This chapter is dedicated to ZANA, LENA and MICHAEL! Specially you ZANA as I can't believe you wrote more than 5000 words in reviews! You are AWESOME! I can't thank all of you enough for the support you showed me ^-^

Summary: Betrayed and killed by the one they considered their best friend, Harry and Hermione made a different decision when they found themselves at King's Cross station. They chose to travel in a alternate universe and create a normal life for themselves. But of course as Harry Potter doesn't do normal he finds himself in 1962 in a world in which Grindelwald escapes from Nurmerngard and continues his war against muggles and Tom Riddle is the DADA professor. Not to mention that Voldemort is not happy being left behind and follows them in this dimension with an unknown plan in mind...What kind of destiny will they carve for themselves as they prepare to start Hogwarts as first year students? Also, a new prophecy is made...

Warnings: Slash, violence, humor, some Dumbledore bashing, swearing, Grey! Harry and Hermione etc.

Pairings: LV/HP, HG/SS

"talking"

'thinking'

/mental speach/

$parseltongue$

AN/ I'm sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes that you might come along as you read the chapter but I lost the email address of my beta *scratches back of her head* Anyway, please enjoy ^-^

A low, seductive chuckle escaped the mans lips as he inspected the file. He closed it and, through half-lidded ruby eyes, took in the proud figure of his friend that now stood in a bowing stance.

"Abraxas..."

Abraxas couldn't stop the shiver that ran up his spine as that dark, velvety voice reached his ears. Straightening up from his position he hastily raised his eyes at the unspoken permission his lord gave him, only to have his breath taken away by the intoxicating beauty of the man that stood lounged in a simple arm chair, watching him in mild interest with a relaxed and elegant posture.

The sinfully handsome face framed by silky strands of black hair, the tall, lean body that possessed an otherworldly grace and the dark, raw, breathtaking power emanated from every pore this man, his lord, had, drew him in, made him crave his notice and attention.

Abraxas knew by now that he could never hope to reach the level of charm and intelligence that his lord possessed. He was happy however to be allowed to bask in the allure of the one that, one day for sure, will rule them all. There was no bigger honor than to serve him, be used by him. Dark, manipulative, cruel...the man was the embodiment of seduction, one that you couldn't even attempt to resist once it marked you as prey.

It was like a drug, really, and, although he was completely addicted, Abraxas refused to let it show on his face, though, seeing the dark amusement that glittered in the depth of those crimson eyes, his lord knew exactly how much power he had over him.

"My lord..." he began with a shuddering breath trying to regain his calm composure, "as you can see from my report, not much could be found about Hadrian Fowl. It seems that his files burned in a fire that happened three years ago at the orphanage and all the information about his birth parents became lost in the incident. I couldn't find any other information about the boy with the exception of reports about the families that adopted him along the years," Abraxas explained, keeping the information short and to the subject as his lord liked it.

"Really now?" his sire asked with a malevolent quality in his voice as he drew the words out in a painfully slow way. "I didn't think the task given to you would be this hard to accomplish."

Abraxas lifted his chin up. He knew he'd failed and he knew that failure was unacceptable.

"Tell me, Abraxas," purred the dark lord, closing his eyes and letting the the shadows of the room envelop him. "What will you do to redeem yourself, if given the chance?" he idly asked, taking a sip of red wine from a crystal glass.

"Anything, my lord," the blonde man answered without hesitation. He pledged his loyalty to his lord so he would follow him to the depths of the hell and beyond if asked. This was the honorable way of the purebloods, this was the Malfoy way, not that any of those filthy muggles or bloodtraitors would understand such concepts. Fools! But they will see, his lord will show them and for that he was willing to undertake any task his sire might have for him.

Crimson eyes shot open and Abraxas felt his pulse rise at the sadistic amusement that shone in them, intertwined with glee.

