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-This chapter was revised on Feb 18th 2019.
Lillian watched the large bonfire, knowing that James' antics were not going to stop Voldemort's magic in any way. The Dark Lord had powers not even Dumbledore had managed to obtain in his hundred years and for all they knew, his magic would create a spindle out of nothing. Could transform something into a spindle if need be. It was hopeless to fight against it.
But James had been insistent on burning every spindle in the kingdom.
Lillian looked down at her son and smiled sadly, at least she'd have time with him. And Luna had ensured that he would awaken one day, but between Luna and Voldemort's gifts, Hadrian's true love wouldn't be mortal. Most likely a magical being. Most likely a powerful one.
At least she could be contented with the fact that he'd be able to choose his spouse when he reign came.
Lillian had been a simple daughter of a Count and Countess, but James had loved her dearly and chose her as his bride. She'd always thought of their love as a beautiful romance for the history pages.
Their love was strained now, because Hadrian would be gone due to James' foolishness, and Lillian refused to acknowledge her husband when in the same room with him.
Who knew how long it would take for her son's true love to come.
Hadrian Peverell slept soundly in the arms of the robber, unaware of the turmoil around him.
Lillian awoke, feeling a slight chill brush across her face. Her chambers were cold and for some reason, her balcony door was opened, blowing the air of the shiver-inducing Autumn evening about her chambers.
She slid from the bed, wrapping herself in her dressing gown and softly padding over to the door in order to shut and lock it. Once closed, she decided to check on her little prince, worried that the chill may have affected him somehow. Babies were more susceptible to the elements than adults.
His bassinet rested beside her own bed, she had been insistent that he remain with her, agreeing to allow more guards at the doors of her inner chamber just in case.
To her horror, the cradle was empty.
"GUARDS!"
Albus Dumbledore looked down at the sleeping babe in his arms. The child had been touched by Voldemort's magic, awakening his own magic. He needed to be tempered and in the hands of two loving parents, that would never happen. No, someone had to control him and Dumbledore knew just who could get the job done.
"Well done, Mundungus. We cannot let his evil magic fester." It would warp his mind and make him no better than Voldemort himself. It was better this way, for him to leave the castle.
Waving his wand over the babe's head, he forced the hair to grow longer, covering Voldemort's mark. He then cast a myriad of charms. Voldemort had ensured that the boy would be charming and endearing to most people he met, and the fairy had doubled that power, making it even harder for Dumbledore work with, but he could do it.
Proper charms would ensure that the boy's new caregivers wouldn't be able to see him clearly or know who he was. They'd wouldn't ever want to look at him and would do anything to keep him in line however unfair the treatment would be.
This was for the greater good of the many. One day, when he was no longer awake and capable of causing any damage, the emperor and empress would understand why it had to be done.
Dumbledore stood in the drawing room of the Dursley's Manor. The family was rather easy to manipulate and were charmed under extreme orders to keep the boy and make him work when he was of age. Until such a time, he was to be left in the care of a wet-nurse who was also dealing with Petunia's son, Dudley.
Hadrian Peverell would be kept on the straight and narrow and the Dark Magic within him would not be given a chance to rise.
If only Dumbledore knew how wrong he was.
...Two Years Later...
"He's a perfectly good lad, Petunia, why can you not see it?"
Petunia Dursley, wife of one Vernon Dursley who had high hopes of becoming a Count before he passed on to the next life, glared at the woman whose opinion was obviously unwanted. "You were hired to teach him to take lessons. So long as he can understand orders, nothing else is important about that bastard whelp!"
Minerva McGonagall gasped, holding a hand to her heart, "Language, Petunia Anne Dursley!"
Petunia grumbled, "Well he is."
"You don't know that. Some man dropped him off on your family. For all you know, he's the missing prince!"
Both women turned to look at the child. Minerva saw an adorable little boy with angelic features of pale skin and haunting green eyes. A well-behaved lad who never set a toe out of line.
Petunia on the other hand, could barely tolerate looking at the whelp, thereby seeing nothing of him and sneering at the adoration on Minerva's face.
"Just do what you are paid for, McGonagall. He does not need a name. He doesn't need fairy tales and hope. He is to work. That is all."
Petunia turned and stomped form the nursery, intent on finding her son.
Minerva stared at the child of only two and a half summers and sighed. "Oh, silly fiddle faddle! I'll give you a name and I'll teach you all I know, so help me, lad! Petunia will regret not caring about you."
...A Few More Years Later...
"And must we always do?" asked Minerva as she paced the barn where her charge worked.
"We must always be kind to those who deserve it. And to those who don't, we must strive to be better and let them know it."
