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"Of course you need practice. I promise I'll help you with anything at all." Draco smiled, and I smiled right back at him. Maybe potions wasn't too bad after all.

The rest of classes were promising. Transfiguration seemed to be the only other class that was going to be as difficult as Potions. The teacher was the same strict woman that had led us to the Great Hall on the first day. It was quite amusing when Ron didn't learn his lesson from Snape and arrived late for McGonagall's class. I was sitting next to Draco, as I do in every class, and I was talking with Neville who had sat behind me and Draco with Blaise.

While we waited for the professor to show up Draco nudged me, and said, "5 galleons that the cat is McGonagall."

"What? How can the cat be our professor? We're not going to be taught by a cat are we? It's bad enough that we have a ghost as our History of Magic professor!" That would be so cool though if we did have a cat as a teacher.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's called being an animagus. You have so much to learn Harry."

"Hey! It's not my fault that I don't know anything! Blame the Goat!" I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted.

I felt an arm wrap around my waist and squeeze. "Sorry, Hadrian. I promise to tell you all about animagus later." I smiled, pleased with his response. "Watch this," He whispered. "Hey Blaise!"

"Yeah?" The boy responded warily.

"I bet you 10 galleons that the cat is McGonagall."

"You're on," Draco smirked. For one reason or another, he was overly confident about the cat. I thought it looked like a pretty normal cat. Although it did look like it had this stern look on it's face, but I'm probably just imagining it.

Voices and running footsteps were heard coming down the hall outside. "Come on! I think this is it!"

"I can't believe we're late! I was supposed to make sure you were on time! Not make me late!"

Draco and I snickered. We knew who that was. Weasley and Finnegan.

The doors opened, revealing two disheveled boys.

"We made it! I thought for sure that McGonagall was going to be here ready to kill us," Ron said in a cocky, arrogant tone.

"And what makes you so sure that I am not here, Mr. Weasley?" Came a voice from the front of the classroom. We all turned to see where the voice came from and right before our eyes the cat leapt off the teacher's desk and transformed into a very stern looking McGonagall. I gave Draco an incredulous look. How on Earth had he known? "Sit down. Both of you. I expect you to not show up to my class late again. No buts Mr. Finnegan!" She said as Finnegan opened his mouth.

The rest of the day went on in a normal fashion. History of Magic proved to be a class that would be more beneficial as nap time than anything else. Of course when I said this to Draco he scolded me about how my grades need to be the best and that sleeping through classes wasn't going to help me. Meanie. Defense Against the Dark Arts (what a biased name for a class) proved to be a joke. Our professor spent most of the class cursing Dumbledore for calling him a couple of days ago and forcing him to teach a class he failed when he was a student here. Draco and I shared a look at that. Surely Father and Lucius were going to want to know that Dumbledore doesn't have as much support as it most believe. If he did, then he would have been able to find a professor who knew what he was doing much sooner than a couple of days ago. Herbology seemed like am okay class. Professor Sprout is head of Hufflepuff and was one of the only teachers to treat everyone equally. Apparently there was a lot you could do with the right plants. Such as sending a harmless looking plant (I forget the name, but I'm sure Draco wrote it down somewhere) to someone and it will strangle that person to death. Of course it's a highly illegal plant. Meaning Father probably won't let me get one for the Weasel until we're older.

The interesting part of the day came after dinner in Draco and I's room. The whole gang had decided to do our homework together and the older Slytherins were making it hard to concentrate while they kept sending me death glares. I was going to have to prove myself and soon. Draco and I sat on my bed as Neville and Blaise took Draco's and Theo and Pansy were on the floor looking comfortable. As we did our silence, I sensed that there was some sort of tension in the room. I could tell that Draco sensed it too because he kept looking up uneasily, as if he expected someone to start yelling at any moment.

"I saw your father talking with Dumbledore earlier today Draco," Blaise said casually. There it was. Everyone looked up from their work to look at Draco and I. "And I saw another man with him. A man I had only seen in old pictures from my mother. That man, he looked remarkably like the Dark Lord 40 years ago. Here's where it gets even more interesting," Now Blaise was looking straight at me. "I'm pretty sure I saw say that Harry is Hadrian, his son. I had thought that Hadrian had died with his mother. Of course, I could be mistaken." Blaise's eyes were accusatory. He knew exactly what was going on, but needed to hear it from us.

