Neville yawned and stretched out in the warm blanket, his mind starting to clear and realize that he is not in his bedroom. In fact, he is inside a small blanket tent that he just remembered building with Adrian last night, surrounded by tons of pillows, toys, some snacks, and cold cocoa abandoned on the fringes of their little tent, the magical fairy lights above their head were dimly twinkling, as if not to disrupt his sleep. Not to forget the Nightmare Orchid on the nightstand near Adrian's bed. Neville was pleased to find it working as it was supposed to.
It had been the best night ever!
Neville sighed, content, and lay for a moment, just recalling the last night.
During the lessons, Neville had tried to follow Uncle Severus's instructions to control his magical output on the cauldrons and ingredients, he truly did, still, nothing happened. While Hadrianus had summoned his own Magic at the tip of his finger in mere moments as if it's as simple as breathing. Uncle Severus had said nothing but only encouraged him to keep trying and instructed him to continue the meditation and recommended a few book's names, something about how to properly meditate and calm his nerves enough to focus.
Neville had been heartbroken. Not only over the fact that he couldn't perform as Adrian did, but also because now Adrian might scorn him for not being a good enough Wizard. He had been prepared for a cold rejection of their friendship. But to his utmost surprised, the taller boy had instead patiently waited for him, encouraging him, and after the class is over, he even dragged him to the library of the Slytherin Manor and shared his own copies of the recommended books. He also offered Neville to borrow his copies and read them until he brought his own.
Neville had been thankful for having such a good friend.
After they had their supper and built a big fortress with blankets, Adrian confessed to him that he meditates every night on his father's instruction, so together they spent an hour or two meditating, with the taller wizard guiding him. Neville had felt a lot better and calmer after that. Adrian had confessed that it's how his father had taught him to meditate. Neville had felt the acceptance from his older friend and he was relieved and gratified. He had truly feared that, like the others, Adrian wouldn't want to do anything with him when he realized that Neville is almost Squib-level Wizard! And it had lifted the weight he had been carrying from his shoulder since he agreed to befriend him.
He also met Uncle Marvolo who came to meet with them before they went to sleep. He had been just like what Neville had always pictured a father would be like. Caring, gentle, supportive but also strict, and disciplinarian. No wonder Adrian looked up to him so much! He is the perfect role model that Neville had admired and imagined how a father must be like. Uncle Marvolo had checked on them, without any bias towards his son which had surprised Neville, he had expected him to spend more time with Adrian. He asked them about their lessons and Neville had half expected Adrian would immediately tell his father about his failure and make fun of him, so he was surprised when he didn't. Uncle Marvolo even asked Neville about how his parents' recovery, and assured him that he can ask him if he ever needs anything, anytime.
Even Auntie has been so caring, she came to check on them more than once to make sure they're alright, supplied tons of pillows and blankets and charmed fairy lights for their fort, and send them hot cocoa and lots of snacks to nibble on as they talked and played. Neville had been in awe and maybe a little jealous of his friend, Adrian had no idea how lucky he is to have such great parents.
Neville sighed and looked around, searching for his said friend who he remembered falling asleep beside him, only to find the space is empty. Where is he?
As if answering his unasked question, Neville heard the door of the bathroom opening and then approaching footstep. Smiling, he sat up, abandoning the comfortable and warm comforter and stretched, before crawling out of the tent. Hadrianus lit up seeing his friend awake. "Good morning. How was your sleep?"
"Mm great, good morning."
"You want to join me?"
Neville looked up, confused, "Join what?"
Neville's jaw dropped looking at the training room. The room was huge, and on one side, it is full of so many machines that Neville has never seen in his whole life. What is that?
Hadrianus laughed at the astonished look on his friend's face, "Come on in, I don't bite if you don't!"
Neville snorted, rolling his eyes but following him to the gym nevertheless, looking around. "I never saw all these machines before, what do they do?"
Hadrianus looked at them and shrugged, "Not sure, I only know this machine, treadmill, it's a walker. But I don't use them, I only do free hands exercises as a warm-up and then practice martial arts. This is my corner."
Hadrianus led him towards a relatively empty space covered with thick carpet and a few dummies and cylindrical bags hanging low from the ceiling. Hadrianus opened a small closet and picked up two sets of robes and other kinds of stuff and threw a set at Neville.
"Let's warm-up for half an hour and then I will show you some cool tricks my Godfather taught me. You never know when you need to defend yourself from some meanies." Hadrianus grinned and Neville perked up at once.
"Awesome!"
An hour later, Nagini found the boys in the training room as Hadrianus practicing a double-take-down move with one of the dummies while Neville is punching the sandbag. Nagini sighed and rolled her eyes. Boys!
"Come on boys, it's time for breakfast. Go stretch, then have a shower."
The boys stopped and grinned at her, sweaty despite the cold of Mid-February. Nagini shook her head and sighed, going back to the dining room to arrange breakfast for them. Marvolo was already there, reading the newspaper. The children joined them in within 15 minutes and Marvolo looked up, folding the Prophet. "Good morning, children. I have already linked the Floo with Hogwarts, Neville. So you can leave and come anytime you want."
Neville smiled and nodded happily. Marvolo turned towards his son.
"Keep up with your studies and don't get into trouble. I will be back home before you know it."
Hadrianus nodded and Marvolo stood, leaving. Hadrianus watched him leave with a sad pout, which was interrupted with the indistinct pop and their breakfast arrived.
"Eat boys, then meet me in your father's office room," Nagini told them and left, and they immediately tucked in.
Neville noticed there are some different types of bread than they normally eat and couldn't help but ask about them, wondering if it's some German thing.
"Oh, it's made of gluten-free ingredients, it makes my tummy ache, you see," Hadrianus confessed, knowing very well he can't tell his best friend about his Creature. Father warned him about it, about how the Light-cored Wizards are so prejudiced about it and if they know he is one, they might kill him. Will Neville kill him as well, if he knew about it? Hadrianus doesn't know, but he knows this will be among the list of the secrets he will keep from him.
"You're allergic to gluten?" Neville gasped, "That is a bit scary, because, like almost everything has gluten."
"Not necessarily, there are gluten-free alternatives to everything. Besides, my father taught me a neat spell, which shows if my food has gluten or not. See, Gluten Revelio."
The spell took effect within a second, revealing there is no gluten in the food. Hadrianus beamed, tucking his Wand in his holster, and turned to Neville who is staring at the space where the spell took place with an odd look.
"What's wrong, Neville?"
Neville swallowed audibly, unconsciously touching his own wand. It was his father's wand and he is afraid that one day gran will tell him he is not magical enough to be worthy of it, "It's really cool how easily you can cast a spell, Adrian. You're very lucky to have such control on your magic and everything."
Hadrianus nodded in understanding, remembering Neville's struggle with controlling his Magic. "Yes, I am lucky, but it's only because I have awesome parents, not on how I can control my magic. I wasn't born like this, Neville, nor do I have full control over my magic yet. I trained and meditated and worked hard to reach where you're seeing me, so I know you can do as well. Father says our age is the time for Magical Core development, so you must keep training hard to reach your full potential and have full control."
Neville smiled tentatively at his friend's attempt to cheer him up. They ate the rest of their food in silence. Hadrianus sipped on his orange juice, then came to a decision. "Tell you what Nev, keep up with your meditation and practice it regularly. Then next Friday I will teach you a cool trick you'll love."
Neville perked up at once. Hadrianus's definition of 'cool tricks' is truly cool. He can't wait to learn more. He doesn't have anyone to teach him all these. "Like what?"
Hadrianus grinned, "You will know if you promise another sleepover!" He will teach him how to focus on the core and help it unwind his magic and summon a ball of light. Ever since he was able to summon the ball of light, his confidence and determination have grown to do other stuffs. Just like Neville, Hadrianus had been terrified of letting his magic flow, having been beaten down every time an ounce of accidental magic occurred. Yet he did it after several attempts and with continuous encouragement and support from his father.
