured or died painfully. It was clear to every staff member that Hadrian was going to transfer to the prisons once he got older, unless they figured out the one way to help him change. But most doubted that even if he changed he would escape the prison system, mainly for all the deaths he caused.

Every murder that he committed was recorded in his documents concerning his life in the institute. The only reason he wasn't already in a prison cell for the rest of his life was the fact he was underage. But to the fact that Hadrian's tenth birthday was right around the corner, meant that he was quickly running out of time to change his life. There was an extremely small chance that if he changed his life that he wouldn't be behind bars until he died. But everyone in the institute highly doubted he would change anytime soon or at all.

Twelve days until his tenth birthday, everyone dreaded the event. On his ninth birthday, fifteen people were killed and twenty four were severely wounded. Five of which couldn't walk anymore.

The days quickly passed, everyone prepared for the worst. Tomorrow. The same word was shared unanimously across the entire building, everyone didn't sleep that night.

Nine in the morning, July thirty-first

The administrator stared wide eyed at the letter in his hands. A letter for Hadrian Potter. Who in their right mind would write the boy? Didn't they know what exactly he was? It wasn't a secret. Clearly they were not totally sane. He slowly opened the letter and read. His eyes widened even further with every sentence he read. Clearly they were insane people. But... It explained quite a few instances of baffling occurrences involving Hadrian Potter. Most prominently how he disappeared from the scenes of his murders, seconds even milliseconds before the bodies were discovered. The cameras clearly showed as much.

He had to warn these people what exactly they were asking for, even if he believed they were not completely right in the head. He began to write.

Dear Professor Dumbledore;

It has come to my attention that you are asking for one Harry James Potter of solitary cell number 0731. I have written to inform you that it might be in your best interest not to invite said person to your school for the safety of all persons in said school.

Hadrian as he wishes to be called, has extremely violent tendencies and episodes of mania, including up to and not limited to a Narcissistic personality. I might be in your best interest to disavow him entry to your school.

If you disbelieve my warnings feel free to come visit me in my office, so we can discuss this situation in person. If this is your wish, I can further show and explain my reasoning.

Best regards,

Administrator David G. Cooper

Three days later

Albus Dumbledore arrived down the street from the institute. Dressed in what most people would call old man's clothes, stylish, yet out of date. Accompanying him was one Severus Snape, prestigious Potions Master.

As they reached the entrance of the building, Albus couldn't help but feel the dread in the air. The building itself was well kept, yet worn. Red brick walls with numerous windows scattered across its four stories, a dark shingled rooftop completed the image. Yet it did nothing to ease the tension Albus was feeling.

As the two men entered the building, they came across a weary secretary at the welcoming desk. She looked up at them with bloodshot eyes. She spoke with a quiet resigned voice. "Hello Sirs, how may I help you today?"

"Hello young lady, my name is Albus Dumbledore. This is Mr. Severus Snape. We are here to meet one Administrator David Cooper. Is he available to speak with us?" Albus responded kindly.

"He is extremely busy, may I know the reason for the request? I might be able to schedule an appointment with him." She responded her voice a little more upbeat.

Albus sighed. "It's about the letter he sent us concerning one Harry, excuse me, Hadrian Potter in response to the letter we sent."

The fear was palpable in her eyes, but she kept her face as calm as she could. "I-I see. He is expecting you." She pushed a button on her desk. A minute later a security officer, a heavily equipped officer, appeared from the left side corridor. "This is Officer Jackson, he is to escort you two to Administrator Cooper's office. Please be careful."

Before Albus could wonder what she meant by her last statement he was beckoned by Officer Jackson, albeit a bit roughly. The three of them moved through the halls, stopping at several checkpoints throughout the building. 'Why would this place need so many locked doors?' Albus wondered.

At what must have been the fifteenth locked door, Albus couldn't keep silent. "Officer Jackson? Why are there so many locked doors in this place?"

Officer Jackson looked incredulously at Albus Dumbledore before he spoke. His rich deep voice startled Albus for some reason. "This section of hallways is the only direct way to the Administrator. It for his protection."

"But why? Is there something dangerous here?" Albus gulped at the look Jackson gave him.

"You are either slow or stupid sir, this is an institution for the criminally active children. Some of the children here have killed someone, a small amount have killed many. But most are kleptomaniacs and vandals only here for a few months or a year, two at the most."

