The next morning, Hadrian was a bit cranky due to having to waking up in the daytime.

He made his way to the Great Hall to see his Slytherin classmates enjoying breakfast. They were talking and enjoying each other's company, that was until Hadrian arrived. It went silent as they stared at the Vampire King. Dread filled their bodies at seeing the first year that proclaimed himself as Dracula and threaten Marcus Flint.

They all learned three important lesson:

Do not call him Harry Potter.

Do not antagonize him.

Fall in line or face his wrath.

Hadrian sat down next to Malfoy and in front of Daphne. No words were spoken, which was how Hadrian preferred it. At least until he's been properly fed.

He pulled out a flask from his coat and twisted the cap off before taking a swig. He sighed in pleasure before closing the flask and putting it away.

Severus Snape walked to the Slytherin table and passed out time tables to his students. His eyes lingered on Hadrian and the flask he saw "Mr. Tepes, I must ask you not to drink any alcohol in the morning."

Hadrian chuckled "You must be mistaken, Professor. This isn't alcohol. This is pure virgin blood. If you wish for me to remain in a good mood, I suggest you let me do what I need to keep myself calm." This wasn't a threat. This was a necessity to let him drink and smoke.

Very few people could unsettle Snape. Hadrian was one of them. Despite him being the son of James Potter, to which he hated, he didn't see any resemblance. He saw an 11 year old vampire related to the most famous and most dangerous vampire in history. Dracula. Snape did not wish to see Hadrian at his worse.

Professor Snape pursed his lips before asking "Very well, may I ask that you do not smoke during class? In between classes is acceptable." Hadrian nodded. Snape seemed to scan the vampire before he began walking away from Hadrian, continuing to pass out the time tables. Malory looked at Hadrian and asked "Was that really virgin blood?"

Hadrian merely glanced at him "Yes. Though, I only drink a small bit to keep myself quenched."

Malfoy nodded and complied.

Before they knew it, classes had begun.

Hadrian watched on as the cat on the desk in Transfiguration class gazed at the students. Malfoy sat next to him as he wrote down the necessary notes and materials. Then the doors opened to show Ron Weasley rushing in with Seamus Finnigan beside him.

"We... Made it." Ron said while out of breath. "Can you imagine McGonagall's face if we were late?"

The cat on the desk pounced off before shifting back into Professor McGonagall walking towards the two with a stern look. Ron and Seamus was shocked "That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed to which the Professor smiled a bit "Well thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be useful if I were to transfigured Mr. Finnigan or yourself into a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time."

Seamus' ears turned red as he replied with his Irish accent "We got lost, Professor." She then suggested "Then perhaps a map? I assume you don't need one to find your seats."

Hermione herself rolled her eyes at the two while Hadrian merely smirked in amusement. Draco pursed his lips to stifle a laugh.

Professor McGonagall walked back to her desk and pulled her wand out from her robes. "Now, I assume has written down the necessary notes, but we'll keep it up for those who have not finished. However, for the rest of you, I'll be evaluating how well you perform your very first transfiguration spell."

She waved her wand and conjured two matches at each desk. "Your assignment for today is to transfigure the match into a needle."

For the next five minutes, the students concentrated on turning their matches into needles. Though there was very little luck.

Hadrian simply stared at his match with his hands together against his chin. The professor looked at Hadrian with a raised eyebrow "Mister Tepes, I do wish you attempt the assignment."

Hadrian simply smirked before pulling his wand out from his coat. His wand was of a haunted black wood with the core of a Vampire's Fang and a piece of a Thestral's skin.

He simply swished his wand before tapping the matchstick. The stick turned into a golden needle which shocked McGonogall at how advance he transfigured it. Instead of a normal metal needle, it was a pure golden needle. She walked up to his desk and grabbed it to inspect it. She looked at Hadrian to see a triumphant smirk on his face. She simply said "15 points to Slytherin." before walking back to her desk with the golden needle in hand.

Draco looked at him with shock. Hermione also watched with amazement before her face turned into jealousy due to being outclassed by him.

Next, in Charms, Professor Flitwick, the half-goblin Charms teacher and Head of Ravenclaw stood on a stack of books as he lectured.

"Charms is the most basic of magic you will learn throughout this year. It will get increasingly get harder throughout your stay at Hogwarts. Before we begin to use magic, we will be practicing our wrist movement. Contrary to popular belief, simply waving your wand around will not suffice. It requires delicate movement, proper pronunciation of the spell, and concentration."

Hadrian could not bother himself to listen to anymore drivel. He's already learned all he could about the simplest of spells and the wand movement behind them. He simply watched as everyone else read the book instructions on wand movement and attempted it.

Double Potions was an interesting conundrum. Slytherin and Gryffindor students were sorted in the class room with cauldrons and boiling liquids. Shelves filled with potions and ingredients stood at the ends of the room. Hadrian and Draco sat a desk with Daphne next to Hadrian and Pansy Parkinson as her partner.

The door opened to reveal Severus Snape with his black cloak flapping behind him as he strutted up to his desk before beginning a roll call. He paused at Hadrian's name before calling out his name. Like usual, it brought a bit of whispers about the Boy-Who-Lived.

After the roll call, Professor Snape spoke with a stern yet whispering voice that seemed to capture the class as they listened to him.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle and magical properties in Potion-Making. To understand the shimmering and boiling liquids in a burning cauldron. To feel the power flow through your veins after drinking the potion you intend to make. If you have the slightest care about learning, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach your how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

The class hung onto his words in silence before Snape snapped his head to Weasley "Weasley!" to which he jumped in his seat. "Tell me what would I get if I added a powdered root of Asphodel and an infusion of Wormwood?"

