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/ Once again, thousand of apologies for the grammar errors and spelling mistakes you might come across the chapter. Enjoy ^.^
The boy looked at his reflection in disgust, making sure that the muggle clothing he had to wear till he got on the Hogwarts' Express hid all of his bruises. He really didn't want to be the subject of uncomfortable questions, asked by people that had no clue what they were talking about. He took in his black, bottomless eyes, jet-black hair and second-hand black attire that clashed with his pale complexion; not even a bruise out in the open.
Satisfied by what he saw, he sat on the bed, next to his luggage, waiting for his mother to come and take him to the station. He felt, dare he say, almost happy that he was to finally leave this hell hole and the person he was forced to call father.
A wave of hatred and disgust overwhelmed him as he remembered his so called father. That thing didn't have the right to call himself that. A father wouldn't do what he did, a father wouldn't abuse his child and wife and a father would take are of his family instead of drinking all his money away. Father was the last thing he would call him.
His hatred turned to bitterness as he thought of his mother, feelings violently clashing with one another.
On the one hand, he hated her too, hated her for her weakness, for claiming that she still loved her husband despite everything he had done to him, to them, for forcing him to endure such a life instead of leaving that man, just because her blasted pride wouldn't let her admit that she was wrong in her choice of who to marry. A hollow snort escaped him as he thought of how often she said 'A Prince is never wrong' on a normal day. It had never even passed her mind that she wasn't a Prince anymore.
But, on the other hand, she was the only support he had, the one that talked to him about another world, full of magic and wonders, whenever their real life became too much to bear. The one that taught him everything she knew with hope that he would build himself a better life and introduced him to the world of Potions, an art which he could practice and persevere in even as a child as it didn't require the use of a wand. The art that helped him survive his childhood so far, letting the mystic air of the potions and the the intricate and complex recipes ensnare him completely, immersing himself in it as he forgot everything about the real world outside his make-shift lab.
Because of her precious gift, his mother was the only one he felt that he could come to love beside his little flower.
He let himself fall on the mattress, with his arms and hair sprawled on the bed. It gave a muffled screech under his weight but he paid it no mind. He was used to it.
The room, his room, seemed even gloomier than usual without his belongings giving it some sort of personality. It seemed so...empty...with only one lousy bed, a table that had an old book supporting its broken leg, a small closet in which his clothes used to lay and a chair.
The gray walls only added to the cheerless atmosphere.
The first rays of sun started to peer into the room through the only window and he sighed, thinking that it would be a long time till his mother came for him. It was, after all, only six, six and something, in the morning but, because of his excitement, sleep refused to visit him and so he had spent the entire night preparing everything he might need while at Hogwarts.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. He was so pathetic, behaving like a five year old waiting for Santa. Still, he couldn't help it. He was going to Hogwarts!
A small smile, so small that a normal person wouldn't have noticed it, tugged at his lips. He let his eyes slide to his trunk where, neatly ordered, all his school supplies and robes could be found. All brand new.
The smile grew a little bigger thinking of his mother's cunning. She had started to hide small amounts of money from his father in a safe place through the years, specially for Hogwarts. He still remembered how his mother's face had glowed when he received his letter and she had announced that she would personally see that he got on the train with everything that he needed. 'No Prince will go to Hogwarts like a beggar!' she had said and, for once, he was grateful for her pride and ignored the fact that, so that they could afford this small luxury, they had to buy only second hand clothes till now. But who cared about a muggle's opinion anyway, he thought with scorn, remembering the cruel taunts of the children from his old school who had laughed at his poverty. He was a wizard first and foremost, after all, so why should their words bother him?
He idly wondered what his new life would entail and he couldn't contain a disappointed sigh from escaping him. He had hoped that he would have his little lily beside him at the start of this new life but alas his hopes were crushed. After it was discovered that her sister was also a witch she started to spend less and less time with him, preferring the company of her sister. A wave of hatred towards his flower's sister came over him. That little witch always tried to ruin their friendship and since it was discovered that she also had magical powers, her efforts had increased tenfold.
Still he refused to wail in self pity. He would stride forward, make a name for himself and prove to his little flower that he was worth her friendship. Soon Severus Snape would be a well known name. He would become the youngest Potion Master ever known!
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
Sirius was on cloud nine.
Finally, he was returning to Hogwarts, with it's wonderful library and, better yet, he was going to see Hadrian! He couldn't wait. Although, he had to admit that he was going to miss his brother and parents...
