"I'm definitely in love with the name Hadrian. I think it fits perfectly with the personality of your character, sweet, but with character. It almost sounds glorious, and I like it. More specifically, I enjoyed this first chapter. He tells Harry's childhood, the transition from innocence and awkwardness, a powerful and talented warrior. And I'm also fascinated to Hadrian 'relationship, and Circe. Unconsciously, their words are tinged with ambiguity, but without really being so maternal affection they have, is endearing. However, I was surprised that Harry decides to Beauxbatons. I'd rather be thought of another school like Durmstrang, or an academy drawn from your invention. But, being an original choice, I am enchanted. Now, I look forward to growing the second chapter, the Hadrian's arrival at Hogwarts, risk to shake the building." Riddikuluss

Summary: Raised in an orphanage, Harry is adopted and taught to become a powerful Lord of Magic. Through rituals, lessons, balls and battles he grows stronger each day. However, he did not expect that being sent to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament would change his life completely. LV/HP

A/N: Wow! I feel blessed that everyone enjoyed the first chapter and look forward to more. I enjoyed reading everyone's reviews and personal messages and used some of them for inspiration for this chapter. Thank you so much! I have decided that this story will be about 50 chapters long and an AU of The Goblet of Fire. I don't know yet if I am going to make this a series though I have given it the thought. We shall see where it goes! Also I shall be posting every Thursday expect for special occasions which I will giving forewarning in the previous chapter's A/N. Thank you so much once again for enjoying the first chapter and now on to the second!

Chapter 2: England Bound

Life became much of a routine after that. Each morning Harry attended classes with the other students though he had ended up skipping a grade ahead between second and third year. After his lessons he would wander to a tower on the north side of the palace that overlooked the majestic gardens and have lessons with his mother.

It was not till Beauxbatons was invited to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament that things started to change.

The summer before Harry's fourth year, after two years attending Beauxbatons, Circe and he had been staying in a manor just outside Moscow, Russia. It was a beautiful manor, made of white marble and intricate paintings. In one of the foyers in the west wing Circe watched Harry receive lessons from one of the most talented piano players in the world. Despite the fact that the man was a Muggle he played beautifully.

There was a light tap behind her. Throwing up the window, Circe held her arm out for the stunning white owl to land on. Petting the feathers on the bird's breast she discreetly took the envelope from the owl's grasp. The bird hopped from her arm to a nearby perch and tucked its head beneath its wing to rest before carrying back the return letter that was expected.

Circe idly petted the soft parchment of the envelope, her eyes upward in thought.

Turning it over, the letter was addressed to her ward. Looking back at her son to make sure he was focusing on his work, she walked swiftly to her study. Circe sliced open the envelope with a silver letter opener, the rubies and sapphires that adorned it sparkled in the light of the candles.

Dear Mr. Hadrian James Potter,

It has been 30 days since out last letter failed to reach you. Through the continued efforts of the Department of Child Services, Head Mugwump, Chief Warlock and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Albus Dumbledore has requested your transfer to his institute and return of your guardianship to your parents. Once more, we ask that you please send a letter to our department in order to retrieve you from your current location.

Hoping to return you to your home soon.

Madam Eilidh Kentington

Head of the Department of Child Services, British Ministry of Magic

Folding the letter back up, she tapped her luscious bottom pink lip with a pointed red tipped finger. After a pregnant pause she held out the letter to the flame of the candle and watched it go up in flames until the fire started to blister her fingertips.

Snapping her fingers a house-elf, the one and only she employed, appeared before her. He was as dark as night, blending into the shadows and so silent that if she did not know he was there then it would have been doubtful that she would have noticed him.

The last of the letter burnt up, its ashes floating upward. Circe turned her head toward the elf and commanded, "There is an owl perched in the loft above the east foyer. Take it two hundred miles south from here and one hundred twenty five miles east."

The elf bowed. "Of course, Mistress. Once done, shall I obliviate it and send it on its way?"

