Chapter 7: Rebellion

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Drip. Drip. Drop. The sounds of a faint tapping, and water dripping filled in the quiet. It was almost disconcerting. Severus had never really paid the second floor girls bathroom much thought, he never would have guessed to room housed the entrance to the chamber of secrets. He caressed the snake that was etched on one of the taps, it was really quite intricately done. Severus never could have guessed that out of all the nooks and crannies in Hogwarts, this is where the chambers entrance was hidden. The thought was almost absurd really.

Severus fought to hold back a sneer at the floating for of a very sulky moaning Myrtle, she was after all, one of the reasons he was here. The dark lord had sent him to ask what she knew about who opened the chamber, or even just whether she knew about his diary. He was to find the information, and then ward the room and the entrance. A special kind of ward created by the dark lord himself. Severus would have to gently carve invisibly runes around the sink in order to activate the warding. It would allow lord Voldemort to know all the comings and goings of each individual person, and also alert the man if the passage were to be opened. He could also conjure up an image of the room, it would show exactly what was happening at any given moment, much like a muggle security camera.

The dark lord needed to know just who the poor soul was that was being controlled by his diary. Severus wasn't quite sure just what the diary was or what it could do, but it was apparently an item of great importance to lord Voldemort. It was also apparently very dangerous to both whoever held the diary, and everyone around it. It was a dark artifact, and its sole purpose seemed to be the destruction of Muggleborns. It wanted to complete Salazar's goal of a perfect wizarding world.

There was a time in his life that Severus had been blinded by hate for all things related to muggles, too. Back when he was young and angry, with the bitter words and fists of his drunken father running through his mind, and Lily trying to defend him from James Potter even though it was obvious the other man held her heart. Everything was raw back then, he ran off and joined the dark lord, not that he didn't agree with many of the man's ideals. But his unrequited love for Lily remained at large, making him bitter. He lost faith in love and life and even in the dark lord himself for a while, he never did quite come to terms with the fact that he lost Lily for good. He let his hatred of Muggleborns control him until her supposed death, after that he was so broken, so empty. He couldn't muster the energy for his hatred, a hatred that was never truly his, because in all honesty Severus never had a problem with them. He was just so blinded by his own feelings.

He no longer had a problem with Muggleborns. With age came wisdom. Snape was still by far a bitter man, he always would be. He would always have a dislike for all things muggle, but he now understood. People fear what they don't understand, they rely on jealousy and hatred. He saw it with his father, with Petunia Evans, and with the majority of the wizarding world itself. Severus only remained loyal to the cause out of necessity and a sense of kinship to the dark lord himself. The friends he had were all he had, this was the dark lord's world after all.

Hadrian Snow, now that boy was something special entirely. Lily Potter son, Snape knew he owed it to Lily to keep the boy safe, not only did he owe it to her, he owed it to himself and the boy as well. Hadrian had no idea what kind of trouble he had unknowingly landed himself into, the boy had nothing and no one on his side to protect him. The boy was so unlike his father. For if Hadrian was Lily's son, it only made sense that he was James's as well. In the midst of the war it was announced that the Potters were expecting a child. No one knew what happened to the child when everything went down.

Hadrian was definitely their son, Snape came to that conclusion rather easy. It wouldn't be hard for the dark lord to connect the dots either. Currently Severus was torn between his want to protect the boy and his want to hate him for who his father was. Which was absolutely preposterous, the boy couldn't control these things. No one could know of his true intentions, especially not the dark lord. This would be treason. Severus had to play the part of spy for the boy, and to protect the boy. Not even Hadrian could know. He had to let his hatred of the boy's father shine through, to protect his true intentions. He could give nothing away, his only reason to hate the boy would be blood status.

Snape knew just what he must do, and he was prepared to do it. Anything for Lily's son.

Lord Voldemort was intrigued, there was so much more to Hadrian Snow than he could ever imagine. It was exciting, like trying to piece together an impossible puzzle. Their little meeting the other day was cut short by news on the rebels. Voldemort could barely contain his rage at the thought of the pathetic insects that dared to impose him. He had learned much about the young raven and seemingly nothing at all, the boy was quite a contradiction. Incredibly loyal to the cause, yet self-sufficient. He would put himself first above all others, yet the boy held him in such a regard it was almost flattering.

Hadrian knew nothing on why or how he was able to survive the Basilisk stare. He was a prodigious genius, very narcissistic and manipulative, and a master of masks and disguises. The dark lord wasn't sure whether he wanted to have the boy fight for him, or kill Him. He posed a risk of becoming a true threat in the distant future. Only time would tell, the boy was just like himself after all. He could go either way.

