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/ AS always, thousand of apologies for the grammar errors and spelling mistakes you might come across the chapter, lol. Enjoy ^.^

"Get out of my head, you PERVERT!"

The panicked cry of one certain boy broke through all the noises of the party, making them to abruptly come to an end. The orchestra stopped playing in the middle of a song, the politely fake conversation ceased its course and even time itself seemed to have come to a stop.

The glamorous atmosphere of the party was completely ruined.

The boy, who nobody had any problem in identifying as Hadrian Malfoy as he was quite a celebrity, was clutching his head in obvious pain, glaring weakly at a gentle-looking man, with twinkling blue eyes in which the man's alarm at the situation at hand could be easily read, despite the slightly confused expression his face took on.

"Couldn't stop him...head hurts...scary... eyes..." Hadrian slurred out, with difficulty, stumbling a little with a dizzy expression on his face, before proceeding to fall backwards towards a random blonde-haired lady that was invited to the ball, with blood faintly leaking from his nose.

"Hadrian!" the blonde lady screamed, catching the now unconscious boy in her arms before he could hit the floor.

In the complete silence that followed one could have heard a pin if one were to be dropped.

You could actually feel the shock wave that shot through the crowd at the events that happened in front of it, as though in slow motion, and all the eyes turned as one to stare at the one who, judging from Hadrian's actions before he fainted, was guilty for the boy's pain. The man with twinkling blue eyes. The pervert, Albus Dumbledore.

A threatening, dark aura suddenly appeared in the ballroom sending shivers of fear through all the occupants of the room as a certain attractive, ruby eyed professor made his entrance, elegantly sweeping with fluid moves through the room till he reached the fallen boy, followed by a simple looking old wizard that everybody seemed to deem unimportant. Quickly, the professor crouched down to check out the child's state using a couple of spells that no one recognized due to their quick succession, and let out one small breath of relief when he discovered that Hadrian appeared to be fine, despite the unconscious state he seemed to find himself in. And about that...

"Albus," the man started, his voice colder than the freezing winds of December, "what have you done?"

There was no hesitation in the professor's voice when he asked the question. For him there was no doubt that the headmaster had done something, he was absolutely certain about that as he, after all, was one of the few that really knew Albus, so, for him, the question was not if but what the old coot had done.

It took all of Albus' self control to not gulp as he was faced with cold glares from all the room's occupants. He had screwed it, and he'd screwed it BIG this time.

He opened his mouth to speak...

"Legimency," a poisonous voice, at least to Dumbledore's ears, interfered with the answer before he got a chance to wave his way out of this sticky spot. "He used legimency on Mr. Malfoy. On a child," emphasizedthe voice, which belonged to the woman in whose arms Hadrian had collapsed, fixing Dumbledore with a hateful stare. "And I'll make sure that all the wizarding world will find out that the Headmaster of the only magical school in the country has no qualms about mind-raping someone, not even a child," the woman stated , her eyes burning in rage and disgust as a collective gasp escaped the curious crowd that was now enraptured with the show that was put in front of them and in which, they were certain, the oh so great Albus Dumbledore would end with a smudged reputation.

No pity was seen in the eyes of those who had come to that conclusion. If what that blonde lady, which some of them quickly recognized as the famous or infamous, depending on which side of the woman you were, reporter Leona Skeeter said was true, then the man deserved everything that would be dished out at him. Although, the fact that THE Albus Dumbledore was capable of such a thing was something yet to be proven for a fact. Some of the ones present couldn't believe that the one thought to be the Light Leader would do such a thing. There was absolutely no way!

Leona Skeeter watched the reactions her accusation caused in interest, as murmurs started to raise from the crowd that stood numb with shock for a while. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her partner taking photo after photo, trying to not lose a moment of the drama that had started to unfold and hid a small smile. After all she was, first and foremost, a journalist. And a good one at that.

Always ready to investigate any juicy rumor, she was proud to say she had lent a hand in destroying the reputation of many wizards and witches while uncovering the truth. Some deserved it, some not, either way she didn't care much about that. After all, it was always fun to take those arrogant fools down a peg or two. And if they didn't want their reputation destroyed, then they should take more care of their public image.

