Thanks to Kyouki no kitsune for helping write this story.


The fact that Hadrian Black is a powerful wizard could be easily seen. One could almost feel the magical power that seemed to radiate off him. The first years had already been given a sneak peek to his magical prowess when he banished Peeves from the ante-chamber shortly before the sorting ceremony. Banishing ghosts is a hard thing in itself, there was a special division among the wizarding law enforcement trained to handle magical creatures and things like ghosts. But that a mere first year already wielded that power amazed the first years acquainted with magic since birth. Even the muggleborns could understand that what he did was amazing. The fact that he did it silently was something that some of the first years did not miss.

Daphne suspected that Hadrian was a very talented wizard and far more advanced than the first years, maybe even more than most senior students. These suspicions were planted of course by the way he handled Peeves magically and the fact that he had the nerve to verbally dress down Albus Dumbledore… In front of the whole student body no less.

Hearing him talk about his 'lack of prowess' in transfiguration at breakfast, that first school day, had her hopes up that at least in one thing, Hadrian didn't surpass the average first year in talent and ability.

Oh boy was she mistaken….


The transfiguration class room was filled with rows of long tables beside each other facing a desk. At every table four students could sit. Alongside the wall, cages were displayed with animals in them that would be used in later years. Daphne, Tracey, Blaise and Hadrian decided to pick their own table in the middle of the classroom. On the desk at the front, they spotted a cat sitting casually as if waiting for something.

Hadrian upon seeing cat commented that it was probably Professor McGonagall in animagus form, when Tracey asked him why he suspected it he just shrugged "All other animals are caged, why would this one be walking around free? Only Filch has a cat in Hogwarts as far as I'm aware". Tracey could hit herself from stupidity.

Once all the students had arrived and were seated, the cat jumped off the desk and transformed in mid-air to Professor McGonagall eliciting gasps from many first years.

"10 points for Slytherin for recognising me in my animagus form Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall said once the gasping finally stopped. "Could you explain how you discovered it Mr Potter?"

Hadrian's face fell behind an emotionless mask and drawled in a dead calm voice "Mr. Black deduced it because of a bad doorstep memory… Professor."

The other first years were confused by his answer, clearly expecting an academic explanation. Professor McGonagall recognised the underlining meaning in the sentence and quickly started her speech about the arts of transfiguration. During her speech she transfigured her desk into a living pig, again drawing many gasps and whisperings of bewilderment at the skill shown before them. Yet Hadrian's face kept void of emotion, clearly not impressed by the demonstration of the Professor.

"Mr. Po-Black why aren't you transfiguring your matchstick into a needle?" Professor McGonagall asked while quickly correcting how she addressed him when she saw the narrowing of Hadrian's eyes.

It was halfway through the class time and McGonagall had spotted him helping his friends while not touching his matchstick. He just was sitting back and correcting his friends in their wand movements or pronunciation from time to time.

They were making progress, unlike the other fellow classmates. Which caused McGonagall to finally spur into action.

"I already did it Professor and I just reversed the transfiguration"

McGonagall's eyebrows shot up, "Could you demonstrate Mr. Black?" Professor McGonagall asked clearly not believing him.

Hadrian just shrugged and pointed his wand at the matchstick in front of him and it changed to a needle, he waited a few seconds and then had the needle change back into the matchstick.

McGonagall was clearly taken aback with what he did, as were some of the other first years nearby "No wand movement and incantation. Remarkable Mr. Black, very advanced."

Hadrian just shrugged. " Thank you "

"20 points for Slytherin for a correct transfiguration without wand movement or incantation. I hope you will keep amazing me in your transfiguration Mr. Black." McGonagall stated and walked off to help Goyle and Crabbe whose matchsticks hadn't even changed slightly yet.

Daphne raised an eyebrow and eyed Hadrian curiously. "Clearly you are not as 'rubbish' in transfiguration as you claimed during breakfast Hadrian. I wonder how good you are at other subjects."

He just gave a small smile "We shall see Daphne."


The first years Slytherins were gathered outside of potions classroom, waiting for the Ravenclaws and their potions teacher, Severus Snape, to arrive. As before the Slytherins were split off. Draco and his group to one side, and Hadrian's group on the other side. With those unaffiliated to a particular group standing separate from either.

Hadrian could feel the tension growing between the two groups. Malfoy every once in a while gave him an angry look, most likely due to his claim on the Black Family and his growing friendship with Daphne. He expected a confrontation between him and Malfoy soon, probably at a public space with a large crowd, like diner.

