(A.N: This is a attempt at my previous story idea Black's Child. Now that I am better at actually making stories I wanted to see how I would do at reworking my old story that I never actually posted.)
Prologue
Lady Voldemort. A name that struck fear into the hearts of the Wizarding World, stood before a red haired woman as a red glow consumed the room. As the glow began to dim, a thump was heard as the woman fell to the ground.
Looking down at the woman with impassive red eyes, Lady Voldemort turned her attention towards the crib before her.
Lady Voldemort is a beautiful woman with pitch black hair that cascades down to her lower black in silky waves with unnaturally pale skin that looks as if it glowed in the moonlight.
Moving over the body, Lady Voldemort looked down as she caught the sight of an adorable dark haired baby with the most eye-catching emerald green eyes she had ever seen.
This baby was Hadrian James Potter, the son of the woman laying before the crib and supposedly the one who would defeat Lady Voldemort.
But as she looked down at the baby, doubt began to cloud her mind as her beautiful face scrunched up in thought.
This doesn't make any sense. Why is this place so little protected? Sure that little traitor Pettigrew told me the location of the home protected by the Fidelus Charm but there should have been more then that The beautiful red eyed woman thought to herself.
Only to tense as the tip of a wand pressed against the back of her neck.
It only took a moment for the rage to burn in her eyes.
"Dumbledore" The woman snarled as she turned her head slightly to see an old man standing behind her, wand pressed against her neck.
"Hello, my Dear. I see that you have found the Potters" The old man says, though Lady Voldemort knew that the old Wizard was up to something.
Manipulative bastard The beautiful woman growled in her mind as her ruby coloured eyes narrowed at Dumbledore.
"You set up the Potters to die. That's how you got here so fast. So what was the plan? Have me kill the Potters and triumphantly kill me, announcing that you killed a Second Dark Lord at the cost of the Potters?" Voldemort asks, though the expression on her face showed that she already knew the answer.
A laugh escaped the old man as he grinned darkly at the woman.
"You know me so well, Tammie. So good to see my teachings haven't been lost on you" The old man says, amusement present on his face.
Tammie Riddle, the true name of Lady Voldemort.
"Do you really think this will turn out like you think it will?" Voldemort asks, curiosity in her voice.
Dumbledore merely chuckled in response.
"Of course not my dear. I know you well enough that you will fight back. And when I defeat you, your Horcruxes will keep you from dying" The old man says, his smile growing as he notices Tammie's eyes widening. "Oh you didn't really think I wasn't aware of such Black Magic do you? Why, I should scold you for using such evil Magic before ultimately forgiving you" The Old Wizard says, teasingly.
Lady Voldemort scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
"Such a stupid act, old man." The red eyed woman scowled.
Dumbledore let a chuckle escape him as he twisted the end of the wand into Voldemort's neck, causing the woman to hiss as her skin burned slightly.
"You always were perceptive, Tammie. You saw through it so fast. It was honestly quite impressive" The old man admits.
Letting out an irritated breath, Voldemort looked down and saw Hadrian looking up at her, his head tilted in curiosity.
Voldemort closed her eyes as she found herself frustrated, she had fallen into Dumbledore's trap as she recklessly charged into the home of the Potters like a Gryffindor.
What a fool I am. Should have known that Dumbledore planned everything The red eyed woman thought to herself before noticing the mother of Hadrian, Lily Potter, laying on the floor, her chest rising and lowering as she breathed. While Dumbledore planned the confrontation, Voldemort knew that the old man wasn't expecting her to spare Lily Potter, let alone James Potter, the father of Hadrian, who was currently on the lower floor, unconscious.
Lady Voldemort knew that the old Wizard always liked to be right, like to plan ahead and have everything as he expected. The way he was acting right now was proof of that. After all, Dumbledore was unable to hide the anger and irritation in his eyes as he dug the wand into Tammie's neck.
"Surprised I spared them? That certainly must annoy you, huh? Tammie Riddle, the most evil Dark Witch since Morgana and she spared a family after attacking it. That certainly will raise questions" The Dark Lady taunted with a sly grin on her face.
Dumbledore's face reddened with rage before a smirk grew.
"Are you sure about that my dear? After all, it will be hard to question things if the Potters are dead" The Old Wizard says.
It took only a moment for Lady Voldemort's eyes to widen at the insinuation.