Some said she was ruthless, she said they were just jealous of her talent. Anyway, she loved her job.

But Leona Skeeter was also a mother and Rita, her fourteen years old daughter, was the best thing that had happened to her.

Rita's sharp mind and energetic attitude always managed to bring a smile to her face after a tiring day of being forced to listen to babbling idiots. There was also the fact that her daughter already showed great potential in following in her footsteps. She had such a cunning mind and sly tongue despite her young age...

As it was, she had a soft spot for kids as, when she saw one, a image of her daughter flashed in her head.

Thus, Leona Skeeter was pissed off at the moment and inwardly swore to destroy the man responsible for hurting Hadrian. Although, in her line of job, it was vital for one to be detached at all time, Leona couldn't help but care for the young boy that had somehow found a small place in her heart.

Hadrian Malfoy was a truly charming young man, Leona thought, blushing slightly, remembering some of the compliments Hadrian had given her. That is why she couldn't believe the nerve Dumbledore had trying to pull off something like legimencying the boy in plain sight. Thank god she recognized the symptoms, thanks to one of her articles for which she had to research in depth the obscure branch of mind magic, and was able to call the man out to pay for his actions.

"It's a lie!" Charles Potter cried with indignation. The head of the Potter family that was clad in elegant robes colored in a a manner befitting one with a Griffindor ancestry, in red and gold. "Albus would never do such a thing," he continued with the conviction of a true follower that made the lips of many guests curl up in disgust.

I mean really now, if one were to become a loyal minion to someone, he should at least choose a master that didn't have questionable sanity. Yeah, sure, Dumbledore was powerful and all, but was power really the only thing that mattered? Did one truly want to serve someone that had such atrocious fashion tastes- just look at those hideous bright purple robes he had dressed in tonight, for Merlin's sake!, a bi-polar personality - the way the man switched his moods was quite creepy if one thought about it, with pedophile tendencies and was, all in all a total embarrassment for any self-respecting wizard or witch? One could do better than that! Really, all the light wizards were such idiots...

"Now, now, Charles," Albus started, ignoring the glares thrown at him for causing their hero to faint and who know what else because, even though everyone respected and trusted the word of Tom Riddle, the man wasn't a mediwizard, "I'm ashamed to say that miss Skeeter is right in her assumptions," Dumbledore continued causing another gasp to erupt not only because the accusation of Leona were proven to be right but also because the headmaster admitted to them as if it was no big deal. Didn't the man know the damage one could cause by using legimency on a child? He had already made Hadrian suffer mental pain and lose consciousness, for crying out loud. Not to mention it was highly illegal and a breech of privacy!

And he acted like nothing was wrong!

The Malfoys, who had just arrived at the scene, looked ready to strangle the old man but refrained thanks to their lord's silent order, became even more murderous listening the headmaster admit his fault like it was no big deal. Riddle, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes. He knew that Albus had some excuse ready for his behavior and that he would try to turn the situation around in his favor. He couldn't allow that. It was, after all, the perfect opportunity to get rid of the possibility of Hadrian siding with Albus once and for all.

Dumbledore inwardly sighed in relief. Thank Merlin he had an excuse prepared. He knew he could have denied the accusation now but it wouldn't have mattered in the long run. After all, any mediwizard could tell if legimency was indeed used on Hadrian with ease. And, modesty aside, not many could perform wandless and wordless legimency. It was quite fair to assume that he would have been a suspect even without the boy's cry. But, with Hadrian's accusations before he slipped out of consciousness, he had 'guilty as charged' written on his forehead! Tch, if only the child hadn't reacted so strongly at his intrusion...

Quite a peculiar thing to happen, he now realized, as, in the many times he used legimency, nobody had reacted as badly as Hadrian. Hell, nobody had even noticed his presence in their mind in the first place! It seemed that there was more to the boy than he first thought. He'd have to investigate more deeply into the matter but now he had to fix this mess he'd gotten himself into first...