"I want you to adopt Hadrian into your family and treat him like he was of your own flesh and blood," drawled the velvety voice, watching Abraxas' expression intently in search of hesitation, defiance or weakness. When none of those appeared as the man replied with a simple, "As you wish, my lord," a glint of satisfaction appeared in the blood red eyes as he took yet another sip from his glass.

Hadrian Fowl...the boy was an enigma, a puzzle made of contradicting pieces that only increased his interest. From his appearance, intelligence and personality, the boy was a mystery that seemed to give birth to more questions with each passing moment. He had natural grace and poise, became a hero on his first trip in the wizarding world and was a parselmouth, to top it all.

The boy was intriguing, it attracted his attention, it fascinated him and he had to have him in his grasp. He couldn't adopt the child himself seeing that he couldn't oppose Dumbledore directly and that old goat would surely try to get his hands on the boy that won so much political influence in such a short amount of time. And there was also the prophecy...No, there was no room for doubt. The old wizard would try to meddle in the boy's life and bring him to his side. And that couldn't be allowed.

Luckily, he could count on Abraxas on this matter. Seeing the complete loyalty of the man, the adoption would put the child under his direct influence and away from Dumbledore's clutches. Still, the issue with the birth parents of the child could become a problem. He would have to make a little trip to Gringotts it seemed...

"That will be all, Abraxas," he said, letting his thoughts trail off while putting the wine glass aside.

Abraxas turned to leave at the soft-spoken dismissal. He couldn't believe how merciful his lord was towards his failure as he didn't consider adopting the boy a burden, far from it actually. His family owed the child a life debt and his lord provided, in fact, a way to repay the savior of his daughter. Not to mention the political power he'll gain with the custody of the child in his hands. No, this wasn't a punishment, more like a reward or perhaps a test...

As several explanation made themselves known in the mind of the blonde he didn't notice the calculative gleam that resided in his master's eyes and the dark smirk that fluttered on those flawless features watching his departure...

HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome

He peeked around the corner for signs of danger but the coast seemed clear. For now at least. You never know when someone or something might jump at you from thin air. Sure, some might consider him paranoid for thinking like this, well, to be frank. maybe he really was but, even if that was true, it didn't meant that everybody wasn't out to get him. You know what they say, better safe than sorry...

'God, I sound like Moody!' Hadrian thought with a grimace as he continued to sneak towards his room after a little trip to the bathroom, trying not to attract unwanted attention.

Although, if he thought for a bit, his action weren't that unreasonable considering how the last few days had been for him. Crazy fans, stalking paparazzi, psychotic nurses and creepy unspeakables haunted him everywhere! His life was a bloody mess, all because of his 'saving people thing', as Hermione once put it.

Calming his strained nerves, seeing that now wasn't the moment for a tantrum, he skillfully traveled through the narrow halls filled with mediwizards, patients and visitors that chattered happily with one another, thankful for once for his small and slim body that allowed him to bypass notice.

He sighed in relief as he reached his private hospital room that was now overflowing with flowers, chocolate's frogs and other wizarding sweets, not forgetting of course, the tons of fan- mail received. He felt like pulling his hair out and, for once, he missed Dumbledore who, even though he was a meddling bastard, somehow managed to stop the fan mail from bothering him in his previous life.

I mean, really now, he even received marriage proposals for god's sake and he was only eleven! Not to mention that the proposals were accompanied by some very provocative pictures ( and can he say 'eww' ? Some of those might have scarred him for life...), with people more than twice his age. Sure, he was a seventeen year old in mind but still...

Suppressing a shiver and sighing for what felt like the n-th time in the past few days, he closed the room's door, fully prepared to lay down in bed and relax for the rest of the day. Between several health checks, intelligence quizzes, magical tests and escaping some of the more enthusiastic fans that seemed to pop from nowhere, he felt exhausted and only wanted to laze around for a while.