Circe shook her head. Turning to leave the room, she looked back into the shadows, only seeing a pair of milky white golf-ball sized eyes following her exit. "No. Kill it. It is time that we let this Madam Kentington and Light Lord Dumbledore aware of how likely it is that Harry Potter will ever return to them with open arms."

And as she walked from the room, Circe could have sworn that she could hear the elf smiling.

There was never another letter after Circe sentenced the messenger to death. She had moved her and Harry closer to his school for the rest of the summer and then the following year they travelled to a modest palace in Lucerne, Switzerland.

They had been practicing Harry's skill with daggers when an owl arrived. The seal showed that the letter was sent from Beauxbatons and was most likely his school supply list for his fifth year. Circe smiled gently as he tore it open with obvious enthusiasm. Though he had not made many friends, Harry still loved his school and looked forward to it every year.

She watched his face go from excitement to confusion to just a hint of anxiety. Harry glanced up into her eyes and not for the first time Circe wished she had never made him perform the ritual to gain the shields of Occlumency.

Folding the letter, Harry spoke, "It appears that Beauxbatons has been invited to attend the TriWizard Tournament at Hogwarts this upcoming year. All currently enrolled students from fourth year and above are required to intend."

He jumped as Circe slammed her hands down causing a candle stick to fall, lighting the table cloth on fire. Grabbing the water pitcher, Harry quickly put out the flame. "Mother!" he practically yelled.

Storming from the room, Circe's eyes were wide and frantic. She threw out her hand knocking over a seventeenth century vase and shattering it all over the floor. Following his mother, Harry grabbed her elbow and turned her to him. He had grown nearly as tall as her and was nearly twice as strong. His curly black hair was tamer and cut so short the curls seemed to multiple. He looked more and more like a man every day.

"What is going on?" he asked harshly.

Circe opened and closed her fists in frustration before turning away. She took a deep breath and then turned back to her ward. "The Light Lord in Britain is doing this to draw you to him, my love. He no doubt is trying to make amends with the public and your birth parents. He will try to overpower you and take you from me. He will try to hinder your power, make you weak like he did before. Dumbledore is going to force you to be a solider. His solider."

Harry shook his head. "How do you know? He has never done anything to try to reach me after my Hogwarts admittance letter. Why now?"

Circe looked away. "I don't know, my strong one. I just know that this will hurt you."

"Then what can we do? Should I leave Beauxbatons?"

"No, my love. They will look for students that leave the school. This is a hunt and we must be prepared."

Striding quickly to her study, her robe twisting and flaring up behind her, Harry followed a few steps behind. "What are you going to do?" he said.

Pulling out a piece of golden crusted parchment and a beautiful golden quill, she sat at her desk and began to write. Stopping in the middle of a sentence, Circe looked up. "I am sending a letter to some influential politics in England. I can see if I can find someone to aid us against the Light Lord."

"What about the Dark Lord?" Harry asked.

Circe waited to answer till she finished her letter. Finally she looked up after sealing it with an emblem that Harry had never seen before, it was of a majestic ship with crashing waves; however, before he could ask her about it, she answered. "I am seeking aid from some of his supporters, ma belle. He has very little influence in Hogwarts though he can make it clear, or we can make it clear, that you are more sympathetic to his ideals then Dumbledore's. Hopefully that will make the Headmaster leave you alone, mon amour."

And for a second, Harry wanted to ask how she knew where his sympathies laid, or why she believed that when he had no clue himself.

Across the English Channel, in a Manor on top of a hill Lucius Malfoy opened a letter. It was a short letter, but it caused him to pause and sit for several moments.

Lord Malfoy,

Tradition requires that I send word before I attend your Midsummer Day Ball. I will arrive the evening of the event with my ward and do not fear, I shall come with an appropriate gift to celebrate the holiday as well as thank you for your hospitality. It has been quite some time since I have been in a Malfoy residence, much less England.