And he won't sit still until his best friend can do the same.
"Well, I don't mind, if my gran permits." Neville shrugged, "It's much better than at my Great Uncle Algie's house. I had fun last night."
Hadrianus's face darkened hearing it, remembering how this Great Uncle is the one who verbally abuses Neville because of something he has no control. "Do you spend time regularly with him?"
"Only when my gran is busy."
"Well, you can ask gran to let you come here instead," Hadrianus suggested as they stood, going to his father's office. The less he spends time with that man, the better.
On reaching the office room, they saw Nagini waiting there. Seeing them, she smiled and offered a bowl full of Floo powder to Neville, "Come back here whenever you wish, Neville. Okay? Just give us a heads up before you come."
"Yes, Auntie." Neville beamed, then turned to Hadrianus, "You want to come with me? I mean, being Heir of Slytherin, Hogwarts is your home too, and you've never seen her."
Hadrianus perked up, turning at his mum who looked conflicted.
"Just a quick visit to our quarter, Auntie, and then he will return. My gran will be there." Neville promised.
"Please mum?" Hadrianus looked at her with pleading eyes, because what could go wrong with just a quick visit, right?
"If you say so," Nagini sighed, "But be quick."
Neville beamed and agreed to go through the Floo first. As he did, Hadrianus turned to look at mum.
"Hatchling," Nagini said, still a little alarmed, "I should not let you go to Hogwarts alone. If Dumbledore sees you..."
"Mum, you will be a lot more in danger than I if you go, while Hogwarts' Wards might recognize me as Her Heir, what if it turns you back to your serpentine body?" Hadrianus asked and Nagini falls silent. To be honest, not even Nagini knows if that is possible or not. She must ask Tom when he returns. "Besides, Barty and Uncle Severus will be there. If anything happens and I can't return through Floo, I will run to either of them." It won't be totally impossible, if he truly is Hogwarts' Heir, he might sense them in the wards or if not, at least smell them. "And I won't step beyond Neville's gran's chamber, I promise."
Nagini sighs and nods, "Go and return to me quickly my hatchling, then we will leave for home."
"Yes, mum."
Hadrianus stepped through the Floo and brushed his robes off the ashes, the first thing he felt was a warm, rich and glorious aura that washed through him, judging him, leaving him mildly shivering. Then, as if realizing who is he, Mother Hogwart's wards tightened around him, as if hugging him, welcoming him home. It was as powerful like it had been in the home, but also, a bit sedated. As if she's exhausted, tired. Hadrianus probably wouldn't have realized the difference if he did not associate with Slytherin Castle Mother so intimately.
Dear Lord, what happened to her?
His wondering came to a halt when his eyes fell on the occupants of the chamber, having a small tea party in an office no larger than his father's office in the Manor. Neville and Madam Longbottom aside, there were two more occupants in the room who are staring at him. A tall witch in a tight black-haired bun and emerald-green robe with a very stern face that reminded him of his father and Uncle Severus, and Hadrianus's immediate thought was that this was not someone to cross. The other one...
Hadrianus's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. Without meeting him or even having seen his photo before, Hadrianus recognized who it was. After all, it had been the same face Hadrianus used to see in the mirror before using his metamorphmagus ability, and later the blood adoption to change it. The only exception being, this is what he would have looked like that if he grew up with a loving family that spoils you by letting you eat whatever you wish, whenever you wish, and no exercise and obviously, no scars on your body.
No, he doesn't like the outcome, he is much better with his strict father keeping tabs on his unhealthy food intake and makes him train to burn the extra calories out so it doesn't affect the well-being of his Creature.
Does James Jr. have any Creature?
Hadrianus reached out to his own Mamba and realized he doesn't have one, not uncommon as the other boy must be only eight and had no life-threatening situation to force his Magic to go through a Creature Inheritance. But Augusta Longbottom is a Sphynx, and another strict witch has a faint feline smell, though he doesn't feel any Creature on her. Maybe Animagus? He is not sure, he needs to ask his father.
"Ah, Heir Slytherin-Peverell," Madam Longbottom greeted, successfully breaking his impromptu staring contest with his ex-twin, taking his attention on her. She wasn't expecting him to come, but nevertheless, she is pleased to see him.
"Good morning, Lady Longbottom." Hadrianus gave a respectful bow.
"Oh, none of that, Heir Slytherin-Peverell," Augusta brushed it off, "I expect to see a lot of you, so we should forgo the formalities, call me gran." She wouldn't have done this with anyone else, especially when they're such important Heir of two prominent families, but she was pleased to see the radiant glow from Neville ever since he stepped out of Floo, looking younger and happier as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulder. And Augusta wanted him to keep it this way, even if it means she would need to sacrifice the formalities to make the other child more comfortable in her presence. Which showed the way the child's wary look melted and he relaxed a tad.
"Thank you, gran, call me Hadrianus or Adrian, then." He grinned.
Augusta nodded, "Hadrianus, let me introduce you to Lady Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Minnie, this is Heir Hadrianus Slytherin-Peverell, I am sure you remember his father."
"Of course," Minerva nodded and opened her mouth to greet the child when the said child stepped forward and courtesied, and kissed her knuckles lightly, "It's an honor to meet you, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall."
A faint blush dusted on the old witch's cheeks, and Minerva was pleased. It's not every day you meet a polite and well-mannered child, and if what she heard from Augusta, Filius, Pomona, and Barty is true, a very exceptional and bright mind as well. "Thank you," Minerva said, looking at the child and pleased with what she found. The color of the Killing Curse surrounded the child's black pupils, those big and dainty almond-shaped eyes covered by those thick ebony lashes, gave off a unique quality. The innocence they held was just... incredible. He positively looked like a lovely little well-dressed porcelain doll, who will definitely grow to be a gorgeous and stunning gentleman. The defining features of the Slytherin lineage marked the boy's face, porcelain skin, and high cheekbones - similar to his father. Though the small, delicate nose must have come from his mother- Minerva mused. There's a subtle touch of Black lineage as well, and Minerva wondered if there's anyone of Black blood was there in the Slytherin family.
"Let me introduce you to Heir James Potter Jr., my ward. Jim, this is Heir Hadrianus Slytherin - Peverell." Minerva smiled as she looked closely at the boy, intentionally not mentioning the moniker they've dubbed Jim with, wondering if the boy would recognize him and how he'd react. Jim had been her charge ever since the Wizarding Family Service has taken Jim Potter from his guilt-until-proven-otherwise parents, and she is happy to take him under her wings and raise him. Ever since she had resigned from the teaching Transfiguration and Head of Gryffindor House, her schedule has cleared immensely and she can finally spend some private time with her friends and family and raise a child, having none of her own. She hadn't realized how much she had been missing out on.
To her surprise, Heir Slytherin-Peverell didn't even blink or gape in surprise hearing Jim's name, only smiled widely as he extended his hand. As if the kid is merely being introduced to another kid, not Boy-Who-Lived.
"Pleased to meet you, Heir Potter." Hadrianus smiled, unaware of the adults looking at him with calculating gleam and silently querying if he knew whom he is being introduced to. He didn't even ask him if he had the scar or anything like that. Does Heir Slytherin-Peverell even know he is being introduced with the Boy-Who-Lived? Or is he merely concealing his expression even better than most of the adults do?
Jim stared at the extended hand with mixed and torn expression. He had felt an odd, familial pull towards the new boy as soon as he stepped out of the Floo, the sensation was completely new to him which had thrown him off guard. He had never felt something like this before. It was as if his magic was pulling him towards the new boy, wishing to befriend him and play with him. Why would he feel this way? And for the first time in his life, Jim wanted to befriend the new boy. He had been preparing to invite him to play with him, knowing Aunt Minnie would introduce him to him, but then he heard his name. He is a Slytherin.