Draco and I were planning on telling them about my heritage soon, just not this soon. Of course we trust all of them (Draco more so since he's known them longer) but I'm still coming to terms with all of it.

"I need all of you to swear on your magic that everything said about Harry is not repeated. If you're unwilling to do so then just say so and I'll send you away with no memory of this." Draco sent a hard glare at everyone in the room.

As one they said, "I swear on my magic that I, (Neville, Blaise, Pansy, Theo) will not repeat any information I hear about Harry."

"I think I should be the one to explain this," I said quietly. Draco looked as if he was going to protest, but I gave him a look. I needed to start to take charge of things, and now was as good a time as any.

"Up until this summer, I didn't know magic existed. To me it was just something in fairytales," Theo looked as if he was about to ask what a fairytale was, but after another glare from Draco, he kept his mouth shut. "My muggle relatives abused me all my life, but then I found Draco." I continued to tell them about my summer at Malfoy Manor and discovering my true family.

"So you're telling me that you're Hadrian Riddle?" Neville asked in awe.

"Yes, he is. And as the Dark Prince, he deserves nothing but the upmost respect." Draco snapped.

"Thank you, but outside these doors I need you to act as if I'm just Harry Potter, the boy you met on the train. My father and I have plans that depend on your silence of the matter. You will be greatly rewarded for doing so." I gave everyone my best glare, trying to copy what I'd seen Draco do countless times. I think I got it right because everyone seemed to shrink away slightly and Draco wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. "Everyone in this room is now considered a part of my inner circle. You are my closest followers, and I will depend on you for the more sensitive matters. Pansy, I need you to become close to the other Slytherin girls and make sure that they see me as something other than Harry Potter. My reputation must be built up by something other than being the boy-who-lived. The rest of you, I expect you to befriend the Slytherin second and third years, as well as the Ravenclaws. Tell me what they think of me and the rise of the Dark Lord. Do not give away your position. In this room, your loyalties are to the Dark Lord, however, to the rest of the world you are neutral and don't know whether or not you are following in the footsteps of your parents. Do you understand me?" My voice was dripping with venom. I need them to not make mistakes, but if just one of them slips up, it's all over.

"Of course, My Prince,"

"Call me Hadrian. You are my inner circle, and deserve privileges above others," They nodded and looked at each other. I didn't need Legilimency to know what they were thinking. What happened to the docile Harry? He's still here; he just knows his time and place.

Draco, who had been mostly silent up until now said, "It's getting late. You all should head back to your rooms and retire for the night." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. Without needing to be told, they knew that for one reason or another, Draco was one step above them all.

"Of course," Theo said. "Goodnight Hadrian, Draco." A chorus of goodnights was said until finally Draco and I were alone.

"I don't think I've ever seen you like that, Harry. Or should I say Hadrian?" Draco was smirking as I lay in his arms. Our beds had been pushed back together, and I snuggled into his chest.

"I talked to Father, and he said that I had to gain respect of my peers. I can't gain their respect without a little backbone. Was that too much? Do you think I scared them? Oh Merlin they probably hate me now!" The intensity of the situation had finally gotten to me. What am I doing? I'm not like Draco! I can't just be some natural leader!

"Shh, love, it's alright," Draco said as he rubbed circles on my back. "You were amazing. They respect you, I'm sure of it. It's not going to stay if you don't keep that backbone, okay? But you were great. I'm sure your father would be so proud."

"Really?" I asked. I hope Father is proud. Maybe I should owl him and tell him about it. I asked Draco this.

"Sure. You can write all about it in the morning. But for now I think that you need rest."

"But Draco! I'm not tired!" As if to prove myself wrong, I yawned. Pouting, I buried my head in Draco's chest. "Okay, maybe a little tired."

"Goodnight, Harry." Draco said softly as he pressed a kiss to my head and turned off the lights.