Minerva fully believed in comeuppance and she knew that one day, her boy would rise above the Dursleys and give it to them. It was what they deserved and she knew that no one in the kingdom would really put so much effort into saving a mere servant from three horrible people. Had he been their child, that would mean something completely different, but a servant wasn't important and more often than not, were overworked and overlooked by everyone.
The boy quickly finished his shoveling and presented himself before his tutor who technically wasn't his tutor any longer as she had been fired, but sneaked back every day to still teach him anyway because she cared.
"All done, Minnie."
"You're such a good boy, Salazar."
Yes, she'd given him an important name. One would need an eye-catching name if they wanted to become successful. A name that held a lot of bearing. Salazar would make his way, she was sure of it.
"Come lad, let us review your numbers."
Salazar looked around. Dudley and his group of friends had decided to start chasing him around and he did not have time because he had to get his work done or he'd get ten lashes. Dudley knew this very well, but decided that it would be most humorous to ruin Salazar's day.
He wished his work was finished for the day. He was already much too far from the Dursley's home and getting back would take a while.
He looked back as he continued to run, noting they were slowing down and looking at something over his head. He looked up as well, seeing the Forbidden Forest. No one ever dared to venture in there. It was said to be a Dark place and only Dark Creatures and beings resided within.
Wasting no time at all, Salazar slipped between two large trees and climbed until he knew he was safe. None of the others could climb, they were much too corpulent and lacked the upper body strength. Salazar sat on a wide tree branch, breathing heavily and just wanting the fools to leave so then he too could leave.
"I'm telling father!"
Oh no, now the brute was going to tell Vernon!
How he wished he could make it back before the others did.
Salazar's body was suddenly feeling light and his vision blackened for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in the Dursley's barn. But he'd had to have been a least a league away in the Forbidden Forest! So how did he manage to get back so quickly?
Was it the wish?
"Yes, it was!"
Salazar flinched away when a bright light burst in the center of the room and revealed a beautiful lady. She wasn't tall, but had nice blonde hair that Petunia only dreamed of having. She looked nice enough.
"Who- who are you, madam?" Salazar asked, minutely scared but willing to face his fear as she didn't look threatening.
"I am Luna, young Salazar, and I am your fairy godmother."
Only important children got fairy godmothers.
"You are more important than you know," she said ominously. "Now, it is my job to help you. Your future has been set and I'm sorry I cannot divulge it, but I can make life easier along the way. Meaning I'm allowed to tell you about your magic!"
The pretty lady waved a silver wand and created a wooden chair for herself to sit in. "Now, you have magic. It is a rare gift that only comes to those in need of it."
Harry had to think about it. "But the Dark and Light Lords don't seem to need it." They were all-powerful and could do anything and everything.
Luna smiled, "Maybe not now, but when they were younger they did indeed. And you can be just like them, once you train up. So I will be teaching you to harness your power and one day, you will leave this forsaken place and welcome your destiny. 'Tis more important than you think."
Her voice was light and it made Salazar feel calm.
"I think you should know that the little pig and his friends are close."
Salazar shot up at the warning, looking around the barn which should have been dirty.
It wasn't. It was spotless.
"That was your magic. You wished so hard, your magic granted your wishes."
"So the moving from the forest to here…"
"Was your magic," nodded Luna.
"Wondrous!" breathed Salazar, feeling overwhelmed.
"Now make it seem as if you've been toiling all day and the obvious proof of the clean manor will work in your favour, I'm certain." Luna disappeared in a puff of smoke, her chair vanishing with her.
Salazar nodded, hoping she was right.
He slipped form the barn and into the door of the kitchens, greeting the two women who worked tirelessly on the meals of the day. The ladies had nothing but smiles for him as he asked if he could help them.
Several moments later, when Salazar was wrist deep in dough, the three heard shouting throughout the manor.
Dudley had gotten home it seemed and Vernon's telltale thundering about the house alerted them to his arrival, if his yelling hadn't already.
The man burst through the door - barely fitting, Salazar noticed - beady eyes landing on the only short person in the room. They looked away just as quickly. "My son claims that he saw the boy running into the Forbidden Forest not ten moments ago."
"He's been here all along, Master!" insisted Molly, her red hair flying about her head. "He was the one who prepared the bread," she said, gesturing to the dough that they were waiting for. "As well as the biscuits," she added, pointing to him and the large platter filled with perfect round balls of sweet dough.
Vernon stared in silence, before turning around, huffing, "The boy wouldn't have the fortitude to enter the forest anyhow."
He left soon after.
Molly and Pomona rolled their eyes, rounding on Salazar to tell him how good of a child he was and that Dudley was just a jealous little wretch.
Salazar kept his giggle to himself, not ever going to mention how Dudley had actually been right. Not when Vernon was actually yelling at him for once.
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