Trying to meet the eyes of everybody in the room, as he knew that will make him appear more truthful, he put on his best grandfatherly look with a sorrowful expression as the finishing touch.

"I admit, that maybe my method wasn't the best one I could have used," Dumbledore started, making many scoff in a 'that's an understatement' kind of way, "but I only used it thinking of Hadrian's best interests," he continued, making many faces scrunch up in confusion. What was the senile wizard going on about now?

"I only wanted to make sure that Hadrian was indeed happy with his family because, after his tragic childhood, I thought he deserved to enjoy his life from now on. Because of that I used legimency trying to assess his true feelings towards his new family. Alas, I understand now that what I did was a grave mistake on my part. It is but as they say -the road to hell is paved with good intentions and I hope you'll forgive this old man that now stands in front of you for his temporary mishap," Dumbledore finished, head now bowed in shame, pleading for forgiveness, while trying very hard to contain a smirk. He could actually see how many of the wizards were already reconsidering their opinion towards the whole incident because, although the way he dealt with the worries he got towards Hadrian's well being could be called ...drastic...one couldn't say that it was an unexpected act from the well-known eccentric headmaster Dumbledore.

Ah, the liberty one got when he was considered ...weird...by normal standards.

"Lies..." a raspy whisper was heard drawing instantly the attention of everyone.

"Hadrian!" Gabriel exclaimed, rushing towards his son who was trying, shakily, to stand up with the help of Skeeter."Everything is so bright...," the boy murmured with a disoriented voice and squinting eyes, as Leona steadied him on his feet, drops of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Gabriel asked after not-so gently pushing the bemused Leona out of the way so that he could hug his precious son.

"I am fine, dad!" Hadrian said with a much stronger and steadier voice, shaking his head once to clear his vision and looking at his fussing dad with warm eyes. "But not thanks to him!" he continued while his eye became more steely, fixing a cold glare on Dumbledore, who tried to hide a grimace. Dammit! He had almost managed to get away!

"Hadrian, my boy, surely you..."

"Stop it, you perv! I am NOT your boy nor do I wish to be. And don't waste your breath trying to convince me that you tried to do it for my sake, like you did with these people because I already heard your explanation and I don't believe it," Hadrian said, his voice raising higher with each word.

"Mr. Malfoy," interfered Riddle's smooth voice, who startled Hadrian with use of that last name, "can you tell us what happened?"

"This...this man" Hadrian started , obviously trying to contain his ire, "came to me while I was heading towards the children area – I wanted to meet children of my own age and maybe make a friend or two," Hadrian added, with a dust of pink across his cheeks at the inquiring looks he got from the crowd.

"Anyway, he started to call me 'my boy' and tried to get his bony hands on me, so of course I freaked out a little and I was trying to find an excuse so that I could leave his presence," he said, earning a few chuckles from the guests despite the tense atmosphere. "Then he started to tell me about how Griffindor was the perfect house for me at Hogwarts and how it would be best if I was to be sorted there. When I said that it wasn't me who decided that but the sorting hat, he started to mumble something about 'the Malfoy's evil influence' and how he would be the one 'to return me to the Light side.' Then he forcefully grabbed my chin and stared straight in my eyes, muttering something about seeing for himself just how deep their influence ran within me...I tried to break eye contact, I really tried but then there was pain and flashes and more pain...And the next thing I knew, I collapsed in the arms of Ms. Skeeter, here." Hadrian said, breathing heavily from the effort it took to relate the events and reign in his anger at the same time.

"Whatever this man wanted to do," he continued with such a deadly glint in his eyes that those who thought he was only a cute, harmless child recoiled under his gaze, "I can assure you it wasn't in any way for my sake."

"Hadrian," Dumbledore tried again, "you have to understand that I was only thinking of your well being."

"That may be true, Headmaster," said another voice, which belonged to a stunning lady, with brilliant brown eyes and a proud stance. "But that doesn't change the fact that your acts caused harm to Mr. Malfoy," the woman stated in a calm tone, belied by raging fire that could be seen in her eyes.

