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 speech/
$parseltongue$
AN/ Sorry for the grammatical and spelling mistakes you might find. I'll try to post the improved version soon .
A soft fragrance of expensive perfume filled the sumptuous room with its soothing scent of jasmine as Walburga inspected her toilet in the dressing mirror.
The mirror was old, maybe even ancient, as it was an item that was passed down from generation to generation to one of the daughters of the Black family, believed to bring good fortune to the one who was chosen as its keeper. As it was, there was no voice screaming fashion advice from inside it, as the more modern mirrors that had caught women's interest seemed to have.
But, as she traced the mirror's gold frame that seemed to be made of intertwined roses with her eyes, Walburga thought she wouldn't have it any other way. After all, her fashion sense was more advanced than any enchanted mirror would ever hope to posses.
She took in her appearance, making a few finishing touches here and there.
Her make-up was in natural tones, only enhancing the beautiful orbs of liquid chocolate she possessed while her hair was up in a curly bun at the back, with soft, loose, black curls and refined looking bangs at the front.
She was dressed in a sophisticated dress robe, with a strapless design, that revealed her shoulders while the fitted bodice enhanced the curves of her waist. The bodice was slightly shirred, featuring tone on tone embellishments that ended at her hips, making the gown appear to be a two-piece. At the knee, the smoky material was dramatically gathered, falling in ruffles to the ground with a short, fluid train in the rear. It gave her a classical feeling.
A small, satisfied smile appeared on her usually cold pureblooded face.
She looked good.
"You look more lovely than ever, Walburga," said Orion as he helped her put on the matching short-sleeved jacked of the dress, covering her revealed back, before pulling her into a gentle kiss. "I'll be the envy of every one with you at my arms," he said, love and affection shining brightly in his warm gray eyes, as he felt more content with his life than he had ever thought possible.
As his wife proceeded to inspect his elegant, dark-blue dress robes with a critical eye, in search of any imperfections, fixing his collar or straightening some unseen creases from time to time, something that had become a ritual before any party in their married life, he let a gentle smile appear on his face.
He knew some of his friends thought Walburga was the one to call the shots in the house, but he didn't care. After all, it was the truth, not that he was complaining as he preferred it that way.
And why shouldn't he?
He had a smart, beautiful woman as his wife and she took care to keep everything in check for him. Walburga liked being in control of things, he liked being able to relax and take it easy. They were a perfect match.
He could always count on her to solve the problems that might arise, and there weren't many things that forced him to do something about them himself as he knew she could handle herself almost everything.
But Sirius' situation...
Let's just say he hadn't liked it when someone messed with his family, especially when they did it when said family member they messed with was a baby, his baby, at the time. But they would pay, he thought, with a steely flicker in his eyes that disappeared before Walburga had a chance to catch it. He didn't want her to know he had taken matters into his own hands. She'd worry, like always, when he was forced to act like the family head. After all, him acting that way meant that the problem was really serious.
And it was.
Walburga might not realize it now but the web could have had much worse outcomes beside the altering of Sirius' personality.
It threatened both the past and the future of the Black House because, if Sirius, as the first born and heir, changed his views and raised his children with other beliefs opposed to the Black traditional ones, all the knowledge their ancestors had gathered would have become lost and in the future the Black house would have been turned to the light side, forgetting all about the black magic that ran through their veins, the so called forbidden magic.
If it had been Sirius' own choice, Orion would have managed to accept it somehow. Maybe. But trying to force the choices he made with a compulsion web was big no-no. And the worst part was that they, whoever they were, could try to put the same web on Sirius again and this time his son wouldn't be able to get rid of it as easily as he had. Considering that the first time it had taken the boy eleven years to get rid of the web, as in all of his life to this day...
The best solution was to find the one who had placed it on him and stop him from trying again. Ever.
But the possibility of another attempt remained and that's why he'd hid it from Walburga, to let her enjoy this time of happiness. That's why he had contacted him...
BANG!
