hey so i adopted this from yaoi fangirl0707.

Warning: Necromancy, Dark, bored, apathetic Harry! OC, Slash, Blood, soul and death magic.

Disclaimer: only chapter 9 and counting will souly be mine before that, will belong to yaoi fangirl0707 with some edit's i made to fit with my plot.

Chapter One

Hadrian… was annoyed.

Harry decided to go by Hadrian from now on and only allow certain people to call him by his name. The Potter's have ruined his love for the name. He see's now why Tommy boy changed his like he did.

The two older Potters had been dragging their three children for hours in Diagon Alley to get their shopping done. Iris was bouncing around excitedly, happy to finally go to the magical school their parents and uncles had told them so much about. Hadrian on the other hand, sulkily followed them. Only Alexander's presence prevented him from tearing his hair out in frustration and boredom.

He had decided to stay with the Potters, true, but that did not mean his boredom would suddenly go away. The only thing he was happy about was that he would be able to see Alex and Remus more often than if he left to go to Merlin knew where. The fondness he felt for the two of them baffled him. It was kind of the same fondness he had held for his children and little Teddy. Except he actually cared.

Hadrian was going to find a way to find Tommy one way or another. He knew of a ritual that could work on giving the man his body back, but not only was it dark, which he couldn't care less about, but to have a better outcome, it had to be done during Samhain. Unfortunately, he would be at Hogwarts and Tommy boy would most likely – if the timeline followed the other one – already be at Hogwarts.

For now, he would have to find how much of his powers he could use without them backfiring on his human body. He would not delude himself into thinking that just because he was already very knowledgeable and had lots of experience he would suddenly be able to access them. He had to train his fragile pathetic human body first to make sure it did not go boom from magical overload or some such bullshit. Moreover, he had to train his body into being able to channel all that power. After all, an Immortal's power was very much different from a mere mortal's.

With an annoyed sigh, Hadrian trailed behind the other three Potters as they entered Ollivanders' wand shop, Alex's hand held in his. The little shop was like he remembered it to be; dark and dusty, with stacks upon stacks of boxes piled everywhere in an orderly messy way.

"Good morning," a voice called from a shadowed corner, making everyone jump in surprise. Hadrian scowled lightly. His skills had to be really subpar if the old wand maker had been able to sneak up on him. Hopefully it would not take too long for him to acquire back his skills and abilities or else he would have to wait really long before he could find Tom. He would not allow that mortal to so much as underestimate him! Yes, Hadrian was really self-centered and vain but even he knew that if he wanted the man to work with him, he would have to impress him. He was going to work with him; not only did the Dark side seem much more entertaining but Tom was too. And like hell he would be another of Tommy boy's minions!

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Ollivanders," Lily greeted back uneasily.

"Lily Potter nee Evans," said the man as he watched her with wide, pale eyes. " Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Yes, yes. Nice wand for charms work. I hope it is serving you well still."

"Oh… Um, yes. Very well, thank you," Lily laughed uncomfortably. It baffled her how the man still remembered her wand even after all these years. She let out a silent sigh of relief when the odd man shifted his eyes to her husband.

"James Potter. Eleven inches. Made of mahogany. Pliable. A little more powerful and excellent for transfiguration. Yes, yes…" Ollivanders then turned to the children. Iris let out a squeak and shifted uncomfortably. "I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Iris and Hadrian Potter." He looked down at the youngest with his wide eyes. "Alexander Potter. Unfortunately too young for a wand yet. Well, then!" He clapped his hands, turning to the counter and taking out a wand. "Lady's first!" Iris moved forward after an encouraging gesture from her parents. "Mahogany, dragon heartstring, eleven inches. Go on. Give it a try." No sooner had she touched the wand than it was snatched from her hands. "No, no, no," he mumbled as he got another wand from a box. Iris turned a wary eye to her mother who smiled at her reassuringly. "Let's try this one; nine and a half inches, unicorn hair, willow." As she waved the wand, small red and gold sparks flew from the tip. "Well done. Well done."