And, please, make sure your Dark Lord is ready to see to me upon my arrival.

Regards,

Circe Lebeau

After re-reading the letter one last time, Lucius stood quickly and rushed into one of the hallways in the south wing. He stopped before a portrait of an elderly man with white blonde hair very similar to his own, though it was much shorter, only coming to the tips of his ears. He had the signature crystal blue eyes that passed from father to son for the last six generations of Malfoys. The man was still, like many of the old portraits, only his eyes followed his descendent.

"Great-Grandfather, I have received a letter from a woman named Circe."

At once the whole portrait seemed to come to life. The man leaned forward in the frame, his eyes twinkling. "What did she want from you?"

"She invited herself to the Midsummer Day Ball. She wants to see the Dark Lord."

His great-grandfather grinned. "Then you will let her see him. She could be a great ally."

"And what if the Dark Lord refuses to see her? He has not attended one of these events since he was promoted in the Ministry."

The portrait shook his head sharply. "You will figure out something. She would be a great ally, but a terrible enemy."

Lucius nodded and turned to leave; however, stopped in the doorway. "She has a ward that is coming with her."

Turning back to look at his great-grandfather, the portrait smiled ever wider. "Then you must have her as your ally. Things are in motion that will change the face of the world. Make sure your Lord knows that."

Leaving the room quickly, Lucius rushed to his wife's study. The only thing keeping him from running was the thought that Malfoys do not run.

The Seer was returning to England.

A month later Lucius stood beside Tom Riddle awaiting the announcement of the arrival of his guest and her ward. Glancing from the corner of his eye Lucius peaked at his Lord. He was not in his ministry persona, instead looking like the commander and Lord that he was.

Lord Voldemort was slender and tall, reaching well over six feet. His face was like a sculpture, all hard lines. He looked very much like the aristocrats that danced before him. His hair was midnight black with a very faint wave in it. It went down half his back, and was pulled back by a thin ruby ribbon that matched his garnet eyes.

The Dark Lord looked to be in his thirties, maybe late twenties; yet, it was well-known that the man was nearly seventy years old. The man was handsome and powerful. He was a very worthy Dark Lord in Lucius's eyes, despite his brutality.

Pulled from his thoughts, the Dark Lord spoke in his slightly high-pitched voice, "I will not wait much longer, Lucius."

Looking once more throughout the crowds of dancers, Lucius nodded. He could feel the burning pressure of the Dark Lord's magic as he steadily grew more angry. He watched as the guests seem to pause, for they were all declared Dark, and then continue dancing. It was not worth it to acknowledge the Dark Lord's anger in case he turned that anger onto them.

Suddenly another presence, strong; yet, nothing like the Dark Lord's, rose throughout the room. A woman appeared in the entry way with a cloaked figure next to her. She had long silver hair and looked to be just a few years older than his son; however, Lucius knew that this was the woman that had invited herself to his celebration.

Moving through the crowds, Lucius felt his Lord disappear into the shadows. He would bring the woman to him in a study away from nosy guests that looked for any edge to get closer to the man.

Bowing low, Lucius noticed his wife appear beside him and dip into a curtsey. Standing tall once he had kissed her gloved knuckles, Lucius spoke, "Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Madam Labeau. May my halls keep you warm, my food keep you content and my hospitality keep you joyous."

The woman smiled, her teeth sparkling. "And may my presence be treasured and welcome once more."

"May I present my wife, Narcissa Malfoy," Lucius said once they had performed the traditional greetings of the Old Blood that he knew she had preferred.

The week before their arrival, Lucius had taken as much knowledge from his great-grandfather that he could. All that he learned was that she was old and powerful and should be treated with as much respect as possible. She would expect the Old Ways and demand tradition to be upheld throughout her visit. It was unnerving.

The woman's eyes bore into Narcissa's. The Malfoy Matron quickly curtseyed once more before taking a quick appraisal of the woman before her. She was dressed in a deep blue gown with silver cuffs and a plunging neckline. Around her neck was diamonds that glittered and shined as she moved. Her hair was loose and wild behind her shoulders, she looked like a child no older than sixteen.

