Prologue
(Play Gaunter O'Dimm Theme song)
The sound of whistling echoed through the dark and empty street of Privet Drive. In the centre of the road a figure made their way through the street, heading towards one of the many identical houses that were lined up across the street.
As the figure walked towards the house, it passed the mailbox with a golden 4 on the front.
Finally reaching the front door, the figure raised its hand with both thumb and middle finger pressed together.
SNAP
The trees that swayed back and forth, the birds that flapped through the sky, all froze.
A chuckle escaped the figure as it placed its hand on the door handle, twisting the handle and pushed forward.
Click
The door unlocked and it was opened.
The figure was now inside the home of Number 4 Privet Drive with the world frozen in time. Except for one other person besides this figure.
-Break-
Hadrian Potter age 5, son of Lily and James Potter and nephew to Vernon and Petunia Dursley, found himself shaking with fear. Some random person had just opened the front door to the house and entered the home, whistling a tune as they wiped their feet on the doormat.
Slowly moving further into the home of the Dursleys, the figure passed by the cupboard, entering the kitchen/living room and flicked on the lightswitch, lighting up the kitchen and hallway.
Hadrian felt his heart race, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as his mind thought of what could happen should the individual find him, all getting progressively worse the longer he tried hiding under his cover.
Click
(Stop playing Gaunter O'Dimm Theme song)
Hadrian felt his heart drop as the lock to his cupboard unlocked and the door opened, causing a bright light to shine in Hadrian's eyes, temporarily blinding the young bespectacled boy.
As Hadrian's vision returned he found himself, face to face with a warm smile belonging to a bald man wearing a brown tunic with blue pants, a satchel hanging by his side.
"Hello there my young friend. Are you hungry?" The man asks warmly, his eyes full of care and warmth.
The fear that Hadrian felt washed away as he found himself no longer afraid of the person before him.
Hadrian frowned slightly as he heard the man's offer.
"I can't. The Dursleys won't let me" Hadrian answered softly.
The man's smile faded slightly and unseen by the young raven haired boy, the man's eyes turned pitch black, rage burning inside.
As quick as the rage came, so too did it vanish just as quickly.
A smile once more replacing the rage, the man held out his hand for Hadrian to grab.
"Do not worry, the Dursleys won't know. It will be our little secret" The man says, winking at the raven haired boy.
Hadrian giggled slightly and reached out, grabbing the man's hand.
Softly pulling the young boy out of the cupboard, the man guided Hadrian towards the kitchen and placed him at the dining table.
Hadrian shifted slightly, fearful at the thought of his relatives coming in to see him sitting at the dining table, something that they would never allow.
"Would you like something to eat? I am not the best cook in the world but I know my stuff" The man offered.
Looking down, Hadrian shyly nodded his head.
The man chuckled and made his way into the kitchen.
"I hope you like scrambled eggs, that's something that I can make pretty well" The man states as he begins to cook.
-Break-
Hadrian smiled as he bit into his eggs, making a sound of contentment as he ate the food given to him by this stranger.
"I see that you like it" Hadrian looked up to see the man smiling at him
The young raven haired boy nodded with a smile
"That is good to hear" the man says happily.
After a few minutes of silence Hadrian eventually finished the meal that the man had made for him.
"Now that you are fed it is time for why I am here" The man says, causing Hadrian to tilt his head with a frown.
"I am here to make you an offer. I can take you away from this place, away from your 'relatives' and to someone who will love and cherish you. I will change your destiny" The man says with a slight gleam in his eyes.
Hadrian frowned at the man's statement, the thought of leaving the Dursleys sounded like a dream come true.
"Why are you helping me? Who are you?" Hadrian asks with a confused expression.
The man stood from his chair and bowed with an amused smile on his face.
"Gaunter O'Dimm, Master of Mirrors at your service" Gaunter O'Dimm introduced himself eliciting a giggle from the young boy at his dramatic greeting.
The Master of Mirrors chuckled, happy to see that the young boy was smiling.
