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Chapter Three

Hadrian landed smoothly with his godfathers as the portkey deposited them outside of the gates to the Black estate in Moscow. He had been woken early that morning with a promise of something shiny if he hurried to dress so they could be off. He had been showered and dressed within half an hour and after breaking their fast quickly with some fruit and honey bread they had shrunk their belongings and been on their way.

Hadrian watched dispassionately as his godfather opened the wards to allow them entrance to the estate. The Moscow home was much different from the sprawling Italian villa that they called home. The estate was smaller but still grand with the entire five miles of it surrounded by a huge stone wall to keep out wild animals and any attackers. The home itself was different as well, it was still grand but instead of a sprawling architecture it looked almost like a small castle in a deep grey stone with high arched windows.

The grounds were covered in a low hedge maze and gardens in front with stables back deep on the property. They were at this home at least once a year and even though it was grand it was also a bit dark for Hadrian's taste. The castle was made of dark stone and had an oppressive air to it that gave him the chills. When they were there he kept the fires constantly burning no matter the time of year just to give the home a slight feeling of warmth. He was glad as they entered the huge front doors, that the home had been scrubbed spotless and even the intricately carved and decorated ceilings shone in the morning light.

While Sirius and Remus headed off to the Lord's study to deal with business and send a missive letting the Krum's know they had arrived, he busied himself with unpacking them and insuring that Thunder had arrived and been settled safely. While he was finishing up tending to his stallion who was distressed from the trip, Sirius came to him.

"Hadrian" his godfather called from the doors to the stables.

"I am here Siri, what do you need?" he questioned as he groomed Thunder.

"I need you to shower and get ready for a late lunch with the Malfoy family. I will be meeting with the dark lord after lunch and I am bringing you with us." His godfather stated as he drew near to the stall.

Hadrian could hear the displeasure in the older mans tone and decided it would be safest to act quickly. Whispering a soft apology to Thunder he put away the curry brush and followed his godfather back to the manor.

"What do I need to wear Sirius?" his voice was soft but the man heard.

"Something nice but it needn't be formal. However you need to bring a formal outfit for this evening in case we are unable to return to the manor before the nights ball."

He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face at that. He loved balls, and the news that they would be attending one that evening was enough to lift his spirits. He noticed the corners of his godfathers mouth twitch as he tried to suppress a grin at Hadrian's reaction. The man knew of his fondness for extravagant events, indeed he had encouraged it the same way he did everything else in Hadrian's life, with gifts and praise.

"What type of ball Sirius?" he was practically vibrating with excitement as his godfather lips twitched again.

"Why your favorite type Hadrian, a masquerade. Victor brought you a gift to wear for it this evening, it is in your chambers."

The words were barely out of the mans mouth when Hadrian took off running for the manor and his chambers. He climbed the stairs easily and flew down the halls as fast as he could to reach his room. As Sirius had said their was a package on his bed that he swiftly worked to unwrap. As the twine opened allowing the brown paper to fall apart he swiftly began looking through the outfit.

The first thing he noticed would likely get him swats later for daring to wear it out of the house but he couldn't help but squeal at the luxurious soft black dragon hide trousers. The scales had an almost iridescent sheen to them which would make the black scales reflect deep indigo blue and emerald green under the right lights. They were spelled to fit him exactly so when he tried them on the dragon hide molded to his frame, fitting almost indecently they were so tight. Sirius was going to flip but Hadrian loved them instantly, they insured every eye in the hall would be on him and he had come to love the attention.

The top was made of black spider silk and was just as tight fitting as the dragon hide trousers and when he lifted his arms a small strip of his lightly muscled abdomen was visible, giving a sensuous and teasing quality to the outfit. Surprisingly, there was no cloak or robe with the outfit, but he didn't mind. The last item in the package had been wrapped separately and he opened it gingerly. He couldn't hold back his gasp of pleasure at what he found inside.

