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Some of the order could not believe what was happening, one minute they were planning to intercept a raid from the dark lord, and the next they were sitting in the home of the Hadrian Mikaelson. To the potters, this was a dream come true, they had finally found their missing son and brother. As Hadrian stepped away from Lily he waved his hand around the room and before their eyes the room was being fixed to how it was before, this only reemphasized the point of just how powerful Hadrian was, to the rest of them, maybe aside from Albus, this single piece of magic would have taken enormous concentration and left them feeling tired, yet Hadrian had simply waved his hand, and completed the repair in a matter of seconds.

Once the room had been repaired Hadrian sat on one of the leather-bound chairs in front of the Fireplace, realising there was not enough space for the order he quickly conjured more seats to allow them all to sit. The Potters and Albus were quick to take a seat as close to Hadrian as possible, but some of the Order were still wary and placed the children in between themselves. "This is a long story, and it may be better if you all had a drink to relax," Hadrian said with a small chuckle seeing how nervous these mortals were. A quick round of nods from the Order and the small house elf came around and took orders.

Once the Order had their Drinks, Albus quietly thanked the house-elf and was returned with a full smile in return. Placing his Tea down on the table, he thought it best if he took over "Hadrian, while it is truly lovely to see you again, whole and healthy, how did this happen to you, you should only be 16 Years old, and yet here you are, over 1,000" Before Hadrian could answer he was interrupted "Hadrian please, I have to know, why did you leave" Lily said with a slight tremor in her voice, even with the comfort of James and Elizabeth on either side of her on the sofa, the look Hadrian sent her filled her with Chills. "Are you sure you wish to know", "I have to know" Lily said determined to know the full story and truth.

With a small glare and a voice so cold, it felt as though dementors were present he said, "I left because I hated you, Lily, I hated you, James and Elizabeth" At the declaration Lily blanched and nearly fell off of the sofa. Seeing the state his wife was in James quickly wrapped an arm around her, looking over at his son James said, "You don't mean that, you can't mean that" He didn't want to believe it, he knew they had ignored Hadrian while he was going up, they had let the fame go to their heads, but even now he could not believe what he was hearing. James knew he must have said something that pushed one of Hadrian's buttons, forgetting that as a Vampire their emotions were heightened, as Hadrian suddenly grew still, a small growl escaped his throat, and veins grew under his eyes as his fangs elongated. As Hadrian battled to get his anger under control, he finally replied "Why, are you truly so blind James, in that house I was never loved, never treated with kindness. To the three of you I never truly existed, just another being in a large empty house." As Hadrian finally calmed down, he looked over to Albus "this is how it happened".

Flashback.

July 31st, 1988

The day Hadrian Left

He was sick of it, the barely passing glances, the harsh words, and just simply being ignored. Forgotten. Ever since that night, Hadrian's life had turned for the worst, as soon as the word "Girl Who Lived" was uttered his life changed, his father never tried to make him laugh anymore, and his sister would prance around and tell him he was nothing but an unwanted burden and how grateful he should feel being the brother to the all-powerful Girl Who Lived. The worst was his mother, the woman he loved most in the world, she simply forgot about him. The house-elves were now the only source of comfort to him. Hadrian was 9 years old this very day, and yet there would be no party, no presents, no cake. He was as always forgotten, only the elves had given him a gift, looking over at his small bookshelf with the new books the elves had delivered "The Prose Edda" and "The Poetic Edda". The elves always bought him the kindest gifts, knowing how much he loved to read, and thanks to the elves bringing him books he was able to learn more of the world, from magic techniques of old to ancient and modern languages, he now knew how to speak English, French, and German, and due to his love of mythology, he could speak ancient Greek and Old Norse.

