So yeah, I'm sorry for the long wait. I had like three chapters already written for this story not to mention the ones I had written for my other fics when I had to start from scratch after my little brother DELETED ALL my docs. Hopefully I will be able to update my other stories in the next two days.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry.

CHAPTER ONE

It was the first moment of clarity he had while in the age of few days old baby, a moment in which his older consciousness was in the forefront and not that of his newborn self.

Harry or Hadrian as was his new name, was fascinated by the figure that held him; the loving and caring look in her eyes pointed her as his new mother if he wasn't wrong. If Hadrian didn't know any better he would have mistaken the lovely woman for his first mother, his mom from his original world, Lily Evans. Both women shared the same blood-red hair, the same emerald green eyes, and the same pale skin. But with a second look Hadrian was able to see that although very similar in appearance they weren't identical. Where Lily had been petite his new mother was tall, reaching an impressive height of 5´9 and had a more endowed figure, where Lily had a rounded face and rosy complexion his new mother's face stayed true to her pureblood lineage with a more refined and angled face. All in all Hadrian's mother was beautifully gorgeous.

"Is he asleep?" a voice that was both deep and soft spoke from the entrance to his new room. Hadrian quickly identified it as his new father.

"No, he seems to be fascinated by his new surroundings," his mother answered, fixing the hold she had him in so he was now against her chest and facing his new father.

He was tall, easily reaching 6'4, and the simple clothes (or as simple as a silk shirt and dragonhide slacks could be) he wore emphasized his muscled body. Unlike James' brown, messy hair and hazel colored eyes; his new father had long, straight, black hair with navy highlights and dark blue eyes that were alike to the night sky. His face was sculpted, jaw squared, sharp cheekbones, aquiline nose and thin, rosy lips. His skin was a natural light tan, which contrasted handsomely with his dark hair and emphasized his features. Like his mother his father was beautiful but manly. All in all Hadrian's new parents were very attractive people.

"My father will be arriving tomorrow," his father said in the same deep and soft voice, but this time there was an undertone of worry in it.

"Marcus, I'm sure your father will see him as the gift he is," his mother tried to assure his father, kissing him chastely as he reached them.

General POV

Marcus smiled tenderly in response, thankful for his love's assurance. He honestly had no idea how his father would take the news of his new grandson, one not birthed by him and his wife but given by Lady Hecate herself. This was unprecedented, Magic was known to give blessing to couples to conceive but actually giving a child was unheard of.

"If you keep frowning like that you will wrinkle like an old man. Here," Lilith said in amusement, carefully placing their son in his arms," it's your turn to hold him."

"He's so tiny and soft…so fragile. And perfect. Like you," Marcus kissed his wife passionately, putting in that single kiss the love, happiness, and warmth he felt in that moment, finally a complete family with their son, their baby.

Lilith smiled in the kiss, absentmindedly noting that she had not laughed or smiled this much and carefree in a long, long time, but now thanks to the gift and blessing Magic gave her, them, she finally had what she had always desired and wished for.

They parted, deeply looking into each other's eyes, telling with their eyes the profound love and desire they held for each other only to break apart when their son coo'ed, a beautiful smile on his angelic face as he tried to reach out to them. They both chuckled, loving eyes as they gazed at their son and heir.

Five Years Old

Hadrian grabbed his cousin Demetri's hand, dragging him to the pastry's table where the chocolate truffles were calling him; he could already imagine the delicious texture and taste of them.

"Harry, momma said not to eat candies until dinner," Demetri warned his cousin, gripping his hand tightly; already he could imagine his momma's angry face if caught.

Hadrian only smiled mischievously, certain that they won't get caught. After all, he hadn't been the son of a Marauder in his previous life for nothing. With agility and dexterity unusual for a five year old child, he expertly avoided stumbling into adults and getting caught. Finally they arrived at the table where all the pastries and desserts were; problem was, they were too short to reach the top.

"Harry, we can't reach up. Come on, let's go."

Hadrian ignored the tugging on his robes; he was not going to let his small stature impede him from getting his favorite treat. "Stop Mitri, we will not get caught," he assured the anxious boy, already knowing what he would do.

He closed his eyes in concentration, seeking his magical core and willing a small tendril of magic to come out and do his willing. It took a great amount of concentration and time but he was able to do it, able to see the tendril of magic grab a plate of black and white chocolate truffles. The plate shook as it descended towards them, the hold he had over his magic was shaky and the concentration it was taking to just do this was too much, Hadrian could feel his face and clothes dampening in sweat at the great effort he was making.