"Mr. Fowl, how lovely to see that you have returned," an overly sweet voice exclaimed as he turned around, shattering all hope Hadrian had for a a quiet afternoon. The voice belong to a blonde women that appeared to be in her forties, though seeing that she was a witch Hadrian reckoned she was much older, that wore way to much make-up, had a predatory glint in her green eyes and wore classy robes of such a strident red that put even Dumbledore's to shame.

Hadrian almost groaned but he managed to contain himself and offer a weak smile to the unexpected visitor that looked strikingly similar to one nosy insect from his old life. 'Probably her mother or something...'

"Mrs. Skeeter, how nice to see you again. With what can I be of help on such a fine day?", he inquired politely, though he only wanted to throw the women out and go to sleep. But, if he had learned one thing in his life, it was not to mess with reporters. They could make one's life a living hell. Forget death eaters and dark lords, they were nothing against an enraged reporter.

As such, Hadrian could only smile and endure the torture. Not to say that appeasing the women now could prove useful in the long run, seeing how his life usually turned out. It would be nice if his side of the story would be listened to for once.

"Ah, such a polite young man, Mr. Fowl. People rarely show such manners these days," the reporter said with a beaming smile. "As it is, I only came for the interview you promised me. I must say, everybody is curious about what kind of life the hero led before he become a hero," she continued, not noticing the slight twitch of Hadrian's eyebrow.

Ah, so that is what she wants, Hadrian thought, remembering the woman's last visit, which happened the day after the article that proclaimed him a "hero" appeared. Fortunately, then he was saved by a mediwitch that had to perform some tests on him, so they rescheduled the interview, leaving Hadrian happy that he had some time to prepare for it. How the time passed so quickly he would never know.

"My life before discovering the wizarding world was nothing out of the ordinary, though, I'm sure that such an talented reporter as yourself will be able to make an interesting story out of it," Hadrian said with his best 'I'm-awed-at-your-awesomeness' look, that he perfected when trying to trick Slughorn into giving him the memory about the horocruxes, while he took a seat on the side of the bed across from the woman. After all, flattery was a great tool if it was properly used.

The woman's cheeks became slightly tinged with pink at the unexpected compliment and Hadrian mentally patted himself on the back when she replaced, in a most natural manner, the quick-notes quill in her hands with a normal one.

"It doesn't work anymore", she mumbled and Hadrian felt like snickering, though he managed to maintain his composure. After all, he wasn't supposed to be able to tell the difference between quills.

"So, should we get started, Mr. Fowl?" asked the reporter looking ready now to begin the interview.

"Fire away, Mrs. Skeeter . And please call me Hadrian. 'Mr. Fowl' makes me sound like an old man," Hadrian said in a playful tone, scrunching up his nose. His eyes were full of mischief as he prepared for the challenge that awaited him. He wondered what kind of persona to create for himself and realized that the truth might be the best way to deal with this. After all, everybody loved a tragic hero and Hadrian's life was bound to make some housewives weep, he thought, letting his Slytherin side have full reign.

He would surely need the public support in the future, so he couldn't be distracted with things like pride and such. If the audience wanted an innocent little orphan to hail as savior, who was he to deny them?

Boy, this would be fun...

HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome

Piercing ice-blue eyes drank in the picture of a certain young boy that smiled at him from the front page of Daily Prophet. Those feature, that hair, those eyes...It looked exactly how he would have looked like should he still be alive. But he wasn't, he was dead along with the daughter and son-in-law he never bothered to know. ...Or... was he?

Now that he thought about it, he never got to investigate the incident more deeply; he had just assumed they had all died. Not that he had the chance to, seeing that he was in prison at the time, he thought dryly, pouring himself a drink to calm his growing nerves.

He let his eyes trail the boy's face once again and couldn't stop the hope from blossoming in his chest. Holy Merlin, this could be his grandson, his heir, his last living relative...

No, he couldn't get ahead of himself, it was only a possibility, a very small possibility at that if he were to be true with himself. He forced his eyes away from the picture and towards the actual article and almost sneered after reading the title.