Hadrian had no friends, no family, he held no emotional connections at all. If Voldemort were anyone else's it would seem disconcerting, but he was quite the same way. He wondered if the boy had the ability to feel at all. Well at least feel anything other than anger, rage, hatred and the natural fear. The boy would do great things of that Voldemort was sure, his life depended on whether those things were in Voldemort's best interest or not. The boy managed to survive, that was enough to give him his only leg up in life, and Hadrian had now garnered the lord's notice. Now he at least had a chance, he had a way in. Not to mention the boy's assurance that he wasn't a Mudblood. Voldemort would definitely have to look into that.

For now, Voldemort had the boy taken to Slytherin House Manor (His home estate), where Hadrian would be staying until Voldemort had the time to gather more answers. If it was true that the boy was no Mudblood, he would need different accommodations to the ones he grew up with. Heaven forbid Hadrian be a pureblood, now that would cause an uproar. It was mystery how a potential child born to magical parents, could have gone under the radar. It made Voldemort wonder just who exactly the child was.

That mystery however, and all things concerning the boy would have to wait for another day. Today Voldemort had a rebellion problem to look into, and just who was behind the attack. No less than seven of his own people were injured. Two civilians were killed and one of his very own death eater was missing. It was all quite concerning and left a bitter taste that whoever orchestrated this were left over from the Order of the Phoenix. The order was an old group of light wizards who heavily opposed him, and were his biggest adversaries. They supposedly fell with the death of Dumbledore, but Tom wasn't so sure anymore. He was worried that they had a man on the inside.

He was currently sat at his desk in the ministry of magic going over all the files on the recent attack, as well as many files from the old days- his beginning as ruler of magical Britain. There were several similarities, it was quite possible that the new rebellion were survivors from the old, and that they were recruiting among the Muggleborns. Mudbloods would definitely be prime targets to help in a rebellion against the society that suppressed them. It would be the route Voldemort would have taken if the roles were reversed, well that and there was always allies within the half-bloods. Those who resent being lesser than, and even the lighter of the purebloods, and of course blood traitors. There were many who didn't agree with Voldemort's society, none yet dumb enough to fight against it, until now.

His missing death eater was high up in the ranks, but a coward to boot. Voldemort was afraid that the man would turn. Igor Karkaroff had his uses but true loyalty was not among them. He followed out of fear and a want for a prosperous life style which all death eater led. When and if the man is found, Voldemort would have to assess the man's loyalty, np matter what the man would have to die. Voldemort couldn't allow for any liabilities. If he wished to expand his rule from magical Britain out to other magical countries he needed to be smart.

The old Order members who survived where last seen fleeing to France, a notoriously light country. Voldemort had no doubt that the French would not only harbor the rebellion, but aid them as well. He and the French minister were not on friendly terms, the man despised Voldemort and would do anything short of declaring an all-out war to bring him down. Going through a rebellion would be the smart way to do it, that way he didn't drag the whole country down.

Voldemort sighed, well life had become dreadfully boring, and it was nice to have a challenge to face again. Ruling was fun, blood shed was absolutely glorious! It had been so long since he had the excuse to get his hands dirty. Muggles didn't put up much of a fight, if he wanted to stay ruler, he couldn't go around killing without reason. He longed for a duel. He longed to torture the life out of someone's eyes. It was pure euphoria, yes Voldemort craved it all. It would be even more enticing if Hadrian Snow were at his side… Voldemort quickly shook away such ill thoughts. The boy was interesting, but he couldn't allow a pretty face to get into his head. Voldemort was above everyone, and he was well on his way to ruling the world. It would take time however, dark lord was immortal, and he had all the time on the world.

Slytherin manor was huge, almost the size of Hogwarts itself. Everything about the place was lavish and held stories of untold ditches, yet nothing was overly extravagant. It was modest, yet flashy. Hadrian hadn't gotten much of a chance to look around, at the dark lord literally locked him in a room and left.

The room was bigger than any Hadrian had been in before yet smaller in contrast to the rest of the manor. It was a bedroom. Wooden floors and silver painted walls, with a simple double bed (much more lavish than Hadrian's own back at the orphanage, but not as fancy as the ones at Hogwarts. A vanity and a dresser were pushed up against one wall, both bare and empty, but made out of a beautiful oak. Other than that there was a walk in bathroom and closet. The room, although nicer than any he'd ever been in except for Hogwarts, was rather plain and boring.

