Chapter 6: Interrogation

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Hadrian always knew he would amount to something, something big at that. He wouldn't settle for anything mediocre, but he was not stupid, he knew it would take time. He knew he had years of learning, and fighting his way to power. Knowledge is power after all. Hadrian always knew he would make it not only inside the ministry, but in the minister's office, face to face with the dark lord himself. He always knew it, but never expected it to happen so soon. He always thought he would have to earn his way in.

The past few days had been but a blur to the almost 15 year old, he had spent most of them in the Hogwarts infirmary having many tests and diagnostic spell performed on him. The dark lord quickly went off to fulfil his lordly duties, and left a whole team of medical experts to look over him. They found nothing to convey any alarm, he was a perfectly normal boy, albeit with an evidently violent upbringing. Apart from the ancient mars and scars on his being, he was healthy, and normal.

No matter how many questions the raven seemed to ask, he was always ignored by everyone the dark lord sent in. Which was why he was surprised that on the third day of him being confined to a bed, he was given clothes and allowed out of bed to have super and dress. He was then whisked away by Snape, who had yet to make an appearance once they discovered Hadrian was alive, to the ministry.

Now here he was, sitting opposite the dark Lord, Severus Snape at his side, feeling at a complete loss. Everyone thought he was dead, and quite frankly, no one cares. Despite all of this, supposedly dying was apparently all he needed to do to garner the dark lord's attention. Something Hadrian had always wanted, yet he couldn't help but feel that maybe it wasn't a good thing to have right now, at least not in this context. No one survives a Basilisk stare, and no one comes back from the dead. Hadrian had a strange feeling that he was about to become a science experiment. He felt a chill go down his line.

The Ministers office was exactly how one might picture it being, except much more extravagant. It appeared lord Voldemort had an eye for beautiful things. The room was ornately decorated, everything was silver, green, or black in color, with a few items in gold to show wealth. The walls were made up of bookshelves from floor to ceiling all around, filled with books of any and every variety. The minister desk was made of a beautiful mahogany with yew trimmings and pretty designs etched in around the edges. Plush couches and chairs sat in the middle of the room, with end tables for guests, or simply just lounging around comfortably reading books. Priceless artefacts, and ornamental items were sporadically spread about in a neat fashionable manner. The room was overall magnificent, and the most expensive place Hadrian had probably ever had the opportunity to sit in.

Hadrian took it all in, attempting to keep from looking the dark lord in the eye. There were things in his mind, secrets, he refused to let anyone see. Not even the beloved dark lord. His occupancy shields were good, but probably stood very little chance against the dark lords Legilmency mastery. He wasn't quite prepared for this meeting. He would do his best to play it through, if only to see where this meeting takes him. Where he goes from here. He could never be just a Mudblood again, not now that the prophet had hailed him "The Boy Who Lived." Hadrian snorted at that, what kind of a name was that anyway. It's not like he did anything truly magnificent, all he did was live. No, Hadrian vowed to be known as more than that. To show all the maggots the crawl around in this world, just how much better he was.

"Let's start with why we are all here." Finally the dark lord spoke. "You, Mr. Snow, intrigue me. How on earth is it that a plain Muggleborn, with very little magical reserves, survives the stare of my prized basilisk?" What did the man mean by HIS Basilisk? How was it that Lord Voldemort's prized Basilisk got loose on the school? Something didn't add up here. "Then I answer myself." He continued. "You're not being entirely honest about just who you are, are you Mr. Snow? Your magical reserves are much stronger than you make them out to be, you are much smarter. You are way more than what you show to the word. So tell me Mudblood, why do you hide?" The dark lord smirked cruelly. The man was perceptive, I mean of course he was, he is the ruler if magical Britain.

Hadrian decided he would be brazen for once, take a page out of a Gryffindor book, self-preservation could always come into play later. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, my lord." His voice was silky smooth, and much more confident than any other time he'd spoke to the man, he was being daring. By the looks of the dark lord's face, the man wasn't amused by his denial.