At last he opened his eyes, extremely exhausted and sleepy but feeling accomplished at having succeeded in his endeavor, the aroma of the truffles he got making him feel it was all worth it. He turned to Demetri, opening his mouth to tell the skittish child that it was over and that they could now go back to the children's room. Only to find him and the rest of the room open-mouthed while his parents were walking towards him with expressions of pride and worry.

Eight Years Old

"Mitri," he whined, bored out of his mind as their parents conversed in low tones. Demetri, who was reading a book about dragons, frowned lightly in annoyance," It's Demetri, not Mitri. And no, I won't follow you on in another 'adventure'."

Hadrian exhaled sharply, knowing that he could do nothing to change his cousin's mind. He slumped unto the recliner, his loose hair flopping to his face,, and looked around the room. There was nothing to entertain himself with, only a bookshelf, two large sofas, and a small table in the room. Seconds later he couldn't take it any longer and decided to follow his cousin and went to the bookshelf to pick up a book. He looked through each book, none of the titles or contents catching his interest until he got to a thin, old book; the title some squiggly lines before they became legible words.

He was astounded and interested. He picked up the book Slytherin: Ancient and Noble and went back to his chair before starting to read it. He was instantly captivated in its contents, getting lost in the picturesque and rich images the book painted. It told of the start of the Slytherin House, how the name came to be and its humble start, the founder of the House and all the Slytherin House members; from the most humble to its more famous and infamous. It had no spells written in it but to Hadrian the history in the book was precious and very valuable.

Demetri looked up from his book, a little suspicious since he had heard no ruckus from his cousin. He was slightly surprised to find a silent and concentrated Hadrian reading a thin book but he shook it off quite quickly. He shrugged and went back to his book.

When the adults finally came to where the two children had been left, they were a bit surprised to find them still in the room. It was well known that Hadrian didn't like to be kept still and stay in a single room, sure that Hadrian would have persuaded Demetri, the more calm and well-behaved of them both, to go off in exploration of the manor. Viktor coughed, quickly getting his son's attention although Hadrian was still enraptured in his book. Lilith, curious as to what had gotten her son's attention so strongly, enough to keep him still for more than ten minutes; walked to where he sat and looked at the title of the thin book. Only to gasp in complete shock.

"Love, what's wrong?" Markus asked his wife as he walked towards in worry. She turned to him with an astonished expression, pointing at the book in their son's hold. Everyone turned their gaze to the book only to have the same reaction, Hadrian still blind to the commotion caused as he continued lost in the words of the text.

"Hadrian, darling," Lilith said in a more composed voice, trying to garner Hadrian's attention to no avail. But she grew worried and apprehensive, the book could be cursed or something far worse since it came from that family. Markus was now equally as worried and so he called his son's name in a more demanding and harsher voice, this time managing to break Hadrian from his reading.

"Yes Father," Hadrian questioned, baffled at the astonished looks of his parents and uncles.

"Can you understand what you are reading, sweetie," Lilith asked.

Hadrian stared at her in bewilderment," Of course mother. I do know how to read."

Chaos.

Ten Years Old

He ran.

And ran.

And ran.

He was injured. Two bruised ribs and one broken one which thankfully hadn't raptured his lung but Harry knew that his luck could run out at any time. His left ankle was twisted, and his other foot had no shoe on. Both his hands had broken fingers and his right shoulder had been dislocated. The various cuts on his head and scalp stung sharply in the cold wind of the night, the deepest cut was on his forehead and it was bleeding profusely making him slightly light-headed. The bruises on his stomach and legs screamed out at the continuous abuse. The stab wound on his left side had been thankfully nowhere near his vital organs but the bleeding was getting serious and the pain was clouding his mind.

But still he didn't stop to rest or check out his wounds, his very life depended on it. On escaping.

It was all going too well so of course something bad had to happen next. He was caught.

And all he knew next was pain. Terrifying and agonizing pain.

Hadrian woke up gasping, clothes and sheets damped in sweat, scream caught on his throat. His chest heaved with each inhale and exhale, phantom pain where the numerous wounds in his dream had been.

It took ten minutes to get his breathing back to control, but he managed.

It's that nightmare again. Who is that man? Why do I keep dreaming of him?

He gripped his damped hair in frustration and anger. The dreams or nightmares as they were more apt to be called, haunted his sleep, always having the green eyed and black haired man in them. Not all of the dreams were like this one, of pain and agony, sadness and anger, of sorrow and despair. A few were of happy times, of hope and peace, but in them there was still an undertone of pain and despair.

He sighed tiredly, exhausted and tired. The dreams had gotten more common. Where he had once only had them once a month they were now twice a week. He sighed once again.

Another sleepless night…

Eleven Years Old

At last…it was finish.