And, boy!, wasn't that a weird feeling to have considering his real identity. Although, he had to admit, he had adapted pretty quick to this new life as Sirius Black. I mean really, he had even started to refer to himself as a "he" instead of a "she". That still freaked him out, to be frank. Not to mention, he would have to share his dorm with a bunch of boys. Wasn't that a wonderful thing to anticipate.
He grimaced. Better deal with the cruel reality later.
A smirk pulled at his lips as he looked over the articles that had made his day. The first was from yesterday and in it, with bold letters, stood written
DUMBLEDORE MIND-RAPES A CHILD!
-Hogwarts Headmaster uses legimency against Hadrian Malfoy-
by Leona Skeeter
Yesterday evening, during what was supposed to be a day of celebration for young Hadrian Malfoy, the young man whose selfless deeds are deeply appreciated by wizards from all around the world, became another traumatic experience for this child who, at such a young age, has been through more than enough pain.
And the one guilty for that is none other than Albus Dumbledore, the supposedly wise headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Legimency, the magical skill of extracting feelings and memories from another person's mind, is one of the most dangerous branches of mind-magic known and it's use is highly frowned upon by the law, not to mention ILLEGAL when it's done without permission, as it can cause permanent brain damage to the one subjected to it. And exactly that is what the well-respected Dumbledore attempted to use on the unsuspecting young Hadrian, not bothering to take into consideration the damage he might have caused or the fact that he was breaking the law.
Some of you might have doubts about this. And I don't blame you as, after all, who would expect the one looked up to as the Light Leader to do such a thing?
But it is the truth as many witnesses can testify to and as Dumbledore himself confessed.
Yes, you have read that right. Albus Dumbledore admitted to having attempted to use legimency on Hadrian Malfoy, proclaiming that he was thinking of the boy's well being, but one has to wonder about that. How does the possibility of incapacitating the boy mentally classify as "well being"?
And who is to say that this is the first time that Dumbledore has tried to use legimency illegally? Who knows how many other people have been his victims considering that, usually, legimency is quite unnoticeable if used by master in the skill? Only Merlin knows how long this would have continued if not for Hadrian who, being a natural occlumens as reported by the mediwizards that checked his health after the mind attack he suffered, had quite an violent reaction at being subjected for the first time to legimency?
One could not know.
Considering that Dumbledore is the headmaster of the school were our children go to, one might want to stop and ask himself just how safe the children and the secrets they might carry in their mind, truly are. Are we really willing to risk them returning to a place where the risk of being mind-raped by the school headmaster is so high?
And can we allow this to go unpunished just because Albus Dumbledore was the one who did the deed?
I'll leave you, dear readers, to decide for yourselves the answer to this questions. But make no mistake! If we don't properly deal with this now, who knows whose mind will be invaded next. It may even be yours or one of your children's.
Are you willing to take the chance?
'Dumbledore – removed from his positions while under investigation' – see page 2
'Legimency- the obscure branch of mind magic' - see page 3
'Hadrian Malfoy – he surprises us once more!' - see page 5
Sirius' smirk grew even wider as his eyes slid over to today's articles that followed the progress of Dumbledore's investigation. Finally, the old coot was getting exactly what he deserved, especially considering that his manipulations were the ones that had led to the death of Hadrian and himself.
Still, to think Hadrian was able to pull this off...
Brilliant! Even he would have been fooled by that act of his if it wasn't for the fact that he knew his friend so well.
A fond smile replaced his smirk. He couldn't wait to see Hadrian again, preferably alone this time. They had plenty to talk about, after all.
"Sirius! Get down here already!" Regulus screamed from the bottom of the stairs, with an exasperated tone in his voice, making him come down to Planet Earth.
"Coming," Sirius responded, taking some books he wanted to read with him on the way and which he was certain he hadn't seen in the school library.
"Finally! Mother was going ballistic wondering what you were doing upstairs and speaking of which, what were you doing upstairs?" Regulus asked as he dragged Sirius towards the living room.
"I brought a few books with me I had forgotten to pack", Sirius answered with a sheepish smile, motioning to the books that lay harmlessly in his arms, at which Regulus rolled his eyes.
"Figures," his brother said with a snort, earning himself a mild glare from Sirius before both promptly started laughing.