"Now as to why I am helping you. There was once a young man who had managed to locate me and wanted to strike a deal. In return for his soul I gave the man the location of tomes relating to many Dark Magic, some lost to time and some known only to the most legendary of Dark Magic Users, but this man decided to break our deal, he separated his soul in many different items resulting in me being unable to collect my due, this man murdered your parents, 4 years ago" Gaunter O'Dimm informed Hadrian.
The raven haired boy felt his world begin to spin. His parents were murdered, they didn't die in a car crash.
But that's when it registered in the young boy's mind.
"What do you mean by Magic?" Hadrian asks with a frown.
Gaunter O'Dimm chuckled as he gave Hadrian a mischievous look.
"You know what I mean. You had your suspicions" The master of Mirrors answered knowingly.
The young boy stared at Gaunter O'Dimm in shock, how did this man know about his suspicions? What else does he know?
"So I ask again. Do you want to leave this place? To be loved and cared for by someone who truly wants you" Gaunter O'Dimm asks.
Without a moment of thought Hadrian nodded his head, getting away from the Dursleys was what he wanted most in life.
The Master of Mirrors smiled as he waved a hand over Hadrian's eyes. Before the young boy could react, he felt his eyes slowly begin to droop as he became tired.
Trying to fight the desire to sleep, Hadrian was able to see the impressed look in Gaunter O'Dimm's face, just as his eyes closed completely.
-Break-
Gaunter O'Dimm, Master of Mirrors, The Man of Glass and a wish granter, found himself moving towards the sleeping form of one, Hadrian Potter.
For those who had searched into his history, it was well known that Gaunter O'Dimm put twists into the deals/wishes he made. But what was not well known was that he only did so with the wicked. There were very few wishes/deals he made that he made sure that the recipient got the most out of, didn't mean he doesn't put a twist into said deals, but it was not only amusing for Gaunter O'Dimm but beneficial for the other. And this was one of those deals.
Hadrian Potter wanted to escape the Dursleys and to be raised by someone who will love and cherish him. But the Master of Mirrors decided to put a little spin on the deal. It was never specified who Hadrian would be raised by and where.
And so, picking Hadrian up into a princess carry, the young boy's bead rested against Gaunter O'Dimm's chest as soft snoring escaped Hadrian's lips, the bald man smiled down at the child before turning his attention towards the scar on Hadrian's head.
Eyes turning pitch black, a screech echoed through the house, not waking anyone up as time was still frozen, a black shard shot out of Hadrian's head and into the awaiting hand on the Man of Glass.
A dark chuckle escaped Gaunter O'Dimm's throat as he grinned down at the shard.
"Oh Tom, you naive little child. You thought you could escape me? You thought wrong. I may only have a part of you but time has both little and much use to me. I will wait, and wait, until your soul is mine" The man says as his skin darkens and he becomes more demonic in appearance.
Turning attention back on Hadrian, Gaunter O'Dimm smiled slightly as he waved his hand over the young boy's sleeping form, a dark energy coating the raven haired boy's entire body before seeping into his body.
"I do hope you enjoy this gift as you have given me a portion of Tom's soul. And now, it is time to complete this deal" Gaunter O'Dimm says as he disappears, vanishing without a trace, with Hadrian in tow.
-Break-
Gaunter O'Dimm smiled as he sat in a comfortable chair, in his hand was the soul shard of Tom Marvolo Riddle, self proclaimed Dark Lord known as Voldemort.
Currently located in a lavish looking room, Gaunter O'Dimm turned his head slightly to see the sleeping form of Hadrian lying on a bed, comfortable and peaceful.
At that very moment the door to the room opened and a beautiful woman with long raven coloured hair and captivating violet coloured eyes walked in.
Immediately the woman comes to a stop, narrowing her eyes at Gaunter O'Dimm.
"You must be either brave or stupid to sneak into a Sorceress' home. Who are you!?" The woman demanded.