A loud noise and a scream of "REGULUS! I'll kill you!" disrupted his train of thought and the smile he'd lost in his musing returned with full force as Walburga, with a muttered "what now?", left the room gracefully, ready to confront the children. Boy, weren't they in trouble now? he thought with a snicker before proceeding to follow his wife down the Black's house magnificent, if slightly scary, halls towards the children's rooms.
The sight that greeted him when he entered the after his eyes made him blink.
Once.
Twice.
He felt his ribs start to crack due to his suppressed laughter but he knew that if he did laugh, the murderous glare Walburga was throwing at Regulus would be redirected at him. He didn't want that to happen. Nobody would.
But still...
It was pink
It was frilly,
It was a dress...
And Sirius was the one wearing it...
'Control yourself, Orion!' He thought in despair, as tears of mirth started to appear in the corners of his eyes.. 'You can't laugh even if it is the most funny thing you ever saw. Control!'
But, in the end, he was still only a human, he thought as all his restraints snapped and laughter spilled from his mouth, interrupting Walburga in mid-lecture, making Sirius blush and scowl at the same time and making the spark of mischief in Regulus's eyes return in full force.
Even now, as the subject of two deadly glares from Walburga and Sirius, which he had to admit were a truly frightening combination, he was happy. He loved his family and he would protect it. Even if he had a beautiful scary women as his wife and two sons that seemed to have switched their personalities in the last few days, Sirius becoming a composed and studious young man while Regulus decided to take revenge on his brother for all the pranks he had played on him and discovering his mischievous side in the process.
He watched with loving eyes as the chaos started to calm down under Walburga's care and soon they were all gathered in front of the fire-floo, Sirius now dressed in elegant dark blue and silver masculine dress robes, ready to floo travel at the Malfoy's ball.
As the green flames sprung to life he realized that even though Walburga might be the one who made all the decisions in the house, he was the one that, from the shadows, took care that no matter what decisions she took, things didn't get out of control and that his family was safe.
And he was happy with that.
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
James Potter was bored.
He was currently at the Malfoy's ball, in a grand room with fireplaces on each side and curved double staircases that wound their way upwards. Those staircases were closed off with a delicate silk rope, clearly enchanted to keep the more curious visitors from going to explore the less public areas of the manor. He mentally snorted. Quite a lot of security for someone that didn't have anything to hide...
As he watched, unimpressed, the grandiose ballroom illuminated by magnificent looking chandeliers and listened to the oh so boring tunes played by the orchestra, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
He scowled yet again as he tried to catch a glimpse of him through the ridiculously number of guests that had attended the party, without any luck. And come on now, he was used to big parties, his dad threw one of these often enough, but this was in an entirely different level of its own.
Pyramids made of crystal glasses full of golden champagne, boles of punch and mountains of delicious chocolate truffles could be seen all around him as the guests exchanged pleasantries and made polite conversation with each other. There was even an area dedicated especially for children with more sweets than he could wish for, pastries that made one's mouth water and a large variety of fruit juices but he left said area in search of the reason for which he had come to the party.
The somewhat refined atmosphere of the ball was lively and cheerful on the surface, although there was an underlying tension circulating in the air. And it was understandable, as nobody had come here for mindless chit-chatting. They came, as well as himself, with only one purpose in mind. To meet him.
To meet Hadrian Malfoy.
James couldn't help a grimace from appearing at the boy's last name.
Really now, how those slimy Slytherins had managed to adopt Hadrian, James couldn't even fathom.
Even Dumbledore, the world's greatest wizard, had confessed, yesterday evening when he had visited him and his family at Godric's Hollow, that he was afraid that Hadrian would turn dark in the midst of such a family. And he had also said that he, James Potter, was the one that could stop that from happening by befriending Hadrian, so that the poor boy wouldn't be forced to rely on those no-good snakes.
After all, everybody knew that they were dark and evil, while Hadrian was, in James eyes at least, the epitome of everything he wanted to be - a true Griffindor. Good, noble, strong...
A hero.
And he wouldn't allow those Slytherins to taint him with their dark magic, James thought, the word 'Slytherin' feeling like poison even in his mind.