"Don't try to play me for a fool, boy!" he hissed. "Severus, administer the boy with Veritaserum. I do not foresee us getting answers any other way, well besides torture that is. I can't very well torture him without knowing anything about him, but mark my words Mudblood, I have no qualms when it comes to hitting children." Great. He was pissed. Now Hadrian had done it. He should have known better than to push. Veritaserum…the man meant business, he wanted to know all of Hadrian's secrets. The raven visibly cringed at the idea, he'd rather take the torture session over truth serum.

Snape pulled a vial of clear liquid from his cloak, Hadrian forced himself not to flinch as the vial was uncorked and forcibly place to his lips by the dark lord. "We can do it this way Snow, or I can rip the information from your mind piece by piece. You may have practiced Occlumency, but I'm a master Legilmens. I can tear through all of your boundaries faster that you can place them up. Don't tempt me Mudblood. Drink." The man demanded, eyes flashing a deep ruby red. For a moment, it was almost as if Hadrian was compelled as if the dark lord had managed to control him. The raven couldn't help but to obey the Lord, and that infuriated him.

Hadrian swallowed the liquid, a bitter look set in on his face. Voldemort stood in front of him, a cruel glint him his eye that matched an equally cruel smile. Severus sat to the side his face as empty and invasive as ever, however Hadrian could almost see…was that concern in his eyes? The raven quickly turned away, as an act of defiance, he pointedly stared at the delicate embroidery around the edge of the desk. It was truly beautiful, it looked like silver and green snakes dancing together around white-rose filled vines. The detail was superb, it looked as if it was hand carved, before being embedded with silver and emeralds.

Hadrian could feel a bubbling in his stomach and a certain haze in his mind, it was all the warning he needed to tell him to potion was kicking in full force. A hand on his chin roughly drew his attention back to the dark lord, it was unlike himself to be so openly disobedient. He had never dreamed of being so to the ruler of wizarding Britain.

Something about the events that happened as of recent, his true ancestry and near death experience, Hadrian no longer felt much like himself. Something was different within him, he could feel it. Hadrian had always been special, but now he was even more so, he was so unlike the others. Defiance filled his very pore, weakened only by his self-preservation. He wanted to rebel, but didn't desire the torture that would surely follow, not to mention death if he pushed too far. Hadrian finally made eye contact with the dark lord, he readied himself for the interrogation he knew was headed his way.

Ruby red and Avada green clashed in a tiny battle of wits, one Hadrian quickly albeit reluctantly, gave into. Let the questions begin. The raven was prepared to skirt the edges of truth as much as possible, give answers, yet nothing specific. He was ready. His mask was in place, his emotions and fears in check, he was ready to fight. Hadrian would end the dark lord where the man sat, if it came down to it, no matter how much he admired and wished to serve the beautiful man. Hadrian was a Slytherin, and in true fashion, the raven would always put himself first.

The fire in the boys eyes both infuriated and enthralled Lord Voldemort. Hadrian was just a filthy Mudblood child, yet he felt a sense of danger in the boy. Those beautiful Avada eyes were daring, and held a sense of danger. It was almost as if the boy could pose as a real challenge. Normally such ignorance and blatant disrespect would infuriate the lord, but today he found himself quite excited by it. He couldn't wait to hear all the secrets come out of those lips. He only wished the boy would give him the opportunity to break through the barriers that protected the child's mind. It would be amazing to see inside such an intricate mind, especially if Voldemort was right about all the secrets the boy held.

If Hadrian proved to be a disappointment, well Voldemort could easily dispose of him. Or simply just send him back to the hole he crawled from. He would gather what he wanted through the Veritaserum, or revel tearing the raven mind apart. Worst case scenario? He could torture and kill the boy. Although it would be a shame to waste such a pretty face. It was no matter, Lord Voldemort was excited for the first time in a long time. The boy brought hope for a less boring future, now the boy need only prove himself entertaining enough to escape the ministry office unharmed.