Jim wanted to groan and complain about the unfairness. This is the first time he wanted to befriend someone and that boy is a Slytherin. Why he must be a Slytherin? If not Gryffindor, he could at least be some stupid Hufflepuff or nerdy Ravenclaw! Why Slytherin?
No, he can't befriend a Slytherin. Slytherins are all Dark wizards and he is Boy-Who-Lived! He can't be seen befriending a Dark wizard.
He had been thinking all these when he was introduced to him. Jim was prepared for the stammering and stuttering the other boy would do when introduced and then Jim would refuse him, but he had been thrown off guard when he didn't even bat his eyelash hearing his name. Does he not know who is he? Maybe not, if his accent is anything to go by. He is obviously not from Britain.
No, even the foreigners knew about him, Jim had seen when they went to visit other countries with his parents and godfather.
Apparently, Jim spent too long to accept and shake his hand, making Hadrianus's smile falter as he slowly retreated his hand, swallowing the hurt feeling, realizing his ex-twin brother didn't like him. Is he truly that bad, that Jim, even without knowing he is his brother, didn't want to associate with him, or befriend him? Is that why the Potters disowned him? "Erm," Hadrianus looked away and swallowed, missing the way the adults glared at Jim and Neville looked disappointed but resigned, "I will be leaving, then. Bye." He turned towards the Floo.
"Adrian, wait," Neville said, walking towards him. He glanced at the other occupants as they were busy reprimanding Jim, and smiled sadly at his best friend. "Please don't mind him," He whispered, "He behaves like that with me too, and I am his Godbrother."
"Really?" Hadrianus asked surprised and Neville nodded, sadly. "I didn't know you had Godparents, let alone Godbrother!" Hadrianus asked, delighted with the news. Does that mean he could have Nev as his Godbrother? That's so cool! He would love that! Another thing his birth givers rob from him.
Neville flushed red, embarrassed, and mumbled, "Well, they act like they're not, so why would I talk about them?"
Augusta, having heard her Heir's last words, inwardly sighed, while she agree with the statement, it wouldn't honor his parents as they are the ones who appointed the Potters as his Godparents, "Neville!" She admonished.
But Hadrianus grinned, "Well then, don't mind them, I would have loved to have you as my Godbrother, I've always wanted a brother! Unfortunately, my Godbrother is a big bully, so I can also say that I am on the same page with you on this! Is it necessary to have our parents as Godparents to claim you as my Godbrother?"
Neville blushed and the adults laughed at his words, while Jim Potter flashed, whether in embarrassment or anger that is yet to see. Not noticing her friend's charge's declining mood, Augusta said, "Yes, unfortunately, it is necessary, but you don't have to be Godbrothers to become brothers-in-arms." She prompted with a small fond smile. It's hard to not be fond of such an adorable and angelic child and his innocent questions.
Hearing that, Hadrianus's grin turned wider as he asked, "Then you don't mind if we, the brothers-in-arms, have a sleepover every Friday night, right?"
Augusta looked a bit startled at the abrupt turn of the topic, before a sly smirk took over her face, "Ah, just when I was wondering whether you're a Slytherin only by name, you prove me wrong." Certainly not an entirely innocent angel as she thought him to be.
Minerva snorted. Slytherins and their infamous cunning and silver tongue! But it's so adorable to witness in a child that had Minerva smiling, "He had you, though, Aggie."
Augusta hummed and looked at Neville. While the child still looked shy, but he had a pleased and happy radiance in his general nature, he had obviously enjoyed the last night's sleepover with his first friend. "Well, that depends on what you did during your sleepover last night." She raised an eyebrow at her grandson.
"We made a pillow and blanket tent, ate lots of food, listened to a podcast, and played board games." Neville gushed, "Also, we practiced meditation, just like Uncle Severus taught us. And in the morning, Adrian taught me some really cool moves before we had breakfast and then we returned."
"I see," Augusta said at the same time Minerva asked, "Severus taught you meditation?"
"Yes, he said it will help me with better control over my Magic during brewing." Making the adults nod, being familiar with the potion-brewing processes.
Augusta smiled inwardly. She knew it was a good idea to have her Heir associate with Hadrianus and Severus. If Severus thinks meditation will help her grandson's magic, then she also needs to look into the matter and help the child to flourish. "And, what 'cool moves' did Hadrianus show you?" Wondering if it's to help with his magic.
Neville flashed a shy smile and turns towards Hadrinaus who grinned and positioned himself. Before Augusta and Minerva could think of what's happening, Neville punched him. The three of them gasped, Augusta almost about to reprimand him but to their further astonishment, Hadrianus blocked the punch, his moves spoke of his expertise and practice on the matter. Even Jim was impressed.
"Is that - " Augusta gaped at the boys, "You learned how to punch in a Muggle way? That's the 'cool move'?" Honestly, boys!
"And you're learning Muggle's way of fighting?" Minerva asked the taller boy grinning proudly at his student. Why would Heir Slytherin-Peverell need to learn Muggle fighting skills?
"Well," Hadrianus answered, "My father wanted to make sure I can defend myself in case they're not around and I am stuck in a situation where I can't use magic enough to save my life, or if I was disarmed. Father says, the World is unjust and unfair and it will buy me some necessary moments until help arrives."
Both the adults fell into stunned silence hearing the honest confession from a child. It hurts to hear a kid talking about how cruel the world is, where he should enjoy his life and live, wrapped in his own fantasy world. The trauma that tore the Slytherin family and made them move away from their homeland is the one that had also matured the child beyond his age. As much as they don't like the idea of robbing a child of his childhood, it's also a valid way to keep him prepared for anything and not overly depend on his parents for his own safety. Oh, how badly Lord Slytherin must have been affected after the incident, going as far as having to do anything they could to make sure their only child and Heir will survive in the future. Whether be it Magical or Muggle way - it doesn't matter what way you survive - as long as you survive.
Minerva inwardly agreed wholeheartedly with this particular progress, her eyes going towards her own charge who was silently brooding in the corner. As much as she hates to admit it, being the defeater of You-Know-Who, Jim's life is always in danger as well. Maybe they shouldn't rely on what the unknown power Jim had to save himself, no matter what Albus thinks. Maybe she should train him every way she can to face the cruel world as well. Not only that, she would very much like it if the boy can come out of his shell and befriend someone who will not treat him as Boy-Who-Lived, but the person that he is. And given the way Hadrianus acted around him, he obviously doesn't care enough for the title.
Maybe being raised in a foreign country with a different environment and a strict father with a fair heart made him treat everyone impartially.
"How about you teach Jim those moves as well?" Minerva tentatively offered, making Jim frown and look at her, probably interested. She could have easily signed him up for more professional trainers, but the pros of learning from a potential friend outweigh the cons. Jim would do great if he associates with Hadrianus and Neville. She won't let him grown into a rude man who abuses and hates anything related to the House of Serpents. Oh yes, she knows why Jim acted that way and refused Hadrianus's hand so rudely, and while she hates to force him into befriending someone he clearly doesn't like, she absolutely refused to let Jim grown into another James Potter or Sirius Black. She refused to repeat the same mistakes and will do anything to correct them, even if she must force the boys to spend time together. Hadrianus clearly knows to look after himself, so she doesn't have to worry about him ending up as another Severus Snape. And Neville would become the middleman they needed to balance themselves.