"What are you planning, old man? You are sacrificing these pawns for seemingly no reason and for what? What are you up to?" The red eyed woman hissed with narrowed eyes.
"You know my dear, there are times where I wonder if you know me at all" Dumbledore responds. "But it matter not, now does it?" The old man says as the tip of his wand begins to glow emerald green.
"Aveda-" The old man spoke, the green glowing brighter as he began ti say the incantation of the spell.
Voldemort then moved swiftly, turning around and smacking the wand out of the old man's hand as she raised her wand at Dumbledore.
"Crucio" The Dark Lady yelled, sending forth a blood red spell with red lightning lashing around its form at the old man.
Dumbledore moved to the side as the curse passed by him harmlessly, splashing against the wall behind the old man as it fizzled out.
The old Wizard raised his hand up as the centre of his palm began to glow.
"Reducto" Dumbledore casted a bright blue spell at the woman.
With one swift move of her wand, a translucent shield formed over Lady Voldemort.
"Protego" The red eyed woman silently casted, causing the spell to bounce off of her shield and ricocheted into the ceiling above.
Boom
The ceiling exploded, sending bits and pieces of wood falling down above them.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Dumbledore raised his hand at his wand and waved his hand.
"Accio" The old man casted wandlessly, causing his wand to shoot off from the floor and into his hand.
Turning his wand to the Dark Lady, Dumbledore casted once more.
"Accio" The old man silently casted, causing Voldemort to stumble forward from the pull of the spell, forcing her to stomp her feet into the ground to maintain her balance.
Dumbledore smirked as he moved around the Dark Lady as he raised his wand.
"Depulso" The old man silently casted, sending another spell at Voldemort.
With a scowl, Lady Voldemort forced herself back, causing her to dodge the spell but at the cost of her footing, causing her to fall onto her ass as Dumbledore raised his wand at the Dark Lady to finish her off.
Realising what would happen if she were to lose, Lady Voldemort aimed her wand at the old man before he could finish her off.
"Avada Kedavra" Tammie Riddle roared, sending the infamous Killing Curse at the old man.
With a grin on his face, Dumbledore moved to the side, causing Lady Voldemort's eyes to widen as she saw what was behind him.
With her attention focused on the old man before her, the red eyed woman paid no attention as the old man forced her to move around until eventually their places were swapped. Now with Dumbledore standing in front of Hadrian. Until he dodged the Killing Curse.
There, standing at the crib was little Hadrian, hands on the railing of the crib to get a closer look at the action before him, causing him to be in the way of the infamous Death Curse.
BOOM
The room exploded as the Killing Curse was suddenly flung back, causing the spell to slam into Lady Voldemort's chest as her entire being suddenly
evaporated, leaving behind her wand and the black cloak that once covered her curvaceous body.
As the dust began to settle, Dumbledore looked at what remained of Voldemort with a frown.
The old man hadn't expected the outcome of Lady Voldemort's end to happen like this.
Oh well, not like it matters. Dumbledore thought, shrugging his shoulders as he holstered his wand.
Turning to the crib, the old Wizard was expecting the corpse of one Hadrian Potter, but what he wasn't expecting was to see the baby breathing, unconscious but alive. With only a lightning bolt scar on his head.
Now confused, Dumbledore grabbed out his wand and silently casted a spell over the baby boy, checking to see what could have caused his survival with only a scar.
Nothing. What saved him from the Killing Curse? Dumbledore wondered as he looked at the dark haired baby.
As the old man took a closer look at the scar, he noticed that aside from the little bit of dark Magic from the spell itself, he was unharmed.
I would have expected there to be a Horcrux or something, Tammie always was one for contingency plans The old man thought to himself before ultimately shrugging it off.
Eh, worst comes to worst I can just claim he has a Horcrux and needs to die for Voldemort to be defeated, Dumbledore thought.
"James, Lily!" A voice yelled out, causing the old man to tense as he looked outside the nursery room.
Well well, it looks like Sirius Black has arrived. Can't let him take Harry, the boy needs to be under my control Dumbledore thought.
With one swift move, Dumbledore raised his wand and spun it above his head.
Casting a disillusionment Charm over him, the old man slowly began to become nearly invisible as he blended in the surroundings.
It wasn't long after that that one handsome dark haired man entered. Sirius Black, Hadrian Potter's Godfather.