The Master of Mirror's smiled and stood up, before bowing to the beautiful woman.
"Gaunter O'Dimm at your service. I have heard quite a few interesting stories about you… Yennefer of Vengerburg. And I am here to grant you your greatest wish" the Man of Glass spoke with a grin on his face.
Chapter 1: Back to Earth
Within the cupboard under the stairs, a pair of emerald green eyes opened.
A sigh escaped the lips of one, Hadrian Potter, otherwise known as Hadrian of Kaer Morhen.
With a slight groan Hadrian sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
As the young boy began to regain his bearing, Hadrian looked down to see his current state. In the form of a 5 year old.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me" Hadrian cursed as he inspected his body.
Taking a close look at his body a sigh of relief escaped the young boy as he saw that he was not malnourished, but in fact quite muscular for his age.
At least that's one thing that came with me when I agreed to that deal Hadrian thought to himself, remembering the day he made the deal that resulted in his current situation, one that to the young boy, only happened a few minutes ago.
Flashback
The sound of gravel crunching beneath the hoof of a horse can be heard as it walked through the silent roads of the farmlands as the rider of said horse continued down the path, a goal nowhere in sight.
The rider was a young man with messy black hair with beautiful emerald green eyes, he was wearing a beautifully crafted armour with black chain mail and scaled chestplate (Viper School Armour Set) with a medallion in the shape of a wolf head dangling from his neck with two swords strapped to his back. This young man is Hadrian of Kaer Morhen.
As the young man made his way down the road he tensed as he forced his horse to come to a stop, his medallion humming as it sensed magic nearby.
Narrowing his eyes, Hadrian scanned the area for anything responsible for his medallion's reaction.
"How long has it been since we last saw each other?" A voice spoke out and Hadrian's head snapped towards the owner of the voice.
The young man's eyes widened as he saw the person before him, standing on the branch of a tree, was Gaunter O'Dimm, a man he had not seen in 13 years, ever since he was left to be raised by Yennefer of Vengerberg at the age of 5.
"Gaunter O'Dimm. Never thought I would see you again" Hadrian says in surprise, his voice deep, similar to that of a certain white haired Witcher.
A smile formed on the Master of Mirror's face as the young man before him recognised him.
"I see that you still remember me. I am happy to hear that" Gaunter O'Dimm says, smiling.
Hadrian chuckled as he hopped off his horse.
"Of course I remember you, you are the one who gave me a fresh start, a better life" Hadrian says with a grateful look on his face.
The Master of Mirrors smiled and tilted his head slightly.
"You seem quite emotional for a Witcher don't you think?" Gaunter O'Dimm says cheekily.
Hadrian shook his head with an amused smile.
"That would be the case if I actually went through the Witcher Trials. I am just a normal guy who was trained by Witchers. Everything I can do is the result of hard work, no mutations" Hadrian answers, crossing his arms over his chest.
The Man of Glass nodded his head in understanding.
"I guess so. But out of curiosity why are you dressed as a Witcher. After all you are a Sorcerer and a powerful one at that" Gaunter O'Dimm asks, his eyes shining with curiosity.
Hadrian chuckled as he uncrossed his arms, lifting up his hand as lightning engulfed his arm.
"What most people don't seem to remember is that with Sorcerers and Sorceresses, the second you take away their magic, they are basically defenceless. I hated the idea of being defenceless. Blame the Dursleys for that. So to make sure it never happens, I trained as a Witcher" Hadrian answers
Gaunter O'Dimm nodded his head in respect, not many would work so hard on covering their weaknesses since to many, it could be considered worthless.
"That is good to hear. Now for the reason I am here. Years ago I offered you a deal. Now I am here for another" The man informs Hadrian.
The young Witcher trained Sorcerer cocks an eyebrow at that.
"Now this will be interesting. What's the deal?" Hadrian asks, curious.
Gaunter O'Dimm smiled and as Hadrian blinked, appeared right in front of the young man.
