PS: This is my first time writing a fanfiction so please provide me any feedbacks or points that you wish for me to improve. Also, I am writing for fun and some ideas of my own that I wanted to add
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling, so the characters do not belong to me. I am merely trying to write a fanfiction.
Family
The Potter family home was a grand and imposing structure, with tall, stately pillars and intricate carvings adorning its façade. The sprawling gardens surrounding the property were meticulously maintained, with vibrant flowers in every shade of the rainbow and neatly trimmed hedges creating a sense of order and tranquillity. As Hadrian James Potter gazed out at the once-majestic home he had grown up in, he couldn't help but feel a shit tonne of hate.
How he loathed his damned name. It had felt like an insult every time someone spoke the name "Potter", as if a sword had pierced his chest. He closed his eyes recalling this feeling of hatred that had all started since the day Lord Voldemort, or as common people may call, "you-know-who," had attacked their manor, and marked his younger brother Brain, as the, "boy-who-lived.".As the people and parents believe in.
The memory was etched in Hadrian's mind like a permanent scar. He had been only four years old when the Dark Lord had attacked their home, and at that point in time, he was not alone. Hadrian had been taking care of his twin younger siblings, Brian, and Rosie, who were the same age as him, when he had suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of Apparition.
Hadrian could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he heard the footsteps of Lord Voldemort approaching. He peeked through the crack in his bedroom door, watching in terror as the dark lord entered the home by himself.
The Potter family home, once a place of safety and comfort, now felt like a prison. The grand pillars and intricate carvings of the façade now only served to amplify the sense of impending doom that hung in the air. As the door creaked open, Hadrian could feel a shiver run down his spine.
He had watched in horror as the Dark Lord strode through the foyer, his presence seeming to suck all the light out of the room. The air grew colder and heavier with every step he took, and Hadrian could feel the oppressive weight of his magic pressing down on him and as both his parents were at work, with his dad being the Head Auror at the department of magic and his mom a part-time professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hadrian knew he had to do something in order to protect his siblings.
Before he could think anything, the dark lord had blasted through the door. As the door exploded inward, Hadrian spun around to face the source of the commotion. There, standing before him, was the Dark Lord himself, with his cold, slitted eyes fixed on Hadrian. The air crackled with the raw energy emanating from the dark wizard, causing Hadrian's heart to race in his chest.
"Potter," the Dark Lord sneered. "We meet again at last, though not the Potter I was expecting."
Hadrian stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, "W-what do you want?"
"And here I thought Potter men were all brawn and no brains, quick to jump to conclusions without a shred of thinking." Replied Voldemort emotionlessly.
Voldemort countered back with a menacing tone, "If you value your own life, Potter, you will hand over your brother to me."
As Voldemort approached him, Hadrian raised his head with a fierce determination in his eyes.
"Well, it seems it's time for you to die, Potter," Voldemort sneered, and immediately fired a "Reducto" at Hadrian's chest.
The curse hit him square in the chest, sending him flying across the room and crashing through the side of it. The impact was jarring, and Hadrian felt his body reverberate with the force of the blow. Pain exploded throughout his body as he hit the ground, and he struggled to catch his breath. Blood poured from a deep gash on his right side, where the curse had hit him, and he could feel the warm stickiness of it soaking through his clothes. Hadrian groaned in agony as he tried to move, but the pain was too intense. He laid there, helpless and wounded, as Voldemort strode calmly towards him with his wand at the ready.
"Now where have you hidden your brother potter", asked Voldemort who was on the verge of killing him.
Hadrian gathered every bit of courage and looked at Voldemort questioning, "W-Why ar-re you so OBSESSED with my brother," coughing blood immediately afterwards.
As Hadrian laid there, struggling to stay conscious, he could hear Voldemort's cold voice ringing in his ears. "You should have handed over your brother when you had the chance, Potter. Your brother is everything to me, I want him dead!" Despite his injuries, Hadrian could not help but feel a surge of anger and defiance at Voldemort's words. He would never betray his own flesh and blood, no matter what the cost.
Then, to his surprise, Voldemort continued speaking. "But perhaps you are not entirely to blame for your stubbornness, Potter. After all, there is a certain prophecy that speaks of one with the power to vanquish me. Could it be that you are merely a pawn in a greater game, a tool of fate?"
As Hadrian lay there, struggling to stay conscious, his mind drifted back to a conversation he had overheard his parents having with a group of people few months back. He remembered his parents discussing the same prophecy that Voldemort had just mentioned. At the time, he had dismissed it as nothing more than a curiosity, but now he wondered if there was more to it.
The realization hit him hard - his parents had known about the prophecy all along, and they had kept it from him. His loyalty towards them began to crumble. He felt a sense of betrayal and anger towards them, wondering why they had kept this information from him and why they weren't here to defeat Voldemort, if they knew about the prophecy and knew that he would have attacked this manor to kill the so-called "child of prophecy".
As Voldemort stood there, smirking at Hadrian's apparent defeat, a manic laugh escaped from Hadrian's lips.
"I am not a mere pawn in your twisted game, Voldemort. My fate is not defined by you or anyone else. I will not be controlled by destiny. I am the master of my own fate, and I will rise above your schemes. I will show you how a pawn can become a king, and I will be the one to bring about your downfall."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed with fury as he heard Hadrian's words. He responded with a cold, mocking laugh. "You are nothing, Potter. Your defiance means nothing. You are just a mere mortal, a pawn in my game. And now, it's time for your game to end."
With a flick of his wand, Voldemort unleashed a green deadly curse at Hadrian. The curse whizzed through the air, crackling with dark energy, and struck Hadrian with a force that sent him flying backward. Hadrian felt an intense pain rip through his body as he was thrown against the wall, blood pouring from his wounds. He struggled to stay conscious, his vision he struggled to catch his breath and his mind raced with fear. He thought to himself, "Is this how it all ends?
It was my first-time writing, please let me know how you found the read. I will probably update the next chapter soon after the exams. Again I would like to mention that I do not own the series Harry Potter.