Albus' mind reeled. 'Criminal children! Harry was here! What could he have done to be sent here?' He remembered the letter that Administrator Cooper had sent. He hadn't paid it much mind before, it wasn't possible for Harry to be what he described. Now he seriously questioned what he was thinking. A new goal formed in his mind. He must help Harry. Not matter the cost.

After twenty seven checkpoints they finally reached Administrator Cooper's office door. "I'll be waiting here to escort you gentlemen out. Good luck in there." He knocked on the door and opened it when he heard a faint "Enter!"

A worried Albus Dumbledore and a suspicious Severus Snape entered the office. Severus was internally digesting everything. 'Potter a criminal! Bah! Just like his father! Always knew he was no good. I can't wait to jab this in his face every time he's in my classroom. Good for nothing bastard of a whore of a man. Lily should have been mine!' His internal thoughts were brought to a halt when the administrator spoke.

"Ah, you must be Professor Dumbledore, and an associate of his. Splendid! Though I am sorry to bring this meeting to, to sadder, events it must be done. You two are here to discuss one Hadrian James Potter?"

"Yes, Administrator Cooper. We are indeed here to discuss Hadrian. Though I miss confess my confusion as to why it's a sad story."

"Oh, this is no story, Professor Dumbledore. One hundred percent facts is all I'm about to tell you." Albus looked a bit weary at hearing this. "One Hadrian Potter has been here since he was eight years old. The reason, the brutal murder and apparent torture of his family, the Dursleys."

Albus Dumbledore blanched at this bit of news. How had he not heard of this? "Surely not every one of the Dursleys were killed? Their son..?"

"I'm sorry to say that none of the Dursleys are alive today apart from one Mrs. Margery Dursley. Sadly the Dursleys aren't the only ones to be murdered by Hadrian. Ever since he has been admitted to this institution he has killed over one hundred people, as of three days ago."

"WHAT!" Albus yelled.

"The only reason he hasn't be executed for all these murders is because he is as of right now an underage minor. He will undoubtedly be executed once he is old enough to be tried as an adult. I hope for his sake it's a quick end."

"No! I must help him. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption. Everyone! Please let me see him. I can help him." Albus pleaded.

Cooper sighed heavily. "I see that you are determined. Very well. Though I must insist that you be guarded and be extremely careful. He is after all the most dangerous person in fifty miles in any direction. Let alone this building. I'll let his current handler know to prepare him for visitation."

Severus could help himself, he spoke for the first time. "Current handler?"

"Hadrian has gone through forty-nine handlers during his time here. Every one of them have died thus far. The only reason he has one now is because the pay we are offering for the position is high, very high. Otherwise no one would even try, too dangerous."

"How high is the normal pay? And what is his current handler getting?"

"Normal pay per hour is 20.44 pounds sterling. Hadrian's handler position is getting 65.50 pounds sterling per hour, due to the extreme hazards of the position."

"That's over three times the rate!"

Cooper simply nodded. He then pushed a button on his desk waited a minute then pushed another. "Mr. Jackson, please come in and escort these gentlemen to interrogation room 05. Afterwards if you wish you can go home if you are so inclined." There was a faint affirmation and then the door opened showing an extremely nervous Officer Jackson.

"Please follow me gentlemen." A scream sounded in the distance. "And stick close." He added.

Eighteen minutes later

The men arrived at interrogation room 05. Upon seeing the door they spotted a dark red stain covering the handle. It was fresh and dripping. Looking around wildly they spotted a body on the floor about four hundred feet down the hallway, next to a checkpoint. A trail of blood lead from the door to a puddle where the body was. All three of them were chilled to the bone.

"Stay here." Jackson ordered. He rushed to the body. Breathing a sigh of relief Jackson took out a medical kit off of the back of his belt. He started to wrap the persons arm with gauze and bandages. Said arm was missing a hand and half of the forearm. A few words on a radio and about fifteen minutes later a team of medics arrived with a stretcher.

Jackson returned to Albus and Severus. "He's going to be ok in a few days. Lost most of his right arm and the attached hand. A few days in the infirmary he'll be fine. I hope."

"Who was that?" Albus asked.

"His handler." Was the simple reply. "You ready to meet the most dangerous child in England?"