As they continued walking, Sirius mind trailed off once again thinking of how different the Black family had turned out to be in reality. They were united and cared deeply for each other. Just thinking of the sumptuous feast they had prepared last night, containing all of his favorite things, was enough to warm him up to them. Even Regulus, who tried to put up a mischievous front most of the time, refrained from pulling any pranks in his last night here till Christmas. It was a lovely dinner and he was certain he would cherish it always.
Turning left, Sirius cleared his head of thought while he and Regulus entered a well-lit room, its walls painted in a soft pastel, broken up by silky blue flowing curtains. A coffee table, with matching armchairs and sofa, was seated in front of an impressive fireplace and Sirius couldn't help but inhale deeply the soft jasmine perfume emanating from the flowers that proudly sat in the middle of said coffee table.
"Sirius, Regulus, where have you been till now? We are going to be late!" said a distressed lady Black, who was organizing the trunks that Sirius was to take with him to Hogwarts. The way too many trunks Sirius had to take with him to Hogwarts.
"Mother, what in the name of Merlin are those?" asked a horrified Sirius, pointing to the the mountain of trunks that awaited him.
"Your luggage, of course," answered Walburga in a matter of fact voice, while, with a wave of her wand, she made the trunks shrink. "You never know what you might need so it's better to be prepared. And for Morgana's sake, please do close your mouth. It's unbecoming," Walburga absently said while mentally she tried to figure out if she had forgotten to pack something.
A bemused Orion watched his fussing wife with a caring expression. His face became creased with a frown in worry as his gaze fell on Sirius, who still wore an gob-smacked expression on his face at the amount of luggage his mother had packed for him, while his brother smirked at his misfortune.
Sighing, he pulled an old pocket watch that was encrusted with the Black family crest from his robe. He knew that, according with the Black house tradition, this watch should be given to the family heir when he came of age. It had belonged to the first known Black and contained the oldest of the Black house magic, each and every possessor of the watch adding a little of their own magic to it. Because of that, the watch's power had become stronger and stronger with each generation, it's sole purpose being to offer protection to the wearer. Normally, the watch should have passed to Sirius in six years. However, six years might be too late considering the recent discoveries, so damn all tradition to hell. His son needed protection and no foolish custom with no real value was gonna stop him, his father, from offering it.
"Sirius," he called, startling everybody with the serious tone of his voice. "Come here."
Sirius warily approached his father.
To say he was surprised would be an understatement, seeing that usually his father never used that kind tone. Both Regulus and Walburga were watching their interaction closely. Just what had made Orion become so serious all of a sudden?
They watched with growing apprehension as Orion handed Sirius a watch, and a gasp of surprise escaped them and Sirius, at the same time, as they realized that it was no ordinary watch but one of the most treasured Black artifacts.
Sirius was speechless.
He couldn't believe that his father was actually giving him this treasure!
"Father, I can't..." he tried to protest, but his father silenced him by putting his arm on Sirius' shoulder.
"No. Take it," he said, while his eyes pierced Sirius' own. "I want you to have it. Considering everything, I want to be sure that you are at least remotely safe while away from my care."
Sirius couldn't help but nod.
The beaming smile that appeared on his father's face was more than enough proof for him to realize that he had made the right decision. Although, the pride that shone in Orion's eyes made Sirius feel a pang a guilt, knowing they worried so much for him unnecessarily. Still, he knew that he had had no other way at the time to explain his weird behavior except the one he had used.
As he took in his mother slightly teary eyes, his brother teasing smirk and his father's beaming smile, all filled with pride towards him, he swore to make the most of his new life. He would make his family proud.
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
James Potter watched the commotion on the platform with a scowl on his face.
Tens of journalists and reporters, blinding blitzes and a mob of fans had all but assaulted the Malfoy family once they arrived on the Platform. He couldn't help but notice that, while his fathers and brother all but basked in the attention, Hadrian, the one that was, in fact, the target of the crazy crowd, seemed very uncomfortable in the misdt of all those people, wearing a strained smile on his face.
Hadrian Malfoy...
He wasn't really sure what to think about him. On one hand, his father had already warned him that the Malfoy influence might run too deep in the boy but, on the other hand, Hadrian hadn't done anything remotely wrong or evil. Sure, he bashed Dumbledore, but James thought that it was the old wizard's fault in the first place. If the headmaster had used legimency on him, he would have reacted similarly or worse.