"'Night, Dray," I gave a sleepy kiss to his neck and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning Draco was able to wake me up in a more peaceful manner than with a bucket of water. I got up, wrote my first letter to Father (I was quite giddy when I wrote "Dear Father,") and then got ready for the day. I didn't let on to Draco, but I was nervous. What if Blaise, Theo, Pansy and Neville all hate me after last night because they don't want to be bossed around by me. Oh Merlin.

As I was fussing with my hair nervously, Draco came up behind me and said, "Didn't I tell you last night that it's all going to turn out alright?" He grabbed my hand and we headed down to the common room. "Hey guys!" He said, and I stepped behind him slightly to protect myself from the oncoming verbal abuse. When it didn't come I peeked around the taller boy to look at the others.

"Hello Hadrian. It is alright if we call you Hadrian? I feel more comfortable with that than Harry. To be honest, Harry is such an ordinary name. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it doesn't quite suit you." Pansy was blabbering, but I smiled because it meant that she was more nervous than I was. And it also meant that everything was alright.

"I think that'll be alright. If anybody asks why, just tell them that you wanted to give me a more pureblood name." They nodded, and we walked down to breakfast. Everyone was conversing amicably and Draco squeezed my hand and gave me an "I-told-you-so" smile. I rolled my eyes and laughed at the joke that Neville told.

Meanwhile, at Malfoy Manor, Lucius and Tom were sitting eating breakfast when an owl arrived.

"I believe that's a school owl, My Lord," Lucius said, at Tom's suspicious look. "It seems as if Hadrian has much to tell you," They both chuckled at the length of Hadrian's letter. It resembled a small novel than a letter.

It read: "Dear Father, I am pleased to tell you that all is going well. I've read through almost all of my textbooks, and I think that I can easily be at the top of my class. My only competition will be Draco, and maybe a Ravenclaw as well, but she shouldn't be difficult to beat. Potions went wonderfully, and even though it was my first time brewing, Draco and I made the potion perfectly. And Draco said that he'd help me in potions, since it's nothing at all like cooking. I'm really good at cooking. History of Magic is really boring. I think I'm just going to steal Draco's notes because I just can't imagine staying awake through that. I like Herbology, it's pretty cool. Professor Sprout showed us a plant that can strangle the person you give it to. Can you get me one for the youngest Weasley boy? He's under Dumbledore's thumb and he's really, really annoying. You'll never believe what I heard in Defense! The professor is some idiot that Dumbledore hired because no one else would take the job. And he hired him just last week! The Old Goat is obviously losing support. Also, I talked to my friends last night about how I'm Hadrian Riddle. I think I went kind of harsh on them. I've never been that strict or anything before. Draco said I did brilliantly, but I'm not too sure. I guess I'll see when I get downstairs for breakfast. I have them scoping out information about what the people in the other houses think about me. Depending on what they report back with, I'll make my next move. Your son, Hadrian A. Riddle"

Tom smirked, "Well, Hadrian wished to murder the Weasley boy with a plant and has already begun to form his own inner circle. What I found interesting is that Draco seems to be exempt from it."

Lucius laughed, "Yes, they are smitten with each other. Hopefully they'll be taking things slow. I refuse to be a grandfather when they are in 4th year."

"I'll cast a long lasting contraceptive charm on Hadrian when he comes home next summer. You can explain to Draco how to take it off once they are old enough," Tom laughed. "Look at us, talking about our children's love life while they're still eleven years old!"

"The bond will be forcing them to be together faster than most. We'll be lucky if they don't start dating before third year. Although knowing my son they'll be together this time next year."

"And knowing mine, they'll be taking things slow for a while."

Harry had his first moment of power! He's starting to take control! Go Hadrian! And yes, in case you didn't notice, Harry is going to be called Hadrian by almost everyone. (Draco, and 2 others will be exempt from that)
No, there's not Quirrell because Voldy is Tom and is currently sitting in Malfoy Manor about to discuss the Old Goat.
How fast do you think Harry and Draco's relationship should progress? I'll be doing some time skips after we get through all the important stiff in first year. I'll probably got to 4th year after that. So maybe around then?
Thoughts on Hermione?
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