He would become important in Hadrian's life as he wouldn't allow the boy to overlook him. He was sure they would become best friends. After all, who could be a more perfect choice for Hadrian's best friend than him?
He was smart, when he wanted to be, funny, good-looking, rich and an all around blessing to have around. More, he would be in the same year as Hadrian in Hogwarts. He was perfect for the role. He couldn't wait for all the fun they would have at Hogwarts and all the wonderful prank they would pull off. A dreamy smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
He couldn't wait!
'And there he is!' James thought with glee, sighting the boy as he followed Abraxas Malfoy, who was dressed in expensive looking green robes, towards the center of the ballroom. He couldn't stop a grin from showing at the uncomfortable appearance the boy had, faced with the undivided attention of hundreds of wizards and witches.
Hadrian, James observed, was dressed in form fitting dress robes made of the finest fabric. The green and silver accentuated Hadrian's lithe form and made his stunning emerald eyes stand out even more. Though the robe colors were those of the Malfoy family and contrasted with James' own red and golden ones, he had to grudgingly admit that Hadrian looked really beautiful dressed in them, despite the message the robes sent to those who could read their subtle language.
And James, although he despised this kind of underhanded and sly shows of power, knew said language very well - he was, in the end, heir to a powerful pureblood family trained to spot such things, even though he hadn't wanted to - and he didn't like their statement one bit.
'Back off! He's a Malfoy now!' the robes seemed to scream and James wished he could burn them off with only the intensity of his glare. Alas, not all wishes come true, so James continued to sulk in disappointment as he noticed with curiosity that Hadrian also wore elegant white gloves on his hands, despite the high temperature of the air. Strange.
The noises of the crowd died down almost instantaneously, and the orchestra stopped playing in the middle of the song, as Abraxas stepped forward to address his guests after the appearance of a portly looking man dressed in flashy dark orange robes. The man had a good-natured smile imprinted on his face though his chestnut eyes spoke in another manner altogether, greed shining brightly in their depths.
The minister, James thought, recognizing the man who gave his dad killer headaches every day with his stupidity.
"Beloved guests," Abraxas started with a tenor voice, his eyes sweeping across the entire ballroom. "We are gathered here tonight to celebrate and honor the heroic deeds made by the one who saved my daughter and who knows how many other lives in the 'Diagon Alley Battle', managed to do the impossible and survive the killing curse and also miraculously healed my husband just a few days ago from a curse that was proclaimed to be impossible to heal from. We are here to give our thanks to the one who agreed to honor my family by becoming a part of it," he continued, sadistically enjoying the envy hidden in the crowds eyes, "namely my new son Hadrian Malfoy, this courageous young man," he said, gently pushing Hadrian in front of himself so he could be better seen by the curious people.
Hyenas, all of them, James thought in disgust seeing the manipulative and sly gleams that appeared into some of the guests' eyes while they gazed at Hadrian who, James noticed amused, although looking very composed, at the moment had an almost unnoticeable blush adorning his cheeks as the people greeted him with excited applause.
"The minister also has a few words to say to our young hero," Abraxas said when the applause for Hadrian quieted down, at which Minister Leech adopted a pompous attitude before strutting in front of Hadrian, who looked somewhat wary at being faced with an orange clad Minister.
"Mister Malfoy," the man started in an official tone with his oily voice as he addressed Hadrian, "the British Ministry is hereby awarding you with the the Order of Merlin, First Class, for the great achievements you have accomplished. May you wear it with pride and bring even more honor to this title," the ministry said, in such strongly cheerful tone that no one doubted, not even for a second, that it was fake as he pinned a gold medal to Hadrian' robes and handed the the boy a diploma of sorts.
"Thank you," Hadrian murmured in a soft voice and instantly everybody held their breaths, yearning to hear more of that angelic voice speak.
"Thank you," he repeated in a stronger voice, letting his bright, green eyes roam over the faces that were drinking in his every word, "for coming to this party to show the support the wizarding world has for me and for bestowing me with such a great award as the Order of Merlin. I can't properly express my happiness and gratitude in being so strongly welcomed into this new, at least for me, world of wizards and witches in which I can finally say I found my place.