There wasn't much for Hadrian to do, he still hasn't been given back his wand from when he was assumed dead, which really pissed him off. He still had his wandless magic, but knew it would be stupid to try to break through Voldemort's wards the man placed around his room. It would likely just infuriate the man. The raven wasn't sure what to do, he explored the bathroom and the empty closet, but there was obviously not much to see. The bathroom was all white with a toilet, sink, and a corner partially in ground tub. There was a shower in the opposite corner of the bath, and a mirror above the sink. All were in different shades of white.

Yes Hadrian was bored, he had been stuck in this room since last night, brought and left here by the dark lord, who had yet to show back up. House elves brought him a change of clothes and a toothbrush, the bathroom being pre-stocked with soaps, deodorant, and toothpaste. They also brought food and drinks to him, but other than that he was alone, the elves didn't even talk to him. They were probably ordered not to. If it wasn't for the nice room, Hadrian would think himself a prisoner. It pissed him the fuck off. Even the orphanage was better than this.

Before he could get too caught up in his thoughts, the door to the room finally opened. In walked the dark lord. The smug bastard had a smirk on his face, as if he left him for so long on purpose. Which, Hadrian was absolutely positive was the case. As beautifully enticing and smart the man was, he was also a right dick. Hadrian couldn't wait for the he could walk as confidently as the man before him. His admiration was not without merit.

"Hadrian. I trust your stay has been well?" What a dick.

"Of course my lord." His voice coated in an almost sarcastic politeness. "I spent the whole day just waiting for you to come back."

If at all possible the man's smirk only widened. "I've came to a decision about you Snow. Until your blood status can either be confirmed or denied, I think it best that you not return to the orphanage for the time being."

"Oh?"

"Indeed, perhaps a heritage test is in order here?" sugary sweetness coated the lord's voice.

"Now where would be the fun in that?" He smirked, knowing full well that one couldn't do a heritage test without getting consent. Something that was put into place to stop the rich from being killed for their money. And to protect their identities from those who would so something so nefarious. Hadrian enjoyed the mystery too much to just give his secrets away.

The man simply continued to smirk before stepping forward in the room. Hadrian stood at the edge of the bed, Voldemort walked forward until he was directly in front of him. They were within a hairs length of each other, Voldemort was so close that Hadrian could smell him. It had been a very long time since someone dared to get so close to him, unpleasant memories surfaced in his kind, but Hadrian quickly pushed them aside. One thing he had always been good at was adapting to situations, this was no different. He refused to back away, so he allowed the lord to get up close and personal, while his eyebrow raised and an easy smile made its way to his lips.

The dark lord was at least 6' 2 easily towering over Hadrian's 5' 9, but Hadrian was confident enough that it didn't bother him. In instances such as these confidence was key. He made sure he was relying on his own 2 feet and not the foot board 30 centimetres behind him to keep standing. Hadrian was no fool, he knew when to give in and when not to submit. Right now was not the time to give in.

"Indeed. It is much more entertaining to slowly unravel puzzles piece by piece, like the puzzle you are." With that the man tilted Hadrian's chin up to face him, holding it firmly in place with his index finger and thumb. Green met red, it was always electrifying when their eyes met. Hadrian felt a heat raise up to his cheeks at their proximity, something Hadrian had yet to experience before in his lifetime. Was he embarrassed? He had never been the most feeling of people, he couldn't remember ever truly feeling embarrassed, he had faked it several times. But never felt it

Hadrian kept the lords gaze and did his best to wash away the strange feeling he had, but the heat only moved down further south. Hadrian was neither innocent nor naïve, he knew what this was, not that it had happened to him before. Hadrian had hit puberty like any normal boy, it just didn't affect him in the same way it did them. But he recognized what was happening from the heat in his face to the heat in his pants, he was feeling attraction. Sexual attraction something he thought himself incapable of. He's looked at many girl and even some boys, nothing ever did it for him, which was fine he was never bothered by it anyway.

The dark lord seemed to notice if the overly satisfied look on his face meant anything, not that it bothered Hadrian. He had always held a fascination to the dark lord, was it really that shocking that he be attracted to the man? Perhaps he was simply attracted to power. Either way, Hadrian would drone it out for now and roll with the situation at hand. He was ready to be out of this awfully boring room.

Getting back to the point at hand, Hadrian asked, "Where will I stay if not the orphanage? You can't very well move me to the pure/halfblood orphanage without being sure of my status. I would consent to a purity test, however I'll be keeping my heritage to myself until I unravel a few mysteries of my own. "Hadrian wasn't trying to anger the lord, but there was no sense in beating around the bush.

Voldemort kept his place and hold. "A blood test will do, but I don't think that orphanage will do either. Until we can figure some things out, I think its best that you, dear Hadrian, stay here with me." If those words didn't send a chill down his spine and a bubble of excitement simultaneously through him, Hadrian wasn't quite sure what they did. All he knew was that this was the opportunity he's been waiting for, his chance to get a leg up, and find his way into the lord's graces. This was Hadrian's way to get noticed.

