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Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling, so the characters do not belong to me. I am merely trying to write a fanfiction.
Fate
Previously in chapter 1
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?
Hadrian's body laid limp against the wall, blood oozing from his wounds. His vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious, and his mind raced with fear. As he gasped for air, he felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if he was being lifted from his body. Suddenly, he was no longer in the dark, dingy room where he had just been attacked. Instead, he found himself in a place that felt like heaven. The air was pure and sweet, and the light that surrounded him was soft and warm. Everything around him was bathed in a soft golden glow, and he felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. Despite his injuries, he felt whole again, as if he was in a place where nothing could harm him. It was like he had been transported to a different world, one that was beyond his wildest dreams.
As Hadrian laid on the ground, barely conscious, he suddenly felt a presence around him, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted. A voice spoke to him, gentle yet powerful, seeming to come from all around him.
"Who are you?" Hadrian asked, with his weak voice.
"Everything will be clear to you when the time " the voice replied. "And you, Hadrian it seems are hated by fate."
Hadrian's mind reeled. "What do you mean? What fate?"
"The fate that has been woven for you, and for all those around you," the entity said. "The fate that seeks to control you, to make you a pawn in its games. But you, Hadrian, have the power to break free from fate's grasp."
"I don't understand," Hadrian said, struggling to sit up. "What power? I'm just a child."
"You are more than that, Hadrian," the entity said. "You have the potential to become something greater, to transcend your mortal limitations and become a force to be reckoned with. And I can offer you that power, if you are willing to accept it."
"The power of an adversary," the entity said. "It holds the power to shape the world around you, to defy fate and carve your own path. It is a power that comes with great responsibility, but also great rewards."
Hadrian's mind raced. Was he really ready for this? Was he willing to risk everything for this unknown entity's word? What if this was illusion magic used by Voldemort?
"Please," he said. "I need more time to think."
"I'm afraid time is a luxury we don't have, Hadrian," the entity said. "The darkness is coming, and you are at the centre of it. You must decide now whether you will fight or fall."
Hadrian took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I'll do it, anyways it's better to take this opportunity than dying." he said.
The entity chuckled. "Excellent," it said. "Very well, we shall meet again, but only when you are ready, "The Adversary of Fate".
Suddenly, Hadrian was dragged back to the present, he found himself face to face with Voldemort, who was now standing over his younger brother, wand raised and ready to cast the killing curse. Hadrian felt a surge of panic, and his magic core began to change. He could feel all the magic within it drying up, leaving him weak and powerless.
But even as his magic faded, Hadrian fought to fend off the killing curse. He pushed himself to his feet and threw himself between Voldemort and his brother, taking the full force of the curse. Hadrian felt a searing pain shoot through his body, and he knew that this was it - the end of the line.
But as Voldemort watched in horror, something strange began to happen. The curse that he had unleashed upon Hadrian seemed to rebound back towards him, impacting him with the same force that he had intended for Brain James Potter.
Voldemort staggered back as the rebounded curse hit him. He was shaken, but still alive. Hadrian watched him with a mix of fear and amazement.
Voldemort turned to him and spoke, his voice full of frustration and anger. "This was not supposed to happen," he said. "My plan was perfect. I had everything under control. But now, everything is falling apart."
Then Voldemort's body began to shake violently, as if he were being torn apart from within. He let out a guttural scream that sent shivers down Hadrian's spine. Suddenly, Voldemort's form began to disintegrate, his body breaking apart into a thousand pieces of ash that scattered in the wind.