The mask was made of platinum and emeralds, it was shaped to cover from just under his hair line down to just below his lower lash line. The emeralds were set in swirls from the corners of his eyes and there were several carrats of the precious jewel on the mask. Even though he would use a mild sticking charm to keep the mask on it was obviously muggle made as it had rich, black silk ribbons to tie behind his head to hold the mask in place.

It was a work of art and he was intensely happy and grateful to his old friend for the gift, it had to have been expensive. He called for Dutchess to have the garments laundered quickly and packed for him to take with him when they left while he climbed in the shower to get ready to go.

Once out he used a spell Sirius had taught him to turn his mass of riotous curls into slick spirals that fell softly around his face, accentuating his pretty features. He kept his face clean of any products but grabbed his kohl liner and eye shadow and placed both in his bag. Doing his eyes up under his mask later would help to make them pop out and draw attention.

He dressed quickly in a pair of pressed dove grey trousers and an emerald silk button down shirt, finishing off the simple but elegant outfit with a set of polished black ankle boots. Once his outfit for the ball was back from Dutchess he packed it along with a pair of heeled knee high boots and after re-wrapping the mask he placed it in his bag as well, ready to leave. Sirius was almost ready but had Hadrian braid his hair back for him and Remus was dressed and ready as well, though both of them were in full robes instead of his more casual look. They had bags packed with a change of clothes as well.

Once they were all three ready they flooed over to the Krums and from there they all headed to the Malfoy estate in Russia, taking a carriage instead of a more popular form of wizard travel. It took almost a half an hour in the horse pulled carriage duiring which time he professed his thanks repeatedly for the gift from Victor and then they chatted about the new potions monthly that had come out a few days before.

When they arrived at the manor Lord Malfoy, himself, greeted them and led them to the conservatory where the meal was to be served. Hadrian had noticed the way the mans eyes had lingered on him for a moment as well as the flicker of lust in their depths and had to hold back his humor when Victor noticed it as well as the older man stepped in between them and blocked him from the others view causing Remus to glare slightly at the Malfoy Lord.

Hadrian smirked as he followed Victor into the large glass room and over to the large round table waiting for them. Lady Narcissa was waiting for them and when she saw Sirius her cheeks pinked and her eyes lowered in shame. Hadrian barely remembered something from when he had just been with his godfather a short time about Narcissa having been remiss in her duties as a Black and Sirius had been forced to use Damyan to contact Lucius Malfoy to punish her for it. He didn't remember the specifics but he knew that Lord Malfoy had sent proof of her punishment to Sirius as a pensive memory and Sirius had commented that she had needed a healer to recover from her husbands displeasure at the shame she had brought to the Malfoy family name.

He ignored the woman and gazed at the face of the last person in the room, his old school rival Draco Malfoy. He had to admit Draco had grown up handsomely. The pointy faced and pompous young boy had grown to just over six feet and his shoulders had widened deliciously, he was dressed to accentuate his muscular frame and even his slacks hugged his muscular frame. He had grown his slicked back hair out to his shoulders and it hung free and glossy giving him a commanding and confident air. His bluish-grey eyes that used to be the only fault to his mask had hardened and aged, sparking with power.

He was standing with a casual sort of grace that was deceptive, and if Hadrian wasn't so well trained and in tune with magic around him he would have believed it, but he could sense Draco's magic, coiled under his skin like a cobra ready to strike at the swiftest provocation. Those silver grey eyes were almost carressing him and he was forced to suppress the shivers as his hormones reacted to having such a strong and deliciously dark wizard observing him. He knew that while the young Malfoy might be a good bed partner he would never be any more than that. Indeed if he knew how closely they were related he would not be looking at him like that at all.

He did his best to ignore the caressing gaze as they sat and began serving themselves from the dishes at the table. Hadrian quickly insured his godfathers and the Krum men had their drinks and were eating before he bothered to serve himself, he noticed that neither Lucius nor Draco missed this fact. As he ate quietly, listening to the flow of the conversation around him, he registered a wave of the purist, darkest power he had ever felt, tinged with ecstatic joy, sweeping over the room.