"Pleasure Lord and Lady Malfoy," Circe spoke, her voice so sweet it made Narcissa squirm. "Your home is quite beautiful." She glanced around before catching the Malfoy Lord's eyes. "And I do so love beauty."

Narcissa turned to the cloaked figure next to her as Circe turned toward her ward. "And may I present my son, Hadrian Labeau."

The boy slowly lowered his hood and a house-elf came to take his cloak. At last he stared into the married couple's eyes. He had very short curly black hair, it gave him an almost Adonis look. His cheekbones were high and sharp, his eyes a sparkling green.

He was dressed in all black dress robes that brought out the paleness of his skin.

It was from this boy that the magical spike had appeared. The hair on her neck rose as she comprehended that the boy before her was Draco's age.

Narcissa held back a gasp as she realized who this boy was. There was no doubt that he was a Potter, he had the messy hair and the body of a young James Potter, though it was the eyes that confirmed it was his missing son.

The boy had his mother's eyes though his seemed to have specks of red and black that took her breath away at the implication that he had used a ritual to gain his eyesight.

Lucius had also realized who the boy was before him though did not let any emotion appear on his face. "Greetings young Mister Labeau. Welcome to my home."

The boy gave a half-bow before replying, "Thank you Lord Malfoy, as my mother said it is quite stunning, though you are far more stunning Lady Malfoy. I looked forward to staying here for the remainder of the week, before I attend Beauxbatons this upcoming term."

Hiding his surprise that they had planned on staying, Lucius spoke, "You must be excited to visit Hogwarts this upcoming year with the Triwizard Tournament happening."

"Yes, very excited," Harry said.

Circe cut him off before he could continue. "Yes, my love, we are both thrilled. Now Lord Malfoy I believe that I have a meeting with your Lord sometime this evening, correct?"

"Yes, he wishes for you to enjoy the ball before he summons you."

Circe narrowed her eyes at the obvious command though brushed it off as she moved into the crowds of dancers.

"Mister Labeau," Narcissa spoke. "My son Draco and some of his friends are near the refreshments if you would like me to introduce you?"

Harry shook his head, though smiled in gratitude. "Thank you, Madam; however, I can seek out their company myself."

He bowed once more and pecked one last kiss on her tiny hand before heading over to the group of teenagers near the drinks.

They were all respectable Purebloods, of that he had no doubt. There were five of them. A boy with short blonde hair and a pointy face, that was no doubt the son of the couple that was housing him and his mother, stood next to a girl with short black hair and a pug-like face. Across from them was two rather large boys who seemed rather consumed with eating everything that was on the table in front of them and another boy with dark skin and slanted dark eyes.

"Hello," Harry greeted. The five teenagers before him all immediately silenced and turned to him. The boys instantly were cautious though the girl gave him a rather impressive look-over before smirking.

"Hello," she responded and held out her hand. "My name is Pansy Parkinson."

Harry bowed low and kissed her hand gently, slowly straightening as he kept eye contact with the witch before him. "It is a pleasure. My name is Hadrian Labeau"

The blonde boy's eyes narrowed more as he straightened. "Draco Malfoy. You are a guest of my parents and their Lord, correct?"

Harry smirked, his eyes flashing. "Yes I am, though I find it curious that you do not refer to the Dark Lord as yours."

Draco looked away and two red spots appeared on his pale cheeks. "He is not my Lord till I am marked and he does not mark those still in school."

Murmuring his understanding, Harry turned to the three other boys before him. "Hello. I am Hadrian Labeau and you are?"

The dark skinned boy stepped forward and held out a hand to be shaken. "Blaise Zabini. It is pleasure to meet the ward of the Seer."

Harry pulled his hand back and gave the boy a curious look. "The Seer?"