HADRIAN FOWL- exclusive interview

"I was considered a freak, an anomaly of nature"-H. Fowl

by Leona Skeeter

Everybody knows about the heroic deeds made by the now famous young man Hadrian Fowl, the first known survivor of the Avada Kadevra curse, who selflessly rescued Aria Malfoy from the heart of danger and defeated three Reapers at the same time. But the questions remain -who exactly is Hadrian Fowl, how was his life before all this and why did he run into the crossfire to save the little girl?

This reporter decided to find out the answers.

And that was how I found myself in front of the charming boy in his hospital room. I was pleasantly surprised at the polite attitude and warm welcome that Hadrian, as he insisted to be called after he confessed that he thought 'Mr. Fowl' made him " sound like an old man", greeted me with. He gladly honored me with an interview to help us satiate the curiosity we have towards his person.

When I asked him to describe himself I was once again surprised at his attitude. Where I expected an arrogant boy that would start to brag about his actions, I found instead an honest and shy young man who seemed to be overwhelmed by the attention he got.

"I'm just a normal boy, really, well as normal as one that discovered he's a wizard out of the blue, anyway,"he said chuckling a little. "What happened wasn't in any way worthy of all the praise I got. I only did what needed to be done by helping a child that was in danger. I'm certain that every other person would have done the same if they had seen the little girl before me. As it is, I saw it first and there wasn't time for getting someone else to help considering the situation we were in," he affirmed while a small blush tinted his cheeks. "As for the rest of the things that transpired from then on, I can honestly say that I'm just as confused as the next person about what happened, even more so considering that it happened to me. As I see it, I survived only by a pure stroke of luck, after all what could I, considering that I didn't even learned to cast my first spell yet, have done?" the boy continued, clearly undermining his role, unsure of himself and the expectations the world might have for him after the feat he had done.

Though, he doesn't need to worry about that seeing that the tests performed by a special team of healers and unspeakables show that our hero is without doubt a powerful and talented wizard. It seems that Hadrian's magical reserves are double the size a child his age should have, and they continue to grow, the research also revealing that the boy has an affinity towards several magical branches like animagus transformation, metamorphmagus and rune master among others. Not to mention that the intelligence tests showed an IQ that far surpassed that of a child or even that of a grown-up.

And still, the boy believes himself to be ordinary, not special at all, even when everything points exactly the opposite, proving that he is in fact a bright and brilliant young wizard.

Though that seemed odd to at first to this reporter, the cause of his low self esteem soon became all too clear with the next answer provided by Hadrian.

"I spent most of my life till now at the orphanage though, occasionally I would be adopted for a while by some family or another," Hadrian said with a sad smile. "At first, when I was adopted, I used to think that finally I found myself a place to call home, only to have my hopes crushed each time it was decided that they couldn't deal with my freakishness and returned me to the orphanage," he continued, with a far-away look in his eyes. "Not that I could blame them. After all, it was true that all sorts of unusual things did tended to happen around me. Things that couldn't be explained by science, and it is a known fact that people are afraid of what they can't understand. I was considered a freak, an anomaly of nature, clearly not adoption material. One family actually brought in a priest after one of my freakish accidents, firmly believing that I was possessed by the devil and wanting to exorcise the demons out of me. Imagine my surprise when I found that I was in fact a wizard and all the weird things were normal cases of accidental magic,"the boy bravely finished, his smile never once wavering.

That couldn't be said about this reporter because, at the end of his speech, I must admit I didn't have the strength to stop the tears from falling. Only thinking about all the hardships the boy had to endure at such a young age, without anybody to offer him even a word of compassion ...

But he got through everything with a smile on his face, not once giving up, refusing to let the hardships get to him. And more, he grew up to be a charming young man whose bravery saved more than a little girl, becoming a ray of hope in our war filled world.

This reporter commends him for such strength, in hopes that the future will show more kindness towards him and I wish to appeal to all the wizards and witches out there to help this extraordinary boy while he creates his own path in our world.