Backing up in surprise, Hadrian looked up at the tree branch before looking back at Gaunter O'Dimm, shocked by the sudden closeness.
"As you remember I told you about a young man that made a deal with me for his soul, in exchange I gave him the location of many tomes of dark Magic. But the thing is, this man split his soul into separate pieces and placed them in items in an attempt to escape me. This was the man who killed your parents. My deal is that I send you back to your world, destroy the objects containing his soul and kill him, in return I will grant you any wish you desire, within reason of course, after all I am no god" Gaunter O'Dimm says the last part before chuckling in amusement, as if it was some inside joke.
Hadrian looked down as he contemplated the offer.
As of this moment he had no goal in sight, only to learn more and train in both Magic and sword. Killing the person responsible for his parents' death sounded incredibly appealing to the young man.
Looking back up at the Master of Mirrors with determination in his eyes, Hadrian held out his hand.
"Deal" Hadrian agreed.
With a smile on his face, Gaunter O'Dimm reached out and grasped Hadrian's hand and shook it.
Flashback End
And the next thing Hadrian knew, he was back under the cupboard under the stairs, in the body of his 5 year old self, with some aspects of his previous body there, such as his scars, muscles and Magical Core.
The only thing that Hadrian noticed that was not a part of him was his medallion, one that all Witchers of the School of the Wolf wore.
At least I have something that still connects me to them, Hadrian thought with a small smile as he grasped the medallion between his fingers.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Hadrian focused back on the tasks at hand. Getting out of here and locating the soul of the one who had killed his parents. Moldyforts.
It's Moldyforts right? Hadrian thought to himself, the now young boy thought to himself as he felt like he was wrong with the name.
Shaking his head, Hadrian pushed the cupboard in an attempt to leave the cupboard, only for it to refuse to move.
Locked. Of course Hadrian shook his head.
Aard Hadrian released a force of energy from his hand, shattering the cupboard door, awakening everyone in the house.
As the young raven haired boy got out of the cupboard loud stomping descended down the stairs and Hadrian was face to face with a familiar figure of someone he hadn't seen in 12 years. Vernon Dursley.
"You did your freakish things again! I should have killed you when you were on our doorstep!" Vernon yelled as he lunged forward.
Rage burned within Hadrian as his 'uncle' said those words. The abuse, the taunts, the torment. All of it flashed in Hadrian's mind. All memories once forgotten returned with a vengeance.
Bringing his hand up, palm facing Vernon, Hadrian's eyes flashed green.
"Com'arl" A bright blue flame shot from Hadrian's hand, engulfing Vernon in its dangerously beautiful flames.
Vernon's last words were the cries of pain as the fire consumed him.
As Vernon's body turned to ash as the fire died out, the young sorcerer heard a cry of fear and looked over to see Petunia, staring at him with horror and fear.
A chuckle escaped Hadrian as he crossed his arms.
"Well well, look who it is. The horse faced bitch" Hadrian snarled, his eyes glowing with power as he glared at one of the people responsible for his torment.
Petunia shook with fear as Magic swirled around Hadrian, the young Sorcerer glared at his aunt, rage burning in his eyes.
bringing his hand up, a bright orange glow formed over Petunia and the horse faced woman froze, her body stiff, unable to move.
Narrowing his eyes, Hadrian began to concentrate.
Rage began to consume Hadrian as he read the woman's mind.
"Ahhh!" Petunia screamed as her nerves began to burn, Hadrian's hand clenched tightly as Magic covered his arm.
"You tortured me all of these years over your stupid jealousy!?" Hadrian demanded, disbelief in his voice.
The only sound that could escape Petunia's lips were the screams of pain as her nerves burned.
"Leave Mummy alone you freak!" Dudley squealed like a pig as he charged at Hadrian.
Igni Fire shot from Hadrian's hand, burning Dudley alive as he screamed in pain, the boy's body falling to the ground as the floor caught on fire.
Turning his attention back to Petunia, the young Sorcerer glared at his aunt with anger in his eyes.