As it was, James decided to follow with his plan of becoming Hadrian's best friend.
A plan that should already be in motion if it wasn't for that annoying mob that got in the way. Just how long did those insufferable reporters plan to detain Hadrian? Didn't they realize that it was almost time for the train to leave the station? He couldn't believe the nerve of those people that had dared to get in the way of him befriending Hadrian.
Fixing his expensive robes, he gave a long suffering sigh. He might as well embark on the train if he wanted to still find a good compartment. He could, after all, meet Hadrian later.
Because, without doubt, he would become important in the boy's life. He was James Potter, after all.
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
Hadrian was looking for the most hidden compartment that he could find in this train.
If even one more person dared to come and ask for his autograph, forcing him to adopt a polite smile, he was going to hex them into oblivion, no matter the consequences. Merlin, it was even worse than when he was known as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Well-Die!
He dragged his trunk after him, looking out at the changing landscape that flashed past the windows as he passed through compartments, glaring darkly at anyone who made a move to greet him as he passed.
The sun was high in the sky, bathing everything in its beautiful rays of light, the dark, menacing shadows being chased away and replaced with golden beams that revealed that the world was, in fact, a beautiful place.
And Hadrian hated every minute of it.
This day was not going to be a good one. He knew it from the moment he opened his eyes. And considering how his normal days usually were, his nerves were strained at maximum, waiting for a nuclear bomb to drop.
Firstly, Dobby thought it was necessary to wake him at seven a.m. By dropping a bucket filled with ice-cold water on him.
The elf had, once again, developed a hero worship for Hadrian since the boy had asked the Malfoy family to treat the house-elves better. Sadly, Dobby's care could get pretty extreme, so when Hadrian asked him to make sure he woke up early, Dobby only did everything in his power to fulfill the request. Hadrian wouldn't have minded in the least if he was less enthusiastic in fulfilling the task.
He had been annoyed, to put it mildly, but at one puppy-look from Dobby, who asked if he did anything wrong, he forced himself to smile, as best as he could considering the fact that he was freezing at the time, and reassure the elf before he started to bang his head with Merlin knows what.
After he dried and warmed himself up, he realized that it wasn't too bad. It only meant that perhaps he now had time to choose his own clothes without his grandparents, aunt and dad using him as a dress-up doll.
No such luck.
Just as he was ready to start dressing, said people barged into his room and proceeded, while ignoring his loud protests, to entertain themselves at his expense. After they finally deemed him to be dressed with proper, fitting clothes, which, by the way, consisted of the ones he had chosen for himself before they barged in, the real problem arose.
The luggage packing.
Merlin, those people would have packed his entire bedroom to take with him to Hogwarts if he would have let them. There was absolutely no way he would have accepted that, so he fought tooth and nail to keep the things he brought with him to a minimum. In the end he somehow managed to win the battle of wills, although he had the sneaky suspicion that the number of Lucius' trunks increased after he refused to take some of the items his family thought to be 'most needed'. Like an entire collection of hair products.
Leaving the house was also no easy task to accomplish.
Between the Delacours, who had some last moment presents to give him, and Aria, who started to cry, saying that her angel shouldn't leave her alone, another mini-crisis took place.
As the others tried to make Aria calm down, Leon Delacour, his grandpa, took him to the side to give him an object that brought tears in his eyes. A set of a two-way mirrors. He had contradictory feelings about the gift, which could not be helped considering the history he had with the objects, but luckily his grandpa took the tears as a sign of the happiness he felt and gave him a beaming smile saying that he should put them to good use. Hadrian couldn't help but smile too, feeling a warm feeling bloom inside of him, faced once again with the unconditional love his family seemed to have for him.
After all the ruckus was done and over with and with his mood slightly lifted, they finally manged to get on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. There his mood dropped down instantly as he was mobbed by a crowd of reporters, photographers and fans, all wanting a piece of him. He managed to survive this trial of patience too, letting his parents and brother deal with the hyenas.
After he said his goodbyes, which consisted of a bear hug from his dad and a 'Whatever you do, I'm sure you'll make us proud' from his father, he finally managed to get on the train.
There, after reassuring Lucius that he would be fine on his own over a thousand times, he finally separated from his brother, with the excuse that he wanted to make some friends on his own, and went to search for a quiet compartment for himself.
Yeah, right.
Wherever he entered he was assaulted by children and teenagers all demanding his autograph. And that wasn't the worst of it. Not by a long shot.