"Lily! Harry!" The man let out a laugh of relief as he quickly moved to Lily, pulling out his wand as he went to cast a spell.
Making his move, Dumbledore moved behind Sirius, wand in her hand.
"Imperio" The old man casted, causing Sirius' eyes to fog up. Now normally the dark haired man would have been able to resist the power of the Imperius Curse, but with the power of the wand in Dumbledore's hand, one of legend, the Elder Wand, Sirius just couldn't fight against the Unforgivable Curse.
"You will leave James and Lily, give Harry to Hagrid when he arrives and hunt down and kill Peter Pettigrew" Dumbledore spoke before finishing the command as he brought the wand to Sirius' head.
"Obliviate" The old man casted, erasing the man's memories of what had just happened.
With that done, Dumbledore moved back and watched as Sirius ignored Lily's unconscious body and grabbed Hadrian, pulling him out of the crib and making his way out of the Nursery Room, right into the arms of Hagrid who had just arrived. On orders by Albus Dumbledore to search for any survivors should their be any.
With Hadrian soon to be in Hagrid's hands and Dumbledore's grasp as a result, the old man turned his attention to Lily Potter.
"Sorry my dear, but I cannot have you interfere with my plans. Previously I had intended to kill you as it seems Voldemort failed to do so, but it seems that as a result of young Harry's survival, I must let you live less your Wills be activated. Of course I would certainly use my powers to stop it from ever truly working but it would be unnecessary problems for me" Dumbledore says as he raises his wand and casts a silent spell, causing Lily's body to be engulfed in a darkish brown glow. A Coma Curse.
There, that will make things easier for me. Now onto James The old man thought as he made his way out of the Nursery Room and down the stairs, where James' unconscious body lay.
-Break-
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and many other titles, stood before the home of Number 4 Privet Drive, the soon to be home of one Hadrian Potter.
Now all I need to do is wait until Hagrid arrives with little Harry and soon things will be in motion, The old man thought to himself with a grin.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts then perked up as he sensed a familiar source of Magic.
"Professor Mcgonagall, I had thought you would be off celebrating" The old man says, turning to what seemed to be an ordinary cat that sat atop a fence.
Leaping from the fence, the cat morphed into an elderly woman as she landed gracefully into the ground with practised ease.
"Is it true Albus? Have the Potters really…?" Mcgonagall asks, refusing to finish her question as worry was etched onto her face.
Dumbledore sighed as a look of sadness grew on his face.
"Thankfully the Potters survived the attack. But unfortunately both Lily and James Potter have been placed in a coma" The old man states. Thanks to me Dumbledore added in his mind.
Professor Mcgonagall placed a hand onto her chest as an expression of despair and sadness formed on her face.
"And what if their son? Harry? Did he really?" The old woman asks, hesitating to finish her sentence.
Albus sighed in mock sadness while inside he was seething.
Damn that oaf. He couldn't help but get drunk and blab about how the Potter child survived and reflected the Killing Curse Dumbledore thought, angry with Hagrid.
"Albus, do you really intend to send him here? I have spent the day watching over them and they are the worst sort of Muggles, the child was kicking and screaming at his own mother about not getting sweets" Mcgonagall says, disbelief present in her voice.
"They are the only family he has" The Headmaster of Hogwarts states, hoping that the old woman would drop the subject.
If it were possible, Albus knew that he would have potioned all of his staff and pawns to be loyal to him and to listen to every word he said. But sadly this was a Magical World and many times something of a similar scale had occured in Hogwarts, resulting in many staff and members to yearly receive flushing droughts and if any were to be linked to him? Then questions would be asked that Dumbledore most certainly didn't want to be asked. As a result the old man had to be careful with what he did and didn't do.
"But he would be famous, every child in the Magical World will know his name" Professor Mcgonagall says, causing the old man to internally grin in triumph.
And now for the perfect reason to keep young Harry here The old man thought to himself as his staff member asked the question he certainly wanted to be asked.
"Which is why he must stay here. Away from all of that, so that he can grow and have a normal life" The Headmaster of Hogwarts states.
As Mcgonagall opened her mouth to protest, she froze. The words of the old Wizard rang in her mind. After a few moments of thought, the old woman clenched her fists and she opened her mouth once more, ready to protest the act of leaving the young Potter with his relatives.
