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.

Also, I am planning to switch to the perspective of Hadrian from chapter 4 onwards(Currently the story as of now is in the past tense as Hadrian is reciting his experience of Voldemort's attack)

Again English is not my native language so please let me know any errors in writing and grammar.

Aftermath

Previously in Chapter 2

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.

As Voldemort's body disintegrated, the residual magic from the battle surged through the air, crackling with dark energy. Hadrian felt the magic coursing through his body, causing his magic core to expand and contract in a wild frenzy. He looked over to his brother and saw that the magic had left a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Then suddenly, both Lily and James Potter rushed into the room, their faces etched with concern, but it looked like it was not for him. They had heard the commotion and were worried about their precious son Brain and their daughter Rosie. "Is Brain alright?" Lily asked, barely sparing a glance in Hadrian's direction. At the same time, Sirius Black entered the Potter manor and looked at the devastation that transpired.

Hadrian knew Sirius Black quite well; he was one of his father's closest friends during the Marauders' era. But now, he could see the disdain in Sirius's eyes as he looked at him. It was as if he blamed him for everything that had happened. Feeling hurt and betrayed, Hadrian decided to keep the events to himself for now. His parents seemed to have their own worries at the moment, and he knew they wouldn't care about what happened to him. It was as if he was invisible to them. Sirius Black, on the other hand, looked bewildered at the chaos in the room, but Hadrian could see the satisfaction in his eyes at his misery. "What happened here?" he asked, looking at Hadrian and his siblings, but not waiting for an answer, he turned to Hadrian's parents and inquired about Brain's wellbeing.

Both Lily and James along with Sirius Black were aware of the prophecy that foretold of the coming of Voldemort and the one who would have the power to defeat him. They believed that Brain was the one who was destined to vanquish Voldemort and fulfill the prophecy.

"We'll have to call Dumbledore", James said, "Come on Lily, we have to know". James then led them to the floor to call the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Once he arrived, Dumbledore looked at the state of the manor.

He listened as his parents and Sirius discussed the events of the night, praising Brain for his bravery and strength in defeating Voldemort. Hadrian knew that he could never reveal the truth about what had really happened, or risk being cast aside by his family forever.

Feeling like an outsider in his own home, Hadrian retreated to his room, lost in thought about the prophecy and his place in it. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be recognized for his own abilities and strengths, or if he would forever be overshadowed by Brain's supposed destiny.

"And now he was thinking about himself as the 'Adversary of Fate'. The idea of being a pawn in a larger game was unsettling to Hadrian. He had always believed that he had control over his own life, but now he began to question whether his destiny had already been set in stone. Was he truly the adversary of fate, or was fate simply using him to achieve its own ends?"

As Hadrian continued to ponder over his role as the "Adversary of Fate", he reached his bed, physically exhausted and mentally drained. The weight of these thoughts had taken a toll on him, and he felt the familiar sense of magic exhaustion creeping up on him.

He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to find some respite from the constant turmoil in his mind. The fatigue seemed to seep into his bones, and he could feel the familiar tingle of magic depletion coursing through his body.

As he lay there, feeling drained and helpless, he wondered if he could truly fight against his fate. The concept of being a mere puppet in the hands of destiny was a bitter pill to swallow, but he couldn't deny the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that was consuming him. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was destined for a particular path, regardless of his wishes. These thoughts weighed heavily on his mind as he drifted off into an uneasy sleep, hoping that he would find some answers in his dreams.

And that's the end of chapter 3, the reason that I am writing shorter chapters here is that I don't have much time due to exams. But after a week I will have a lot more time. Thus please bear with it for now.