"You will die here Petunia. I will make sure of that." Hadrian growled as he brought his hand up.
Axii Petunia's eyes fogged up and the magic torturing her began to fade.
"This is goodbye Petunia, good luck in hell" Hadrian growled as he turned and walked out the door, fire growing behind him.
And on this night, the Dursleys perished, believing their deaths the result of the fire that consumed their home in the dark night.
-Spell Introduction-
Com'arl,
Inspired by the Sorceress, Triss Merigold, Hadrian attempted to master the ability of Pyrokinesis resulting in the creation of a new never seen before spell. Com'arl is more powerful, dangerous and versatile then most fire spells known, but at the cost of said spell needing a constant supply of magic from the caster, without it, it would immediately die out.
Its high magic requirement is a result of its bright blue flames. Hotter and far easier to control then its other spell counterparts.
Created by: Hadrian of Kaer Morhen
-Spell Introduction-
One of the most important things about Sorcerers and Sorceresses. A place to call home.
At the peak of Mount Everest, Hadrian found himself in a large cave, entrance blocked by an illusion with the walls lit up with torches.
Looking around the empty cave, Hadrian nodded to himself in appreciation.
This will do Hadrian thought to himself before noticing in the corner a crack in the stone.
Frowning slightly, Hadrian moved towards the crack and began to investigate it.
Medallion's humming. This is definitely magical in nature Hadrian thought to himself.
Waving his hand over the crack, the young Sorcerer frowned as he couldn't sense the Magic coming from it.
That is odd. Then why is the Medallion reacting to it? Hadrian wondred.
Clunk
Hadrian heard a sound from behind him and quickly turned, eyes narrowed, Magic crackling from his hands.
As Hadrian looked around he paused as he saw what had made the noise.
There, in all its glory, sitting atop a stand was his armour, the same that Vesemir once used in his younger days.
"How did that get here?" Hadrian wondered out loud as he walked towards his armour.
There, attached to his armour was a note.
Hello my young friend,
As you are now aware, you were deaged into your previous 5 year old form.
This is due to Hogwarts.
A school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only problem is that you start at 11, as you were 18 you would be unable to attend the school.
The soul of Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort, the man who murdered your parents, has a piece of his soul located within the school.
I am unable to collect it as it goes against the deal, despite Tom breaking the deal.
I sent your armour along with your swords to the place you would eventually call home during your stay. Thought a Witcher trained Sorcerer would be more comfortable with both his blade and armour by his side.
Best of luck,
Your friend, Gaunter O'Dimm.
A smile made its way onto Hadrian's face as he read the letter.
Looking at the armour, the smile on Hadrian's face began to dim. It was way too big for him.
Shit. Looks like I am going to have to let it stay there for the next 10 years, Hadrian internally cursed.
Clunk
The sound of metal landing caught Hadrian attention and he turned to see his two swords, hung up on a sword rack.
Hadrian's very first blade, a beautiful steel sword with black leather wrapped around the hilt, the pommel in the shape of a wolf head with the blade shining beautifully with glowing orange glyphs at the middle of the blade. He had received that blade when both he and an ashen haired girl became old and mature enough to use steel swords.
Hadrian's second sword, a silver sword that he had gained from Vesemir, the oldest Witcher alive, after completing his training as a Witcher, without the mutations as well.
Sadly, the ashen haired girl was gone when he had completed his training, thus she was unable to complete hers either as they were the same age, resulting in her only having a steel sword.
I hope you are alright, Hadrian thought, worrying about his childhood friend.
Taking a deep breath, Hadrian brought himself back to reality, a goal in his mind. Kill Tom Riddle.
And to do so, he needed to prepare and learn.
-Flashback-
A 13 year old Hadrian grumbled as his mother in all but blood, Yennefer of Vengerburg, cursed as she attempted to fix his messy hair.
"What is with you and this damned hair?" The beautiful sorceress cursed as she attempted to calm it down.
The duo were currently sitting in a carriage as it made its way through the gravel path.
