Chapter 3: Raw Power
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As Maverick wrote in chapter 18 of Hadrian's, intermixing magic of dark and light can lead to devastating results. On the other hand, it could lead to the creation of a spell of the most epic proportions. Maverick prided himself in the many wilful experiments he worked on. Some were quite successful. Perhaps his greatest spell, being the "Tormentis Cruans" curse. It was a torture curse, not unlike the Cruciatus, only it was different. The curse was derived from properties of both said unforgivable, and a common healing charm. Both spells were tweaked, some properties changed, he even added in some properties of the Imperio curse. Until it was perfect, and ultimately bound by runes into one hell of a spell. It was magnificent.
Sometimes Hadrian felt like he lived under that very spell, after weeks of practicing and then mastering it, Hadrian knew it quite well. Torments Cruans curse was just like his life. The caster held the utmost control of the victim. They could torture one to pains almost as great as the Cruciatus itself, before lowering the pain levels until there is no pain at all. Like the curse had never been placed to begin with, and going the extra mile to make one forget whatever happened. Including any information that the victim may have leaked. It was ingenious really.
Definitely a superior way of torture, but Maverick wasn't ever taken seriously. So very few knew the curse, even better, there was no known way to counter it. The caster can gather as much information as possible, no one ever being the wiser. It was the very best way, unless you wanted to kill your victim. In that case it was utterly pointless.
The reason Hadrian felt like the spell was his life, was because every day was torture. Every day he had to deal with puny insects he went to school with, was painful. As the day went on, the pain just got greater, before stopping completely when he was in the safety of the room. It was later erased each night, before starting up the next day. His life was torturous. All the secrets he was keeping, all his power building up, needing a release. It had been a few months since that fateful night in which the raven had first laid eyes on the dark lord. Now every time he closed his eyes, even for a second, he saw the tantalizing rubies that seemed to penetrate his very soul. When he once again opened his eyes again, he saw those eyes looking away dismissively, like he was nothing. It infuriated Hadrian, and plagued his every living second. Every time he slept, or even blinked. It was awful.
Hadrian was so much better than everyone else, he was by no means insignificant. The anger and need to release his powers, was so strong Hadrian rushed through the halls to reach the room of requirements. So strong in fact, that it blinded him to his surroundings. Before he could even react, the raven felt his body hit something hard, before plop! The sound of two bodies hitting the floor hit his ears.
"How dare you run into Me! You filthy little Mudblood!" Spoke the most pompous indignant voice Hadrian had ever heard. Hadrian had to keep himself from groaning as he looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy. He was quite tall and handsome, with his platinum blond hair, icy blue eyes, and upturned nose. The very face of aristocracy. The blond seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face when looking at Hadrian. The blond gracefully righted himself to his feet, Hadrian quickly followed suit. Before Hadrian could say anything to his defence, the other boy pulled out his wand. That, well that pissed Hadrian off.
"It's about time someone put you in your place, Mudblood! You have been nothing but a taint on Slytherin's name since first year. I suggest you start apologizing."
In that moment, Hadrian had to physically restrain himself, how dare the blond pull a wand on him!? Did he not realize just how powerful Hadrian could be? Hadrian was better than the little weasel. He always had been and always would be, if he would just let his true power free….only for a second. Before anything could escalate any further, the two were interrupted by three sets of feet rounding the corner. Both boys looked up at the exact same time, as they felt the darkest most beautiful power.
Draco still held his wand to the ravens chest, as none other than the dark lord himself rounded the corridor, followed closely by head master Snape, and Draco's own father Lucius Malfoy. The three of them stopped to look at the spectacle happening before them. Hadrian wasn't quite sure how to react, his face was an expertly controlled mask, but his magic was hurting to lash out of the dark confines the raven held it in. In that moment, he knew he was in deep shit.