Following that question, Hermione shot her hand up, eager to answer and please a teacher. Ronald blushed in embarrassment and meakly said "I don't know sir."

Snape scowled "Then let's try again, Mr. Weasley. Where would you go if I told you to find a Bezoar?"

Hermione somehow raised her hand even higher without leaving her seat which made several of the students watch in amusement. Hadrian whispered "I'd be disappointed if she didn't rip her arm off to raise it even higher." Draco put his hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Daphne snorted in amusement.

Ronald once again said in embarrassment "I don't know."

Snape closed his eyes and released a breath through his nose, as if he was already sick and done with this class.

He asked "And what, pray tell Weasley, is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

Instead of the usual answer he gave, Weasley said with cheek "Clearly Hermione knows. It'd be a shame not to ask her."

Hadrian rolled his eyes as he shook his head at the foolish attitude.

Snape looked at Ron with hatred behind his dark eyes, before quickly saying to Hermione "Put your hand down, silly girl." Snape then snapped his head directly at Hadrian "Hadrian! Same question!"

Hadrian smirked as he immediately answered "Why, dear Professor, a powdered root of Asphodel and an infusion of Wormwood would give you a sleeping potion so powerful, it would make the drinker look dead. It is known as the Draught of Living Death."

"As for a Bezoar? It is found in the stomach of a goat and can even cure most poisons and illnesses."

"And finally, that is a trick question as they're the same ingredient and even go by the name of Aconite."

If he was surprised, Snape didn't see it. His hate filled eyes seemed to lessen as he stared in amusement and acceptance. He said "25 points to Slytherin for the correct answers and the extra detail behind the answers. And Gryffindor... Note that 5 points will be taken from Gryffindor for your classmate's cheek."

The class had different reactions. The students in Gryffindor groaned are the loss of points while Slytherin smirked and silently cheered for their unofficial King of Slytherin.

Snape stared at the students "Well... Why aren't you all copying this down?"

Everyone began copying the answers in their notes.

Defense of the Dark Arts was, in Hadrian's opinion, even more boring than Charms. It didn't help that Professor Quirrel was a stuttering buffoon and reeked of garlic which made Hadrian nearly puke.

The story of Quirrel being attacked by a vampire in Albania was a complete lie due to his increased heart rate.

The turban was also a lie. A story of him killing a zombie in Africa to which the Prince awarded him the turban as a token of gratitude.

So far, Defense of the Dark Arts was utterly disappointing and Hadrian wasn't sure if he could last in that class for long.

Before long, the week had ended and Dumbledore was having their weekly staff meeting.

The teachers were huddled around a round table discussing the various students or performances they've done.

Headmaster Dumbledore then got to the big question. "How is Hadrian Tepes in your classes?"

Professor McGonogall immediately answered with hidden excitement "He's a prodigy! On the first assignment, the students had to transfigure a match into a needle. At first, I thought he was uninterested and was attempting to be lazy, but he quickly turned his match into the needle. But not just any needle, but a golden needle!"

Everyone was amazed "A golden needle?" Flitwick asked for clarification to which Professor McGonagall pulled out the golden needle. "Pure refined gold."

Dumbledore was impressed. He turned to Snape "As the head of Slytherin, how is he?"

Severus sat up straighter "I too concede Professor Mcgonogall's sentiment. He is turning to be exceptional at potions. With several of my other students trailing behind him. Miss Granger does too have an infinity for potions. He has given help to those who ask, though he is mostly quiet but holds a sense of confidence."

Professor Flitwick spoke "I would share those words, but it does seem like he holds no interest in Charms. However, I see in his eyes that he has read the necessary notes required and is simply waiting for us to get into the proper spell making."

Dumbledore nodded and asked "How about outside of class? How does he fare with his classmates?"

Snape answered "He seems to have grown a friendship with Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Greengrass. There was a stir in the first night when they entered the common room. It seems Mr. Flint decided to mock the idea of Harry Potter in Slytherin, the very house that the Dark Lord was in."

The air grew uncomfortable and cold as Dumbledore asked "And I take it, he did not appreciate being called Harry Potter?"

The Head of Slytherin shook his head "He did threaten Mr. Flint with his pet but that was all. He left them with a bit of fear and it seems they are... Looking at Mr. Tepes as the... King of Slytherin, as I've overheard several students say."

Professor McGonogall said with a shaky breath "That is disturbing."

Dumbledore nodded grimly and spoke "His smoking is also a bit disturbing. He is 11 years old and is smoking. He is at risk of acquiring lung cancer."

Professor Quirrel stuttered "Th-that is... N-n-not true, Pro-pro-professor. V-vampires are t-t-technically undead cr-creatures. Th-therefor, their b-bodies d-don't f-f-function like a n-normal human b-beings. If... The same c-can be s-said for M-mister T-tepes, t-then he is in n-no real d-danger."

Dumbledore pursed his lips "Then what is to be done? Do we simply allow him to continue smoking?"

Professor Snape noted "I did request he only smoke outside of class, so I believe he will follow those rules."

Dumbledore sighed "Very well. We will leave him alone. As he has not given us any reason to suspect him, though I would like to request that you keep an eye on him, Severus."

The Potion Master nodded "Yes, Headmaster."

Dumbledore spoke "If that is all, then i believe we shall adjourn this meeting."