Chapter 5: Everything Went Black

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*Flashbacks*

A young boy that couldn't be any older than two years old was running as fast as his little legs could carry him. Pure terror engulfed the child's face. Three older children, ages raging between 7 and 9, chased the poor toddler. One of the boys had a metal bat in his hand, all three were laughing maniacally as they were quickly gaining on the tot. The little boy had raven hair and Avada Kedavra green eyes, he couldn't run any faster. His little heart was pumping so fast, it was amazing that it didn't stop. He was scared, his tummy was cramping, but he knew he couldn't stop.

As he ran, the little boy found his way into a dead end hallway, tears began to spring from his eyes as he realized there was no way out. The three older boys had finally caught up to him, they had him backed into a corner. Frightened emerald eyes could no longer hold back tears, the little boy who was much too smart for his age, began to beg and plead. The older boys just laughed, and before the little boy could blink he felt the metal baseball bat collide with his back.

Everything went black

The same little boy with black hair and Avada eyes, only a year or two older, was once again running in the same halls. This time he was chased by an older woman and man. They were yelling at him, calling him Satan's child. This time the boy took a different route, he was also faster, and he easily out ran them. They yelled after him, telling him he would pay for his freakishness. The 4 year old knew better than to stop.

Suddenly the young raven tripped over a plank of wood, before he could get up to continue his escape, the man caught up to him. The man was about 50 with a head of patching grey hair, an ugly wrinkled face, and breath that stank of alcohol. He grabbed the boys shoulder with a meaty grip, reared back and hit the child with an iron fist. Before the boy could even gain his bearings the man did it again, and again. Yelling obscenities and calling him a freak. The boy began to fade out, but before he did, he felt those hands ripping the pants from his little body. Just as those hand began to roam…

Everything went black

The same boy, older by a year yet again, was running down that same hallway, two new boys chasing after him. Both, once again, older than him. The raven headed boy was 5 now, he was even faster, smarter. This time he made it all the way outside, before another two boys joined in and cut the raven off. The poor boy was surrounded. Hate filled eyes bore into him from each of the four boys. They were going to teach the freak a lesson. A lesson that he would never forget. One boy held a crowbar, another held a baseball bat. They meant business.

The boy with the crow bar hit the younger boy in the knees, the young raven fell to the floor. Panic set in on his face, he was terrified. The two boys with nothing in their hands each grabbed an arm to hold him downs, as the boy started to thrash about. The one with the bat stepped forward, he swung it back ready to hit the young raven hard in the face. The boy fought hard and managed to get one hand free. Just as the bat came down hard, he turned his head to the side and held out his hand to protect any damage to his face. All of a sudden a bright green light flashed in front of the raven boy, the other boy with the bat, fell to the floor. The other three boys rushed to their fellow bully's side, the raven watched ad they discovered that he wasn't breathing. The boy with the bat was dead.

Everything went black.

A now 7 year old raven haired boy lay in his bed at the orphanage in which he lived. He was scared. He could feel something coming, it was dark and powerful. He had only ever felt such a thing surrounding himself, never from anything or anyone else. It's the same feeling that made him a freak, made him better than everyone else in this pathetic little hole he lived in. But something about how this felt, made him feel scared. Whatever it was, the young raven couldn't help but feel it was coming for him. He closed his eyes and kept them shut tight as he felt the presence come near, along with it, he heard light footsteps.

Before the boy even knew it, a hand covered his mouth and he was yanked from bed. All of a sudden the raven boy was being dragged through a tiny tube that seemed to take him through space itself, it was nauseating. When the boy opened his eyes, he was laying on an unfamiliar concrete floor. Two men and a women stood before him, they all had magical smiles on their faces. The all looked prestigious, with aristocratic faces, yet they had a crazed look in all of their eyes. All three of them felt like the dark, powerful presence he had just felt. It was even stronger now, almost overwhelming.

"Who are you? Where am I?" he was scared and confused. The women who had long curly black hair, left to grow wild, cackled at the raven boy.

"We are the Mudblood retrieval team, this is your new home." She paused and gave a nasty smiles, she then whispered a word the boy had never heard before, before he was overtaken by excruciating pain he had never before even came close to feeling. He screamed, thrashed, and cried. Oh he had felt plenty of pain, but this. This was unbearable. After what felt like forever it stopped. "Hadrian Snow is your name correct?" she didn't wait for an answer. "This will be your new home, with the rest of your filthy Mudblood kind." She sneered, before saying that same awful thing as before. Hadrian's world was filled with pain once more.