May he never experience the pain of betrayal from our kind.

Hadrian Fowl, the wizarding world is with you. May your future be blessed with only happiness!

'Orphan wizards – should we leave them in the care of muggles?' - see page 2

'Hadrian's new Gringotts account- show your support and donate' – see page 3

'A hero's ball - an up-coming party thrown in honor of Hadrian' – see page 5

The glass of cognac he was holding started to crack from the pressure after he finished reading the article. How dare those muggle-scum treat a magical child that way? Putting aside the possibility of the boy being his grandson, no wizard should suffer at the hands of those muggle trash, not even muggleborns deserved such a fate.

Around him the book-shelf started to rattle because of his raging magic but he couldn't care less. To think that a magical child could suffer at the hands of those low-lives...With a deep breath he forced himself to calm down. He couldn't do anything to help. Yet.

The blue orb glowed with determination as he headed towards the floo-connection. This was why he continued to fight in spite of all the difficulties encountered. To create a better world, one in which children aren't punished for something they can't control, one in which muggles learn once and for all their place in the society. And he would win. If not for him then for the future generation.

Green flames sprang to life, casting an eerie glow on the wrinkle-filled but still handsome face of the pureblood aristocrat. A steel glint entered the man's icy eyes as he prepared to call an old friend.

It was time for the truth, and, even if the boy proved not to be his heir, by his actions alone he managed to be worthy of his interest, a feat not many managed to obtain.

With an wandless and soundless flick of his hand he summoned the floo powder to him.

Let the games begin.

HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome

Small snickers escaped Hadrian as he read Leona's article. It had worked better than he thought. A sob story in which he was praised each two sentences, what a success! Those compliments he gave her throughout the interview sure had paid off. Tragic hero indeed, huh?

Though, he had to admit that he was surprised to hear about the account issue. Who would have thought he would get so lucky?

Well, okay, he got lucky pretty often but that usually happened in a life or death situation and it was always compensated with an equal share of misfortune. He sure hoped that it wasn't the case this time around. He had so much bad luck already that he was sure it would last for more than a lifetime.

With a grin he carefully folded the newspaper and put it on the small table beside his bed. Then, adopting a thoughtful expression, he picked up the elegant envelope with his name written on it in cursive, golden letters, that contained an invitation to the ball thrown in his honor. The ball hosted by the Malfoys.

He snorted when he thought about the expression Draco would have made if this would had happened in his old world. Pfft, priceless! He could almost see him sputtering in indignation.

Still, all jokes aside, he wasn't sure if he was up for going to the Malfoy manor, a place that held so many painful memories. A tremor shot through his body as he remembered the cries of pain made by Hermione as she suffered the Cruciatus Curse at Bellatrix' hands, and he closed his eyes trying to block the memory out. Too soon, it was too soon to return there, but, he couldn't exactly decline...

Tap. Tap. Tap!

The loud tapping noise startled Hadrian from his thoughts and he opened his eyes to discover that the noise was made by an tawny owl rapping its claw on the window, a piece of parchment safely held in its beak.

Curious, he opened the window to let the owl in. As soon as he jerked the window open the owl swooped in and dropped its burden on the bed before leaving the room all in the span of a few seconds.

Hadrian blinked.

Well, that was strange. Usually the owl waited for a reply or rested for a bit before taking its leave. He blinked again and then decided that the parchment brought deserved more attention than the comportment of a ruddy owl.

The piece of parchment seemed harmless so Hadrian didn't hesitate to open it, only to have his eyes widen to the size of saucers. There, in quite a familiar scrawl, was written the words

If you wish to read my message you first must solemnly swear.

A friend

Could he dare hope that message was from who he thought it was?

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," he recited holding his breath to see what would happen next when...

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing happened. Well, what had he thought, that it would be that easy? He was a fool to think that Hermione would realize so soon that Hadrian was in fact him, really now what was in this brain of his sometimes...