Vroom
The sound of a motorcycle stopped any words from escaping Professor Mcgonagall's mouth as both she and Dumbledore looked onto the street to see a large man fly from the sky, landing onto the asphalt road as he rode in a motorcycle.
Albus' eyes twinkled as he made his way towards the large man as he exited the motorcycle, a bundle in his arms.
"How was he, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks, looking over the Giant's arm where he saw the familiar face of Hadrian Potter, sleeping comfortably in the giant Man's arm as he was covered in a small blanket.
"The little tike fell asleep halfway through da trip" Hagur says with a warm smile on his face.
Nodding to the half Giant, Albus held out his arm, Hagrid understanding what the old man was silently asking for.
Without a moment of hesitation, Hagrid handed Hadrian to the Headmaster of Hogwarts as the old man slowly walked towards the front door of his relatives home.
With a frown on her face, Mcgonagall sped walked to Albus sighed in the hopes to help the old man reconsider his decision.
"Albus there must be someone else that could take care of him. These are the worst sort of Muggles. Who knows what they might do to him, Lily never had a good relationship with them after she came to Hogwarts" The old woman states.
Internally sighing at the woman's insistence, Albus turned to face the Professor with a small smile with his eyes twinkling as the old man placed his grandfather's face on.
"She is family. The only one that young Harry now has. It is where he is safest" Dumbledore states, causing Mcgonagall to sigh and look away, frustration in her eyes.
Smiling in triumph, Albus reached the front door of the home as he placed Hadrian at the front door, leaving a letter on top of him. With skilled ease, Albus pulled out his wand, silently casting many different spells before hiding his Magical focus, neither Mcgonagall or Hagrid aware of the Headmaster's actions.
A sob caught the attention of Dumbledore as he turned to see Hagrid, sniffling as he blew his nose into a handkerchief, where the giant had gotten it, Albus didn't know.
"Don't worry, it's not really goodbye" The Headmaster of Hogwarts says, in the hopes that the half Giant would stop with the waterworks.
Hagrid nodded his head, taking a deep breath as he rubbed the tears out of his eyes.
Eyes twinkling, Albus turned towards Hadrian and spoke.
"Good luck, Hadrian Potter" The old man whispered.
-Time Skip-
Freak. Useless. Boy. Waste of space. Worthless. Those were the names that Hadrian Potter was used to being called. Mainly from his so called 'relatives' but sometimes there is that occasional adult that seemed to get some vindictive joy out of treating the young Potter as a punching bag.
Now 6 and a half years old, Hadrian was in prep in Primary School. The first time that Hadrian had been in class, the young boy had to get used to either being called Potter or Hadrian as the Dursleys had called him nothing but Freak and Boy with the occasional other insult in the mix.
At first when going to school, Hadrian had thought that things might get better for the young boy. But things went south fast. Turns out that the Dursleys had decided that beating and starving him wasn't enough, they also 'warned' everyone what a 'troublemaker' he was and for some stupid reason everyone believed it. You would think that they would at least judge him upon meeting him but that didn't seem to be the case. Many parents told their children to avoid Hadrian otherwise they were grounded and for those that weren't practically ordered by their parents to stay away from him, were driven off by Hadrian's cousin, Dudley, who seemed to have gained some sort of sick joy out of playing a 'game' called Harry Hunting. And if that wasn't enough, every month the class has a little test, just to see how the students are fairing and how they are handling the class. This would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact that Hadrian was beaten and starved for getting better then their 'perfect' Dudley. So, to avoid getting beaten, the next month Hadrian had done worse… Only to get beaten up and starved for getting bad grades.
Being starved and beaten up were the two most common things for the young Potter. Bad day at work, well beat up Hadrian Potter to vent out your frustrations. Ended up not getting the deal you want because of your stupidity, arrogance and overall racist and sexist views? Well just beat up Hadrian Potter. Hadrian Potter slightly burnt your food, well just beat him up. Hadrian Potter didn't do the 30 chores you had given him only 5 hours to do? Just beat him up.
If Hadrian were to be honest, he wonders what it would be like to live a life away from the Dursleys and just be free of them. But sadly that was not to come, at least for another 11 and a half years.
Due to how badly the young Potter had been treated he was not only covered in bruises from the shoulders down, but he was also malnourished that would probably never be recovered due to the sheer lack of food he received and the little he did, were either completely rotten or on the verge of being completely rotten. Of course it wasn't bad enough that they not only gave him scraps not even a dog would eat, but they also ate all the food and sometimes made the young Potter watch, getting joy out of further tormenting him.