James and Lily clapped, though James had a small frown on his face as he watched his wife happily congratulate and hug their daughter. Hadrian went forward as the wand maker gestured him over. "Now, for the young Mr. Potter. Which is your wand arm?"

"My right," he replied slowly, wondering why he had not asked Iris the same question.

"Hold out your hand," said Ollivanders and he started taking measurements just like how he had done in the other world.

"Mum, why is he doing that with Harry but not me," Iris asked her mother, a small whine in her voice.

"I don't know, sweetie. He did not do this for me too. Maybe it's because Harry's a boy, who knows?" Lily whispered back to her daughter as they watched Hadrian. James, standing beside them, frowned even more as he alternated between watching his son and the two Potter females.

'What the hell?' he thought. 'I need to talk to Sirius. There's no way mum could have been right…'

"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches, nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave." Hadrian sighed, knowing that if it was like in the other world, it was going to take a while before he got his wand. Flexing his small childish fingers, he grabbed the wand… which promptly exploded in his hand. Iris and Lily let out shrieks as James startled and Alexander hid behind his father.

Hadrian let out a small cough, watching in fascination as a small puff of black smoke appeared out of his mouth. Ollivanders grabbed the destroyed wand, staring at the boy with a certain alertness that had not been there before. It disappeared before anyone notice and he went back to his cheery self.

"Definitely not," he murmured and got another wand out. "How about this? Oak, thirteen and a half inches and phoenix tail." Hadrian warily grabbed the wand. He was a little surprised he had to admit. He had never heard of a wand exploding in someone's hand before. Maybe it had something to do with him no longer being mortal… No sooner had the wand touched his hand than he yelped and let it go. The wood had gone a dark red and as it touched the floor, it burst into ashes.

"Riiiiight," he drawled slowly. "I don't think that's my wand."

"No, no. It was not," Ollivanders murmured as he went to a large stack of boxes. Wand after wand was tried and each was one way or another destroyed.

"Maybe Harry's so weak that he can't get a wand," Iris snickered.

"Don't be mean, Iris," Lily chided gently. "I am sure your brother will find his wand. Or maybe he is not suited for one," she murmured the last bit.

James could only shake his head and watch in wonder as his son did something that had been unheard of before; his magic was so powerful that they overwhelmed the wands! He debated whether he should inform Albus about this before deciding otherwise. The old headmaster would most likely try to keep his son under his control. Oh, he knew Albus had good intentions but he had no desire to turn his little boy into a pawn for when Voldemort came back. He would keep this little titbit of information to himself and would even let his wife and daughter think that Hadrian was weak if it would help keep him safe, if for a little while. Maybe his mother had been wrong after all. Hadrian was also Lily's son and he seemed so powerful…

"Oh, yes, yes. I have something in the backroom that will most likely fit nicely," said Ollivanders as he gazed down at Hadrian shrewdly. "Come with me, young Mr. Potter." After a quick look at the others, Hadrian followed the odd man into another room behind the counter. It was small and dark; a bubbling cauldron was simmering over a fire and many magical objects were scattered around, most of which even he had no idea what they could be. "Let's try this one, Mr. Potter," said Ollivanders as he handed the boy a new wand that he had gotten while Hadrian was distracted.

With a sigh, he seized the piece of wood… and gasped as a roaring power travelled through his body. A firework of colours attacked their visions. Ollivanders regarded Hadrian with an unknown look in his eyes that made even the immortal feel uncomfortable.

"What?" Hadrian finally asked, unable to stand the silence and the sudden scrutiny any longer.

"This, Mr. Potter," the odd man started, "is a very special wand. Made of Ash wood; excellent for promoting brain power, helps in communication, intelligence, wisdom, and promotes curiosity. It also protects against unwanted change and brings balance to the mind. The core is of aqua aura, a crystal quartz. I usually never use them to make wands. It helps you become a new person by freeing you from limitation and can heal and cleanse your aura. Fourteen inches, not the longest wand possible, but a very powerful wand indeed. This tells me that though your character is not lacking, you should be open for change. Be proud Mr. Potter, for this is the strongest wand I have ever made."

