Albus dreaded entering the room, yet it was his only reason for coming to this awful place. Albus simply nodded and Officer Jackson opened the bloody door. Inside sat Hadrian, unbound and perfectly calm. The only sign that he wasn't asleep was the wide grin he projected at Officer Jackson.
"Ah. Michael Jackson! No relation! How's the little wife and child of yours? Oh that's right she can't tell you anything anymore, not after I broke her voice. And your kid? Ah right! It's a bit hard to talk without a head, or neck, or a tongue! Isn't it? After all, as I recall I sent that to you in a itty bitty box along with her pretty little gray eyes." Hadrian's voice was happy and mocking. The grin never left his face.
Fear quickly became pure hatred for Jackson. "Shut up you, fucking abomination! She was only five!"
Hadrian smirked "Oh but I do love the sound of her screams, hm, any screams actually. But her's were especially sweet! So delicate, so precious, so... delicious." Hadrian's grin spread even wider, baring his suddenly sharp teeth. But in a blink of an eye they were normal and overly white. "Oh but you brought me new friends! How sweet Jacksy!" Hadrian observed Albus and Severus. "You, old man, boy do you have an absolute stockpile of fun secrets to toy with. Lovers, mistakes, and plenty of anguish. Oh so much! Lovely! We are going to have a grand time, old man!" He turned his attention to Severus. "You are a jackpot of misery, depression, and self-loathing. So, so juicy. Delectable, pure and addictive. Oh, but you enjoy pain, upon others. I can show you pain, Severus Tobias Snape." His grin spread wide, his eyes wild with excitement.
A rage induced Severus screamed, "You know nothing about pain you insignificant freak of nature!"
The grin only widened further. "Want to test that statement little insect? After all it's been three days since I tortured something to death. Maybe I need a refresher course..."
It was then that Albus spoke up. "Hadrian please don't. Please forgive his outburst. I'm sure he wasn't questioning your... talents. We can come to a peaceful arrangement? Can't we?" The grin disappeared from Hadrian's face when he looked at Albus.
"I suppose so. But if he speaks to me like that his brains will be my next toy thing. After I take them off the walls of course. Oh, how I love new toys. So much fun..."
"Thank you Hadrian. Now, there is a reason Mr. Snape and myself, Albus Dumbledore, have come here. We want to help you. Help you gain mastery over yourself and your other talents. As well as help you surround yourself with people whom are similar to you in many aspects. Perhaps help you find what you are looking for."
"What makes you think," Suddenly he disappeared and his voice was behind them. "That I need your help in any of these matters? And what make you think I'm looking for something?"
All three of them whirled around. 'Chronomancy! No one has had that power in about a thousand years! Not since Salazar Slytherin himself.' Albus thought before he said "I believe that you are looking for an alternative or an escape. An escape from the ever pressing need for normalcy, to feel like you belong. I believe that you take out your unknown feelings on others, causing them harm. I can help you with everything on that list, but only if you let me."
The wild look in Hadrian's eyes dimmed ever so slightly. Barely noticeable but Albus saw it. "Fine. Mr. Dumb Bells, I'll give you a chance. If only to sate my curiosity. That is if Michael Jackson here and Mr. Poopster lets me go."
"Alright. I'm sure they will let you go. But you have to promise me be small thing." Hadrian raised an eyebrow. "Please try to control your urges. Meaning no hurting others."
"We'll see." That was all Albus Dumbledore got, for Hadrian vanished leaving them alone in the room. Albus sighed heavily, he was going to have a very tiring talk later with Minerva.
Next Day
After signing the transfer agreement with Administrator Cooper, Albus gathered the wild eyed youth. Apparating both Hadrian and himself to Diagon Alley, Albus kept a close eye on Hadrian. They walked to Gringotts where Albus negotiated with the Teller and Hadrian smirked wickedly at every Goblin in the room, causing them to shudder despite their warrior background.
Soon after a wild ride which caused Albus to grimace and Hadrian to genuinely smiled broadly, albeit temporarily. They started their shopping. First stop was Madam Malkins Robes, as they entered, gaining a wide eyed look from the cashier. Hadrian went back and Albus sat in the waiting seating, talking politely with the cashier.
Hadrian smirked at the other boy getting fitted. "Hogwarts too?" The boy asked. "My father is up the street looking at books and my mother for wands. My name's Draco, Draco Malfoy. Who are you?"
Hadrian smirked "Hadrian Potter."
The boy, Draco gaped momentarily before smiling broadly. He extended his hand. "Well Hadrian, it's nice to finally meet you." Hadrian smirked before shaking the proffered hand. "I hope you're in Slytherin, or at least Ravenclaw, I can handle being associated with a Ravenclaw. But imagine being in Hufflepuff! Think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Of course!" Hadrian played along. Learning what he could from the boy.
"Griffindor is never an option, house of Mudbloods, Blood Traitors, and idiotic fools the lot of them."
"The worst of the worst of course. Along with Dumb Bells there." He indicated Dumbledore up front whom was oblivious to the conversation.
"Right. Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing to happen to Hogwarts. Muggle loving fool that he is." He looked at Hadrian with a smile on his face. "I think this is the start of a long friendship, of course if you are in Slytherin, which I see is a high possibility, or Ravenclaw I suppose."
"We'll see, Draco Malfoy, We'll see."
"I certainly hope so. It's not common for a light family to have views such as yours." His tailor finished just then. "See you on the train then?"
"Of course." Hadrian smirked. As his tailor finished as well.
About Four Hours Later
Albus was most interested in the last item on the list. The wand. He directed Hadrian to Olivander's and upon entering watched eagerly for the result, hopefully the one he was rooting for.
"Hello there! Ah Mr. Potter, a pleasant surprise, it seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here getting their first wands. Ah, here we go." He handed a wand to Hadrian. "Well give it a wave." Hadrian obliged. Waving the wand wildly around the room, causing wands to fall to the floor everywhere. Olivander quickly snatched the wand away. He nervously handed another to Hadrian. Similar results happened. After eighty-two wands, a few broken, some combust, some outright screeched. But in the end they found the perfect match.
"Yew and Blackthorn, Thestral tail hair, 13 inches, dangerous yet powerful and unyielding. A warrior's wand for good or ill is yet to be determined. But I see great things from you Mr. Potter. Great things indeed. 7 Gallons." Paid for he waved them from the shop.