Either way, there was interest to be found in how the boy either managed to survive the deadly eyes of his beloved basilisk, or somehow come back to life. He doubted that Hadrian even knew how himself, that he seemed genuinely confused by. Not much about the raven was genuine…. he could tell. The boy was completely different than what he outwardly showed. A true beautiful enigma.

The dark lord leaned over said boy, a cruel smirk placed firmly across his face as he watched the potion clearly take effect. Now all he had left to do was test the truth serum. "What is your name, Mudblood?"

"Hadrian Snow." The raven gritted out.

"Where was it that you lived before being brought to the wizarding world?"

"In a muggle orphanage, my lord." The boy admitted, Voldemort could barely contain his smirk. All of this, of course, was public knowledge. Anyone could find out the answers, as it was in the ministries room of records.

"Which of my death eater Mudblood retrieval teams was assigned to you?" Now that was something Voldemort was quite eager to hear, of course he had looked into the boys past, but he didn't think about just who Hadrian's welcoming committee was. It was fun watching the boy try to stop himself from answering, but through gritted teeth, the answer flowed.

"The Lestranges." A dark sense of glee filled Voldemort at that.

"Oh is that so? And just how did they welcome a Mudblood such as yourself."

"With the Cruciatus curse, my lord." At this the boy looked down, obviously trying to contain his mask in place. He was riling the raven up, starting to get under his skin.

"What a fitting introduction for a pathetic Mudblood like you, wouldn't you agree, Snow?" The best thing about being the dark lord? He could play all the games he wanted.

Severus sat still, remaining as impassive as impossible, but Voldemort was no fool. He knew the potions master held a certain soft spot for the Mudblood, left over from the love he once felt for one. She however, had long since vanished, being a member of the resistance and all. Voldemort's only regret wad not killing the bitch himself for her treatment of one of his most loyal, for Severus had begun to question the darks motives for that women. Not only did she play with the mind and heart of Severus, but she toyed with others who were loyal to him. She twisted their minds. She was a seductress of the light, and a filthy Mudblood. A former death eater, one who was also once among his most loyal, actually fell for the women's tricks. She became his downfall, Severus was lucky to escape a similar fate through his extreme loyalty. When the rebellion fell she disappeared never to be heard from again. Lily Potter would die by his hands, if she wasn't already dead, he promised Severus that. However the man still had a weakness when it came to the Mudbloods, it never would fully go away, nor would his love for Lily.

Voldemort drew his attention back to the boy, and oh just how similar were those Avada Kedavra green eyes to those of Lily Potter. No wonder Severus found this hard. They weren't the exact same color, Lily's were more emerald, but they held similarities none the less. That made Voldemort question the boys heritage once again, but he wasn't left questioning for long, as the boys mouth forced out the answer to the lords question.

"I am not a filthy Mudblood!" forced its way out with a snarl, the boy wasn't just annoyed, he was angry. Such a beautifully intense anger, it was breath taking. Voldemort felt as if the killing curse was encasing his body in a warm embrace, but it was just the intense stare of those beautiful eyes. It seems that he was right, the boy was hiding things, many things. The boy wouldn't be able to say he wasn't a Mudblood, unless he truly believed he wasn't. The boy wasn't delusional, that meant Voldemort was missing something. For now he would let that lie, so he would move on to more pressing questions. He was on a time limit after all. The thought made his lips curl, he was a dark lord. He didn't answer to anyone.

"Tell me…Hadrian, to whom does your loyalties lie?" He asked like an old friend would. The ravens face still held rebellion, but he didn't fight his answer.

"To you, my lord. I am deeply loyal to your cause. Although my loyalty is to myself first and foremost." A true Slytherin.

"You wouldn't die for you lord?" He asked in mock offence. The truth came out.

"I wouldn't die for anyone, I am better than everyone else, no one deserves my life. Not even you." Came the raven's cheekily honest reply. The boy dared? Well, it's not like he could lie. Voldemort liked the boy even more by the second. Such self-worth mixed with the boys power could be dangerous, the boy reminded him of well, himself. The question now in the dark lord's mind is whether the boy would grow to be a threat or an ally? Would he be the next opposing dark lord, or would he be a loyal servant?