As he tripped and fell on air he managed to knock two other girls with him. One had beautiful red hair, brilliant green eyes, looking quite cute to be honest, and the other, despite her stylish blond hair and use of make up, was quite startling with her long neck and the scary expression she had thrown at him for a second before her brown eyes widened slightly, a blinding smile appearing on her face instantly. Hadrian couldn't quite put his finger on it, but those two girls nagged a memory at the back of his head. .
"Why, hello there," the blond girl said with a giggle, causing Hadrian to dislike her immediately. He hated girls that giggled without any reason whatsoever.
"I'm sorry for causing you to fall," Hadrian said with smile, ignoring his dislike. He was the one at fault here, after all.
"It's no problem! We are alright!" the red headed girl said hastily, trying to reassure him while blushing furiously.
"I am happy then, that my clumsiness didn't cause you two to get hurt. I am Hadrian Malfoy by the way, pardon me for forgetting to introduce myself."
" It's no problem. I am Petunia Evans and this is my sister Lily Evans," the blond girl, Petunia, said while batting her eyelashes, not noticing that all color drained from Hadrian's face.
"It's nice to meet you," Lily, also, shyly added.
"Do you want to share a compartment with us?" Petunia boldly asked, a glint appearing in her eyes that went unnoticed by Lily but not by Hadrian.
"I'm sorry, but no. I'm looking for my friend actually," Hadrian hastily responded, using the first thing that came to his mind as an excuse.
Neither girl could hide their disappointment.
"Well, I'll guess we'll see you around Hogwarts then, right?" asked Petunia while Lily looked for his response with hope in her eyes.
"Certainly. Have a nice trip then," Hadrian said, making a hasty exit, not daring to even look back.
In the name of Merlin, he had just met his mom. And his aunt. His witch aunt. He was so going to lose his mind one of this days and no one had any right to complain.
Grimacing, he continued his search for a compartment, pushing the issue to the back of his mind among the other things he had to come to terms with in this world. And believe him there was not much space there, anymore.
That was hours ago.
No matter how much he detested it, with every compartment that was opened he was forced to endure, patiently, other students as they ogled, interrogated and asked for his autograph. His hand was itching to throw a good hex at them but, unfortunately, he had an image to maintain and as such he couldn't curse 'innocent' students with no reason, or at least with no viable reason.
So Not Fair!
Life was cruel.
Sighing as he came face to face with the door of the last compartment on the train, he slid it open, noticing that another boy was already in the compartment, on one of the seats.
He was taller than Hadrian, with pitch-black hair and eyes and he was already dressed in his Hogwarts robes while intently reading a third-year potions manual.
"Um..." started Hadrian awkwardly, "can I sit here?"
"I don't know, can you?" answered the boy, without even bothering to look up from his book. Realizing that was as good as an affirmative answer from the boy, Hadrian proceeded to make himself comfortable in the compartment.
He took the seat opposite of his companion and proceeded to look out the window. The sun was already setting, oranges, yellows and pinks decorating the sky, forming a beautiful sight to watch.
After a few minutes passed, Hadrian couldn't take the silence any longer.
"So, you are a third year, I suppose?" Hadrian inquired, trying to make the silent boy talk.
"You suppose wrong. I am a first year, as are you I imagine."
"But, but you are reading a third-year book!"
"Really? I would have never noticed if you hadn't pointed that out to me," the boy said dryly, still trying to stay focused on his book. Unfortunately for him, Hadrian had no intention a letting him read in peace.
"So you are good with potions then? Or you are advanced in other subjects, too?"
With a suffering sigh, the boy closed his book, realizing the boy seated in front of him wouldn't give up in trying to...befriend him. An slight curl appeared at his lips. What a foolish notion.
"Indeed. Not that you could understand that. I bet you don't even know what a bezoar is or where it could be found," he scoffed, trying to make the other boy see that he wasn't up for friendly chit-chats with ignorant fellows.
To his surprise, the boy flashed him a grin.
"Actually, I do. It is a a stone that is taken from a goat's stomach and is an antidote to most poisons," Hadrian said in a haughty tone before proceeding to snicker.
"I...I suppose that you do know something," the boy conceded, knowing that not many first years would have been able to give an answer to the question.