Jim frowned and scowled mutinously. Ever since the snake came in, no one not only had been paying any attention to him, also plotting to make him spend more time with the snake! His parents and Godparents never used to ignore him and focus on other children like this, as if he is something insignificance. He is the Boy-Who-Lived for Merlin's sake, he had saved them from a monster. And now they're expecting him to befriend an obvious Dark Wizard and a Slytherin? His dad and Siri would have objected and saved him from the situation. Oh, how he misses them. He hates being a ward of Minerva, she is too stern and scary, doesn't let him eat as much as he likes to, and doesn't even allow sweets more than once a day! It's so unfair and horrendous! And then she makes him wake up at god-damn hours and make him run around the Quidditch field! And not to forget giving punishments whenever he uses bad words. How dare she? He is the Boy-Who-Lived! His parents never gave him punishment for anything, only sometimes mom gently reprimand him. Dad, Siri, and Remi would have protested and prank Aunt Minnie senseless as revenge for this torture!
"P-pardon?" Hadrianus gaped, all his brain cells ceasing and freezing up dramatically at the request. Is she honestly trying to get him to spend more time with his ex-twin? Oh. My. God! Father is soooo going to kill me - he thought hysterically. "I mean, I am not a professional - "
Just by then, the door was knocked, providing a much-welcomed distraction, and a pale and blonde tiny girl in a cute floral dress and baby blue sweater danced in. She had straggly, long, dirty blonde hair held up in twin tails with butterfly ribbons, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look.
"Oh, hello Luna!" Neville smiled at her.
"Hello Neville, Jim, Aunt Minnie, and gran," The tiny little girl greeted everyone with her dreamy, fay kind of voice, then turned to look at Hadrianus. As soon as their eyes met, the girl ran to him and skidded to a halt before him, then looked up at him with a big grin, her right incisors absent, reminding him of his own absent right canine and half-grown incisors, "Hello, brother." She said in her same dreamy voice, "Glad to finally meet you."
Hadrianus blinked, bewildered with the turns of events. Brother? He doesn't even know her! "You know me?"
"Of course. Dabberblimps told me everything about you." The girl babbled and beamed while Hadrianus confusedly mouthed 'Dabberblimps', "They said you're going to be my big brother and keep the Nargles away."
"Er," Hadrianus gave Neville a helpless glance who looked too entertained with the progress to help him, grinning broadly, while the adults suppressed their smiles. Jim openly rolled his eyes, too used to her silly antics.
"Please don't mind her, Heir Slytherin-Peverell, come, have a biscuit," Minerva spoke up, pouring two more cups of tea. If it's becoming a long talk they should do it while having tea. "Ms. Lovegood could be a little eccentric, but she is a lovely girl with a good heart. She is the daughter of Professor Lovegood, the Spell Creation and Alteration Professor of Hogwarts. Come over, Ms. Lovegood, have tea with us." Luna hummed gently and danced forward, claiming the sit beside Hadrianus after Augusta conjured two chairs for them.
Hadrianus nodded in a silent thanks turned to smile at her, "Hello Ms. Lovegood, it's nice to meet you."
"Why don't you call me Luna? The Dabberblimps told me you're supposed to be my big brother. Brothers call their sister by their first name, don't they, Hades?"
Hades?
"Ah, yes, of course. Luna." He nods as he added a spoonful of honey to his tea. She may be eccentric but she has a unique personality that gave off an aura of distinct dottiness and warmth. Hadrianus can easily see himself befriending her.
"Um, is this gluten-free? I was supposed to not eat anything with gluten." Hadrianus asked a little worried, looking at the offered plate full of cookies. Minerva widened her eyes minutely and called for a House-Elf, asking her to send something gluten-free. The child must be allergic to gluten, Minerva realized and was pleased that his parents have taught him to always inform the host about his condition before consuming any food. Thankfully, there are some children in Hogwarts who are allergic to gluten, so this is something easily available.
"Thank you," Hadrianus smiled at the House-Elf, making her hiccup in shock and promptly pop off, not noticing how the adults watched him, approving his action, "So, what are Dabberblimps, Luna?" He asked her, smiling at the dreamy look in her unfocused silver eyes as he munched on the crunchy treat.
Luna was about to open her mouth to reply but Jim beat him to it. "That's just one of the imaginary creatures that Loony invents." Jim sneered at the stupid and ridiculous girl.
Hadrianus immediately stiffened as he looked at Jim sharply, his green eyes flashing, silently promising pain and commanding him to shut up. Oh, how he hates bullies! And looks like his ex-twin is one. And Luna, being different and younger, is his obvious easy target. Just like he had been. Well, he is not ever going to let anyone bully others in front of him just because they're different. Judging by the 'nickname', Jim Potter has a long history of bullying her, even if Luna doesn't look particularly bothered by it.
Jim was about to retort and insult the girl more but stopped looking at the disapproved and fiery look of Hadrianus. The expression made his heart squeeze painfully as if he did something very bad and disappointed the other boy - even though he didn't understand what he said wrong. But why would he care if that slimy snake didn't approve of what he did? He is nothing more than a stranger, after all. Then why his mind is seeking of doing something to gain his approval? Jim scowled at him and glared at the ridiculous girl as if it was her fault, before looking away, crossing his arms.
No, he is the Boy-Who-Lived, and he doesn't care if the slimy snake doesn't like him. He won't apologize to Loony for that. Why she must come and immediately catch his attention like that? The boy didn't even acknowledge his presence after he rejected to shake his hand. Jim had expected him to be hurt and plead to him to befriend him, and Jim might have befriended him if he plead enough. But no, he had to go act like Jim didn't exist anymore and immediately befriend the next person he saw, even if it is someone as ridiculous as Loony Lovegood! What is that Dark wizard playing at? Is he trying to make Jim jealous? Well, he is wrong. Why would Jim be jealous of a loony?
Minerva and Augusta, who were also about to reprimand Jim for his words, paused and exchanged a look. They had thought Hadrianus was too gentle and angelic for the World, kindhearted and polite. They hadn't expected him to be as fierce, intense, and protective over someone even if he had just met her, shutting up Jim with just his looks. He could definitely stand up against bullies, even if it's the child celebrity, the Boy-Who-Lived, and openly challenge him into submission without saying a word or raising his wand. He had a natural charisma of leadership, the bravery and heart of a Gryffindor, and the cunning of a Slytherin. It will be interesting to see him being Sorted and find out which characteristic wins.
They silently communicate with each other, both coming to the same decision. Yes, Hadrianus would be a good influence for both their wards. If he can accept someone like Luna so easily and open-mindedly, and reprimand Jim Potter for his misconduct without even opening his mouth, he will be as best influence as the children can get in this cruel and unjust world.
"Don't mind him, brother." Luna said in her usual dreamy tone, twirling her fingers on the necklace of butterbeer cork she's wearing, "The Wrackspurts are bothering him too much, they're making him go fuzzy and do or say stuff that he doesn't mean to. I have never seen so many Wrackspurts in someone's head. But I know you will keep them away from him."
Hadrianus blinked in astonishment. Well, there is no way Jim will spend time with him willingly, he hates him after all! Nor that Hadrianus wants to spend any time with him, he has no patience for bullies. He might end up being impolite at him or antagonize him and make him hate Hadrianus even more. But he didn't voice his unwelcomed concern in front of the adults, instead welcomes the change of the topic, "What are Wrackspurts, Luna?"
"Oh, they're some invisible magical creatures which floated into a person's ears, making their brain become unfocused and confused."
"I see," Hadrianus said with a small smile, well, looks like another binge research in the library on a near date is due.
Minerva chuckles, "Luna likes to surround herself in her own fantasy."
"Is it truly a fantasy, though?" Hadrianus asked musingly as he sipped his tea.
Minerva's raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Thestrals are also invisible creatures to many people too, until, suddenly, they're not." Hadrianus's smile was sharp, making Minerva's own smile froze on her lips. She doesn't have to wonder that Hadrianus can see the Thestrals now, probably after witnessing his grandmother's death. "Who knows what kind of special power you might need to see all these Dabberblimps, Nargles and Wrackspurts, and whatever else, right? Maybe someone as special as Luna can only see them?" Hadrianus grinned at her. Luna smiled brightly and nodded, making Hadrianus give her a brilliant smile, "I would like to hear about all of them one day, Luna."