As he looked at his bookshelf, he couldn't help but survey his small room. He had purposefully chosen it as it was the closest to the Potter manor Library, his only solace in the empty house. From an early age he knew he was different, even with all of the magic around him he still knew he was different from the others, even those with magic, his magic always seemed stronger. He remembered the first time he had connected to his magical core, he wanted a source of light so he could continue reading the old story book his mother would read to him, he concentrated as hard as he could, and suddenly, a ball of light was in his hand. That was the start of the journey for the last few years, learning more and more magic, he devoured all the books in potter manor he could find.

He started with small pieces of magic such as creating more lights and levitation charms, but over the year this would soon escalate to more advanced pieces of magic. After 4 years he was confident he knew more magic than most own students would and all of this he could do without the use of a wand. He was quickly shaken out of his daydreaming by the sounds of joyous and ruckus laughter from outside, quickly conjuring a small stool he was able to look out of his bedroom window, the site he witnessed was the final straw.

He saw his father and mother along with his uncles Remus and Sirius with small perfect Elizabeth, from his place at the windows he could see she was getting yet another gift, as she tore opening the wrapping paper he could see a new and expensive racing broom, once again he thought how Elizabeth would get everything, and even on his birthday she would receive gifts and he would be forgotten.

"No more" was all Hadrian said, as he tore his body away from the windowsill and ventured into the vast library, grabbing every tomb he could think of, from Hexes and cursers, ancient runes to obscure magics. He could not stand being here any longer, whilst he always held out hope that one day his parents would see him again, it was now he realized they never would, Elizabeth would always come first, and he would just be there, in the background.

Running back into his room, his arms full of books he quickly grabbed an old rucksack, one of the few gifts he had ever received in his life, and even this was from the house elves, he quickly shoved all the books inside. He would leave tonight he thought. That thought alone excited him, he would no longer be forgotten, he would be on his own, and he could find a new life and a new family.

Soon it was midnight, and Hadrian decided now was good a time as any, as he prepared himself for his new adventure, he realized that he would likely never see the house-elves again and so he grabbed some parchment, ink, and a quill and penned a small note to them

"Dear Twink, Butters, and Bell.

I will miss you all dearly, thank you for being more of a family to me these last few years than the Potters ever were. You took care of me, cleaned me and you all taught me so much, not only how to read and write, but you taught me to be strong and to strive to be the best. Thank you for all the time you spent with me and for teaching me so much about the magic of the world.

I will miss you all dearly.

Love From

Hadrian"

After writing the note he knew it was finally time to leave, with a look of concentration his bedroom window opened, and swift a swift run and jump he was soon outside potter manor. As he made his way to the edge of the ward line and to the forest surrounding Potter manor, he could not help but feel excitement, he would finally be free, and the possibilities were endless. After passing through the wards, he looked back at Potter Manor, "This was never home" he said, and even though deep down he would miss his family, he realized he would never be loved back, so with a quick turn he walked away from the Manor and never looked back.

As he left the Manor there was one thing Hadrian never thought of, the Ancient Family magic of the potters, whilst some would argue magic was simply a tool, in reality, it was a semi-sentient force, and for a being like Hadrian, who had experienced and used his magic from such a young age, he was much more in tune with it. This connection worked both ways, as Hadrian declared this was never his home, and his desire to leave the Potter family, his Magic acted. Hadrian's magic decided that if Hadrian wished too would be rid of the Potters, it would need to remove the portion of the Potter magic within himself. It quickly found the potter family magic that came with being a potter and sought to remove it from itself. The Potter family magic soon realized what was happening and tried to fight back, but under the onslaught of Hadrian's magic and his own feelings toward the potter family, it never stood a chance, and as it was finally removed, another piece of Magic filled in to take its place, an older Family, a family of greater strength, the Peverell's

As Hadrian was walking outside of the wards, all he could feel was excitement at the prospect of having a new start. With steely determination, he closed his eyes and remembered what the elves had said about teleportation. With his eyes closed, he focused on his magic and his desire, his desire and need to leave and go someplace new, and with a small pop Hadrian was gone, and would not be seen again by the potters for over 1,000 Years