Yennefer eventually sighed and shook her head with a scowl.
"Even after all these years I still can't calm your hair" Yennefer sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.
Hadrian just smiled with amusement.
"How long until we get there?" Hadrian asks, turning his head to his adoptive mother.
Rubbing the young boy's head, Yennefer turned and looked out the carriage, her eyes staring directly at the snowy mountains.
"In a day's time. We will reach Kaer Morhen" The raven haired sorceress answers.
"Yeah!" The young boy cheers with a bright smile on his face
-Flashback End-
Hadrian took a deep breath as he held 2 small vials in his hands.
Before the young sorcerer were two vials. One contains White Honey and the other, a potion. A Witcher Potion.
It has been a year since he had killed the Dursleys and freed himself, the cave he lived in was now warmer, a bed in the corner of the cave with carpets under it and his armour and sword stand, on the opposite end the of the cave was a desk with bookshelves next to it and a mega scope.
"Bottoms up" Hadrian says to himself as he drank the vial in one go.
The effect was immediate, Hadrian growled as his skin turned pale, his veins slowly changing to black, making it visible from under his now pale skin.
After a moment Hadrian relaxed. Opening his eyes, the once beautiful emerald green was replaced by obsidian coloured eyes, sclera and all, leaving only black.
Taking a deep breath, Hadrian turned his attention to his steel sword.
walking towards it, grasping the handle, the young Sorcerer pulled the sword off of its stand and gripped it between both hands.
A blur slashed through the air before another followed after. Over and over Hadrian slashed with his sword with skilled precision and incredible speed. The sword merely a blur as it was swung.
Kicking a small rock into the air, Hadrian slashed the rock several times with incredible speed and precision, stopping abruptly as he slashed through the centre, forcing the pieces to seperate.
Taking a deep breath, Hadrian looked down at the rock, a total of 5 slashes in 3 seconds.
Slow Hadrian thought with a scowl as he let out a tired breath.
Shaking his head in frustration, Hadrian winced as he felt his veins beginning to burn. Without a moment's hesitation, Hadrian grasped the vial of white honey and downed it in one go.
Coughing into his hand, Hadrian fell to one knee as his skin began to regain colour and his eyes returned to normal.
Letting out a pained breath, Hadrian attempted to stand up, only to fall back onto his knee as the toxins that were in his veins took a toll on his body.
So not only am I slower and weaker, I can barely handle one Witcher potion. Damn Hadrian internally cursed, knowing it was going to take a while before he could build up his tolerance to the toxicity of Witcher Potions.
In his adult form, Hadrian was able to slash 4 times in 3 seconds but in his potioned state, was able to slash up to 8 times within 3 seconds at his best. Normal Witchers on the other hand, were able to slash up to 7 times in 3 seconds in their normal state and up to a devastating 11 slashes in 3 seconds.
The potion that Hadrian had consumed made his senses stronger, he was faster, stronger, more agile, more Witcher like. With the potion, Hadrian's senses were dialled up to 11, nearly on par with a Witcher's senses, thus making Hadrian one of the best trackers, second only to Witchers.
Letting out a sigh, Hadrian stood up and cursed as he attempted to lift his sword, only to struggle as the weight was too much for his small body.
This is going to be a long few years Hadrian thought to himself with a sigh.
-Time Skip-
"In truth, there is naught more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher. They are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are veritable scoundrels without conscience and virtue, unscrupulous creatures off hell able only to take lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
And this keep, this Kaer Morhen where these villains nest and practice their foul rituals must be wiped from the earth, all traces of it treated with salt and saltpeter to complete the deed."
Bang
A book slammed against the wall of the cave as Hadrian let out a growl as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
The now, 6 year old Witcher trained Sorcerer sat at his desk with many different books littered across the wooden desk.
Many relating to the Monster Hunters known as Witchers.
Fwoosh
A portal appeared beside Hadrian as he shoved his hand into the portal, pulling out a book, placing it onto the table.
