Chapter 3

Orion sat down next to his friends in the Dark section of the Wizengamot, ready to start the session from the day. His friends around him invited him into the conversation and congratulations on his new status as a widow. They all knew he hated his former wife, Walburga, and were all too happy to finally bid her 'adieu'.

He smiled slightly, remembering how exactly she died. She had been trying to poison him, but he had switched the cups so she drank the wrong cup. She had admitted to it, snarling at him while coughing that he was suppose to die, right before she died, taking the blame off him.

What? Did people really expect him to be even remotely happy with her, or care for her more than one would care about a roach? He had been forced into the marriage by his grandfather, who was still Lord Black at the time. He was homophobic and had somehow come upon the knowledge that his grandson and heir, was bisexual with a preference to males. He had then taken it upon himself to find him a suitable wife, and had come up with his cousin. She was a horrible hag and he wished nothing more then for her to be pulled into the deepest pits of hell for torturing and scarring his children, mentally and physically.

Sirius still hadn't responded to any of the letters he had sent after Walburga's death. And considering that his owl came back every time with nothing, he assumed they had been burnt or at least unread. Regulus had said that every time he had tried to approach Sirius at school, he had gotten hexed badly by Sirius' friends. He was now stay with James Potter at Potter Manor because he refused to come home.

He sighed slightly and wish that he could rebuild his relationship with his oldest.

"Orion, do you know who that is, walking in?" asked his friend Lord Rufus Lestrange, nodding his head towards the door.

Orion looked up to see a man walking with a steady pace toward the speaker's platform. He was younger than Orion, perhaps in his mid-twenties. His skin was flawless, and while he was obviously male, the soft features of his face and the creamy skin gave a certain feminine appearance. He was dressed in a prominent and handsome combination of silk, leather and what seemed to be dragonskin. The pants in a dark black that made his skin stand out even more and his boots looked to be dragonskin. The silk robe was an light green with evergreen tracery that was obviously expensive. He possessed black hair that looked streaked with red highlights that was moderately wavy and bound back by a thin silver ribbon. He could see from where he was sitting the pale jade green eyes that glowed slightly and seem to be filled with power.

His friend Lord Axabras Lucien Malfoy drew away from the lithe figure making his way across the floor, but not taking his eyes off the man "My wife told me that he went to Gringotts about two weeks ago. He looked like a new, young lord and rumors start flying."

Orion nodded and focused back on the man. The man stepped up on the platform and said "Chief Warlock, I wish to claim my seats."

Minister Riddle, the Chief Warlock, who was almost 50, but still looking like his was in his mid-thirties, nodded and said "Place a drop of blood on the stone, the magicks of the stone will take care of the rest."

Orion watched as the lithe man walked forward cut him palm with what looked like wandless magic. The blood dropped and the stone glowed golden. A distinctly man voice echoed through to room and said "The Wizengamot recognizes Lord Hadrian Carlin Peverell, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell."

A shocked silence went through the room before the whispers flurried through the room, reporters writing furiously in their notebooks.

Everyone knew that there had been some talk over the seat of House Peverell, because it had been believed that the family had been extinct for decades. Some wish to just get rid of it or give it to people who had won an Order of Merlin, First Class so they could vote as well. Others wanted another family to be awarded the the seat and giving the title of Ancient and Most Noble House. Loads of people had wanted to give the Dumbledore family this seat as the seat they had now was the lowest position of the House of Lords, other wanted to give it to the Potter family, as it was well known knowledge to people that the Potters were a direct from the Peverell family.

But now this new lord came swooping in to claim the seat back for the Peverell family.

Lord Peverell walked up the stands, stopped for a moment and looked at the divisions between Light, Neutral and Dark. He smirked and walked confidently over to the Dark section, walked up the stairs and sat down next to Orion gracefully.

Now the Wizengamot was practically gaping. This new Peverell was Dark?! The Peverell family had been light for centuries, with a few neutrals in between, but never Dark.

Minister Riddle recovered first, straightening out his features and saying in a commanding voice "I call to order session of the Wizengamot. Seal the doors!" The aurors at the door of the Wizengamot chamber closed the doors and sealed after they walk out.

Orion looked around the room, looking at all of the stunned faces, eventually looking towards Dumbledore, who was look especially peeved. What has made Dumbledore so irritated at Lord Peverell that he's actually dropping his crazy, old grandfather mask? Orion thought to himself.

Orion looked over at the wizard seated next to him who was still looking elegant and enchanting, and allowed himself a small devious smile. This, he thought, will be interesting.

Hadrian woke up to a tapping on the window. He groaned quietly and got up and went to his window, the source of the constant tapping. He opened the window and brown nondescript owl flew into the room and landed on the chair. The owl held its leg out, letter attached to its leg. The letter with the Hogwarts board of Governors emblem on it.

Applications for teachers positions were now going to the board of Governors because Dumbledore had apparently hired too many incompetent fool and fakes, even though the curse upon the DADA position had never been cast. Hadrian agreed this was a good solution so the parents would be able to know if the teachers at Hogwarts were incompetent.

Hadrian grabbed the letter, opened it and read. He was grinning victoriously by the time he finished the letter.

He was now the new Hogwarts DADA Professor.

He walked to his office, filled with books and journals that he had filled to the brim with notes and little knickknacks he he bought from all around the world.

He pulled out the lesson plans that he had formed ahead of time from the drawer. He folded them up, put them in a letter and sent them to Minerva, as the letter had instructed.

It was time Hogwarts had a good Defense teacher.

THE PEVERELL FAMILY ALIVE! LORD HADRIAN PEVERELL CLAIMS HIS SEAT ON THE WIZENGAMOT!