Voldemort was a man of many talents, evidently as he had been the ruler of magical Great Britain for just over 14 years now. He loved ruling, he did, but sometimes it got quite boring. I meant don't get him wrong. There was a certain level of danger, and therefore excitement, but it had been quite some time since anyone had challenged him. His followers bent over backwards to keep him happy, the public dared not to upset him. He was revered, loved, and rather merciful. Allowing Mudbloods and blood traitors to not only live in their world, but enjoy an education, garnered him many more supporters. Although there were some who despised the very thought of it, he quickly appeased them by making the Mudblood and blood traitors, little more than house elves. Yes they were allowed an education, and banned needless punishment towards them, but one must be very powerful in order to garnish a job that was not slave labor. They were hardly given a chance, and if one were to raise a wand to those greater than themselves, well, punishment would be severe.
It was cruel in away, making them believe they even had a chance, when really, those filthy creatures were a means to an end. Voldemort hated anything that close to muffled, he was not a kind ruler, not by any means. He enjoyed the feeling of torturing innocent souls, muggles were normally his victims, but the occasional Mudblood and blood traitor who proved unloyal were always welcome. He enjoyed the fight that they gave. He enjoyed the feeling of their rebellious magic as he crushed it into nothing. Watching the life leave his victims eyes was practically euphoric. No, Voldemort, was by no means a nice man.
He and his right hand man, Lucius Malfoy, were currently meeting with Severus Snape, his potions master, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and his spy. Snape kept his eyes open for any sign of the old rebellion starting again, as the man was once a double agent. Still believed by many to still be one, if the order were once again to become active, Snape would be in the know. Or at least, he hoped. He also came to the raven haired Headmaster, for information on possible recruits among the student body. Only the best of the best well given the honor of joining the ranks of death eater.
As the three made their way through the halls of Hogwarts to meet a few promising seventh year purebloods, Voldemort felt something. It was tightly constrained, but Voldemort was a master when it came to magic, he could sense even the most miniscule amount. This magic, however, was by no means miniscule. It was beautiful, and dark, oh so dark. Voldemort had never felt dark magic in such an abundance before, it was not on his level, but it was still growing. It was beautiful, intoxicating. The last time he felt such strong magic was when Dumbledore was still at large, the old man's magic was a little stronger than what he felt now, and also so sickeningly light. This power…it was held on a tight leash, but yearned to be free. It was the level of both Severus and Lucius, but much darker. Voldemort, quickly changed his course to take him towards the magic. Snape and Lucius obediently followed.
As he rounded the corner, the sight before him was not what Voldemort expected. Standing in the hallway with his wand pointed at another student. Was his second in commands very own son, Draco Malfoy. Opposite of the young blond was a boy. He was beautiful in his own right, gorgeous black curls, flawless pale skin. A lithe body, of average height, but it fit the boy so well. High cheekbones stood out on a beautiful face, but what caught the dark lord attention the most, was emerald been eyes the very color of the killing curse. Such a beautiful Avada Kedavra stare. He knew those eyes, he's seen them before just a few months prior at his 14 year celebration. The power he had sensed before was coming from the boy. How he didn't sends such power the first time he was in the vicinity of said child, practically miffed the dark lord. How was it possible that the young raven was so powerful, so beautiful, when he was nothing but a Mudblood?
Before he could think on the matter any further, Lucius stepped forward to speak. "Draco, is something the matter, you seem to be needing a little pest control." Lucius all but sneered at the young raven.
Lucius son was a carbon copy of his father, only difference being Lucius had long flowing hair and was quite a bit older than his son. With Lucius's comment the young raven's magic practically bristled, before almost disappearing entirely. For a second it was like the magic was never there to begin with, but Voldemort knew better. He narrowed his eyes on the blank faced Mudblood. How the boy had managed to stay under his radar for so long made the dark lord angry, he should have known that something was up when the boy had been sorted into Slytherin. Mudbloods just don't get put into his house. Yet he knew of the boy's house and his blood status, and still took his remarkableness at face value. The only time he'd ever even saw the boy's face before was at the celebration and now. How could be so careless, the boy could be anyone. Yet the boy was just a Mudblood, dark lords don't fear mud bloods, they take them as threats. Even though there was something undeniably special about the child. It took great skill to mask ones power, especially from the dark lord himself. Yes. There was definitely something about the boy.