Hadrian was not sure about how he was supposed to feel with this new information. Was there something wrong with him that needed to be cleansed or what…?

A woman of no distinguished age dressed in a black dress of the finest material drifted along dark corridors lit by only a few scattered floating green flames. Her long mid-back white hair flowed behind her and her purple eyes hardened in determination as she entered a room. The sight that met her would have made her sigh if not for her usual perfect poise.

A man dressed in the lightest white robes ever seen before that they practicly glowed was standing in front of a white fire, his emerald eyes fixedly staring at the image of a young eleven year old boy with a striking resemblance to himself sleeping in a large bed. The man had shoulder-length charcoal black hair pulled into a low ponytail by a black ribbon; his body was tall and lithe, not unlike the woman.

"Observing his every move is not going to make him remember," said the woman softly, her tone chastising if slightly worried.

The man merely glanced at her before he turned back to the white flames. "I know," said he. "I just want to be ready in case he needs me."

"Fate and Destiny are watching over him, Death," the woman sighed. "You know he needs to go through this alone. What else can you do but wait? Watching him like this will only make you even more worried and anxious."

Death rounded on his companion. "What do you want me to do? Abandon him like I did when He betrayed us? He is my brother! I can't do that!"

"But you did not abandon him!"

"He was hurt, Life! Hurt! And I did nothing to help him when he needed me most. It is as much my fault my own brother is in this situation as it is His!"

"Don't say that!" Life cried in distress. "It was not your fault! How could you have known that His betrayal would affect Dark so much?"

"They were partners! If something like this had happened between us, either of us would have been affected. I thought… I thought that he would just pull through on his own… that it did not matter because he is Dark."

Life's eyes softened. She touched her companion's sleeve lightly and said softly, "we all made the same mistake. You are not sorely to blame if you so wish to blame someone. We all thought, the twins and I, that Dark being who he is would get over it by himself… and we all focused on the fact that He is my brother. We never thought that he could be hurting so… How could we? We never knew they were lovers."

"But we should have known, Life," said Death softly. "I should have known…"

"Death," a new voice interrupted the heavy silence that had descended upon the two immortals. Turning, they found two identical women, if not for their different colourings, standing in front of the door. They were both dressed in dresses similar to Life, except one was in red and the other in dark purple, both of the same shade of their respective hair. Two pairs of identical black eyes stared at Life and Death before drifting to the white flame, still showing the sleeping boy.

"What is it, Fate? Destiny?" asked Death, his voice devoid of all emotions, very unlike how it was when previously talking with the white-haired immortal.

"Father has been wondering why you have not been attending to your duties," said Destiny, the purple-haired woman.

"Why don't you go?" asked Fate in a gentler tone of voice than her twin. "Destiny and I shall be watching over Dark. We shall inform you of anything of importance happening."

Death stared at the two of them, his eyes as hard as diamond, before they softened and he gave a weary sigh. "Fine. I shall be expecting news from you if anything happens." With that, he glided from the room, leaving the three women along. With a nod of acknowledgement, tainted with gratitude, Life also left the room to attend to her own duties. The two women turned to the white flames.

"Have courage, Dark," said Fate, her voice ringing like bells.

"We are watching over you," added Destiny.

In another dimension, Hadrian Potter slept peacefully, blissfully unaware.

Hadrian could not be any more excited when September 1st finally arrived. True, he could spend some time with his little baby brother and even got to see Remus a few times, but he had been so bored. Nothing really interesting came up and sometimes he even regretted going to another universe because of the lack of entertainment. He did pass the time training his pathetic human body in channeling his magic but it became boring really fast.