At the last Wizengamot meeting everyone received quite a shock when a good-looking young man in his mid-twenties showed up and said he wanted to claim a Wizengamot seat.

Everyone was incredibly shocked to find that Peverell family lived on, the young Lord Peverell is the only one of the family left.

There has been talk the last couple of years that they would give away the seat because everyone believe that the House of Peverell was extinct. Dumbledore looked incredibly peeved at Lord Peverell, shooting him glares all throughout the Wizengamot meeting.

Is this because there were rumors going around about the Dumbledore family being handed the seat? Or do they know each other?

Unfortunately Lord Peverell is unavailable for comment but was will get back to you readers as soon as we can!

More about the Peverell family….. pg 4

More about the Wizengamot meeting….. pg 2

More about the Dumbledore family….. pg 7

Hadrian was sitting up at the teachers table watching the student pour into the hall from the train.

It had been an entertaining and tiring couple of weeks for him. Entertaining because people were still freaking out about the Peverell family being alive. Tiring because he had been searching through defense textbooks for weeks and had yet to find a suitable text for the younger years to learn from. The older years were easy because he picked out books that he liked and thought were useful. But he had never really learned from books when he was younger. All the books that he found that might be suitable, tended to have wrong facts in them. It was incredibly frustrating, so in the end he decide to do a lot of theory work taught from him, and practical work in class for the first couple years. Then start to ramp up the essays and such for the older years. It was probably for the best, as older years tended to have better grammar, handwriting with a quill and spelling then younger years.

He watched as the Marauders enter the hall, Sirius Black running away from what looked like James Potter with his skin colored in red strips and Remus and Peter trailing behind them walking and shaking their heads in exasperation. Lily Evans entered after them, rolling her eyes at their antics then turning to her friend who looked to be Severus Snape.

He watched Severus Snape separate from Lily to go to the Slytherin table. He cast a wistful look at her retreating back, shook his head slightly and made his way over to the Slytherin table and plop down moodily next to his friends.

He saw dozens of other faces he remembered and tons of other that he didn't, probably because they weren't born in his universe. As he looked the Great Hall as a total, the school had a much bigger population then it did in his universe. Probably because there was not war here and no one dying left right and center.

The first years were brought in and sorted by a much younger looking Mcgonagall. After the last one was sorted Dumbledore stood up to say "Tuck in."

As soon as he said that, the tables filled with enough food to make to long wooden tables that stretched across the hall, groan under the weight. So, the students tucked in.

After desert was eaten and some people complained about having eaten too much, Dumbledore stood again in all of his 'magnificence' to give a speech. "Now that we are all watered and fed-" Hadrian with held a snort, he makes them sound like plants. "-I have a few beginning of term notices to tell you. First years should note that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden for all students. A couple of our older students need a reminder of that as well." he said, glancing at the Gryffindor table. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, to remind you, that there is no magic used in the corridors between classes. Quidditch trials will be held at the beginning of term, talk to your captains or madam Hooch, if you want to find out the time for Quidditch tryouts."

"We also have a new DADA professor, this-" Dumbledore waving to him. Hadrian took this as a time to stand up. "-is Professor Peverell."

The reaction was immediate, whispers flew across the hall, astonished that they would have the newly named Lord Peverell as one of their teachers.

Hadrian bowed to the school and sat back down. He groaned slightly when he saw the look the Marauders threw him. It was look of mischief and the pranking spirit. He should know the look well, he made the same expression.

Dumbledore soon ended his speech and everyone started to go to their common rooms to sleep.

At breakfast in the morning Hadrian felt as if it had a potion in it, he noticed at it was fixed with brand of pink hair changing dye. He didn't want them to know that he knew about the prank so he flicked his fingers, and with a bit of wandless magic, at did a switching spell. The potion was now in the Mauraders cup, and when they would drink it, what would have happened to him would happen to them.

Hadrian watched, very amused as the prank backfired on them. James and Sirius looked laughed looking at each other. Remus had a shocked look on his face and Peter started to dramatically react, fake crying, and wailing that they didn't make an antidote.

He smiled serenely at the students gaping at him, it was a good way to start the day.

The week had been good for Hadrian. The students had been good and caught on it his unbiased view very quickly. Their education DADA was horrible with gaping holes in their knowledge about numerous things, but a lot of people were happy with his teaching style and learned good from it.

It was now Friday and his last class had came and went. He was relaxing by the fireplace in his office, curled up on his fluffy green armchair that he had brought with him from his house, reading a book.

He started to hear tapping at the window. He looked up to see an sleek grey owl with a letter wishing to get in. He waved his hand and unlocked the window with wandless magic, unwilling to get up from his comfy chair.

He grabbed the letter from the owl and petted it briefly, cooing at it. "Your so beautiful…" he murmured to the owl. The owl put on a proud face and puffed out his chest. Hadrian chuckled softly.

He opened the letter and started to read it.

Dear Lord Hadrian Peverell, of House Peverell,

My associates and I were most surprised to see the Peverell Wizengamot seat sat in once again. We were overjoyed that the House of Peverell is aligned with the Dark, as it has not been since the times of the famous three Peverell brothers.

We would be delighted if you attend a dinner with us at The Arch this Saturday at 7 pm.

May Lady Hecate bless you,

Lord Orion Black, of House Black

Hadrian knew that he had caught the attention of several lords but he was not expecting an dinner invitation. He stared down at the letter and smiled after a second. He would go.

Notes:

Peter is going to be good in the fanfic! The story is a year before the Marauders found out about he insecurities and reassured him that he was always going to be their friend and that cemented that friendship between the four boys.

Thank you guys all for reading!