Everything went black

*End of Flash backs*

Avada Kedavra green eyes opened with a start, only to be met with a world of black. Confused, Hadrian lifted his hand to his face, only to realize his entire body was covered in a thick blanket. He sat up letting the blanket pool around his lap. Hadrian took in his surroundings, he was all alone in the Hogwarts infirmary. Everything was dark despite it being bright outside. It made no sense. His head hurt, wasn't he supposed to be going back to the orphanage? What happened? All he remembered was a pair of great big yellow eyes and- the band of the doors opening brought the raven out of his thoughts. A curtain surrounded the bed he were drawn, so whoever came in was blocked from his view.

"How did this happen? And why wait till the last day of the school year to start, it makes no sense." Hissed out a beautifully melodic voice.

"I'm do not know my lord. At least it was just one Mudblood to die, and not anyone of importance." Die? What did the man mean by die? Who was dead?

"Well I suppose it was convenient timing. Although I wish I knew who had my diary, it is of no consequence. Whoever had it will make their move next term, and they will face my wrath." The beautiful voice was so full of fury.

"The Mudblood, Hadrian Snow, he is unwanted even among his own kind. His death is unlikely to cause an uproar." Hadrian's blood froze, he was the Mudblood that is supposedly dead? What the he'll happened. How could they think he was dead?

"You think I care about a possible Mudblood uprising" the man snorted. "You know as well as I that they don't stand a chance against me."

"Of course my lord, but with the rebellion attack, one can't be too careful. They may be recruiting." Hadrian recognized the second man's voice as Headmaster Severus Snape. There footsteps finally stopped outside of his curtain.

Hadrian wasn't sure what to think, he began to panic. A Basilisk, he looked into the eyes of a Basilisk. That is what those big yellow eyes were that he saw. He should be dead. Everyone apparently thought he was, that would explain why someone had covered his entire body and face with the blanket. They were probably here to dispose of his body. An orphaned Mudblood such as himself, with no family or friends, would be taken into the forbidden forest and Incendio'd. He would be left as little more than dust and a mar on the Slytherin house history. If everyone thought he was dead, did that mean he was dead? Or did it mean that he had died and came back to life somehow, or somehow cheated death? This wasn't at all possible, not even on the wizarding world. There was no way he could have survived a Basilisk stare.

A shiver ran through Hadrian's spine as the curtain was dropped open. Avada Kedavra green met ruby red. For one short electrifying moment, everything was still. The second man was none other than Lord Voldemort himself, the dark lord face showed no outward emotion, but his eyes enlarged slightly in shock. The ever stoic Severus Snape, was for once, outwardly shocked.

"It's not possible.." Snape drawled. "The boy was dead, I checked him myself."

"Professor…what is going on?" Hadrian slowly asked, the ravens voice croaked from disuse.

"That, dear boy, is exactly what I would like to know. You don't look very dead to me." Spoke the dark lord.

"I-I-I just woke up like this, I'm not dead. How could I be dead?" Hadrian allowed some of his fear and confusion drip into his voice before adding "My lord." For good measure.

"Severus, run the diagnostics." Voldemort ignored him. Meanwhile Hadrian was trying to figure out just what was going to happen now. How long had he been supposedly dead? No one does and comes back to life, it's just not possible. Hadrian could do nothing as the Headmaster ran a wand up and down his body, he was chanting low, healer's code he recognized. A sharp intake of breath interrupted his train of thoughts.

"My lord, there is nothing wrong with the boy, it's almost as if nothing happened. It makes no sense." Ruby red eyes met his once again, this time the gaze was sharp and inquisitive.

"You're sure this is the child? You are not mistaken?" Snape nodded confirmation to his lord. "One cannot simply just die and wake back up. It is possible, however, that he was never really dead in the first place. Perhaps the boy simply passed as dead? But how did you child, survive a Basilisk stare? You are quite an interesting Mudblood aren't you?"

Hadrian could barely contain his rage at the dark lord's tone of voice, which was patronizing when spoked at Hadrian. He was no mere Mudblood…he put on a show of meekness, and hung his head. "There is nothing special about me my lord. I don't know how any if this happened…I'm so sorry for wasting my lord's time, please forgive me." He practically begged, Hadrian was astounded by his own performance. He really out did himself, even if the confusion he felt was very real.

He chanced a peek at the dark lord whose lips turned up into a smirk. "You child, are a mystery, one I can't wait to solve. The power you have….how it allowed you to be on the brink of death, so far gone that you were able to hide it to those around you, yet survive the pillar eyes of a Basilisk. You are very special, and I believe you know it to."