"You wouldn't die for your lord? Would you serve your lord? How could I trust you, if you wouldn't be willing to die for me?" the questions were getting off subject, but Lord Voldemort was just beginning to have fun.

What a smug bastard, he truly did admire this man, but Voldemort had somehow managed to get answers out of Hadrian, that the young raven never even began to think he would ask. The dark lord was trying to get under his skin, and it was working. What he had been forced to admit under the truth serum was publishable by death, his admittance of self-preservation was a sign of distrust. Hadrian cursed himself for not being able to resist the potion, and the Veritaserum for forcing his answers.

"Because my loyalty is to you and no others my lord. I may not be willing to die, but I would do just about anything else. I however will always come first." Hadrian cringed at his own words, bur managed to remain respectful for the time being.

"Back to what's truly important here, why do you hide child? What is it you don't want the world to know? And ultimately, just who are you and what are your goals?" Lord Voldemort hit all the nails on the head with that one, Hadrian tried to hold back, he needed his secrets to remain just that- secrets. He bit his tongue until it began to bleed in an attempt to keep his mouth shut. As the answers began to blurt out against his will, Hadrian looked towards the headmaster, Snape looked oddly…sympathetic? It was strange seeing any emotion on the man at all.

"I hide because everyone assumes I'm a Mudblood. For me to succeed would be a death sentence. I am better than all the other, smarter, stronger, and more powerful. If I were to show my true self, it would be disastrous, I'd be accused of rebellion. Or worse, cheating a pureblood, because how could a filthy Mudblood be better than a precious pureblood?" He all but sneered. "I am Hadrian Snow, I am by no means, a Mudblood. My parents were both of magical origin, that I can assure. My goal, well they are really quite simple. See I practice magic and read all kinds of books in the shadows, knowledge is power. I want power. I garner my way into the ranks of a death eater, I will climb to the top and my lord, and I will stand at your side. I am better than all the insects in this school. I will show them all. I will show you. I'll keep my cards hidden, until it's time to make the final play."

The truth. His secrets, it all seemed to just come gushing out, like a barrier had broken. However, the questions his lord asked were not quite as damaging as one might think. No, Hadrian managed to be careful with his words of truth, he still managed to keep many things hidden, while revealing what the dark lord wanted to know. Lord Voldemort looked a strange mixture between smug, giddy, and emotionless, it was rather frightening. Avada met Ruby once again, as much as Hadrian hated this, he had to admit that it was fun.

"Just a few more questions now. How did you survive the basilisk stare? And just what do you mean by your parents were both magical, what did you mean when you said you were no Mudblood? Just what else are you hiding Mr. Snow?" those beautiful ruby eyes were alight with an excitement and passion Hadrian gad never seen in them before, it was positively breath taking. He felt his mind clear, just as the last dew questions processed through his brain. Perhaps almost dying was a good thing. Hadrian never imagined he would get this much of the dark lord's attention so soon. He quite enjoyed the dangerous game.

To the left of the room, Severus Snape's eyes filled with surprise as he watched the game of cat and mouse between lord Slytherin, and Hadrian Snow. Taking in the young Mudblood, who had always acted as little more than a pathetic squib, the headmaster began to see him in a new light. The boy was a master masks, a con artist, and those eye's….the dots clicked into place with a resounding snap. Of course, how could he forget? She was pregnant, but the child disappeared the day of its birth. It was a boy, she had a son.

In that moment fear took a hold of Severus's heart. He had to protect this child, if the dark lord were to find out he would likely kill the boy. No matter how enthralled he was by him. The child obviously knew the truth, he wouldn't be able to stop from telling. If the boy was her child…does that mean Hadrian was…..no he couldn't think about this, he had to stop the dark lord from finding out. He couldn't protect her, she had to run, but Snape could protect her child. He would do this as his final act of love for her. He would protect Lily Potter nee Evan's son. After all, he may have had to let her go, but he would love her always.

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