Hadrian's musings were broken off with the arrival of the Ravenclaws and Snape. Snape opened the door and ushered them quickly inside. Hadrian felt very uncomfortable in the presence of Snape, not as most students do due to fear, but more because he knew of Snape's involvement with his parent's murder. He had spent his time waiting outside of the potions classroom to strengthen his occlumency, so as to hopefully not lose his temper if Snape decided to annoy him.

Hadrian took a seat next to Daphne and waited for the rest of the class to sit down. Once everyone was seated Snape started his speech on how amazing potions are. While Hadrian understood that potions are valuable tools to master and use, he found the speech Snape gave a little over the top. 'I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death' like really? A Potions Master could do this, but no ordinary Hogwarts student.

Snape picked up a scroll containing all the student names and checked who was present. When he came to the name Potter, looked up and stared at Hadrian. The Potion Master stared intently at Hadrian with his black eyes void of any emotion, as if he was sizing him up. Hadrian barely acknowledged him, he was no Potter but a Black, and if they refuse to call him by his real name then he will refuse to listen to them.

"Ahhh Mr. Potter, our celebrity and he says the heir to two very prominent families." Snape sneered at Hadrian.

"I wonder where his heir rings are at though. Maybe he doesn't have them or maybe he is an insolent little brat who seeks attention."

The whole class turned silent except one blond ponce who was sniggering. Hadrian just ignored him and everybody else, looking at his nails examining them. He tried to give up an air of nonchalance.

It was silent in the potions room as the seconds passed by, Snape silently fuming more with every second Hadrian didn't answer. Snape had finally had enough and stalked forward to his desk, placing his hands on the desk and leaning threatingly forward.

"I asked you a question." He enouciated slowly, his voice quiet like a venomous snake waiting coiled and ready to strike.

Hadrian finally looked up, staring back up without blinking or flinching into those black eyes.

"You asked Mr. Potter a question professor" He said politely in a deceptively nonchalant voice. "I am not Mr. Potter. I am Hadrian Arcturus Black, so that would be Mr. Black."

"Yet my class list contains a Mr. Potter and not a Mr. Black. Line theft is a very dangerous thing Mr Potter, we wouldn't want anything to happen to our celebrity."

It was silent for a minute, before Hadrian spoke up. "Professor are you a Black?"

"Of course not Potter, don't be ridiculous" Snape sneered while giving a look that indicated the silent question 'are you stupid?'

"Then you would do yourself a favour by not interfering with business of houses that are not your own, Blacks don't like meddling fools nosing around in their business." Hadrian said in that dangerously calm voice.

"Why you arrogant prat…" Snape started but Hadrian interrupted firmly when he stood up to face Snape, he had finally lost his patience. "Before you finish that sentence professor, insulting and/or threatening members of ancient pureblood is very frowned upon professor. Especially when that member is a Black, not many people survived insulting Blacks."

"We wouldn't want anything happening to you Professor, do we? The Blacks didn't like losing the son and his wife of Dorea Potter-Black. Particularly because they couldn't retaliate against that little bird who tattled about that interesting poem right?" Hadrian's face turned vicious with eyes full of suppressed anger, so much anger and rage that even Snape stepped back a little as self preservation instincts kicked in.

Snape's face turned even more pale when the words sunk into him. The Blacks knew he spread the prophesy, and even though James Potter didn't have the Black surname, he did have Black blood flowing through his veins through his mother.

It was a very quiet Potions lesson after that.


It was at diner that first school day, that the pieces on the chess set were moved for the first time.

Hadrian was enjoying his diner with his little group, where he of course was bombarded with questions about his magical education before Hogwarts. Because with no doubt he already spent a lot of time using magic. Wordless casting is not easy, it requires a lot of focus and intent and that is normally not found in your ordinary 11 year old wizard.

A cold voice behind Hadrian interrupted him and his friends in their conversation "Potter the Headmaster wants to speak to you after dinner." He turned around and saw Snape standing there, looking at him with disgust, but if you looked carefully you could see something lying underneath, fear.

Hadrian internally smirked, of course Snape would be afraid to learn that he was not on friendly terms with the Blacks, having had plenty of acquaintances with Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black when he was still a death eater.