"Yes," Blaise said. "Circe Labeau is known throughout the world as the Seer. She determines the fate of all those who meet her. It is an honor that she sought out the Dark Allegiance before war consumes Britain."

Harry cocked his head to the side, but nodded. It was interesting to hear of his mother's reputation though he had never heard anyone call her the Seer. He would ask her about it once they reunited. "And you two?"

Draco answered him. "This is Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle."

"Nice to meet you," Harry said though only two grunts responded.

Pansy leaned forward, exposing much of her bust as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you attend Hogwarts? I have never seen you there."

"Pansy did you not hear that he is Circe Labeau's son? She would have never allowed him to be placed under Dumbledore's control," Draco interrupted before Harry could speak.

Pansy rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored Draco, asking an endless amount of questions about Harry's life despite the interruptions of Blaise and Draco that always ended with a laugh.

"Are you excited for the Tournament?" Harry asked at one point as he sipped on a flute of champagne.

"What Tournament?" Draco asked back.

"Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. Didn't you receive any notice in your letter containing your booklist?"

Blaise suddenly grinned, "I knew something was going on! My mother has been hinting at it all summer. Wow it has been years since a Tournament has been held."

Pansy clapped her hands and nearly squealed as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "Oh Hadrian does that mean that you will be at Hogwarts this year? It would be amazing if you were!"

Draco got a rather disgruntled look on his face, but Harry found her amusing. Laughing he responded, "Yep! Though I don't know if Mother is nearly as excited as me. She seems to think that because I am her son that the Light Lord will cause me problems." He omitted the other reasons she might be less than enthusiastic.

"Well if you have a choice you are more than welcome to room with us. I am sure that Durmstrang will be welcomed in the Slytherin Commons," Blaise said.

Harry gave another barking laugh. "I am from Beauxbatons. Hopefully that doesn't change your opinion of me."

Eyes wide and obviously embarrassed at his assumption Blaise shook his head.

Draco rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak when a house-elf appeared before Harry. It looked beaten and weak, making Harry's stomach turn sour as the pitiful creature gazed up at him with watery eyes.

"Master Hadrian is being summoned. Master Hadrian must go to Blue Foyer. Dobby takes Master Hadrian now."

Glancing around the room, Harry could not catch a glimpse of his Mother. Assuming she had summoned him to meet the Dark Lord Harry nodded to the house-elf that was shaking in fear of denial.

"Lead the way, elf," he commanded after saying a quick goodbye and making promises to keep in touch throughout the week.

Harry followed the elf through several hallways and watched as the guests slowly started to dissipate until there was no one left, but him and the elf. At last they stopped in front of a tall oak door.

Bowing so low that his nose brushed the floor, the elf snapped his fingers and the door creaked opened slowly. Walking into the room Harry realized that it was empty and turned to ask the elf where his mother was when the oak door shut with click. Moving forward the doorknob gave a spark of pain that raced up his arm when Harry tried to open it.

Suddenly the air got thick and heavy. The magic was so abundant that it made Harry's eye lids droop and his body shake.

"Hello Mister Potter."

A/N: Well another chapter done! Sorry it is not as long as the last one. Most of the chapters will vary in length although I typically prefer to give my readers longer chapters. Oh well! Like I said earlier I will try to have an update every Thursday and that's all that matters.

Thank you once more for reading! I hope you enjoyed it despite the fact that there was not nearly as much Voldemort in it than planned though the next chapter should have plenty of Dark Lord for everyone.

Also I hope you enjoyed my Harry. I wanted to make him a teenager and though I have him acting very mature with Circe I feel like he would be much more friendly with people his own age, especially if they don't interfere with his lessons! I just didn't want the typical cold angsty Harry that most stories portray although I promise that Harry will be in here, just not yet.

Lastly I loved hearing your opinions on Harry being a Light Lord, Dark Lord, Grey Lord ect. I think I have an idea on where I am going with it though I love reading what you guys think… so feel free to leave a comment about your preference or the chapter. I love reading them :)

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