The Infinite Darkness Chapter 6: It's Not An Elf, But It Can Do Magic, a harry potter fanfic

"When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them."
― Rodney Dangerfield

Hadrian's eyes popped out as the figure inched closer. Air that filled the atmosphere around him suddenly became a vacuum and the walls were closing in on him; suffocation pressed harshly at his lungs and fear became unbearable. Fresh droplets of tears streamed down his face. He didn't understand why but the very idea of a moving shadow scared him.

Gathering every ounce of braver a four year old can have, he asked. "Who are ya?" When his question met a silent answer the little boy felt foolish for speaking to a shadow. A shadow can't move , so why would it speak?!

But didn't his Mama tell him once that strange and bad things happen to good people; could this be it? Has Santa Claus sent an Elf to check if he was being a bad boy or not? Hadrian has been a good boy; he helped his mama when she needed help; he helped her to the bathroom after being treated badly by her abusive boyfriend; he comforted her when she was crying; he sung her to sleep and did everything she asked him to do. If that's not being good then what is being good?

Deciding that it really is an Elf sent from the North Pole on a mission to find out if Hadrian was being a good boy or not. "Hadrian sorry! I will be a good boy, pwease tell Santa that!" He blurted begging the Elf to be merciful and send his name on the Good Boys list. His words were spoken with and adorable baby accent that his mothers friends deemed to be the cutest thing they ever heard. So why not be adorable? Hopefully he makes it to the Good Boys List. Adding a pinch of sugar to the recipe won't hurt and a bit spice to spice it up; Hadrian's plan of spice was a cute puppy face. His eyes went all around and large and his lips pulled into a pout.

To his surprise the silhouette chuckled as it made its way towards the bed. It moved gracefully and seemingly gliding towards him. "Why dat laugh?" The four year old demanded angrily. Why was the elf laughing at him? He wasn't joking and he was being polite, wasn't he? He really needs more presents!

"My God, you really are my son." A deep voice drawled. Was that the silhouette? Did he call him his son? Out from the shadows stepped a man with pearly skin; sharp features; high cheek bones; thin lips; toned body and board shoulders. The man's outfit greatly resembled a Dark Prince from a Fairy Tale. He was handsome but fearsome, all at the same time.

"Who are ya?" He asked once again.

"Why, I'm your Father, Adrian." Responded the man smoothly. Something about the name Adrian stirred a tinkling sensation in his stomach and felt familiar to is ears. Where had he heard that?

Hadrian knew to trust the man, if him being called Adrian rings a bell then the man must be telling the truth. "Are ya 'ere ta safe Mama?" He asked, cocking his head to side curiously.

The question caught him by surprise. Why would he help save Esme, if she's safe behind these wards? Or is she safe. Curious, Lord Voldemort asked his son. "Son, why should I save your mother? And from what?" He didn't know why his voice sounded concern or why he felt worried over the woman who gave him a heir and took him away, too. Lord Voldemort; the name itself strikes fear, the man himself gives no mercy and punishes anyone who opposes to his ideals; so why is he feeling this way? He should be seething with anger and murdering viciously, so why isn'y he?

"'er boyfwiend hits 'er alot!" Yelled Hadrian annoyed with the fact that his Father doesn't know. Why is he here then, if not to save his mother?

The youths words said nothing but the truth about his mothers abusive boyfriend. Esme after escaping the clutches of the Dark Lord and finding herself a place to stay, all thanks to her best friend, thought that the memories of her stay at the Dark Manor would some how erase themselves. However, escaping didn't manage to erase the memories as she hoped it would. Esme a believer of true love went out and I'm search of it with the thought of love being able to cure everything and anything, so she decided to give love a chance. She wanted to experience true love but wasn't so lucky.

Her love life seemed to involve around danger and heartless men. Throughout her teenage years she fell in love with the school bad boy, then as a grown up she started to develop feelings towards a certain son of a dark pureblood family, then she was kidnapped by Lord Voldemort and once they made love she found out that hating him was becoming a very hard task, and finally her current relationship, an abusive boyfriend that at first was kind and gentle but with time his act unfolded and out sprang his true personality. That's when she figured out, that the good boys roaming the planet are fake. There's no good in this world anymore; everyone was growing up to become selfish and violent. The bad boys are the good boys, they're one.

Esme had suffered with her love life and is still suffering with it. She tried to keep it mainly to herself but a shattered soul cannot control their emotions when it comes to sensitive topics. She wanted to remain strong for her son, she doesn't him to grow up knowing how weak she really is.

The youth may seem too young to her eyes but he understood far more than the knowledge kids his age know of. He knew how to speak fluently, although he preferred using the adorable baby voice to get what he desires, and he taught himself to read (due to him pushing away his mother whenever she tried to interfere with teaching him how to read). Writing however proved to be a hard task for a child his age.

Hadrian gazed up at his father. He had always asked about him, but never did he get a proper answer; all he got was a jumble of words that made no sense what so ever and an undignified reaction. He wished upon ever shooting star to meet the man who helped in making him. Reading stories where the sons will play around with their father caused him to envy the unrealistic characters.

He craved for a father similar to the craving a person gets after spending time in rehab and days not being able to reach their addiction. He ached for a father figure, a man whom he would look up too; to idolize and learn from. He had always wanted a father and he will not decline the given offer. Whether the man is lying or being truthful he did not care at the moment. But if the nickname rings a bell and if the familiar stirring inside his gut was something to go by he would claim the man to be truthful. Either way he has a father.

Their chat around his mother abusive boyfriend rapidly changed into various topics. They talked about all the journeys his father has went through; Hadrian's love towards knowledge and his beliefs of magic. Topics such as those laced themselves around. Hadrian had always believed in magic but when he tried to seek it; he was mat by reality. A cruel world made of shattered dreams and violence.

To find out that his Father happens to be Wizard was more satisfying than his father being superman. He was amazed and fascinated by what a wooden stick could do, once a wizard demands it too. It can turn stone to gold; a cup into a living organism and so much more. The sparkles that erupted from his wand, as he calls it, soared around and flickered through the darkness, it drifted lazily in random directions before fading away.

The reaction upon seeing magic was a burst of giggles and excitement. He applauded and demanded for more, once Voldemort bowed and the magic was withdrawn back into his wand. A smile stretched the dark lord lips, that to any passer by that knows his true identity would've been a terrifying sight. His eyes twinkled with joy and he felt comfortable to remove the cold facade a Dark Lord would wear.

Esme happened to popped her head into the room at the exact moment that the smile graced the Dark Lords face.

The laughter seized to a stop and the smile on Voldemort's face vanished at the sight of the traitor. Her heart thumped rapidly. The sudden change in the atmosphere caused the younger of three to glance from one person to another in confusion and curiosity. An awkward silence fell. Inwardly each individual was lost within the depths of their thoughts with different and various emotions flooding through each of them.

Time seemed to pass by slowly as they stared at each other. Breaking the awkward moment in time was a loud cry emitted by the youth. "Mummy! Dad's 'ere!" A laugh followed his exclamation.

Dragged back to the harsh reality, Esme stuttered a response as she fully entered into the room. "Y-yes, h-he's h-h-ere.."

"What a surprise, huh, Esme?" Drawled the Dark Lord with his fingers tracing his boney wand. Esme gulped, frightened at the sight of the wand that hurt and murdered many.

"Guess, what?!" Blurted the kid, not really waiting for an answer he cut in. "Dad can do Magic!" Enthusiastically, flung his fists into the air. Waving them around, hysterically.