What probably scares him the most is that Bellatrix Lestrange currently is out free. After the fall of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix was captured at the raid on Longbottom Manor. At her trial she was cleared of all charges because Arcturus Black, the Head of house Black showed the Wizemgamot that Bellatrix was the victim to a blood contract. A blood contract is a magical marriage contract where the wife loses all free will and is forced to obey the wishes of her husband. Arcturus discovered the existence of this contract when he searched through the possessions of Cygnus Black, the father of Bellatrix, after he died in 1979.

Arcturus knew of a marriage contract between Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, but he was deceived by Cygnus and Walburga Black as he did not know it was a blood contract and not a regular marriage contract. Arcturus could have dissolved the contract immediately in 1979 through his Head of House rights, but he feared the consequences for Bellatrix if the contract broke while she was amidst death eaters and the Dark Lord. Arcturus constructed the plan to use the contract to clear Bellatrix of all Death Eater charges if ever the Dark Lord would fall. Bellatrix's trial after the fall of Voldemort in 1981 was the perfect opportunity.

Unfortunately for the DLME and fortunately for many ex-Death Eater still on free foot, Bellatrix's memory and knowledge could not be used to imprison known and unknown death eaters. Her memories and knowledge could be tempered with due to her blood contract and were therefore not usable as credible evidence in court.

The years after the clearance of Bellatrix were hard for Arcturus. Bellatrix was not the Bellatrix from before the contract. The fact that she had to do terrible things and she couldn't do anything to stop herself from doing it, took a number on her. Eventually it became too much and she grew insane. And this very insane Bellatrix is what Arcturus took into his home. Years of hard work and mental help has caused Bellatrix to calm down, but she still suffers from mood changes. At some moments she is the cool and collected Bellatrix from before the war, feared among Slytherin house for her cunning, intelligence and mostly magical prowess. At other moments she is her insane, almost childish version.

"It is my right to demand the presence of my magical guardian at meetings with the headmaster, as my magical guardian currently is unavailable for some time, I have to decline the summoning of the headmaster Professor." Hadrian turned around implying that the conversation was done.

Snape was internally seething, the brat was showing him disrespect by turning around and ending the conversation without even waiting for his answer yet he could do nothing as he did not do anything wrong. Unable to act about it, Snape marched away with his signature billowing cloak.

Hadrian could see that Snape walked up to Dumbledore, spoke a few words to him and walked away to take his seat at the head table. Dumbledore didn't look pleased that Hadrian rejected his summoning, but he knew that Hadrian was well in his right to demand the presence of his magical guardian.

Hadrian was about to start up his conversation with his friends again, when he was yet again interrupted from diner. This time by a little annoying ponce.

"My father heard about your little proclamation Potter. The Wizemgamot already has planned your trial, the prophet is already informed."

Hadrian turned around and saw the little blond ponce called Malfoy standing behind him while smirking with his two goons Crabbe and Goyle. Out of the corner of his eye he saw many of the other students starting to watch the upcoming row and Hadrian was more than willing to give it to them.

Hadrian stood up and faced Malfoy entirely "ahh, ferret faced and blond. With a touch of arrogance and a delusion of self-importance. Topped off with a grand idea of blood superiority. You have to be a Malfoy don't you."

Malfoy turned a bit red with anger and decided to hit with a low blow immediately. "Don't talk to me like that you filthy half blood. You have no right to speak about me like that with your filthy mudblood mother."

Hadrian could hear gasps through the Great hall, everybody speaks about the Potters with praise. They died saving their child, how could anybody speak bad about them after they displayed that kind of devotion for their child? Apparently, one blond moron could.

He was little bit saddened with the absolute lack of tact and cunning in Malfoy. 'If this is the average Slytherin I am saddened what became of Salazar's house,' Hadrian thought. 'Why can't the Slytherins be a little more like Daphne?... Wait where did that come from?'

"Please tell me Malfoy, what do you know about the founding of your house?"

Malfoy scoffed "What does that have to do with your half-blood mudblood mother?"

Hadrian just smirked. "Everything" and then he turned around to face the Slytherin table. "Daphne could you please indulge us about the founding of House Malfoy?"

If Daphne was surprised that she was drawn into the conversation, she didn't give any notice "House Malfoy is a broken off branch of the Balroy House. A very ancient French noble house. Somewhere around 1060 a Balroy family member named Abraxus joined forces with William the Conqueror and helped him in his struggle for the English throne. When William the Conqueror finally sat upon his throne he awarded Abraxus lands and nobility and Abraxus, took the opportunity and broke off with his family and founded his own house; House Malfoy. Reasons as to why he founded his own house is unknown. All we know that as last parting shot, the Head of House Balroy at the time invoked an old law where the Head of the original house could name the broken off branch and named Abraxus' house; House Malfoy. Meaning bad faith.