With the sheer abuse and neglect that Hadrian had received someone would at least suspect something, but nope. Nope, it seems like the people on Privet Drive couldn't give a rats ass about young Hadrian Potter who wore rags for god's sake. Of course upon hearing and learning about the Police that the young Potter would go to them for help. And he did. Only for them to show large amounts of incompetence as they basically scolded him for 'lying' about his 'loving' relatives. Of course Vernon somehow learned of it and beat him black and blue.
Due to how easily the Dursleys seemed to get pissed off about everything, Hadrian was forced to adapt to avoid being as beaten as little as possible. If Hadrian were to be honest, with how bloody precise he has to be with food he would probably be the next Gordon Ramsey with how picky the bastards were.
But here the 6 year old was. Hidden in a library were Dudley and his gang wouldn't find him as they had decided to begin another game of Harry Hunting.
With him the Dursleys were, the dark haired boy needed to be observant, to see what pissed them off and how to avoid them, as a result he was also able to notice what they hated and avoided. For Vernon it was the kitchen, the backyard and he surprisingly hated orange juice. For Petunia it was the garage, the park surprisingly enough and she hated the curtains being open, probably paranoia as every woman in the neighbourhood gossiped about the stupidest things. For Dudley it was not being able to get what he wanted, vegetables and one of the most important things to Hadrian, the library. Where the young boy was currently hiding within.
As the young Potter let out a sigh of relief, he heard noises nearby.
Curious as to what the individual who was making the noise was doing, the young boy slowly made his way towards it to see a skinny man, sitting at one of the computers, watching a video as he read a book while listening to it.
With his curiosity, Hadrian slowly moved towards the man to see what was on the screen of the computer.
Upon getting a closer look at the screen, the young Potter was intrigued. On the screen was a video, a muscular man with greying hair stood in what looked to be a stage with a podium before him.
"I am here to talk about success" The man spoke from the computer.
"The first rule of success is to have a vision. You see if you don't have a vision of where you're going, if you don't have a goal of where you go, you drift around and you never end up anywhere" The man spoke confidently.
Hadrian found himself captivated by the man's words, entranced by what he was saying.
"As you know I was born in Austria in 1947, after the second World War. So I was very fortunate to have stumbled unto my vision. And I didn't really like Austria when I grew up. I couldn't wait to get out of there." The man states and the young Potter felt a connection to the man. He didn't like living with the Dursleys and he most certainly couldn't wait to be free of them, though their living conditions were most certainly different but what they both wanted were the same. "I couldn't see myself becoming a farmer. Or a worker in a factory or anything like that. Even though my parents wanted me to stay there and live a normal life. But that was their vision, not mine" The man says, gesturing to himself.
Unknown to Hadrian, the man at the computer had noticed him and moved his chair slightly to the side, allowing the young boy to get a better view of the screen.
"My vision was totally different, I felt that I was born for something special, something unique, for something big. Then one day I went to school, I remember I was 11 years old and they showed a documentary about America. There they showed in this documentary the huge skyscrapers, the highrises, the huge bridges, the 6 lane freeways and all of this stuff and I say to myself, 'that's where I want to be'." The muscular man states.
Hadrian found himself completely amazed by his words, feeling a fire growing inside him as he listened to the man's words.
"I don't wanna be around here with all the little farm houses and these little buildings, I want to be in America. One day I was walking home after school and I walked by a store in Graz, so I went inside and I looked around and I saw a magazine. It was a bodybuilding magazine that had Reg Park on the cover. Reg Park was then a 3 time Mr Universe. And I saw him on the big screen as Hercules. I read that and said to myself 'Wow. This is the blueprint for my life. This is exactly what I want to do. I want to become a bodybuilding champion just like Reg Park, I want to get into movies just like Reg Park and I want to make millions and be rich and famous just like Reg Park'" The man states as Hadrian listened. The dark haired boy felt the fire in him growing the more and more the man spoke.