After that the conversation between the two boys became easier. They mostly talked about potions and school related subjects, but Hadrian couldn't complain as he learned a lot just by listening the boy talking about potions. More than he had ever learned from Snape or Slughorn anyway. Hmm, Snape...no, it couldn't be...could it?
"Hey, could it be that you are..." Hadrian started but didn't get to finish as a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?".
Hadrian couldn't hide his glee at seeing the obviously younger women than the one in his memories. Excitedly, he took out some money, buying a little bit of everything the women had to offer - Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strangely named things whose taste Hadrian missed.
With a tinge of pink on his cheeks, his black haired companion returned his attention to the book when Hadrian returned with his arms full of sweets, tipping them onto an empty seat. Recognizing the expression for what it was, Hadrian practically forced the boy to share the sweets with him, even going as far as threatening the boy with a good hex if he didn't stop making a big deal out of everything. Although reluctantly at first, the boy soon started to enjoy the strange sweets and the conversation between them warmed up considerably as Hadrian explained some of the sweets more 'surprising' traits.
They talked about all and nothing all the same, their conversation filled with sarcastic barbs, both enjoying each others company. Hadrian was thrilled to find a child 'his age' that was more mature while the black haired boy was surprised to find someone able to understand his sarcasm and enjoy his dry humor.
While they were engaged in a debate about Quidditch, with Hadrian proclaiming that it was the best sport ever while Severus affirmed it was a waste of time, the compartment's door slid open revealing a black-haired, bespectacled boy who confidently walked in, followed by an timid looking blond haired boy who seemed to be confused at what he was doing there.
Hadrian didn't know who the timid boy was, but he had no doubt about the bespectacled boy's identity. After all, he looked almost like a carbon copy of how he himself had looked in his other life, at this age. Though this boy seemed to have way more confidence in himself than he had ever had at that age.
This was James Potter, his dad.
James' expression brightened considerably as his eyes fell on Hadrian. With a blinding smile he headed straight to the boy, completely ignoring the other occupant of the compartment.
"Here you are!" James exclaimed, earning a bewildered look from Hadrian. "I was looking everywhere for you. Do you know how many people are waiting to meet you?"
"Er...no?"
"A lot, let me tell you. By the way, I am James Potter, nice to finally meet you and this is Peter Pettigrew . "
"Um, I am Hadrian Malfoy, " Hadrian said making James roll his eyes.
"Obviously. The fact that you made the papers more than once might have been a hint towards your identity, 'dark angel'," James said with a wink.
Hadrian felt slightly disturbed.
"Well, what are you waiting for, let's go."
"I think I'll stay here, thank you for the invitation," Hadrian politely declined. "I've had enough attention for one day," he continued, grimacing.
"What? You can't possibly want to remain here with this slimy git instead of going with me," James exclaimed, acknowledging the other boy's presence for the first time, if only to insult him.
Suddenly, Hadrian's whole demeanor changed.
"Please refrain from insulting my friends, " Hadrian started with an icy quality to his voice, as the compartment temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. "Especially if you are trying to become one of them."
James face become tomato red but he didn't say anything else, storming out the compartment, a nervous Peter fallowing behind him.
A disappointed sigh escaped Hadrian. He had forgotten that his father was so childish during his Hogwarts years.
His companion though, was seeing Hadrian in another light. From what he gathered the boy, Hadrian Malfoy, had to be quite famous to be in the papers and quite rich considering the amount of sweets he bought as if it was nothing. And still he chose to stay with him, share wizarding candy with him and even came to his defense when another insulted him. With the exception of his mother and Lily, no one had ever jumped to his defense before but Hadrian thought of him as a friend after talking with him for only a few hours, not even a day since they had met each other. How peculiar.
"Well, at least this time you didn't start a fight," another voice said, startling both him and Hadrian. "I guess that had to count as an improvement," the voice that belonged to a boy who had silently opened the door said, making Hadrian scowl.
"It wasn't my fault!" Hadrian exclaimed with a growl.
"That is what you always say," the new boy retorted. Noticing the narrowed gaze of Hadrian's companion, the new boy diverted his attention towards him.
"I am Sirius Black. With whom do I have the pleasure?"
"Severus Snape," the other responded stiffly. Who was this Sirius Black that was so cozy with his friend?
"My, what a strict sounding name," Sirius exclaimed, completely ignoring the dark gaze Severus was throwing at him. It was nothing compared to the patented death glare of future Snape.
"Sirius, are you trying to start a fight?" Hadrian asked with a tired sounding voice.