"Not to mention that, considering everything, who is to say that this is the first time you used legimency illegally? Not everyone reacts as badly as Mr. Malfoy to a mental intrusion and you could have used legimency every time you wished to...spy ...on personal and private matters than one may want to remain a secret. I admit that, as a parent whose child will start to attend Hogwarts this year under your tutelage, I have to wonder just how secret my family secrets will remain. I do not want my son going through a mental intrusion like young Mr. Malfoy, here!" the women stated passionately. After what happened with Sirius she absolutely despised any attempt to harm children.

"Lady Black, surely you do not believe that! Only because of Hadrian's exaggerated version of..." Dumbledore started, only to abruptly stop when, faster than one could blink, Abraxas Malfoy had him at wand point, a curse ready on the tip of his tongue.

"One more word, Albus," Abraxas said in a lethal tone, ignoring the sharp intake of breath from the crowd, confronted with such a development, "and I swear that I'll blast you to the pits of hell and beyond," the man stated in such a way that it made the declaration seem not a threat but a promise. Nobody would cause harm to his family and expect to get away with it!

The tension escalated to new heights until, at the same time, both Hadrian and Riddle put their hands on one of Abraxas' arms with a reprimanding "Father!" and "Abraxas" respectively.

The wizard took a deep breath trying to calm himself. But really, how could one expect him to retain his cool when the same wizard that mentally attacked his son started to accuse said son of exaggerating the happenings? There was no way for him to do that.

Alas, at both his lord and Hadrian requests, he had no choice but to calm down.

"Monsieur Dumbledore," said a handsome wizard with a deep french accent who appeared to be in his forties, dressed in flattering blue and gold robes, with silver hair and eyes. "As you can see from my son-in-law's action, you are no longer welcome here so I suggest that you take your leave. But make no mistake," the wizard, Leon Delacour, who was the father of Gabriel, continued with his icy voice that, Hadrian thought, could actually cause frostbite if one was exposed to it long enough, "we will take legal measures against you and under no circumstances will you be allowed around my grandson any longer."

"I can also assure you that Ms. Skeeter will have my full support in revealing the truth about you, headmaster, not only in Britain but around all the world. I must say that I am most shocked and displeased to discover that the one the British people consider one of their leaders is a person like yourself. Just one more proof that the French posses more developed common sense, I guess", Leon said, and Hadrian almost rolled his eyes at the man antics. He really took pleasure in the competition going on between the French and the British.

Dumbledore was almost sputtering in indignation but somehow managed to keep himself composed and refrain from saying anything that could antagonize anyone any further. He knew that, no matter what excuses he used, that didn't changed the fact that it was, indeed, his fault. He knew that but that didn't meant he had to like it.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," started Abraxas, who had regained his cool composure in the meantime, with a formal tone and something akin with glee in his voice, "you are hereby banned from the Malfoy Manor and other Malfoy's properties. Until, or if, the ban is lifted you are forbidden from approaching anyplace owned by the Malfoy family. But, if you want to try to break the ban, please do be my guest. I'm sure your pained cries will be a delight to my ears," Abraxas whispered ominously, making a tremble of fear run through everybody at his sadistic tone, before the magical ban kicked in and Dumbledore was, with a loud pop, apparated outside the outskirts of the Manor.

His lord was, as expected, right, Abraxas thought. That had felt good indeed. And considering that he owned most of the shops and stores in the wizarding England, he was sure that Dumbledore would have a hard time from now on. Just like he deserved.

"Now that the pests are dealt with," started Gabriel with a charming smile while facing the guests," let us continue to enjoy the party", he said while the orchestra started to play on cue.

"Lady Black, Ms. Skeeter, if you could follow us," Lucius said with a silken voice while Gabriel entertained the crowd, that was now fervently gossiping about the recent happenings and the impact those happening would have, and Abraxas fussed over Hadrian who was scowling beside a strangely smug Riddle.