"You know how great it felt that I knew where I was going? Imagine a majority of people that didn't know where they're going. I knew where I was going. That I am going to become this body building champion just like him. So it was just a question of how do you do it? I was so relieved, because when you have a goal, when you have a vision, everything becomes easy. So people always asked me when they see me at the gym in the pumping iron days, they say 'Why is it you are working out so hard? 5 hours a day, 6 hours a day and you always have a smile on your face' and I told people all the time, I said 'because to me, I am shooting for a goal. In front of me is the Mr Universe title. So every rep that I do brings me one step closer to accomplishing that goal, to make this goal this vision, turn into reality. Every single set that I do, every repetition, every weight that I lift will get me a step closer to turn this goal into a reality. So I couldn't wait to do another 500-lb squat, I couldn't wait to do another 500-lb bench press, I couldn't wait to do another 2000 reps of sit ups. I couldn't wait for the next exercise. By the age of 20, I went to London and I won the Mr Universe contest as the youngest Mr Universe ever. And that was because I had a goal." The man says as the people in the crowd in the video applauded.
As he listened, the young Potter was in awe. This man had a goal, a vision and worked hard to achieve it. And succeeded.
"So let me tell you, visualising your goal and going after it, makes it fun. You've got to have a purpose no matter what you do in life, you've got to have a purpose" The man stated.
Hadrian felt his world freeze as those words rang in his head.
"You've got to have a purpose" The words echoed in the young Potter's mind.
"Amazing, isn't he?" A voice asks, breaking Hadrian out of his thoughts.
Looking to the side, the young boy blinked in surprise as he realised that he was standing right next to the man at the computer.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I di-didn't mean to-" "Don't worry about it" The man cut Hadrian off, shocking the dark haired boy.
"W-What?" Hadrian asks, surprised.
The man chuckled as he placed his book, now closed onto the desk.
"I said don't worry about it. The man you just saw. His name is Arnold Schwarzenegger" The man states, causing Hadrian to look at the now paused video of the man who had given him hope.
"You've got to have a purpose" Arnold's words echoed in his mind.
I've got to have a purpose The young Potter thought to himself.
Just then a woman walked towards both Hadrian and the man.
"I'm sorry but we are closing. You must leave before we close" The woman says, informing the two.
Nodding his head, Hadrian turned to the man at the computer and gave him a grateful smile.
"Thank you for the video. I know it wasn't for me but I just wanted to say thank you" Hadrian says with a look of happiness.
The man chuckled and waved his hand.
"Don't worry about it kiddo. I am more than certain that Arnold would want his words to be heard, as long as they could help someone strive to achieve a goal, a vision, he would be happy" The man says with a smile.
Nodding, the young Potter turned around and made his way out of the Library, his mind going back to the speech that he had heard.
(A.N: This is a real speech, look it up. It can be found on Youtube and it is around 10 minutes long so you can listen to it if you are playing games or even cleaning your room or something)
-Break-
Sitting in the cupboard under the stairs, Hadrian felt his head throbbing as he sat on his 'bed' that the Dursleys 'graciously' gave him.
Upon getting home the young Potter was forced to cook a meal for the Dursleys before being chucked into his 'room' by Vernon who then gave him rotten scraps before chucking him into the cupboard, Hadrian's head banging against the wall from the force of the throw.
It wasn't long after that that the Dursleys soon turned on the lights as the night began to arrive.
With the pain slowly fading, the young Potter thought about the speech he heard from Arnold Schwarzenegger and the treatment Hadrian received from the Dursleys.
Taking a deep breath Hadrian looked down at his torso and slowly raised his second hand shirt that was originally Dudley's. What lay underneath the shirt caused the young boy to bite his lip.
Bruises upon bruises covered his torso as his ribs stuck out from under his skin, the young boy's malnutrition visible for any to see.
"You've got to have a purpose" Those words rang in Hadrian's head.
The young Potter knew that he needed a vision, a goal. But to do so he first needed to escape the Dursleys, to get as far away from them as possible to stop them from possibly killing him, either through the beatings or starving him to death.
And with the fire that had been fanned by the speech of Arnold, the young Potter closed his eyes as he focused on going to sleep, planning to leave the place that he had lived in for the past 5 years.
-Break-
It was past midnight when Hadrian began to stir, his emerald green eyes hidden behind a broken pair of glasses opened, only to see the top of his cupboard.
Taking a deep breath, the young Potter slowly sat up, wincing as he felt his stomach growl from the lack of food in his belly.
Looking at the entrance to his cupboard, Hadrian slowly placed his hand onto the door and slowly pushed it.