"Don't tell me you aren't tempted. Especially since no points aren't at risk," Sirius said with a mischievous glimmer in his silver eyes.
Hadrian groaned.
"How do you two know each other?" Severus asked, closely observing their interaction, not liking at all how familiar they were with each other.
"Our families are friends," Sirius responded before Hadrian got the chance to open his mouth, at which Severus' glare intensified.
"Anyway, moving along. Hadrian you might want to change into your uniform. We almost reached Hogwarts and I have to say, you sure know how to pick a place when you want to avoid being found. It took me ages to discover your compartment!"
"Really? Sorry then, " Hadrian said with a sheepish smile, realizing that because he had spent the entire train ride going from compartment to compartment before finally settling in the furthest of compartments had made him very hard to locate. Sirius gave a defeated sigh.
As he started to pull on his black robes a voice suddenly echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
All three boys' hearts skipped a beat.
They were almost at Hogwarts!
HP-Chronic Hero Syndrome
Painful screams knifed through the night only to shortly dissipate into nothingness. Gloomy colored clouds shrouded the almost lifeless moon, which seemed to have lost its normal bright color as everything fell into a deafening silence. It seemed as if time itself had stopped, afraid to attract the attention of an unseen enemy. Not a sound could be heard save for the noise made by a terrified girl that ran, protected by the night shadows from the many enemies that haunted her
The panting of her breathing was quite clear in the absolute silence that ruled the darkness. She tore through it with the sounds of her heels hitting the asphalt as she ran with only one goal in mind - to stay alive. She felt ready to collapse at any moment now, that was how tired she was, but still she continued to dash through the dark alleys at an abnormal speed for any normal human, even though she felt sore over every inch of her body from all the running.
But she couldn't stop. No, she wouldn't stop because if she did everything was over. All the sacrifices made by her clan so that she could escape would be in vain. And she couldn't let that happen.
Bright, vivid images that portrayed her deepest nightmares, but worse, represented her reality, flashed through her head. If her heart had been beating still she was sure that it would have broken from grief by now.
Swallowing her sorrow she continued her mad dash, only wanting to put as much distance between them and herself as possible.
Her mentor's words still rang in her mind, giving her hope. She had to find the one chosen by the moon to fulfill her task but, first, she had to reach some of her coven allies.
What lay ahead of her was a road full of incertitude and unknown factors. But she wouldn't give up that easily.
Somewhere in the distance, she could feel their auras coming closer of her location. She couldn't let herself be caught, no matter what. She had her duty to accomplish before she could let herself be killed.
Her eyes flashed crimson for a second as exhaustion overcame her.
But she had to continue, at least till she got out the city. In the forest she was safe, she could hide there better than anywhere else.
She had to continue running. She just had...
AN/ Hi guys ^-^ Finally managed to finish the chapter! I wrote this in only two days so if you find mistakes, illogical reactions that I might have used or anything else that you think might be improved/changed for better somehow, please do not hesitate to tell me. I'll really appreciate it^-^
Firstly, I wish to formally apologize for my late update. I do promise to try my best and update faster next time. I'm really sorry but the first weeks of school took some time adapting and that is why I didn't manged to find time to write the next chapter of this fic~_~. But now I think I finally managed to find my pace so the updates should be posted faster ^.^
Secondly, as always, millions, zillions, infinitival thanks to all the readers and reviewers. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! And, honestly I really do enjoy reading the reviews I get. They are most interesting and full of life, you guys are awesome for taking time to write them ^_^
Zana, Lena, once again you guys rock! I really love the ideas you two, my lovely co-writers gave me, and I do plan to use them all *maniacal laugh* And thank you Lena for making a plan for the chapter. it was way easier to write that way, lol! And the way you have portrayed the Queen Zana was brilliant!
On the other hand, how it is going for you? Tell me more as I am really curious of how your life is outside the context of this fic because I really do consider you my friends ^_^ I really hope that both of you are doing fine ^_^ Although, I wished to be in vacation...*pouts*...
Well, I'm ending this now...and I'm going to sleep ...it is exactly 23:47 right now, so, as you can guess, I'm beat -_-.
Not to say that I start clases at 7 tomorrow, lol!.
Ja ne ^-^
P.S, I haven't even proof read this chapter before posting so if you find more mistakes than usual it's because of that. I promise to work on them tomorrow!