"Will I be locked up like a prisoner?"

"No. But there will be limits on where you can go. There will also be rules, rule number 1 being that you will not by any means bother me. I'm a busy man and don't have much time for 'Mudbloods' like you. I like you, you intrigue me, but that is all. Don't go thinking you're anything special, because you aren't. You are simply a silly little school boy, managed to survive a death sentence. You will remain here until I figure out just where you belong and how you survived. Rule number 2 as I would never deprive a child of education, the library, the kitchens, the parlor, and the gardens are free rein. Other than that, you can roam the halls, but wander into no other rooms. Understood." The man didn't even stop to take a breath.

All Hadrian could do was mutter a small "Yes, my lord." And not his head, for he didn't agree at all. Of course he was special, he was better than anyone and everyone else, he would prove that to the dark lord.

"The only reason you are here is because I don't know what to do with you, there is still the matter if you're supposed death to deal with. Speaking of.. "The dark lord let go of his chin and took a step back finally, before pulling out Hadrian's wand. "Here, you can't very well practice much magic without a wand. Take heed, you will never raise a wand to me or mine. Understood?" He didn't wait for an answer. "A house elf will be along with your things shortly, we still have much to discuss so be prepared. "

With that, the man left Hadrian alone, for a tiny miniscule second, he almost thought he had effected the dark lord in a way, too. From the way the man rushed out…it wasn't until then that he felt his own magic dancing in the air. Of course, when the dark lord handed him his wand, his magic reacted, and in turn so did the dark lords. For one beautiful moment their magic had danced before Voldemort had left, no wonder the man was in a hurry. It seemed Hadrian's magic affected him as well, that would explain the darkening of his eyes that the raven now recalled.

Life was looking up for Hadrian, no matter what turn things took and no matter how any mysteries made up his life, things were definitely going to be interesting from now on. At least he wouldn't have to hide as much, yes things were changing. For the better or worse, who could really say? It was better than things remaining the same either way. No, Hadrian was going somewhere. And boy, he was sure ready.

"Are you ready to begin?" spoke a rough, gravelly male voice with a slight accent to it. Interrupting the dark silence that settles into the light.

"This doesn't feel right…they are just kids for Melina sake!" Came frantic much more youthful sounding woman's voice.

"Kids they may be, but they are also purebloods and half-bloods, those who dare to look down upon the muggles and Muggleborns of this world. They are a part of the problem. Besides no children will be hurt or killed. We are simply here to send a message, gain notice." Replied the male voice once again.

"I agree with Nymphadora, if it were my children being attacked, I would think us terrorist. Isn't there another way dear? They are just children for crying out loud." Came a much older sounding female, identifying the younger.

"But it's not is it mum? We never even had a chance in this society. Just look at this place! They are all living in riches, while your youngest 3 sons and daughter – my brothers and sister, are forced to live in a ruins over at the muggle born and blood traitor orphanage. They stripped them away from us, forced us to go on the run without our family. Don't you want them back mum?" Came the voice of a young man with a head of red only noticeable as he stepped into the light.

"Bill is right Molly, I want our children back. " Came yet another male voice, this one with matching red hair as the other, only he was older.

"Either way we are doing this, there is no going back. Our goal is to gain notice, they may hate us at first, but we will force everyone to see reason. Well show them how they have been lied to by the dark. How society has failed them by given rule to a psychopathic dark lord, who has them all brainwashed. We will show the world what is right. Moody, Padfoot, Moony, and everyone else. It's time to get this show on the road." Spoke a new women with auburn hair, identifying the first man who spoke, and two new men in the process.

Moody was a middle aged man, very big and stocky, with orange brown hair and one plastic eye that moved just like a regular. Nymphadora or just 'Tonks' which was her surname, was of average height, skinny, and had hair and eye color that always seemed to change. Molly was a middle aged woman with a round belly, and a motherly face She had curly hair, and warm brown eyes. Bill and his father, Arthur, had similar orange hair, freckles and facial features. Bill was younger with longer hair. Moony had shaggy sandy blond hair a moustache, he was middle aged with a skinny build. Padfoot had wild black hair, a handsome face with wild black eyes, and a strong build. He was the same age as Moony. Lily had long auburn had, emeralds green eyes, and a personality so light, it was almost blinding.

"Indeed, Lily is right, it's all for the greater good, after all." Came a final, rather aged voice in the small group of people. The man stepped out into the light revealing grey hair with a matching beard. It was time for a revolution, and they as the rebellion would soon bring it on.

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