Creak
The cupboard slowly opened, revealing the outside of the cupboard.
With a deep breath and determination burning in his eyes, Hadrian slowly exited the cupboard and looked around, squatting so as to quickly re-enter his cupboard should the Dursleys make their way down the stairs.
After what seemed like hours but was mere minutes, the young boy let out a relieved breath as he slowly closed the cupboard with a small click.
Hadrian's heart raced as he tiptoed towards the kitchen, intent on stealing food before escaping the prison that was his home.
Looking into the pantry, the young Potter bit his lip in frustration as the only thing worth anything was a loaf of bread in a plastic bag.
Got to have something and this is all I will need for the time being Hadrian thought to himself as he grabbed the plastic bag and closed the pantry, turning his attention back to the hallway that led to the front door, just passed the cupboard under the stairs.
Moving silently through the house, Hadrian reached the front door and twisted the handle. The young Potter winced as the door stopped halfway with a small sound. Freezing with fear, the young boy hesitantly looked up the stairs, half expecting Vernon to just suddenly appear and beat him to death.
Hadrian waited in a tense silence, expecting to at least hear the sound of the door to the master bedroom opening but he heard nothing.
Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, the young Potter turned towards the door and twisted the lock on the door.
Click
The door unlocked as the young Potter quickly looked back up at the stairway, fearful of anyone hearing him leave.
After a few moments of silence the boy took a deep breath as he placed his hand on the door handle and twisted.
Slowly opening the door, the young boy opened it halfway and slid through it to avoid any squeaks the door might make.
Now standing outside of the Dursleys home, Hadrian grabbed the front door handle on the outside and slowly turned it, pulling the door back as it closed silently.
Shivering slightly from the cold, Hadrian turned to the front yard and ran. Making his way onto the sidewalk where the young Potter then right in a random direction, wanting nothing more than to get away from his 'home'.
Despite the cold of night making the young boy shiver, Hadrian couldn't help but let out a small laugh of relief as for the first time he felt… Free.
-Break-
After half an hour of a mix of walking, running and jogging away from Privet Drive, Hadrian Potter was breathing heavily as he took out a piece of bread, biting into it as the young boy felt his taste buds explode with taste.
For the first time in his life, Hadrian was actually eating something edible, not rotten, not raw or tasteless, actual food.
As the young boy continued to walk, he suddenly collided into something, causing a sound of surprise to escape his mouth as Hadrian fell back, landing on his ass as he looked up in confusion as he felt as if he walked into a wall.
Only the wall that the young Potter seemingly ran into was in fact not a wall, but a man.
Wearing only pants that were torn and ripped, the man's torso was bare and covered with cuts and bruises, what seemed to be the remains of his shirt hanging off of his shoulder hanging by a thread. But as Hadrian looked at the man's face, the boy cowered.
Glaring down at the young boy with rage in his eyes, the man's black eyes narrowed at the young boy.
"What do you think you are doing Mortal?" The man spat with disgust in his tone.
Chapter 1: Mortal and Immortal
Goku Black, once known as Zamasu, seethed with rage as he laid on the ground, covered in blood as he struggled to stand, his clothes in tatters.
Not too far away from Goku Black was a pair of spiky haired individuals. These two individuals were Goku and Vegeta, members of a race known as Saiyans.
Recently Zamasu had located 7 wish orbs known as Super Dragon Balls and has made a wish to have the body of Goku, resulting in Zamasu to become Goku Black.
This act was not done out of jealousy or greed, but out of hatred. Hatred for Mortal who Zamasu had deemed a blight to the universe by bringing upon their 'imperfection', having killed the Supreme Kai, Zamasu's former master and stealing what was known as a Time Ring, Zamasu now known as Goku Black, went to an alternate reality taken place in the future and struck down his master once more and recruited his past self to assist him in the quest of ridding the world of mortals.
And so their crusade began, but first they needed to remove the obstacles in their way. By using the powers of Goku's body and his Saiyan biology, both Goku Black and past Zamasu slaughtered the Gods before turning their attention to Earth, the home of Goku.
Slaughtering all the mortals they could, Goku Black eventually encountered a half Saiyan by the Trunks.
After toying with the half Saiyan, Trunks had successfully used a Time Machine and went back in time in the hopes to find help in defeating Black.