The manor just had to be in the middle of nowhere so he couldn't even entertain himself by cursing mortals. He wasn't about to curse his family well maybe the two females, mudbloods don't deserve the magic they got.

Maybe he could look into that?

On the morning of September first, while the other Potters ran around the manor getting ready, Hadrian cuddled on the couch in the floo room with Alexander. He was going to miss the little mortal. How he became so fond of the toddler was beyond him, but it was not like he really cared to find a reason.

"Hawwy, don't go," Alex sniffed as he hugged his older brother around the waist.

"It won't be long, baby," Hadrian nuzzled the toddler's cheek. "I'll even smuggle something from school for you, if you want." Alex immediately perked up staring at his brother with wide excited eyes that made Hadrian wonder if he was going to regret saying that.

"Weally!?"

"Sure," said the older raven-haired boy, his voice slightly apprehensive. "What do you want me to bring for you?"

"Unicorn!" the toddler chirped happily. Hadrian deadpanned.

"I hardly think I can actually smuggle a unicorn from school," he commented drily. Alex's eyes teared up. The immortal flinched and panicked. "Wah! Don't cry, baby! Don't! How about sweets? Sweets are good, right? I'll even sneak out of school and buy you some just for you!" Alexander whimpered. "Fine! Fine! I'll bring you a unicorn!" Hadrian finally cried.

The toddler stared up at his brother with wide innocent eyes. "Pwomise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now don't cry!"

"Okay," Alexander's eyes miraculously dried up.

"You just manipulated me, didn't you," said Hadrian quite calmly. His brother blinked innocently at him, making the older boy groan and drop his head in his hand. 'I can't believe a toddler, a mere mortal at that, has just manipulated me.' He hit himself on the forehead. 'What in the name of the seven pits of hellutopia have I just agreed to?' As he saw the other three Potters enter the room, he mentally added with a silent whimper, 'and I can't believe I'm actually going to do it!'

"Alright, children!" exclaimed James happily. "We are going to meet your uncles Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail at the station. Your mother will apparate with Alex and the three of us will go through the floo, alright."

Though Hadrian was not happy with leaving his baby brother with the mudblood, he knew that he could not exactly say anything if he did not want to make them suspicious of him. He had to be careful until he could get in contact with Tom and be actually strong enough if he ever had to fight. Thus, Hadrian only gave a nod and stood up, helping Alexander from the couch, before going to James.

"Remember, be clear when you say where you want to go," James instructed as he gave Iris some floo powder. "Don't breathe in if you don't want to inhale ash and keep your arms and head close to your body. Also keep your eyes shut, if you don't want to get dizzy."

"We know, dad!" whined Iris. "Can we go already? We are going to miss the train!"

Lily chuckled as she picked up Alex who had wandered to her. "Don't worry, sweetie. There's still a good half an hour before the train leaves for Hogwarts."

James frowned slightly, but his expression cleared quickly and he said, "well go on then. And remember, the address is Kings cross Station, London."

"I know, dad," Iris rolled her eyes and tossed the powder in the fireplace, before jumping in and the other Potters could hear her yell the address.

"We'll meet you at the station then," Lily said to her husband before she left the room to go to apparate outside the apparition wards.

James raked his hand through his hair, shaking his head before turning to his older son with a weary smile. "Here, Harry," said he as he handed the immortal some floo powder.

Hadrian thanked him absent-mindedly before flooing to the station, missing James' smile turning fond.

As the immortal turned eleven year old stepped out of the floo, miraculously only stumbling slightly instead of falling on his face as usual, he was assaulted by a flurry of noises and sights. The platform 9 ¾ was full of parents and students alike, but he could also see a group of reporters surrounding a very familiar woman with a young boy he would have recognized anywhere. Questions and flashes of camera were fired at the pair and Hadrian could not be more thankful of no longer being the Boy-Who-Lived.

Behind him the fireplace flared up and James stepped out. Iris ran to them from where she had been excitedly staring at the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the young celebrity. Their father vanished soot from the three's clothes as he listened to his daughter's excited rambling of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"- and I can't believe we're going to be in the same year!" Hadrian heard Iris finish with a squeal.

