Location: Midgard, United States of America, New York, Long Island Sound, Half-Blood Hill, 3.141 Farm Road, Camp Halfblood.

Date: Saturday, November 2end, 2000

Time: 9:43 am

POV: Hadrian Freyr Peverell

Back during what he's taken to referring to as his first life, 'Harry Potter' was six years old when he found out just why he was different. He was locked outside during a raging blizzard with nothing but Dudley's ratty T-shirt, oversized boxers and an old belt to protect him. As soon as the door was locked behind a drunken Vernon Dursley ordering him to 'de-weed the overgrown garden' he had noticed it. His pale olive skin had turned a deep royal blue. Thankfully his Uncle Vernon didn't notice his unusual skin color.

Now, despite growing up in a coat cupboard and being willfully neglected by his would-be caretakers he was reasonably intelligent for a six-year-old. He knew human skin isn't meant to turn blue. He also realized this wasn't a sign of frostbite but rather something that likely meant he wasn't fully human if he was at all. Even being reborn and living his life all over again hasn't erased the clarity of that realization and the subsequent panic that followed.

In his first life, he had instinctively hidden his blue skin under heavy and intricate glamors as well as his hidden metamorphmagus abilities. Sill yet, the ridges along his skin always came out when he was cold or used exceptionally powerful magic. Thankfully said ridges blended in with his many scars. Despite being acutely aware of his seemingly permanent frigid blue skin and being careful to cast warming charms before touching anyone or anything he wasn't sure how he was doing it.

After entering the so-called 'Wizarding World' he learned what he had been doing was called magic. He was hopeful there for a while that there were others like him out there. After his parseltongue slip he realized if there were any others like him they were likely hidden or outcasts in the one place they should be able to call home. Looking around himself now he's fairly certain that he will never have to endure such abuse again. Hadrian, who is once again a toddler, watches his surroundings curiously.

To one side of his new nursery, the women he recognizes as his Grandmama Addams and Aunt Tish are discussing his new living arrangements and designing a gothic-themed nursery for him. From what he's gathered from their discussion he'll be living mainly at the Addams estate while splitting his summers between some type of demigod training camps. Across the room is Uncle Gomez Addams and who he's gathered to be his Aunt Rosemary and Uncle Itt. They're discussing his necessary training as a demigod with the legendary centaur Chiron.

He's not sure what he's more surprised by. His Uncle Itt who is seemingly composed entirely of hair, Aunt Rosemary who as it turns out is The Black Widow, or that apparently Chiron, a centaur, will be one of his camp counselors and trainers. At least now he knows why Aunt Petunia never talked much of his Aunt Rose or Uncle Itt. It also seems as though the Addams family isn't as muggle as Aunt Petunia would like to pretend.