p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"There is always more mystery." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"― Anaïs Nin/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The boy grew up under the care of both parents. He was taught various languages, all fields of magic, politics and etiquette. After all, no son of Lord Voldemort would be viewed as weak in the eyes of the public. His skills in deflecting spells and jinxes improved gradually, and his magical progress grew with his knowledge./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Hadrian couldn't be any grateful. Having a father and a mother meant everything and knowing that he's a wizard whilst learning about magic was incredible. The things he could do and the power he feels is plainly amazing./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"To test his abilities and strength after a month of various training, his father had him thrown into a field with wards surrounding him that also prevents him from fleeing; at the same time trapping him and a dragon. Upon sensing the presence the dragon automatically blew flames at the man that could hurt her egg, The clock soaring in mid-air ticked by as the young lord fought his way to freedom. He ducked, rolled and hid behind rocks the size of an elephant which didn't provide much protection from the heat as it sizzled his back./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"After an hour his body was drenching in sweat and blood. Hadrian's mind ran out of attacks and his body ached. All he could think of was killing the beast in the most painful way possible even if it meant killing himself in the process. He stood up, pointing his wand at the beast. "Crucio."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It wailed and twitched until it bleed./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Avada Kedavra." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" He left the field with burns and drenching in sweat and blood; that was one of the closets encounter with death that he'll never forget. His footsteps bounced off the walls as he made his way towards the dining room. He passed by doors of rich oak engraved with symbols and words in Parseltongue, or posters of his ancestors that peered down at him with disgust at his awful appearance or worry. It felt like a huge weight was pressing against his lungs as he fought the difficulty to breathe. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongem-T.I.D.-/em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Esme paced around the room. Her hands twining into each other as she lost herself to worry. She wore an emerald full length sleeveless lux chiffon dress with draped v-neck and shirred detail skirt front and back. Her hair was pulled back into a vintage bun with loose curls draped onto her shoulder. "How could you send him off into a fight against a dragon! Of all animals, a dragon! He could be killed, fried to death! Why would you do such thing!" She turned towards Voldemort, who sat on his throne like chair twirling his wand. Her anger flared at his calm posture. "Don't you care about his well being? And don't you use that excuse about him being old enough!" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit down." H drawled. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit down?! Don't you dare tell me what to do, Tom!" Her eyes flashed with angry as they narrowed. Voldemort's eyes met hers without any emotion evident. "My son is fighting a dragon. I will not sit down and you can not make me!" If there's one thing Tom Riddle knew off is to never mess with an angry red head, so he sat there taking in his wife's rage. Silently, thanking his ancestors for the anti-sound wards. "What if he-" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mum?" Her steely blue eyes softened at the sound of his voice and abruptly she turned towards the sound. Her son stood in torn clothing with blood and sweet dripping down. Her eyes glazed, Esme quickly approached him and embraced him into a hug. Pulling away, her eyes scanning his body state. "Are you alright? What happened? Is this your blood?" Questions babbled out of her mouth as she fussed over her only child. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mother, I'm fine." He tried to assure his overly protective mother. "Promise. I killed that bloody dragon!" He grinned in trumpet. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Language." She pointed a finger at him before turning to his father, who now stood behind his mother. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""See? He did it." He smirked at an annoyed red head. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit." She mockingly hissed. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm the Dark Lord, I make the rules, sweetheart." His arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer as her arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, bring his face closer. Leaning in there lips touched. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""My eyes are burning." Smirked Hadrian. "And I think I lost my appetite." He wrinkled his nose in disgust which earned him a gibbs-slap. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""How about cleaning up before dinner." Esme's eyebrow quirked at her son, who groaned in annoyance before turning around and making his way towards his own bed chambers./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emstrong-tid-/strong/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The chambers are quiet the contrary of what you'd picture to be the dark heir's bedroom. Instead of dark tones for walls, the walls were made of grey marble and the floor a dark mahogany, matching some bits and pieces of furniture, including a book shelf that lined the left side of the room with many books from different genres and languages. Two white glass doors that opens up to a large marble balcony with white drapes. A master bed is placed in the middle of the room with green covering and pillows and two bedposts on either side, on top of each is a lamp that illuminated the room with a warm glow, along with a large chandelier that hung above the bed. Some leather arm chairs were placed near the shelf. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"In front of his bed were two doors, in between a polished wooden desk was pushed at the far end of the room. One o the doors leads into a luxurious bathroom with a bath tub able to fit five grown men, and the other door leads into a walk-in closet filled with the finest robes and clothing that fits his title of grand and prestige. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Quickly, he stripped out of his tattered clothing and headed into the ready filled bathtub. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emstrong-tid-/strong/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Upon clapping twice, the food was served and the family ate in peace. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"There is always more mystery." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"― Anaïs Nin/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The boy grew up under the care of both parents. He was taught various languages, all fields of magic, politics and etiquette. After all, no son of Lord Voldemort would be viewed as weak in the eyes of the public. His skills in deflecting spells and jinxes improved gradually, and his magical progress grew with his knowledge./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Hadrian couldn't be any grateful. Having a father and a mother meant everything and knowing that he's a wizard whilst learning about magic was incredible. The things he could do and the power he feels is plainly amazing./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"To test his abilities and strength after a month of various training, his father had him thrown into a field with wards surrounding him that also prevents him from fleeing; at the same time trapping him and a dragon. Upon sensing the presence the dragon automatically blew flames at the man that could hurt her egg, The clock soaring in mid-air ticked by as the young lord fought his way to freedom. He ducked, rolled and hid behind rocks the size of an elephant which didn't provide much protection from the heat as it sizzled his back./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"After an hour his body was drenching in sweat and blood. Hadrian's mind ran out of attacks and his body ached. All he could think of was killing the beast in the most painful way possible even if it meant killing himself in the process. He stood up, pointing his wand at the beast. "Crucio."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It wailed and twitched until it bleed./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Avada Kedavra." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" He left the field with burns and drenching in sweat and blood; that was one of the closets encounter with death that he'll never forget. His footsteps bounced off the walls as he made his way towards the dining room. He passed by doors of rich oak engraved with symbols and words in Parseltongue, or posters of his ancestors that peered down at him with disgust at his awful appearance or worry. It felt like a huge weight was pressing against his lungs as he fought the difficulty to breathe. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongem-T.I.D.-/em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Esme paced around the room. Her hands twining into each other as she lost herself to worry. She wore an emerald full length sleeveless lux chiffon dress with draped v-neck and shirred detail skirt front and back. Her hair was pulled back into a vintage bun with loose curls draped onto her shoulder. "How could you send him off into a fight against a dragon! Of all animals, a dragon! He could be killed, fried to death! Why would you do such thing!" She turned towards Voldemort, who sat on his throne like chair twirling his wand. Her anger flared at his calm posture. "Don't you care about his well being? And don't you use that excuse about him being old enough!" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit down." H drawled. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit down?! Don't you dare tell me what to do, Tom!" Her eyes flashed with angry as they narrowed. Voldemort's eyes met hers without any emotion evident. "My son is fighting a dragon. I will not sit down and you can not make me!" If there's one thing Tom Riddle knew off is to never mess with an angry red head, so he sat there taking in his wife's rage. Silently, thanking his ancestors for the anti-sound wards. "What if he-" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mum?" Her steely blue eyes softened at the sound of his voice and abruptly she turned towards the sound. Her son stood in torn clothing with blood and sweet dripping down. Her eyes glazed, Esme quickly approached him and embraced him into a hug. Pulling away, her eyes scanning his body state. "Are you alright? What happened? Is this your blood?" Questions babbled out of her mouth as she fussed over her only child. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Mother, I'm fine." He tried to assure his overly protective mother. "Promise. I killed that bloody dragon!" He grinned in trumpet. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Language." She pointed a finger at him before turning to his father, who now stood behind his mother. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""See? He did it." He smirked at an annoyed red head. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sit." She mockingly hissed. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm the Dark Lord, I make the rules, sweetheart." His arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer as her arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, bring his face closer. Leaning in there lips touched. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""My eyes are burning." Smirked Hadrian. "And I think I lost my appetite." He wrinkled his nose in disgust which earned him a gibbs-slap. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""How about cleaning up before dinner." Esme's eyebrow quirked at her son, who groaned in annoyance before turning around and making his way towards his own bed chambers./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emstrong-tid-/strong/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The chambers are quiet the contrary of what you'd picture to be the dark heir's bedroom. Instead of dark tones for walls, the walls were made of grey marble and the floor a dark mahogany, matching some bits and pieces of furniture, including a book shelf that lined the left side of the room with many books from different genres and languages. Two white glass doors that opens up to a large marble balcony with white drapes. A master bed is placed in the middle of the room with green covering and pillows and two bedposts on either side, on top of each is a lamp that illuminated the room with a warm glow, along with a large chandelier that hung above the bed. Some leather arm chairs were placed near the shelf. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"In front of his bed were two doors, in between a polished wooden desk was pushed at the far end of the room. One o the doors leads into a luxurious bathroom with a bath tub able to fit five grown men, and the other door leads into a walk-in closet filled with the finest robes and clothing that fits his title of grand and prestige. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Quickly, he stripped out of his tattered clothing and headed into the ready filled bathtub. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emstrong-tid-/strong/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Upon clapping twice, the food was served and the family ate in peace. /p