"Of course, Hades. I will tell you all about them when I join you."
"Join me?" Hadrianus frowned. Does Luna want to be a part of their potion class? But not many people know about it. Or maybe Neville told her? If so, then he would have to talk to father and Uncle Severus about it.
"Oh yes, join you, and Nev, and Jim." Luna gave him a little knowing smile, her large, misty silver eyes held otherworldly knowledge, "The Dabberblimps told me you're going to lick the moon frogs and change my fate forever if I stay close to you."
"Erm," He glanced at Jim who looked surprised at being mentioned by her. Hadrianus looked away, "Well, if my father agrees."
"Sure," Luna agrees readily, "I will go have mommy send your daddy a written agreement."
Hadrianus stared after Luna kept her empty cup on the table and stood, dancing away, and then left the room, just like that. Okay, wow!
"Well, that was curious," Hadrianus concluded, looking at his best friend who grinned.
"Well, that's Luna for you." Neville snorted into his cookie.
"Anyway," Augusta asked, "How about you teach both Neville and Jim about those muggle ways of fighting?" Even Neville is always in danger from Death Eater families and Symphesizers, being another target and son of two front fighters for Dumbledore's Order.
Hadrianus turned to look at her. Oh, so, Luna wanted to join them to learn the martial arts, not potions?
But, no one talked about it during her stay, then how come she knew about it? They never spoke about it before, not even Neville knew he was learning martial arts from where she could have heard it, in fact, everyone just learned about it just a few minutes ago!
Then how come Luna knew about it?
Not only that, she clearly looked like she came here specifically to meet him, but not even Hadrianus knew he will be here an hour ago! He didn't even tell him his names. But Luna knew it. She called him 'Hades'.
So how...?
'Dabberblimps told me everything about you,' she had said.
Hold on... does that mean...
Hadrianus's eyebrows flew past his skull as he looked at the door sharply. Is Luna some kind of a seer?
If so, exactly what else does she know?
Does she know Hadrianus is a Naga? That Marvolo Slytherin-Peverell is no one but The Dark Lord Voldemort? Does she know that Hadrianus is actually the presumed dead Harry ex-Potter? That the story of their origin from Germany is actually misleading and manufactured?
Hadrianus mentally cussed and made a note to inform his father at the earliest convenient. This is not good, but his father would know what to do with it. How to approach her and make sure she doesn't tell anyone else, after all, she lives in Hogwarts and Dumbledore is the current Headmaster and a master Legilimens! If possible, she needs to learn Occlumency!
"..ian? Are you okay?"
Hadrianus blinked and refocused into the reality around him, where the adults are looking at him a bit concerned. He immediately wiped whatever expressions he was sporting and schooled his face into a neutral mask, slamming his shields up. "I am fine, thank you. I can teach Neville if you promise sleepover, gran." Hadrianus grinned at Augusta making her snort and roll her eyes. He then glanced at an almost fuming Jim, and then glanced back to Minerva, "And if my father and Heir Potter agree, then, I will teach him as well, ma'am."
Jim scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Don't bother, I wouldn't befriend a slimy snake." The last two words were spat out like poison in his mouth.
"James Charlus Potter Jr. you will cease this attitude at once," Minerva admonished, looking at him sternly, noticing the way Hadrianus mouthed 'slimy snake' confusedly from the corner of her eyes. Heir Slytherin probably didn't know about the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, even if he does, he wouldn't know the foolish insulting names Gryffindors sprouted at the House of Serpents. After all, his father is from Durmstrung, away from the stupid prejudices of Hogwarts students. Minerva felt a pang in her heart, knowing some of them is her fault. If she looked after her lion cubs better, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad.
Jim hesitated for a second, before sighing and raised his hand to shake. Aunt Minnie can be scary if she wants to be!
Hadrianus frowned at the offered hand, not at all pleased to have his ex-twin being forced to spend time with him when he clearly hates him, but he didn't outwardly show it and raised his hand to shake with him. If his father can work with his enemies and act civil, he can do the same. RIght?
But to his consternation, as soon as their hands touched, something happened. Jim has an 'X' mark symbol on his right inner wrist - Hadrianus noticed, which glowed for hardly a millisecond as soon as their skins met - drawing his attention on it. Hadrinaus felt like Jim's Magic is pulsating in anticipation, pushing towards him. As they grasped their hands, suddenly a tingle - not unlike how he feels when father touches him - rose and spread. But before Hadrianus could take a proper feel about it, it stopped, just as quickly as it came. Maybe because Jim Potter had snatched his hand back as if burned. It happened for such a short time, Hadrianus almost felt as if it was his imagination. But he knows it's not - judging by Jim's expression. He probably felt to a deeper extent than Hadrianus did, given the way Jim is staring at his hand in wonder and astonishment.
Is it their broken Twin Bonds trying to mingle? But Hadrianus hadn't noticed his own Magic behaving the way Jim's did. Why? Is it because he had properly and ritually rejected the Bond and Jim didn't? Oh no! What if Jim tells anyone about it and they realize Hadrianus's birth identity? Is this going to cause a problem in the future? The way Jim's magic pushing him towards Hadrianus, especially when Jim clearly despises him!
Jim was very suspicious about how his mark behaved. Mom had told him that he had that mark since birth, but it had been very faint yellowish. Its color only deepened to a blackish purple immensely after that Halloween night of '81. But why would the mark behave like that? It glowed and he felt a tingle rose from the touch and a lurch of Magic in his chest, reaching out and stumbling towards the boy before hitting with a solid wall of rejection. His mark never felt like this before. It never happened when he shook hands with anyone else. Jim looked at Hadrianus suspiciously.
What was that? Who is he?
"Well, if your father consents, you must teach the three of them, Ms. Lovegood seems excited about it as well." Minerva stated, curiously unaware of what just happened between the boys, "And I think Jim will do good befriending you and learning how to be polite from you." Minerva gave him a look.
"He needs someone with a kind heart and proper manners to be friends with," Augusta agreed with her old friend, "not those self-important hooligans he surrounds himself." She voiced her disapproval. While Marlene McKinnon might be Lily Potter's best friend other than Alice, her both sons Noah and Jack McKinnon are unruly, ill-mannered brats that are a truly bad impact on Jim - though she has a feeling that Jim had already become one himself. And Ron Weasley had not been any different despite being from an underprivileged family, no ambitions to speak of, no wishes or wants other than a warm meal, chess, and good company. Neither did Jim's so-called 'parents' and Godparents had been a good influence on him. Augusta had been disappointed to learn about their savior's best friends and warned Neville against befriending them.
But now, with Minerva's influence, there is maybe a chance of redemption for Jim.
Jim frowns stubbornly and furiously, knowing very well whom they're talking about. The McKinnons and Weasleys are not 'self-important hooligans', they are his friends, at least Noah, Jack, and Ron would have agreed that he doesn't deserve this treatment! He's the Boy-Who-Lived! Jim glowered, looking around to distract himself when his eyes fell on today's Daily Prophet on the tea table. A particular picture caught his attention, making Jim snatch the paper, all his previous anger, and confusion having long forgotten as he is drawn into the article.
"I agree." Minerva nodded, "Also, Jim needs to learn to defend himself. Merlin knows when the Death Eaters or heaven forbid You-Know-Who comes back and attack him. I will contact Pandora ask for Luna's permission too, though I highly doubt she will disagree with her daughter's antics." Minerva glanced at Jim who is gazing at the paper with an earnest but solemn expression - which made Minerva frown. She had only seen him look that way when - Minerva glanced at the newspaper and her heart squeezed.