Before anything else can be said and done, Voldemort himself stepped forward, his eyes had yet to leave the beautiful emeralds before him. "What is your name, Mudblood?" He commanded.
The boy didn't miss a beat with his answer. He quickly fell into a graceful bow before replying "I am Hadrian Snow, My Lord."
Hadrian was by no means a mundane name, but snow, snow signified that of a bastard. Who was this boy's parents? "Tell me child," he continued to speak. Lucius wisely took a step back to allow his Lord to speak, quite shocked at seeing his Lord actually interact with the offending Mudblood. "Before you were brought to the wizarding world, what was the name of your parents?"
If he wasn't in the public eye, Voldemort would have burst out laughing at the identical flabbergasted looks on the Malfoys' faces, even Severus had raised an eye at him. Why would their lord care about the filth in which this Mudblood came from? He could practically see the question in their eyes. Hadrian remained bowed down.
"I don't know, my lord. I was brought to this world from an Orphanage." Interesting, very interesting. Perhaps the boys wasn't quite the Muggleborn that they all thought, but if that were the case, why wouldn't the boy say something? It would surely make his life easier. Unless he doesn't know. Voldemort would have to keep an eye on this particular Mudblood.
It wouldn't do for him to ask to my questions about a no body Mudblood, so despite all the questions that arose in his mind, he continued with a question directed at the youngest Malfoy instead.
"What exactly is going on here?" the young blond gave him a quick bow before replying.
"This filthy Mudblood ran into me, my lord. I was simply going to teach him a lesson about watching where he's going, and minding his betters." Draco spoke with a sneer towards Hadrian. Lucius bristled at the thought of a Mudblood carelessly running into his son.
"I see, perhaps Mr. Malfoy, the boy was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was simply an accident. What do you say Hadrian?" At the sound of his name, the young raven's magic spiked again, only to once again be reined in.
"Yes my lord, I am so sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to run into you, it was careless of me."
The dark lord held back a smirk. "There you have it Draco, the Mudblood is sorry, now let's leave it at that." He said pointedly to the blond. "Both of you be on your way." He ordered, and without a second glance, the beautiful raven ran off in the opposite direction. Draco still looking shocked scampered away, too, not wanting to heed the wrath of his Lord. For one beautiful minute, Voldemort felt the full extent of that beautiful power, as Hadrian released it wherever he was. Before it disappears once again, as if it had never been there before. Voldemort smirked to himself. Hadrian Snow was definitely one for him to keep an eye on. The boy was no mere Mudblood, of that the dark lord was certain.
Hadrian felt like kicking himself, he almost lost control of his powers in front of the dark lord. He almost gave himself away. He wasn't even able to hold control until he reached the room of requirements. He had to release his hold a full minute before reaching his destination. Hadrian was so fucking angry. Not only did that pompous blond pull his wand on Hadrian, the guy had almost managed to make Hadrian loose his cool. And the dark lord…well he seemed almost suspicious. What was with all the questions earlier? God Hadrian couldn't concentrate. He couldn't stop thinking about those beautiful blue eyes flashing ruby red with curiosity.
The dark lord talked him. He asked Hadrian's name, asked a question about his who his parents were, and then he just…let him go. Lord Voldemort, blood supremist, had let him walk away from an offence on a pure blood. The son of his second in command no less. Hadrian just couldn't wrap his head around it. How was any of this possible?
In his anger, Hadrian allowed his magic to unleash its full power on the room of requirements. He summoned dummies to play the part of his victims. He pictured the Malfoy brats face as he shredded them apart one by one. Hadrian wanted to maim! He wanted to kill. How dare that blond bastard think he could take on Hadrian, if no one had shown up, he may have killed the boy right there and then. Then they tried to humiliate him in front of the dark lord. The Malfoy men were nothing but a pair of rats, that needed to be slaughtered, his he was furious.
Hadrian Snow would show them all….he would show the dark lord…
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