My place and also my family, as I can't ever repay the Malfoys for the kindness and love they have showed since they adopted me into their family treating me as if I really was their son. I consider myself lucky and I just wish that no other orphaned magical child will be forced to live the kind of life I was forced to live at the orphanage.
As it is, I was sad to find out that the Wizarding world doesn't have a specialized institution to take care of this kind of problem. I think it's the time we changed that," he declared in a heated and confidant voice, making everybody wonder where the shy-looking boy had gone, while murmurs started to rise because of his declaration.
"Because of that," he continued, as if he hadn't heard, or simply ignored the effect his words produced, "I have decided to use the money that was collected in the vault opened for me by Daily Prophet, to which I give my gratitude, where wizards and witches from everywhere donated what they could and in which now is deposited a good amount of money, a thing that warms my heart, being another proof of the wizarding world's kindness, to create such an institution.
Seeing that I now have a family to take care of me, I think that this is the best use I could give to the fund all of you helped to raise. I also wish that you will continue to support this project of creating the first Magical Orphanage in the wizarding world, specially considering just how many children became orphans in these times of war.
After all, aren't these children the future of our world? Then we should take better care of them," Hadrian said solemnly, every spoken world filled with barely contained passion.
"Thank you for attending this ball. I hope you'll be enjoying yourselves for the rest of the night and that the food and drink provided are to your tastes. I will also be joining you in a few moments and the answer to any questions you might have about the magical orphanage can be asked of my father as, even if it was I who proposed the idea, he is the one that will actively work towards this goal. I'm not very good at all the paper work necessary for such a big project," Hadrian finished in a sheepish voice.
There was a span of three seconds silence in which the guests mulled over what Hadrian said.
Then the cheers and applauds erupted louder than ever, making Hadrian's cheeks become tinted with pink as even a few quiet chuckles caused by the end of his speech could be heard from the excited crowd.
James watched everything in fascination. Now he was more certain than ever that Hadrian truly didn't belong with the Malfoys.
And how could he, considering how noble, kind and gentle he just proved to be? After all, the boy just declared he renounced a fortune worth of galleons and everything for the sake of some unknown children. And the boy was the same age as him, for crying out loud, and he didn't even like to share his toys with other children! Just how selfless could Hadrian get?
James mentally decided to improve his sharing abilities if only around Hadrian.
Satisfied for now since he had been able to see his hero for a little while, James decided to return to the 'children's corner'. He knew that, sooner or later, Hadrian would also come there to be introduced to him and the others children that were invited to the ball.
He couldn't wait to have the boy's attention all on him.
With a tiny smirk and an expectant feeling, James started to head towards the children's area, hoping beyond hope that nobody had noticed his absence.
He couldn't wait to officially meet Hadrian, his future best friend!
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
Hadrian was, to put it lightly, tired.
His face was starting to hurt from all the fake smiling he had done this entire evening but he was forced to maintain the act knowing that, despite the carefree facade the guests put on, they were all watching him with hawk eyes, waiting for a slip they could pounce on.
He sighed inwardly as he was introduced to yet another family who started to rant about how great his idea about the orphanage was. At first he had made an effort to retain all the names and faces of the people that were introduced to him but, after he had passed the hundred limit, he was forced to give up.
Greengrass, Goyle, Torras, Bones, Parvati, Smith, Ivanov, Deboir, Longbottom, Rosier, Gamp, Sawada, Flint, Bulstrode, Lestrage, Yaxley and many, many other names formed a labyrinth of mixed faces and voices inside Hadrian's head inside which he was sure he would be forever lost.
With a barely contained sigh he excused himself from the boring conversation he had with the head of the Crabbe family, who didn't look any less a troll than his grandson had, and headed towards the balcony for a breathe of fresh air. Well, at least his idea about the orphanage had won the approval of many influential wizards, he thought, trying to get in a better mood in a optimistic manner. At least he gained something from all this hassle and hopefully he would stop the forming of another Voldemort with this project.
Hopefully.
A real sigh escaped through his lips as he thought about the situation he had gotten himself in.