Yes, her suspicion is right. there's another article on his dead twin. The reminder made Minerva swallow and look away. Jim had taken the news of his twin brother and his death very badly. It had been so bad that Minerva had to take Jim to Mind Healers for therapy, who had informed her that he's suffering from a backlash of broken Twin Bond and in need of prolonged therapy. They had also informed her that the distance between the Twins without any proper severing of the Bond had made a deep impact on his mind, making him restless, impatient, recurrent nightmares, and fluctuating of his mood and sometimes his Magic acting up because they crave their Twin part. After all, they came to the World together.
On the other side, Hadrianus is freaking out inwardly, thinking this can't be happening. He doesn't want to go anywhere near his ex-brother, especially when he is so rude. Are they seriously planning to send the so-called Boy-Who-Lived to learn to fight You-Know-Who from You-Know-Who himself? Talk about irony - Hadrianus thought hysterically.
"Do you wish to meet with your godfather, Adrian?" Minerva asked, changing the topic noticing how uncomfortable the child is.
"Um no, I will see him in home tonight," Hadrianus declined, inching towards the Floo ready to flee. "I will see you later, then?"
"Of course. There is the Floo powder," Augusta showed the small table stand beside the Floo.
"See you next Friday, then" Neville bid him goodbyes as Hadrianus stepped into the Floo and whisked away with the green flame.
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Marvolo was on his way out of the Ministry when he noticed Lucius coming towards him. He paused, nodding curtly at the blonde. "Lord Malfoy."
"Lord Slytherin-Peverell, I hope you and yours are in good health. I have some documents I have been meaning to give you. It seems number eight is new luck for us."
Marvolo looked up sharply and Lucius gave a knowing smirk as he handed over some files. It seems the traitor Octavius Pepper has finally been caught, and probably locked in the dungeons of the Knights' Headquarters. The new modified Dark Mark seems to do his work, not only it tracked the traitor down, but Marvolo had also been draining him of his Magic. So Pepper must not have been able to put up much fuss.
"I see," Marvolo said with a pleased smirk, "I will make sure to look it over by tonight."
Translation: I will hold the trial of all the traitors tonight.
Lucius smirked back and nodded in greeting, before going on his way. It's always fun to see people getting punished by their Lord. Of course, if His ire is aimed at you, then it sucks. Lucius resisted the urge to whistle happily. He needs to go home and inform his dear wife that he will be late to return home tonight.
Marvolo smirked at his retreating figure before turning towards the apparition point of Ministry and apparated out, arriving at the Diagon Alley. Today is the day when new the wolf-proof trunk will be launched in the market. Being the supervisor and Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it's one of his responsibilities to oversee everything and make sure the enchantments are of their topmost quality. Many lives are dependant on it, after all.
With purposeful strives, Marvolo reached the newly decorated and elegant Awarewolf Shop and entered, making sure to mask his signature, after all, not every werewolf belongs to his Knights and he is not letting their extra sense help them realize who he is. The only werewolf who knows about his alter ego is Fenrir and he wished to keep it that way.
The first thing he noticed was how full the shop is, despite being the first day. The werewolves from different corner of England is here to look into the affordable shop solely dedicated for them. Marvolo was pleased, a burden lifting from his shoulder as he simply looked around, taking the smiling scarred faces everywhere, of every age. From small cubs to Pack Elder, looking around the shop with wonder in their eyes.
The shop he selected was actually two separate shops that he merged, both being originally from Knockturn Alley. The owner of the first shop is a werewolf herself, belonging from one of the wolf packs that live in the Dark Knight's Headquarters. With all the restrictions now placed on werewolves, getting some potions is near impossible, especially without them being poisoned to kill them. That's why, Olivia Gomez being a werewolf, marked her shop as a legit one to all the werewolves. Olivia is a brilliant potioneer herself and under Severus's unofficial mentorship, they had been able to upgrade the new Wolfsbane potion and are now on their way to find a counter for silver. With the new law on the Creatures, they will finally be able to pursue their dream, and with Severus's Official mentorship, she might be able to publish her works and have her own Potion Mastery. Until today, her talents were being wasted in brewing and selling potions and other necessities of a werewolf in her shop in Knockturn Alley. On Marvolo's urging, she has agreed to merge her shop with the new Awarewolf Shop so she can openly sell them at low prices for the benefit of other werewolves and get more assistance. Many werewolves have already applied for the job in the shop, so she doesn't have to constantly worry about ingredients collections and mass production of potions to meet everyone's needs. Instead, she can focus on upgrading the quality and experimenting with new potions to help her fellow wolves and other Creatures.
The second shop has been a rather cheap shop of trunks from the same area. Even if it's a cheap shop, it sells different types of customary trunks, including compartmentalized ones that were necessary for the new Awarewolf Shop.
As Marvolo was looking around, a familiar tall man with long, black hair and stormy grey eyes caught his eyes. What is the acting Lord Sirius Black doing here? To buy a trunk for his wolf buddy? Or to spy on behalf of his beloved Dumbledore and his precious Order of headless chicken?
Ignoring him, Marvolo approached the counter where a youngish-looking woman with long dark hair and bright amber eyes was sitting and supervising everything with a brilliant smile. When she looked up and saw him, her smile broadened, standing up, bowing deeply, "Lord Slytherin."
"Olivia," Marvolo nodded, "Everything is going well, I hope?"
"Yes, Lord Slytherin, thank you so much. The rush is beyond what I expected it will be, and things are finally looking up for us wolves. And all the thanks goes to you and Him." Olivia smiles, knowing he is the Head of the Department of RCMC and behind the funding for the shop, and a Naga himself. The Dark Lord has appointed the best to look after them - she thinks with a grateful smile and mentally notes to thank The Dark Lord personally when she sees Him next time in the Headquarters.
Oh, she has no idea!
Marvolo smirked, accepting the gratitude and looking around when he noticed Sirius Black approaching him cautiously. He raised an eyebrow and waited as Black came to stand near him.
"Lord Slytherin, what are you doing here? To buy a trunk for a friend?"
Marvolo inwardly rolled his eyes. If it was his attempt to find out if Marvolo is a werewolf or not, he is doing a really bad job. Gryffindors! No regard for proper subtlety!
"Lord Black," Marvolo greeted, "No, I am here to supervise the shop on behalf of Ministry Of Magic and make sure everything is functioning as well and fairly as it was expected."
"You, on Ministry's behalf?" Black's eyebrows shot up, "Why did they send you?"
Is this guy living under the rocks? Does he have no idea what goes on beyond his precious Auror Department?
"As the current Head of RCMC Department, so it falls under my obligations to do so, especially when the shop is RCMC approved and funded, Lord Black." He said slowly as if talking with a particularly difficult child. At his words, Black gaped at him, mouth opening and closing unattractively. To reply with some scathing sarcastic remark was tempting, but Marvolo hold onto the urges. Now is not the time.
"You are the Head of RCMC? Since when? And wait, does that mean, this shop was really your brainchild?" Sirius gaped. Dumbledore had been almost frothing around the mouth ranting how the Ministry has fallen under Lord Voldemort's grasp that they allowed to open and fund a clearly Dark shop in the open daylight, in Diagon Alley. As much as he wanted to agree with him, he had seen the hidden relieved look in Moony's eyes. And he can also see the small innocent cubs and families looking so happy to finally be able to live their life like normal human beings. Do a few savages like Fenrir Greyback and co really matter when so many can find happiness and comfort from it? While he wouldn't say aloud it in Dumbledore's presence, but Sirius doesn't agree with Albus. Those small children are innocent! They didn't kill any wizards, they are the victims themselves! Maybe...with the help, they won't end up like them!
"As a matter of fact, of course, this could be regarded as one of my finest accomplish till this day, Black." Marvolo drawled, smirking sardonically. At least Black doesn't have enough brain cells to know whether he is being sarcastic or not. Even Dumbledore can't do anything about it, not when he has the Head of DMLE and Minister agree with him!