Where as the others only had slight shivers, stronger for those more in tune with their dark magic, Hadrian went completely boneless, pleasure racking his body as the dark aura surrounded him and called to his magic, almost carressing him. Within seconds he had climaxed from the feeling alone causing a deep blush to cover his face when he realized what had happened after the power had retreated. Sirius chuckled as he shot a cleaning and freshening charm at him.

"Sirius, what in the name of merlin was that?" he questioned, once the shock had worn off. He noticed that the others at the table were looking at him with barely disguised amusement.

"I could be wrong of course, but I would imagine that was the Dark Lord. What caused him to release his magic like that I have no idea, but your reaction to it was because of the strong connection you hold with your own magic. I would imagine the results would happen to anyone who was as closely connected to their magic as you, but as I have never met or even heard of anyone as connected to magic as you besides the Dark Lord himself, then I have no proof." the older man mused.

Hadrian stayed flush through the rest of the meal and every few minutes a random burst of power would caress him, and he knew that the Dark Lord was doing it on purpose as no one else felt it. After the late meal Hadrian was left with Narcissa while the two Malfoy men and the others went to meet with the Dark Lord in private.

He spent the afternoon helping Lady Malfoy with the last minute preparations for the ball and wondering how Sirius' meeting with the Dark Lord was going. Only once had magic swept through the manor with an angry feel to it and Narcissa had been forced to physically restrain him from attempting to get into Lucius' study to protect his family.

At around five in the evening everyone but Lucius, Sirius and the Dark Lord rejoined them and Hadrian could read the tension on Remus and the Krums faces as he was led to a guest room to get ready for the evening. As expected, Remus tried to forbid him from wearing his outfit but Victor was able to distract the man while Hadrian slipped away. He wandered around until he crossed paths with Draco. The taller boy was dressed in silver with a simple black mask that covered the right side of his face on. His platinum hair had been pulled back in a black ribbon at the base of his neck and he looked rather handsome.

"So Potter, you have certainly changed. How did you go dark?" the older boys voice questioned him.

"Well I was kidnapped by my godfather who is a Black, how do you think I went dark Draco?" his sarcasm slipped out.

"Yes that would explain it. So tell me Hadrian, what have you been up to the past few years, I must admit mocking the other Gryffindors lost its appeal when none of them fought back as well as you did."

"You still holding those horrible school boy rivalries Draco? How pathetic. For your information I spent the last several years learning everything that I should have been raised learning. I have also simply enjoyed myself and my youth without the outside pressure from the world around me. How has Hogwarts been the last few years without me.?"

"Well when you disappeared the Gryffindors wallowed in misery for several months. When Dumbledore was charged and Sirius declared innocent and free they perked up thinking it meant you would come back. By yule they were depressed again and Weasel and Granger had split due to some huge fight. In forth year all of the Drumstrang students and most of the Beauxbatons girls targeted Weasel viciously with pranks and hexes after he openly admitted that he had been ordered to befriend you. My favorite memory of that whole time was Granger hexing him so badly he had to be taken to St Mungoes. It took the healers several hours and days of rehabilitation to set him to rights. That actually caught the eyes of Blasie as the witch had used a couple of dark spells. They have been together since and I believe he plans to bond with her as long as she takes tonight well." The blond informed him as they walked.

Hadrian could hear voices as the first of the guests arrived. "What do you mean as long as she takes tonight well. Surely you don't mean he is bringing Hermione to a death eater ball?" Hadrian asked shocked. If Blaise was bringing Hermione then he could see her for the first time in years. He had missed his smart friend.

"Yes, your little Granger has become quite the dark witch. The Dark Lord has ordered Blaise to bring her to the ball tonight and if she responds favorably he plans to offer her a place with the Death Eaters once she comes of age." the blond smirked.

Hadrian was almost bouncing with joy as he followed the taller blond wizard through the house. He could hear that the orchestra for the ball had started playing and most of the guests had arrived by the time the were on the other side of the ballroom doors. With one last smirk at Draco he placed his mask on and slipped through the doors in search of his godfather. It didn't take him long to locate the magical signature of his godfather, he found the man standing in a tight group with several powerful and influential wizards discussing something that sounded important. He could not find the signature of the dark lord in the group so he was confident in his approach.