Hadrian Snow, there was something about the boy, he just couldn't put his finger on it. As a man who had played spy one too many times in his life, he had always felt that there was more to the boy than what met the eye. Severus Snape had always wondered about the boy, ever since he first laid eyes on him. Severus didn't reach his position in life by coincidence he was a smart man, he played his way up. Snow couldn't truly be that pathetic and land in the great house of Slytherin, it was unorthodox. It was more than the front the child put on, it was those eyes. The boy held the same eyes as the woman he had once loved so deeply, his heart and soul fell apart when she died. Snape refused to believe someone with her eyes, could be so disgustingly pathetic.

So over the years, the older raven had kept his eyes and ear open, paying special attention to the outcast Mudblood, who managed his way into Slytherin. The boy was either really good, or truly a pathetic waste of space. But every now and then, he could feel an intense power, which always seemed to lead back to the boy. Which was a mystery on its own, Snape wasn't particularly magic sensitive, but he could feel the strongest most powerful types of magic. This power, well it wasn't far from being on league with the dark lord himself, if only much more untrained.

Just a few weeks ago, he, Lucius, and the dark lord had been meeting when he once again felt that power. Snape wasn't particularly shocked when the dark lord turned to the source of the power, of course lord Voldemort would be interested in such power. Severus had, for some reason, felt a sense of trepidation for the boy. Especially when they rounded the hallway only to see his God son pointing a wand at the boy. However, Hadrian managed to reign in his power, and leave with nothing but the dark lords interest. Even if the younger Malfoy left holding a grudge.

Snape wasn't sure what would come of his lord, but he could see the spark in the lord's eyes, one he hadn't seen since the won the war. Hadrian was able to pull off the dumb act, but he couldn't stop his powers from coming out one more time after leaving the dark lords presence, before disappearing once again. From then on Snape had seen the wonder and curiosity grow in his lord's eyes at each mention of the Snow child.

When Severus had been given the news that a child was attacked by a monster and killed, he was immediately taken aback. It was the last day of school for the term, and there were no monsters at Hogwarts. After being brought to the hallway, and seeing the message about the chamber of secrets, things made more sense. He was initially panicked at the loss of student, a practical child. The Carrow's, who had found the body, assured him it was just a Mudblood. No one would miss him. Just a Mudblood…Then why did his heart constrict when he realized just who the Mudblood was? Why is it that Hadrian Snow was just so mysteriously something, which the thought of his life being lost affected Severus Snape of all people?

It didn't take long for Snape to sneer at himself, now he would never know the truth about such an interesting boy. His death was either an unfortunate loss to the wizard population, or a blessing in disguise. There was no way to tell the difference. He moved and examined the body, himself. Checking things over thrice, the boy died of a Basilisk stare. There was no life left in the boy. He knew the dark lord would be angry, he was the only person to have ever opened the Chamber. Someone was playing with things that were none of their business. Lord Voldemort had been predictably furious, that fury only seemed to deepen after he spoke the boy's name.

The students left as planned for the term, an announcement was made, and the boy's death really didn't affect anyone. He was left behind to clean up the pieces, instead of getting to go home and have a break like all the ungrateful little brats. The dark lord had been busy with the aftermath of a rebellion attack, but had wanted to examine the intriguing young Mudbloods body, himself. So Severus had to wait around for his lord to arrive. He had placed a stasis spell on the body, but never expected this….Never thought they would walk into the room and find a confirmed dead boy to actually not only be alive, but the sole survivor of a Basilisk stare. Such a thing was unheard of. Wonders never seemed to cease with Hadrian Snow.

For the first time in a very long time, Lord Voldemort was at a complete loss. Ever since he had first met the enigma known as Hadrian Snow, things have been different. At first the boy was easy to pass over, but once he felt and that beautifully dark seductive magic…He couldn't write the boy off anymore after that, not after he met face to face with the raven. He hadn't been able to get the boy out of his mind, since then. He had always wondered how a Mudblood of seemingly no talent landed into the prestigious house of Slytherin. Now he knew…looking at the boy who should be dead, and remembering his past encounter, he knew then and there that the boy was no mere Mudblood. He was much more.

For the first time in over 14 years now, Lord Voldemort found himself intrigued. He had something to look forward to in life, and that was unravelling every secret the boy had to offer. Hadrian Snow was a beautiful boy, with breathtaking magic. In his week state, the boy was unable to mask it, and it was simply divine. Yes he was going to enjoy getting to know this boy. One thing was for certain, from this day forward, Hadrian would no longer be just a Mudblood.

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