"Don't forget, Iris, that he's still a young boy," James told her as they made their way to his three friends. He could see Sirius waving like an over-excited puppy from where he was. "There is no need for you to remind him of the day his parents were killed by asking insensitive questions; like, oh I don't know, his scar."

"Yes, yes," Iris rolled her eyes. "But still, he's the Boy-Who-Lived! Oh! Padfoot!"

James sighed, shaking his head as the little girl tackle-hugged his best friend. He had not realized just how much he had spoilt his daughter until he had really taken the time to think about it after the day they had gone to Diagon Alley for the twins' school shopping. Since that day he could not help getting frustrated and slightly annoyed at his daughter's attitude, and sometimes even Lily's.

Oh, he loved them. Of course he did but Iris was like a spoilt brat. She demanded so many things from Lily and him, and when she got them, many were left unused. When she did not get her way, she threw a temper tantrum worthy of a – as he loathed to think it – Malfoy brat! Even he, himself, had not been like this and he had been quite spoilt in his youth by his parents too.

And then there was Lily… Truthfully, before that day at Diagon Alley, he had never really seen anything bad with her, and he had to admit, he had been quite blind. How could he have renounced his heritage like that? She had brought her muggle views in his home, freeing the house-elves that had been in his family for generations the moment she had entered Potter manor. The poor elves… not only was a free elf shunned in the elven society but house elves needed to be bonded to wizards to remain alive. After all these years they should have already suffered a horribly painful death. At that time he had tried to explain to Lily, but she had refused to hear anything, wanting to free them from 'slavery', as she had said. He had been too afraid of incurring his wife's wrath to say anything after that. Lily had a nasty temper and could hold a grudge for years. Without them, they had been forced to use only a few rooms to make it easier to clean.

Freeing the elves was only the tip of the iceberg. They started to celebrate the muggle holidays at the manor, instead of the wizarding ones, something James had only done when he had been at Hogwarts, which in turn had been done to keep the muggle born and muggle-raised half-bloods happy. Having been brought up as a pureblood, James knew the meaning and importance of celebrating the wizarding holidays, but again, to please Lily, he had had to stop.

There were so many other things that were wrong that he had once turned a blind eyes on before, like how she acted when they were invited to pureblood parties – which he had to admit became rarer as the years went by. She had no knowledge of their traditions and made no effort trying to learn them. She simply dismissed them.

In the last weeks he had been wondering more and more if his mother had been right after all about what she had told him right before he proposed to Lily…

A fond look entered his eyes as he watched Remus and his son hug. Ah, his Hadrian was another person he had found himself reflecting upon often these days. Before that day he had always thought the boy to be like any other child, if slightly on the shy side, but oh, how wrong he had been! His little boy was far from normal. He was powerful; after all who else had ever magically overwhelmed a wand like he had done before?

James often caught the boy practicing his magic. He was sure Hadrian did not even know about all those times James had seem him using his magic; and wandlessly even, which was unheard of in itself.

Hadrian also seemed to hold a great fondness and protectiveness for James' youngest. The older Potter often found the two together. Oh, he had always known his older son was very much fond of Alexander, but before he had never really notice the possessive and protective glint in the boy's eyes when they rested on the youngest Potter. They sometimes even made James pause in slight alarm. Was it normal for a child to be so… possessive of his own brother?

Another thing that gave him pause was how he sometimes caught a hint of disgust in Hadrian's eyes when they caught sight of Lily. James did not know why, but this action made him more and more certain of what his mother had told him all those years before.

Was Lily – and the other muggleborns – really a descendent of muggles that had made a deal with the devil himself to have power like theirs, the magicals? If so, why was Hadrian so powerful while Iris was as weak as Dorea Potter, James's mother, had warned him his children with a muggleborn would be? And also, did Hadrian know?

… If so, how?