"But, why would you do that?" Sirius Black asked, desperately, his face gives an expression that can be equivalent to internal screaming. He didn't want to doubt Dumbledore and his views of how Marvolo Slytherin is an evil bastard and probably You-Know-Who. He needed to know that he has some bad intention, anything, that could actually back up Dumbledore's claims on him. But so far, nothing seems to add up, the guy's past is solid, remarkably simple for a Slytherin, and almost saint-like, even his present is backing up everything from his past.
"Are you acquainted with what the outer World thinks about Britain?" Marvolo waited to have Black's full attention. At his shake of the head, he started to speak, "They regard this country as backward, mediocre, and absurd that has no respect for Olde Magics and Traditions. At the moment, I am talking only regarding their views on Magical Creatures. It's an atrocity, resulting in nothing great but to create tensions, not just with other magical races but other magical communities as well. The previous law had been straining our already tenuous relationships with multiple countries. Most notable is our closest ally France, a nation with a large population of Veela - both part-Veelas and Creatures, who hold significant power in their Government. Damaging such relationships would cause difficulties with our international trade and revenue. This is why I supported Lord Malfoy's proposal of the new law regarding equality and rights of Part humans." Marvolo spoke, passionately, noticing the crowd that had noticed him talking and the reporter who is also listening to his words with apt consideration, "Also, there are some research has been done to prove that the number of Dark creature attacks on wizards and muggles increased only after restrictions were put in place, and almost 96% of them are out of defense. In the times before such restrictions were put in place, and those we classify as creatures had more rights, there were fewer than five attacks a year. These were usually performed by rogues and outliers, who were often dealt with by their own laws."
Sirius Black nodded as he listened to him talking. He can't help but agree with the sentiment. There were some rustles and the reporter of the Prophet came nearer, "Excuse me, Lord Slytherin, I can't help but notice you spoke of some research regarding creatures attacks. Can you supply evidence on it so I can publish it with my article? I will give the credit where it is due, of course."
Marvolo looked over and smirked, nodding, "Of course, I will owl you all the documents, if you share your name and address." It will be a development to have some new reporters writing about it. He will share more detailed pieces of evidence with Rita, obviously, but if a new writer initiates the topic, no one will challenge her for truthfulness anymore.
Marvolo accepted the business card and thanked him, before turning, dismissing them, and talking with Olivia and her partner-in-business about liabilities or any assistance they might need. Making sure they have everything, Marvolo was ready to leave, return home and owl the documents to the reporter. But as he stepped out of the shop, Sirius Black followed him out as well, looking like a lost puppy. Marvolo sighed. Even his little son does a much better job following him around than Black, an adult does.
"Yes, Black?"
"You were proficient with many Creatures and Part humans in Durmstrang, didn't you?"
Marvolo sighed, "Yes, we had several pupils who were Creatures and many of them were Werewolves and Vampires. They are not as savages as Britain deems them to be, and it makes me wonder that if it was Britain's prejudice against them that made them the monster they are today. Constantly living in horror of being captured, then torture or death or tortured to death is not something that could have kept their innocence, even if they are considered Blessed Ones to every Magical non-Britain. I am not coward to let these Blessed Ones continue to live in such hell."
Black had obviously learned about Creatures being the blessing of Lady Magic, which is why he looked thoughtful at his words. Marvolo smirked, knowing very well Sirius has Grim Inheritance which he kept hidden from everyone, telling them it's his animagi form, thankful for the fact that no one can tell the difference when he transforms into Grim. But anyone with Creature Inheritance can tell it's a big lie, and neither Potters and Dumbledore have it so they never knew. Probably only Lupin knows. And Lupin is a werewolf himself, so they kept each other's secret.
Belonging to the Black family, the darkest and most notorious family of Britain, Sirius had to learn everything about them and while Sirius knew it is wrong to abandon the Magical Creatures and let people kill them, while he is one himself, he never stood up for them. The Potters are one of the Light family that doesn't have any Creature blood and his words could break the friendship between him and James, making him the target of KOS. But hearing from Lord Slytherin that he is being a coward for abandoning them, Sirius realized what a big mistake he had been doing. He is a Gryffindor, he is not a coward! And it took a bloody Slytherin to point it out to him!
Maybe...just maybe his mother is not wrong entirely. But she is wrong to some point, obviously. She had sold his brother Reggie to The Dark Lord. She got him killed!
And you're the one who abandoned him, you let him be killed!
Sirius winced at the exclamation of the traitorous little whispers, attempting to not think about it anymore and desperate for a change of topic. "So, it means your next proposal will be to revoke the KOS order from the Dark Creatures, is that right?"
Marvolo raised an eyebrow, "So what if I do so?" He challenged, amused.
Sirius straightened his shoulder and stood taller, even if he didn't reach the impressive height of Lord Slytherin, he did come closer than he had been, and looked straight into his eyes, "If you do so, you will have the supports of the Black family." He declared, earnestly, his Magic snapping making it a Magical vow so not even Dumbledore's words can guilt trap him into changing it later. It will be a hypocrite to keep supporting the KOS on Creature when he is a Creature himself! No matter what James or Albus thinks about how abomination it is.
Marvolo gave him a long, penetrating look. What Black is playing at? Is he finally going to abandon Dumbledore's morals and finally raise his head up from Dumbledore's prejudice arse enough to start thinking of his own? Though he is not one from denying the support being provided by the acting Lord Black in a silver platter, and he didn't even have to manipulate him or charm him! "I accept. Why were you here, Black? To support the shop or buy a trunk?"
Sirius blushed and looked away, mumbling, "Erm, just wanted to check it out."
Marvolo nodded, hiding a smirk. Obviously, he wanted to buy one for Remus Lupin, but hesitating to buy so. After all, you will have to register your name as a werewolf first to have all the supports. And Marvolo could bet it is Dumbledore who is against registering Remus's name as a werewolf by showing some imaginary concern. After all, if Remus Lupin has a good life of his own, he won't owe Dumbledore anything!
Stupid mutts!
"Well, if you wish, you can of course donate to our cause, as you know I have opened a fund to support the Creatures. You will find the details in either the Prophet, Ministry or in Gringotts."
Sirius Black looked startled at the news, then his face took a determined look as he nodded stiffly, "Thank you." Then he turned on his feet and apparated away. Probably to the Ministry, given the Goblins have issued a Magical Restraint Order against them. Looks like his fund will soon gain more galleons. That's going to help to hire the best of the Ward makers so he can ward and charm the Blood Bank for Vampire and preserve a lot more blood without losing their nutrition value.
Satisfied with the new development, Marvolo apparated and arrived in the Slytherin Manor to retrieve the documents of research, arranging them, ready to owl them to the reporter of Prophet. He had been planning to publish it via Rita, but a better opportunity has represented itself and Marvolo is not for denying it. Maybe he will send the more detailed version to Rita to publish it in follow-up articles? As he was thinking so, his House Elf Davy arrived and waited patiently for him to notice. Noticing the House Elf, Marvolo turned to her, "Yes?"
"Mistress and Little Master be asking for you, Master Lord."
"I see," Marvolo nodded with a frown, coming to a decision, and picked up a few papers from the file, copying them and sealing them in an envelop and pen down a quick letter. "Owl this in this address for me, Davy," he ordered Davy, then arranging the rest of the paper into the file, pocketing them and going towards the Floo to go to Slytherin Castle. His Knights will have to wait longer for his arrival in the Headquarters. He is their Lord, after all. His son and Nagini will always come first.
He quickly stepped out of Floo and checked on the Castle's Ward, before turning on his heels and going towards Library, idly noticing its moring in Hawaii. On reaching, he found his son, sitting on the desk beside the fireplace, scribbling on a parchment with a frown. Nagini was curled up around him. As he reached, they both look up at him with smiles.
"Father," Hadrianus said happily, jumping on his feet running to hug him. He hadn't seen him since last night and missed him very much. But in his hurry to go to his father and having wrapped up in his mum's coils, he was severely uncoordinated and fell over the coils and right onto his face.