Previously an orphan muggleborn, he managed to become the wizarding world hero, discovered he was in truth a pureblood wizard, of one of the most ancient lines at that, found himself adopted by the Malfoys and now he was delving into political games trying to expand his connections. All that after he had gotten himself and his best friend thrown into an alternate dimension, while cheating death at the same time, a friend about whom he still didn't know what kind of situation she had found herself in.
Unconsciously, he clenched his hands into fists, trying to draw comfort from the soft fabric of his white-silver gloves. He knew she was at the party, he could almost physically feel her presence, but why hadn't she approached him yet, seeing that she apparently knew who he was?
Feeling the tiredness overcome him, he closed his eyes with the full moon and starry sky as his last sights, letting the warm breeze caress his face while he muted off the party chatter.
He just wanted to lay in bed and sleep after the chaotic day he had had. Alas, it seemed that 'chaotic' was becoming the norm in his life and that he would have to get used to the state.
Even though he knew that, the day's events had still managed to tire him out.
A shudder run through his body as flashes of overexcited house-elves bent on making everything perfect for 'master Hadrian's special night', strict manners tutors that drilled the lesson into his head with a dry, monotone voice and happy, cheerful, pushy fashion designers that couldn't take no for an answer, run through his mind.
Another shudder quickly accompanied the first as he thought about how Gabriel and his relatives, who had come from France for the ball, joined up with said fashion designers, ready to use him as a dress-up doll. The stuff they made him wear would haunt his nightmares for years to come.
Grudgingly, he had to admit that he had a bit of fun with them, but that was mostly because of how kind and loving the Delacours were towards him. His 'grandma' Sophie, 'grandpa' Leon and 'auntie' Jeanne had been smothering him with hugs and kisses on the cheek with every chance they got as it seemed he had become their favorite nephew after healing their son and brother, respectively.
A soft smile appeared on his face as he realized he was finally part of a true family. One that loved and accepted him for who he was. He was truly happy despite the total mess his life was and the fact that he had found his place among the people he considered enemies in his old life.
"Bored already, Mister Hywell?" asked a smooth voice, startling Hadrian who snapped his emerald eyes open, quickly encountering a pair of burning rubies watching him. "I would have thought you'd last a little longer before hiding yourselves from your fans," said Riddle with a conceited voice filled with hidden amusement.
Hadrian couldn't say he was surprised to see the teacher. Only this man insisted stubbornly on calling him 'Mr. Hywel', refusing to address him with any other title or name, despite knowing that his true heritage was to be kept a secret.
But really, when had Tom Riddle been a man that played by the rules?
"Well, not all of us find entertainment in mocking other wizards in their faces, without them realizing," replied Hadrian, unconsciously letting himself relax even more. Though the boy hadn't yet realized, he had come to rely on the professor's presence in his life more than he would have liked.
Well, that might be because the professor was a constant presence in Hadrian's life so far...
"Noticed that, have you?" Riddle asked arrogantly with a smirk, one that made his face become sinfully attractive in a heart beat. Even Hadrian, who wasn't really into appraising other blokes looks, had to admit that Riddle looked quite handsome tonight as he elegantly swirled the champagne in his glass, clad in flattering black and dark burgundy robes made of silk that enhanced the flawless face and fit body, making all the women, as well as a few men, drool in his wake.
"It was hard not to," was the scoffing reply Hadrian gave before he closed his eyes, once more letting himself bathe in the soft moon rays. "You weren't exactly subtle with your jabs."
"Tell that to the the ones I talked to. They were practically drinking in my every word without noticing for a second all the taunts I made towards them," Riddle said, seeming to be quite disappointed by that fact as he leaned on the balcony beside Hadrian.
Silence enveloped both of them, but it was a comfortable kind of silence in which they enjoyed the fresh evening air, filled with the soft floral flagrance that came from the exquisite gardens that surrounded the Manor, and each other's company. The wind rustled a bit through their hair, and Hadrian exhaled deeply, feeling himself becoming more relaxed than ever sitting like this, with his archenemy's alter ego, enjoying the night atmosphere.