Sirius must have felt his magic searching for him as just as he was about to tap the man on the shoulder an arm reached around and drew him into the mans side without his godfathers eyes even looking at him once. It wasn't until the eyes of several of his godfathers companions were leering at him in lustful hunger that the man himself payed him any attention. He could see the flashing of the blue eyes under the mans mask and knew he would be in for it later but for now he was quite proud of himself.

The men had been discussing the Dark Lords plan on a raid on the ministry of England. It was interesting but not enough to hold his attention so he slipped away and headed off to find Victor. The older Bulgarian Seeker was chatting away with several of their mutual friends by the dance floor and welcomed him easily into the group. Victor was tense though and kept scanning the crowd before finally pulling him out to the dance floor for a waltz.

"Victor, why are you so upset." he whispered, making sure no one could listen into their conversation.

The Bulgarians dark eyes flashed as he debated whether to answer the question.

"I do not like what the Dark Lord has asked for as a show of loyalty from your guardians Hadrian. It is out of my hands though as Sirius did agree after his blowup. He decided it would be the best for you, safest." the older man answered.

'Well what did he ask for, surely it can't have been to bad or Sirius would have just taken us back home behind our wards." Hadrian questioned. This wasn't making sense.

"It is not for me to tell you, do not ask it of me Hadrian. Sirius will tell you before the night is over as he and Remus will be taking their mark with most of us tonight."

As hard as he tried Hadrian couldn't get his oldest friend to tell him anything more on the subject and soon it was too late as the same flare of dark magic curled lazily through the air, announcing the arrival of the Dark Lord.

Hadrian felt his breath catch as he caught sight of the man who had made his way to a high throne like chair at the head of the room. He didn't know what he had been expecting but it deffinatly wasn't what he saw before him.

The Dark Lord didn't look a day over twenty-five. His ebony hair fell in soft waves to frame the most handsome face Hadrian had ever seen. He was tall, at least six foot two, with shoulders almost twice the width of his own and a trim waist accented by his costume for the ball. He was wearing fitted black slacks with a red fitted t-shirt showing off sun kissed golden skin and muscled arms. His mask was similar to Draco's but was covered in diamonds and rubies. He walked like a predator, moving powerfully and purposefully, his walk alone making Hadrian's mouth go dry with want.

Every eye in the room was on him but he ignored them all as he glanced over the crowd. Hadrian ducked behind Victor, hiding from the predatory gaze. He didn't know why but he felt it in his soul that those eyes, those brilliant crimson eyes, had been searching for him. It was irrational and conceited to think that someone as powerful as the Dark Lord would even deign to acknowledge him, but really, with all of the trouble he had caused the man maybe it wasn't such an off base thought.

It only took a few moments before Death Eaters began approaching their master and his attention was drawn away from the man as he searched quickly through the crowd for his Godfather and Moony. The two were standing with Lord Krum and he quickly drug Victor over to them while hiding his feelings from the crowd around him. When they reached the group Moony grabbed him close and held him tightly as though attempting to stop him from escaping. He just ignored the bruising grip and spoke calmly, hiding his pain from the others.

"So, honestly, I never expected the Dark Lord to be hot. Isn't he somewhere in his seventies." he questioned. Sirius snorted quietly before turning serious again.

"Do not mock him Hadrian, it is bad for your health. Now I have heard from Lord Malfoy that young Miss Granger is here this evening as the Zabini heirs date. The last I saw of either of them they were off with the other young people your age. Go find them and make friends. I will come find you before the marking ceremony as I need to speak with you privately before hand. You only have about two hours so hurry." his godfather sent him away.

He grinned at the reminder of Hermione being there and hurried through the crowd to find her. Twice he was stopped to dance with older men who were friends of his godfathers, both had asked for his hand and been rejected at least once. Just as Lord Sable tried to convince him to sneak away into one of the guest bedrooms for some private time his savior arrived.

"Honestly Lord Sable, I must decline. My Lord Black would challenge you to a duel to the death and once you were dead he would lock me away." he tried to break the stronger mans grip on his thin wrist.