Hadrian smiled and inclined his head in thanks. "Thank you Daphne." He spun around and faced the students who were listening intently, "You must be wondering why I want you to know this."

"You see" Hadrian continued "Abraxus Balroy, like almost all Balroy family members, had brown hair and green eyes. His wife, another Balroy family member, Fleur Balroy had the same features.. Yet all Malfoy offspring have blond hair and grey eyes. Makes you wonder how right? Because we all know that the child of magical parents, always receives some of the appearance of his/her parents"

"Well let me explain. Abraxus got wounded fighting a English wizard during the Battle of Hastings. He received treatment by a young muggle healer girl, needlessly to say, Abraxus became enthralled by her and he took her as his mistress. Not something uncommon in that day and age. Yet what many do not know, is that he fell in love with her. And after times and times that his wife failed to produce an heir, he eventually discovered that his wife was barren. Abraxus decided to get his child through other means, he decided to have a child with his mistress, the muggle girl and promised to her that her child would become the heir to the Malfoy family."

"One and a half year later a child was born, with blond hair and silver eyes to Abraxus Malfoy and his muggle mistress. This child was declared heir to the Malfoy House. The heir of the Malfoy House was born to Abraxus Malfoy and a muggle woman! In this little blond 'pureblood' ponce beside me, flows muggle blood, it's house foundation was part-muggle!" Hadrian ended, while smirking. He could see the effects immediately, all muggleborns and muggle raised students were asking others what this meant, while the magical raised were discussing this heatedly amongst themselves.

This reveal, if legitimate, would cause a lot of political waves. The Malfoy house was the leader of the Pureblood block in the Wizemgamot, this story could well mean that they lose their grip and are ejected from it.

Malfoy beside him was gaping like a fish, not knowing how to answer. His plan to discredit Potter had taken a 180 degree turn and now he had lost all his face in front of the students. In his shock he forgot to ask the million galleon question, proof?

Luckily for Malfoy or maybe unluckily for him, that question got asked as a 7th year Hufflepuff rose to her feet and demanded with loud and clear voice, "What is your prove to this fanciful story Potter?"

Hadrian turned to face the Hufflepuff and saw her change her hair colour from pink to matt black. The hair colour associated with the Black Family. Hadrian couldn't help but smile. 'So this is Nymphadora Tonks… Black whatever,' he mused.

This open humiliation of the Malfoy family was anything but a coincidence, this was carefully orchestrated. Arcturus had promised him that the only Black family member at Hogwarts would aid him. He had never seen her before, but he was told that she was a metamorphmagus and he could recognize her with it.

The Great Hall drew quietly again, funnily enough Hadrian realised, he was not stopped by any of the teachers in his public 'bashing'. 'How interesting' Hadrian mused. 'Dumbledore and his staff probably don't mind me curbing the Malfoy power as Lucius Malfoy has troubled them for a long time'

All students started to face him again and clearly wanted to hear how he was going to prove it. He could see that many of the purebloods were paying more attention than at the start of the row.

Hadrian turned away from Nymphadora, but not before seeing her giving him a wink, and started to address the hall. "Abraxus Malfoy knew that he alone could not attempt his mass cover-up, so he employed help. Yet he did not know that the one person he employed was in the pocket of another man, instead of destroying all evidence of Abraxus' cover up, he kept them and gave them to Angvald Black. And those very documents are currently safe, as they have been for 800 years, in the hands of the Black family, awaiting to be used to destroy the Malfoy family."

Hadrian graced his face with a vicious smirk and hard eyes. "Any people interested in those documents, write to the Black Family. The Malfoy Family has plagued this world long enough." Hadrian turned around to the Malfoy moron. "Your father might have slithered his way out of punishment from the Ministry, but the Black Family will not forget what he did during the war."

Hadrian spun around and marched out of the Great Hall with billowing cloak, leaving an inwardly smiling 7th year Hufflepuff, and a fearfully looking blond, a concerned headmaster and many astonished students and staff, behind.

Many owls were send to families that night, containing the events of tonight. A political shift was happening, every student with political knowledge could feel it and in the centre of that shift was a black haired eleven-year-old boy.