After a exchanging a knowing glance with Riddle, who started to head with Hadrian and the Malfoys to a private area no doubt to discuss the best way to handle Dumbledore, with the message 'we'll continue the talk later' clear for his former pupil to see, Grindelwald decided it was time for him to take his leave.

A half-smirk, half smile played on his lips as he though about what happened. As he reviewed in his mind the way his grandson played them all, he couldn't help but grin with pride. The boy was truly remarkable to pull one up on Dumbledore.

But, if he was to be frank, even he would have played right into Hadrian's hands if it wasn't for the fact that, while everybody was busy watching the drama unfolding with Albus and that reporter, he was busy studying his grandson for the first time up close. And that was when he saw it. Saw how the supposedly unconscious boy was fighting a smile from appearing on his face. And then it dawned at him. The child was faking it.

He didn't knew the 'whys' nor he did care to find them out. What mattered was that the boy was exceptional, a master manipulator.

The way he "regained" his consciousness just when Albus almost managed to sooth everyones' outrage at his actions was a brilliant move, one that destroyed Dumbledore's chances at forgiveness. And that little speech! His facial features, his body subtle movements, his tone of voice...Simply perfect! Every move conveyed his righteous anger at being mentally attacked, the 'reluctance' he felt at talking about his pain in public and the ire he supposedly felt at the man who caused him harm...

A shuddering breath escaped Gellert as he walked outside towards the apparition point. Excitement was building up in him at an alarming speed and he felt like giggling but he couldn't do that because it wasn't something a Dark Lord was supposed to do.

Still, he couldn't keep his grin off his face. His grandson was, after all, everything he'd wished for in a heir.

At first he was afraid of leaving the boy under the Malfoy's care, right under Riddle's thumb, but now...Now he knew Hadrian could take care of himself and wasn't as easy to manipulate as he appeared to be.

As he disappareted with a silent crack, Gellert couldn't help but wonder what was Hadrian's true personality. Because he was sure that he wasn't the innocent, harmless boy he tried to appear in front of the public.

A smirk appeared on his wrinkled face.

He couldn't wait to find out for himself when he officially met the boy at Winter Solstice.

HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome

Hadrian flopped on a couch exhausted.

He had just managed to get away from his fussing family, after more than a half hour in which he was forced to accept the continuing poking and probing by the mediwizards that had been urgently summoned to the Mansion to check out his health and during which Dumbledore was repeatedly bashed by everyone in the room, each and every one of the ones present wanting to find the best way to destroy the old coot. And, although seeing a Lady Black that wasn't a creepy yelling painting was kinda strange, he couldn't help the warm feeling that bloomed inside him when so many people jumped to his defense.

But man, that was so fun!

When Dumbledore tried to read his mind, Hadrian thought that he could overlook it at first. But then he remembered that most of the bad things that happened to him after Voldemort killed his parents were, in one way or another, Dumbledore's fault, so he decided to teach the old wizard a lesson. And what a lesson indeed! He reckoned that his dad would have been proud of him. After all, he was sure this was a prank at a much larger scale than his father had ever managed to do. Yeah, the marauders heritage would live on!

Idly, he wondered how Sirius and James of this world would have reacted if they had known that the whole affair was a prank . He imagined that either they would have been jealous of his idea or they would have been outraged at him acting against Dumbledore who, more than likely, was being worshiped by the two boys. Sirius, because he saw in the old wizard a way to escape his home life and James because he defeated Gellert and stopped the war for a short period of time. Gits!

Alas, Hadrian had to admit he would have liked to become friends with the two of them. But, now that he thought about it and if his memory wasn't failing him, he knew that they weren't much older than him, by one to two years at most. Well, maybe in time...

Knock! Knock!

Two sharp knocks on the door of the room pulled Hadrian out of his reverie.

"Enter," he called out and soon enough two boys, one with dark-brown eyes and the other with silver eyes, gracefully shuffled inside the room.