"Now Hadrian, he doen't have to know. Just come with me." the mans voice had changed from cajoling to tinged with threat and Hadrian feared making a scene when he heard Draco's aristocratic drawl from behind him.

"I do Believe Monsieur, that Hadrian declined your advances. I suggest, that unless you want to make an enemy of not only the Blacks but also the Malfoy's that you release him. Now."

Hadrian almost cried out in relief when he was released and he allowed the blond to pull him back and into his larger frame. Once Sable was drawn away Draco spoke again. "Come, Hermione sent me to fetch you on threat of being skinned alive if I failed to bring you too her."

Hadrian grinned and allowed himself to be led of to the other side of the room from the Dark Lord. There was a seating area with several people from the upper echelons of wizarding society, all around his age. There sitting on the lap of Blaise Zabini was a beautiful chocolate brown haired witch in a navy blue corset dress with a navy and silver colored mask that had feathers on the edges. If he hadn't been able to see the cinnamon color of her eyes he wouldn't have known who she was. But he could see her eyes and in a fit of childish exuberance he squealed her name and threw himself into her arms.

"Mione."

"Hadrian?" she questioned softly as she wrapped her arms around him gently and then tighter as her mind caught up with her. "Oh merlin, Hadrian, I have missed you."

Once they were done greeting each other they sat back down in the group and she told him everything that had happened from third year on and he told her about living with his godfathers and what all he had been up to. He had laughed himself silly when she told about hexing Ron.

"It's not funny Hadrian, Professor Dumbledore threatened to have me expelled. He knew I had used the dark arts and the only thing that saved me was that I worked up fake tears and said I was just so worried about you and that I had looked up those curses so that I could fight against the dark. That and the insinuation that I was on my cycle and he ushered me out of his office faster than you can imagine."

"Honestly Mione, the idea that a wizard as old as he is fell for you insinuating that it was due to your hormones is the funniest thing I have ever heard. I am just amazed that you knew dark magic to begin with." he arched an eyebrow in question.

Hermione blushed for a moment before speaking. "Well, if they didn't want people to learn it they shouldn't put it in books. Honestly its fascinating theory, the power difference behind emotionally charged spells compared to regular set light powered spells is amazingly disproportional."

She was about to continue on her rant when Sirius found him.

"Hey cub, I need to speak with you. In private. You can catch up with your friends later." the man commanded. His tone was serious so Hadrian kissed Hermione's cheek and promised to catch up with her later and then stood to follow his godfather away from the group.

Sirius led him to a warded room off the side from the ball room where Moony, the Krum's, Lord Malfoy and a few other very powerful death eaters were waiting. Something told him that he wasn't going to like what was coming next and that was only proven true when while he was distracted looking around he felt two cuffs be snapped close around his wrists.

He looked down in horror to find suppression cuffs on his wrists and he knew his eyes showed his betrayal as he looked up into the eyes of his godfather. Sirius had a sad but determined look on his face as he reached for Hadrian. Hadrian reacted quickly, relying on his training and ducked away from his godfather. He vaulted over the back of a couch next to him and moved out of reach of any of the death eaters in the room, his mind whirling, trying to figure out what exactly was happening.

He yanked helplessly at the cuffs on his wrist even though he knew they couldn't be removed without magic. As he backed away from Remus who had tried to come up behind him he drew his wand and tried in vain to push his power past the bracelets. Slowly but calmly the death eaters backed him into a corner and he could feel his terror rising as they drew closer. Soon enough he had been backed into the corner and Moony reached out and grabbed him close as he shrieked and fought against the werewolfs enhanced strength.

He knew he would have bruises from his struggles but he refused to stop fighting. He couldn't think of any good reason for them to have put suppression bracelets on him that didn't come down to betrayal. He could hear Sirius and Remus speaking to him trying to get him to calm down but he was to terrified and betrayed and he just continued to fight until finally, one of them hit him with a stupefy.

His last thought before the blackness dragged him under was that he would never forgive them.