Nagini giggled and slithered out of the way, uncoiling herself as her hatchling lay on the ground, groaning and muttering angrily. Marvolo snorted and offered his hand, pulling the little one on his feet. Forgetting the embarrassment momentarily, Hadrianus gleefully latched into his father.
"Now, before you greeted me in such an elegant manner, what did you want?" Marvolo asked, amused watching his son hang awkwardly from his arm.
"I, erm, yeah," Hadrianus said retreating, his face reddening, "Um, I was wondering if you help me with this homework." He went towards his study desk and pulled a mathematics book, showing him a problem. As Marvolo took the book to read it, he noticed from the corner of his eyes, Hadrianus quickly crumbled the parchment he was writing and shoved it aside, before pulling a new parchment and waited patiently.
Marvolo frowned, but dismissed it, his attention going back to the problem. It was a bit advanced level of algebra for regular nine years old. Marvolo briefly wondered if his son has truly well done on his additions, subtractions, multiplications, divisions, problems, numbers, and measures exercises so his mathematics tutor has decided to take it to next level?
Well, he would see it himself.
For the next hour, they lost themselves in the world of mathematics and Marvolo was not that surprised to find his little son is actually a wee little genius in the subject. His grip on the bases is strong and it left Marvolo in a little doubt that why the problem seems to be so difficult for him that he had to ask for Marvolo. Maybe he was not confident with the solution?
As Hadrianus went to retrieve his father's old reference book, the crumbled parchment caught Marvolo's attention and he summoned it, before straightening it and spread it in front of his eyes. His eyebrows rose when he noticed it is the half-solved solution of the same algebra question Hadrianus had asked his help for. If he had already figured it out, then why he was asking for him?
Maybe he figured it out after he asked for him? Or maybe he was not confident enough?
Marvolo frowned, not liking the latter. Maybe even after all the therapy, he is still not confident enough. His son definitely needs some confident booster. But what he can do to help the child?
Marvolo looked up when the child returned with the book and retook his seat. "Are you done with all the homework?"
"Well, Gobfather Sharptooth has assigned me an essay which I've done before I started the maths homework, the new geography teacher and Uncle Severus had only asked me to read a chapter each, I have done it this morning, and I haven't started anything beyond the introductory session with the new history and economics teacher so I don't have any from them yet."
Marvolo nodded, pleased with the news. "Now, it's time for you to start learning a new language: Latin. You're getting good at the practice of wish magic, however, you will also need to learn everything about spell casting and theoretical magic, and later, dueling which I am planning to start the basics when you're ten. And you'll need Latin for it."
Hadrianus nodded, "So, I am going to self-study, or you will appoint another teacher?"
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Hadrianus thought for a second, before coming to a decision, "Let me do by self-study, I will ask you or mum if I have questions. Mum knows Latin too, so it will be fine."
Marvolo turned to look at Nagini who shrugged, ":Turn me into my human form and I will teach Hatchling.:"
"Sure, it's decided then." Marvolo nodded.
"Father?" Hadrianus asked, changing the topic and asking it as soon as he had the chance, "Why does Hogwarts feel like she is exhausted?"
Marvolo's eyebrows flew past his skull, "When did you go to Hogwarts?"
Hadrianus reddened, "Yesterday, a brief visit with Neville."
"I see," Marvolo mused, not liking the news. His son had been so close to Dumbledore and he is getting informed about it now? "And why did you felt the need to visit Hogwarts in my absence?"
"Neville invited to their quarter, and I promised mum I won't step out of their chamber and return home as soon as possible."
Marvolo hummed. While he knows he is being paranoid, but he hardly thinks he is being paranoid enough to survive Dumbledore. Hadrianus babbled more. "When I went, she momentarily connected with my magic, but she felt so weak compared to Mother Castle," Hadrianus confessed, worrying.
Marvolo smiled, well, that explains how the child was able to feel Hogwarts. She must have recognized him as her Heir and connected with him. "She is not 'tired' as you believe, It's just she has been limited to reach her full potential. Though I understand why you think so. When you're properly educated in the wards-lore, you will realize why. The wards need to be fed on Magic to maintain sustenance. The overuse of Light Magic and strict restriction of any kind of Grey or Dark Magic is disrupting her balance. Dumbledore is the reason behind it because I remember her since I was a Hogwarts student. She has been free and lively back then."
"Can't you do something about it?" Hadrianus pleaded.
Marvolo smiled ruefully, "I will, as soon as I have sole possession of her. Dumbledore is truly the worst thing that ever happened to her."
Hadrianus stayed silent for a long moment, clearly thinking and processing the information. "Why are you not kicking him out? Hogwarts belongs to you."
Marvolo laughed, "As much as I would like that, I would rather keep the old man where I can see him, and keep eyes on him."
Hadrianus hummed and rubbed his cheeks on his father's arms thoughtfully, "Father, why does Jim Potter have an 'X' mark on his hand?"
Marvolo looked a bit surprised at that. He had thought his son didn't want to do anything with his ex-twin, then how did he know about the mark? Is the child looking into Prophet? "Well, the general public seems to believe it as the mark of his victory over me."
"Is he a piece of your cake too?" He blurted, making Marvolo blink. He quickly evaluated the link with all his Horcruxes. "No, he isn't."
"Then why did he has a mark?" Hadrianus asked and Marvolo briefly wondered if the child is jealous, but the next confession blew all his musings out of the window, "When our hands touched, his mark even glowed for a moment and gave a spark. But my scar never glowed when you touch it. Is it because of Jim's broken Twin Bond trying to mingle with mine?"
Marvolo immediately straightened, his eyes narrowing at the new information. "You met him." He easily deduced. Probably during his brief visit to Hogwarts. But he promised that he didn't step out of the quarter of the Head of Gryffindor House, unless, Jim Potter was present in the same quarter during the period of visit and they had been introduced for their hands to meet - probably by Longbottom. This means he probably met Minnie too, given she is his current guardian. "Did you say his mark glowed and gave a spark when your hands touched?" Marvolo frowned. This is certainly a piece of puzzling news. Broken Twin Bonds marked him? He hardly thinks so. Lestrange twins don't have anything like that! Marvolo had been monitoring them more closely ever since he knew his son had a twin.
Marvolo briefly reviewed the memory of the Samhein night of 1981. He can recall himself focusing on Harry Potter - he knew that from the name imprinted on his crib. Jim Potter's crib was across the room, a little far away from his twin. He was no way near 'Harry' to receive the mark over his wrist - it wasn't a scar - according to Hadrianus. A mark. Maybe a birthmark, or something like that. To be honest, he was a bit busy to look properly at Jim Potter and find out if he had a birthmark or something like that. Maybe a trick of Dumbledore to symbolize Jim Potter as the Boy-Who-Lived? Did Dumbledore know that Harry Potter was the true Boy-Who-Lived? Did he deliberately condemned him to death and marked Jim Potter as Boy-Who-Lived? But if he did, why he would choose the 'X' mark, the Gebo rune of sacrifice and exchange? He would choose something heroic. Like the symbol of love and victory or something like that.
No, Dumbledore doesn't know about him. While it does sound like something that he would do to keep the child savior malleable and weak by putting him with some abusive family, he wouldn't mark Jim with a Gebo rune of sacrifice and exchange to advertise the world of his deeds. It must be a birthmark. The Fate's mark.
That would explain why it would react to Hadrianus's touch.
Because he can clearly recall the night where he had his focus being on 'Harry Potter', the elder Potter twin, not Jim.
"So, what else happened during the brief visit to Hogwarts?" A blushing and stuttering Hadrinaus told Marvolo that whatever happened, he is not going to like it. "My disaster child," Marvolo sighed, rubbing his temple, exasperated, "Can you not spend a day without causing chaos around you?"
Hadrianus only spluttered more in reply.