He trailed off as he realized something important. Of course it wouldn't work without his wand. Duh!

Cursing his own stupidity he scrambled for his wand and, after taping the parchment with said wand, tried again.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

Yes! It worked, he thought in glee as new words started to appear on the formerly blank parchment. He eagerly, and more excited than ever, started to read the message that he now knew was from his friend.

Dear Harry,

I hope that I guessed right and that Hadrian is really your counterpart in this universe. When I saw the first article about him, you, I found the similarities between you two too hard to ignore. Honestly now, how many people do you know that can survive the AK, have a lighting bolt on their forehead and are obsessed with playing the hero?

Anyway, I wanted to say that I was invited to the ball hosted by the Malfoys so we can meet there. You won't ever guess who my counterpart is, I'm sure you'll be properly shocked. Also, expect a great deal of pain for bringing me into an alternate dimension without even a word of warning. I am very much displeased by your actions .

As it is we have much to discuss about our current situation. I hope to see you soon.

Love,

your pissed off friend Hermione.

P.S. If you read this letter you have to wear gloves at the party to let me know you are, indeed, Harry!

Hadrian read and reread the letter in a frenzy, not believing how smart his genius friend could be, though he winced slightly at the blunt threat the letter carried. Oh well, at least he didn't have to be indecisive anymore about the party. If Hermione was going to it, there was no way that he wasn't.

Finally, he would reunite with his friend. He felt like giggling from happiness but he still had his manly pride to sustain so he contained himself. Plus he didn't want to be heard by the nurses and believed to be off his rocker.

He couldn't wait for Saturday to come.

'Wonder who she will turn out to be...'

...TBC...

AN/ Heya ^-^ I'm terribly sorry for my late update but, like I explained in the previous AN , I was away with no computer. Anyway what I really wanted to say was...THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS! The sheer number of reviews I got made me drunk with happiness, that is not to say about the story's alert, favorites and all the like. I think, no, I KNOW I'm one of the luckiest writers out there! I'm sure some will kill to have any of you guys give such wonderful reviews to their stories like you do with mine. With reviews like these I'm sure that I'll never experience the horror that it's called a writter block *shiver*

Well, we better get on with the questions.

Firstly, Hadrian is NO Master of Death, though he was in the old universe, the key word being WAS as in he is not anymore. To be a Master of Death you have to posses all the Hollows and, in this universe, the Holows are owned by Dumbledore (the wand), Riddle(the stone) and the Potters (the cloak) so we have no Master of Death, for now at least.

Secondly, yes the past of Severus will mostly be the same (I really think it is perfect as it is) and I love the ideas I've got connected with him. Zana you were brilliant here ^-^ the same could be said about Remus' condition. As for the other (like Lily, James-about him, I already decided he will be the enemy so to speak but not his role beyond that-, peter etc) I'm still debating their role. And I'm really in love with the idea of having Petunia as a witch...but we'll see. Nothing is set in stone yet ^-^

Let's see...oh, yes, the reason why nobody in the orphanage noticed that Hadrian looked different is because he DIDN'T. When I said he will retain some of his old characteristics (Like the color of his eyes) I wanted to say that the body of his counterpart ALREADY had some of his looks even BEFORE they merged. It had something to do with being the counterpart in the first place (I'll include the explanation in the later chapter ^,^)

I really hope I cleared out most of the question as I don't think I remember all of them seeing that there were a lot of reviews and, if I didn't answer to some, I'm really sorry!

Oh, and I wanted to say to Andreas that I'll be sure to include the explanation about baby horocrux in the story soon. Thanks for pointig that out ^-^

Well, that's all I've to say for now. I hope you all liked the chapter.

Next update: Political parties 08.08.2010 maybe even sooner if you feed me reviews *puppy eyes* The more reviews I get the longer the chapters will be, even one word reviews warm my heart so...gimme ,gimme , please?*_*

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