"I suppose I should return to the party. I'm sure father and Lucius must have gone ballistic over my prolonged absence," said Hadrian in a joking tone, though there was an underlying shade of disappointment coloring his voice, as he slowly opened his brilliant green eyes only to see that Riddle wasn't enjoying the view provided by the garden but was instead staring at him intensely.
He shivered for whatever unknown reason as he was faced with the other man's burning stare, but he decided to ignore the professor's antics and not interrogate him about why the man was giving him such a look.
He wasn't sure he'd like the answer.
"You confuse me greatly, child" Riddle murmured with his velvety voice, just as Hadrian was leaving the secluded area in which they took shelter from the annoying crowd that attended the party, but Hadrian pretended not to hear him as he continued on his way.
He didn't had any retort to give to the other because, if he was to be sincere, he was just as confused himself.
Riddle watched the empty spot in which Hadrian had stood just a moment ago for a little longer before taking a sip from his glass of champagne.
"So, how long are you planning to hide in the shadows?" he asked mockingly after he sipped the champagne, seemingly talking to the air as there was nobody around him.
Unexpectedly, a lone wizard seemed to pop out of nowhere behind him, one which Riddle seemed to have expected to show up, judging from the professor's completely relaxed stance.
If one was to describe the person that made the surprising appearance in one word, that word would be 'power'. Brute, raw power.
Dressed in black with elegant silver lined robes, the man exuded such confidence in his own force it would make an army doubt their changes of winning if they were to confront him.
The two men stared each other down, neither willing to show any sign of weakness. Burning red met icy blue, both coldly evaluating the person that was now standing in front of them.
Their dark magic pulsed around them, making the air crack with tension. There was one major difference between their auras as, where Riddle's magic was more cunning, seducing the opponent with its pure darkness before finishing him off, the stranger's was more straight-forward, wanting to be done with the enemy in one winning blow. They were different but had two common points – both were immensely powerful and both were made of the purest darkness that existed.
Both were the sign of a Dark Lord.
"So tell me, Gellert, what are you doing in my country?" Riddle asked, his tone sweetly dangerous as his red orbs stared straight into his adversary's eyes.
"I want to meet my grandson," the man, now recognized as Gellert Grindelwald, one of the most dangerous Dark Lords the world had known for centuries, replied in a blunt manner.
Riddle didn't ask how the man had found about that little tidbit of information, after all he didn't give a damn, but he wasn't going to let the man destroy his careful laid out plan. The plans that now involved the person of Hadrian.
"No,"was his reply and at that a humorless smile appeared on Grindelwald rugged but handsome face, while his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly .
"I wasn't asking you, I was only letting you know", the old wizard stated and the air seemed to suddenly drop down a grade or two.
The soft tunes played by the orchestra reached their ears while the glaring contest continued.
"No," Riddle replied yet again, sipping his champagne, "not yet at least, it's too soon for the boy. He'll be overwhelmed if you suddenly appear in his life, claiming your rightful place as his grandfather.. Don't forget what kind of status you have in the wizarding world. Not to mention the wizarding vow you gave me. You wouldn't want to break it now would you, old man?"
"An old man I may be, pretentious brat, but stupid I'm not," Grindelwald replied with a grin, seeing his pupil addressing him with the familiar nickname he's given him. "And my vow stated not to intrude in any political affairs that involved this country that you are so fond of. I'm sorry to say but my grandson isn't such an affair for me. But," Gellert continued, before Riddle could interrupt him, "I see your point. I'll give you till Christmas to prepare the child for our meeting, but no more," Grindelwald replied, letting his determination be known with his tone of voice.
Riddle seemed to want to say something but he didn't have a chance to as suddenly the orchestra song ended abruptly.
"Get out of my head, you PERVERT!" shrieked Hadrian's all too familiar voice, and, dumbfounded, the two wizards ran inside the manor to see what was going on, Gellart casting a strong concealment charm on himself on the way, so that he wouldn't be recognized by someone from the crowd.
There would be HELL to pay if someone had done something to Hadrian...
...TBC...
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