The chamber was, surprisingly enough, decorated with red and golden pieces of furniture. An imposing fire-place dominated the entire room, the flames giving Hadrian, who was lounged on the comfy looking couch seated in front of said fireplace, quite an innocent and dreamy look. Not forgetting for a second the manners that were drilled in him by Mr. William, his boring tutor who sorta reminded Hadrian of Professor Binns with his monotone voice, Hadrian elegantly rose up to greet his unknown guests, curiosity shining brightly in his stunning emerald orbs. There was something familiar about these two boys, especially the one with silver eyes...

"Hello," , Hadrian said with a musical voice and a disarming smile. "Can I help you with something?"

The two boys shared a look before the face of the one with brown eyes broke into a small smirk.

"Well, you see we just wanted to meet you. My name is Regulus Black and my brother here is Sirius Black", Regulus said not noticing the way Hadrian's smile froze for a moment on the boy's face when he heard their names.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Hadrian Malfoy," Hadrian managed to reply politely, in a friendly manner although he felt overcome with shock. Still, he managed to calm down quickly enough. He REALLY had to learn to stop getting so worked up over every strange, weird and more than a bit out of the ordinary thing that happened to him. He was still Harry Potter in the end, despite his new appearance and official name, and with him being in another dimension he should be expecting weird things to happen as a norm.

"We know. We were supposed to be introduced to you earlier but with all the commotion we didn't have a chance to. Still, mother managed to convince your fathers to let us say hello before leaving," Regulus continued, his smirk transforming into a grin.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," Hadrian said with a sheepish smile.

"Don't worry about it," Sirius said speaking for the first time. "It was quite entertaining," the boy said with a knowing smile that somewhat confused Hadrian.

"Well, we should leave now. Our parents are waiting for our return", Regulus said, giving Hadrian an appraising look, as if trying to calculate his worth before another smile broke on the boy's face. "You are not bad and at least you are not stuck up. I think we'll be good friends," he said, offering Hadrian his hand for a hand-shake, which Hadrian politely accepted with a charming smile of his own.

"I'm sure of that," he replied, turning now towards Sirius who also offered up his hand.

"We'll see each other the day after tomorrow at the Platform,"Sirius said shaking Hadrian's hand before tugging his brother's arm and exiting the room faster than lightning, leaving a bewildered Hadrian to stare after them.

After a few moments in which he was stunned by the boys' hasty departure, Hadrian finally noticed that a piece of paper had been slipped into his hand when he shook hands with Sirius. He carefully unfolded the paper, curious to see what the other boy would want to write to him. He hoped it wasn't a fan letter. It would be so weird to receive a fan letter from the one who was, in another life, like a father to you...

The first thing that struck him was the painfully familiar handwriting. Then there was that one proposition message itself.

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

A friend

The same as last time. He felt dread come over him but, seeing that denial wasn't just a river in Egypt, he refused to acknowledge the possibility of Hermione being...NO! He wouldn't go there!

With a stubborn determination he taped the paper with his wand and a whispered "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

As the message started to appear, each word appeared to be a punch to Hadrian.

Dear Harry,

Or should I say Hadrian now? Have you finally figure it out who I am yet?

I bet you did but refuse to acknowledge the truth even to yourself. You were always like that seeing only what you wanted to.

Well, I guess I should pull you out of the misery. The sooner you accept the truth the better. Yes Hadrian, you guessed right, I, Hermione Granger, have indeed found my counterpart in the person of Sirius Black.

Now you don't have an excuse! Deal with it. I did and assure you that it wasn't any fun waking up to find out that I'm a BOY. Anyway it's your fault I ended up like this in the first place. We'll talk more on the train or, if that is not possible, when we reach Hogwarts, in the Room of Requirement.

Your disappointed friend that didn't get to see your face while reading this,

Hermione/Sirius

P.S.: I told you that my counterpart identity would come as a shocker

Now, as Harry Potter he was used to having weird things happen to him. More so with the recent events. But even he wasn't prepared for finding out that his best female friend had become a boy and not only that but the one who, in another life was his godfather. So Hadrian did the only thing he could do to cope with this sudden revelation.

He fainted.

...For real this time.

...TBC...

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