"The Witcher Trials"
The book of how Witchers are created. Something that Vesemir, the oldest of the Witchers hid away, so that no one can learn how to create Witchers. Despite his best efforts at hiding the book, Hadrian one day stumbled upon it within the dungeons, where all of the lost items of Witcher history were stored.
Opening the book, Hadrian began to read through it.
"The Trial of Grasses, For two days more did symptoms not subside. The child's skin, hitherto drenched in sweat, grew dry and hot, the pulse ceased to be full and firm — albeit remaining of average strength, slow rather than fast. No more did he wake, nor did he scream.
Finally, came the seventh day. The male awoke and opened his eyes, and his eyes were those of a viper.
As I continue to see this through, the pain of those who suffer through these is unbearable. But it is a necessary evil. For the monsters that hunt our lands will continue to prey on the innocent and should this fail. I fear for all sentient species, Human, Elves, Dwarves and many others. Cannot stand against the nature of the monsters that now roam these lands"
Hadrian was the first chapter, turning the page to continue on learning about the trials of the Witchers.
"Trial of Dreams, The child after surviving the first trial will be placed under several hallucinations induced by either Druids or Mages, the Trial leads to the child's senses and abilities to be further enhanced but also becoming sterilised in the process"
Hadrian rubbed his chin and nodded to himself.
Ok, so that is the Trial that leads to their sterilisation The young Sorcerer thought to himself as he moved to the next chapter.
"The Trial of Mountains, the Trial is not like the others, instead of enhancing the child's abilities it is a test, after months of training the child is forced to head to the mountains to collect their medallion's-"
The text continued on but Hadrian closed the book, already knowing what the Trial of Mountains were. After all, both he and an ashen haired girl both participated in said Trials together in a pair.
Rubbing his forehead, Hadrian stood up from his chair and began to pace.
The young Witcher trained Sorcerer knew that those who went through the Trials either died or became Witchers themselves and lived the rest of their lives fighting monsters for coin until their very deaths. But as the young boy looked at the Trials he knew one thing.
The Trials are incomplete Hadrian thought to himself.
Something just didn't seem right with the Trials. Not with those who died or the sterilization. No, it just seemed like it was incomplete, as if something was missing. Something that either shouldn't be there was in the Trials or something was lacking in it.
Either way, Hadrian's goal was to find out what was missing or needed to be removed. His endgame? To create a new generation of Witchers, stronger and more powerful than the current ones. To make them unstoppable monster killers who could take on the likes of Higher Vampires as if they were Drowners.
But first, I need to experiment Hadrian thought to himself with narrowed eyes.
There was only one way to experiment on creating Witchers and that was to have live subjects.
And Hadrian knew where the best way to get live subjects, those who no one would care about. Criminals thought they committed atrocities that no sane man would ever commit, those whose suffering would be met with glee from all those who knew them.
-Break-
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Vanquisher of Gellert Grindelwald, found himself sitting at his desk with his face in his hands.
Hadrian Potter, a boy he had placed with his relatives, the same relatives who were now dead with their home burnt to the ground.
With the young Potter missing, untrackable. The old Headmaster felt his heart clench in his chest at the thought of what the young boy could be going through. Alone, on the streets, no one to look after him, afraid.
"You are just another monster" A feminine voice whispered into the old man's ear, causing a whimper to escape Albus' lips.
"You killed me, you created Voldemort and you are responsible for the deaths of Lily and James Potter, leaving young Harry alone. You are not the leader of light, you are a monster" The voice continued to speak, causing Dumbledore to shake as tears ran down his face.
"I-Im sorry. I am so sorry… Ariana" Albus apologised, before he began to sob.
Unseen by the old Wizard, his shadow behind him began to change, morphing into an inhuman creature with claws and a pair of horns.
A.N: Hey, did you know that if you copy and paste your work onto this website, you actually have to fix all you punctions? Such as Bold letters, figuring out how to separate paragraphs and using Italics? I didn't. Fucking hell