I dreamed it every night when I slept. I would wake up with the blankets off me, my body drenched in sweat.

The dream started pleasantly. I was probably still a baby, sitting in my Ma's lap, cooing happily. I stood up and slowly walked over to my father, and I stumbled. My father caught me, and he laughed at my clumsiness. Mom handed me a stuffed toy that looked like a two headed snake. There was a loud noise, and my Dad pulled out the stick that made light and walked to the door.

I cuddled the plush close and laughed when he fell to the floor, with stuff that looked like cranberry juice covering a part of his head.

To my surprise, my mom screamed and scooped me up in her arms. My baby senses seemed to realize that my Dad would never come up from the floor and tickle me or flash his light stick in my face, mesmerizing me to sleep.

My Dad would never wake up.

I clung to my mom, the plush dropping to the floor. I heard my Mom yell to a man in a black coat "No! Please no! Take me instead! Anyone but Hadrian! Anyone!"

The person in the cloak merely tsked at my Mom and raised his light stick.

There was a flash of blue that engulfed my mother, then disintegrated her. An unpleasant smell rose to meet my nose as I fell four feet to the ground and onto the couch. In pain and wondering why Momma wasn't taking me away from the smell, I started to cry. First a blubber, then a wail that seemed to deafen everyone around me.

The hooded man howled in rage and pointed his light stick in rage, and the Blue light engulfed me. I wailed louder, hoping he'd stop because the light was hurting my eyes.

The man's hood fell down, and I got a glimpse of a man that looked genuinely surprised at the fact that I wasn't turning into a bad smell.

His blood red, snake pupiled eyes widened in horror and he went to turn his light stick off.

I stopped wailing, because I knew he had finally understood what I was wanting him to do. But the blue light only got brighter and brighter, and when I didn't think I could stand it anymore, I heard the word again.

"Free."

Then the blue light and everything else faded into nothing.

That was when I would wake up in a cold sweat and lie in bed until I went to sleep again.

"Hadrian? HADRIAN!"

I snapped out of my day dream to see Aunt Rose glaring at me.

"Stupid boy." Uncle muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

Bobby snickered and kicked my shins underneath the table. I didn't feel it.

I hardly felt anything these days. Not even Uncle's taser hurt anymore. Aunt Rose used to punish me by forcing me to eat half a jar of hot sauce. Now I pretended that it hurt. It didn't. Because of her, I have to put a tablespoon of pepper on all my food in order for me to actually taste it.

Kids at school teased me because I had so much pepper on my food; it looked a bit like dirt. So now they call me Dirt boy or Worm.

"Just wait," I always thought. "One day you all will be sorry."

"What?" I replied to Aunt Rose.

Aunt glared at me, and I hastily added "What is it, Lady Rose?"

Aunt Rose gave me a satisfied smile and repeated what I had missed.

"Today is Bobby's birthday," She started and I braced myself for more chores. "And I want you to come with."

My heart sank and my soul wanted to quit and die. My brain screamed at mt to run like hell, but all I could do was nod and swallow my grief.

I know you're all wondering "So what? And the big deal is…?"

Oh, this is a big deal all right. A HUGE one. Whenever it is Bobby's birthday, Aunt, Uncle and him go on an all day shopping spree to buy almost everything Bobby wants. Whenever that cursed day comes, I try to get myself in trouble the day before so that I would be locked in my 'room' and not be allowed to go with. Otherwise I was stuck with carrying all of Bobby's presents.

Holy sh-it, is this kid spoiled.

Last year, Bobby received at least forty presents, and twenty more from relatives and party guests. For my birthday, I am only allowed to have one thing, and it has to be less than five dollars. Usually Uncle hands me the money and I walk to a dollar store and buy a brand new, cheap shirt and if I can get lucky, a candy bar. I try to smuggle my candy into my 'room,' and when I'm successful, I save it for a super ###### day and eat one block of the bar to make myself feel better. One block of chocolate is heaven to me. Whenever Halloween rolls around, I go trick or treating with Bobby and his friends, though I'm always three houses away from them. Afterwards, Bobby gets most of my candy. But before Uncle and Aunt can take it away, I dump most of it into the garden, where Toel is waiting and he hides it in his snake hole. So Bobby usually has only twenty extra pieces, but he is usually so sick by then that no one cares about how much candy I put in Bobby's bag; they're all fussing over him.

Another reason why they should go to hell.

I have to admit, I'm not the nicest person. After being pushed around all my life, it gave me a quiet personality. But inside my head I'm almost always having a rage quit or feeling depressed.

"I want you on your best behavior boy," Aunt Rose warned. I nodded again and shot a quick glance at Bobby, who had a smirk on his damn, pudgy face.

"If there is such thing as magic," I muttered as I followed them to the car. "I want the power to burn that smirk right off that bastard's face, then send them all to hell, where they belong."

The thought of Aunt, Uncle and Cousin screaming in agony for all the pain they caused me made me smile. Not a kind or a sad smile; an evil, cruel, twistedly insane smile.

I looked at Bobby, who was whining to Aunt to change the radio station.

"Someday," I whispered. "Someday I will watch you burn."

Creepy, huh?

Well, this is a BE and HP crossover people. What did you expect?!

Heck, Harry's last name is RIDDLE! HELL YEAH HE WILL HAVE DARK THOUGHTS! ITS HIS NATURE!

God da-mn all those dumb people…

Anyways, I think this story will be an ONLY HADRIAN POV. IDK, maybe not.

Is the single pov called One shot? Sorry, I'm pretty stupid…

And now I'm back in Hell. Perfect.

So… How many of you readers want to choose the Hadrian x OC pairing AND which of his parents survive?

I WILL CREATE A POLL SOON!

666- KEEP UP THE AWESOME! -666