Through the act of Time Travel, Goku Black was able to travel through time as the Time Ring sensed the disturbance in the flow of time, resulting in Black going to the past, if only for a short period of time.
There Goku Black met Goku, a mortal who had gained the power of the Gods.
After having a match against the Saiyan, Goku Black was eventually forced back into the present where he continued to destroy the remaining mortals in the hopes to create a perfect world.
Back in the present Trunks along with Goku and the alternate version of his father, Vegeta, went back to the future to fight Goku Black.
After being defeated by Goku Black and Zamasu who had revealed himself, the gang were forced to escape as they recuperated and searched to learn what had caused the appearance of Goku Black.
After discovering that Zamasu had intended to kill his master, Goku along with the God of Destruction, Beerus and his Angel Attendant, Whis, stopped the murder from happening and erased Zamasu from existence.
Despite the God of Destruction being confident that he had altered the future timeline, Trunks along with Goku and Vegeta with Trunks' mom and Vegeta's wife, Bulma tagging along.
What the gang had discovered was that nothing had changed as Goku Black had been protected by the power of the Time Ring.
Forced to fight both Zamasu and Goku Black, Black taunted Goku, informing the Saiyan that upon taking his body, Black had killed his wife and son.
Enraged, Goku fought against both Black and Zamasu, beating them until he along with Trunks and Vegeta were overwhelmed and forced to flee once more into the past.
With determination in their hearts and their goals in sight, both Vegeta and Goku trained, preparing for the final battle against Zamasu and Goku Black.
What came next was a battle of power and will, fighting with what strength that could pull, Zamasu and Goku Black were eventually forced to use their trump card. Fusion.
Through the use of earrings known as the Potara Earrings, both versions of Zamasu fused together to fight against the Saiyans.
With the help of Zamasu's former master, the one that Beerus, Whis and Goku had saved, both Goku and Vegeta were handed their own Potara Earrings and fused, creating Vegito.
The fight against the two fused beings was a complete one sided fight, with Vegito absolutely destroying fused Zamasu with ease. (A.N: In the Manga Fused Zamasu got his ass absolutely handed to him by Vegito)
From what little Goku Black could recall, something had forced him and his future self to separate, the strain of the de-fusion overwhelming Zamasu as he soon faded.
With what little strength he had left, Goku Black attempted to stand only to fall to his knee, his fist pressed against the ground as he struggled to move.
Hahahaha
Laughter echoed throughout the world as Goku Black looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the sky go green, Zamasu's face multiplying throughout the sky.
A grin grew on the false Saiyan's face as he watched both Goku and Vegeta fail to draw strength to combat against Black's counterpart.
But what came next caused Goku Black to pale, pulling out a device, Goku pressed a button as a small being appeared. The Omni King. A being of such magnitude power who could erase an entire universe at the snap of his fingers. A being only whispered about among Goku Black's people, the Kai's.
Realising what was happening as the Omni King's hands began to glow, the false Saiyan used as much strength as he could and stood up, noticing the earring that Future Zamasu had worn laying on the ground. Grabbing the earring and placing it in his pocket, Goku Black stumbled slightly as he found his strength leaving him.
"BLACK!" A voice screamed in rage.
Looking up, Goku Black saw as Trunks charged at him, sword in hand.
Smirking darkly at the half Saiyan, Goku Black's Time Ring began to glow as he vanished into thin air just as Trunk's sword slashed through where the False Saiyan once stood.
Letting out a roar of frustration and anger, Trunks glared at the spot where Black once stood, rage in his eyes.
"Trunks, we got to go! We can look for Black later!" The voice of Goku caught the half Saiyan's attention as he turned to the Saiyans and ran to the Time Machine, hoping to escape the Omni King's power as the small being destroyed the entire universe, thus the timeline.
As the light became blinding, Zamasu let out a scream as the light consumed the universe, killing everything along with Zamasu.
-Break-
Thud
Landing on the ground with a loud noise, Goku Black looked around with narrowed eyes.
Where was he? Where did the Ring take him?
Just then the false Saiyan grunted as he felt something collide into him.
Looking down, Black scowled as he saw a small boy with messy black hair with emerald green eyes hidden behind a broken pair of glasses wearing ridiculously sized clothing.
Black watched as the boy paled as he looked up with him.
"What do you think you are doing Mortal?" Goku Black spat, causing the young boy to blink in surprise.
"Uhm, s-sorry, i-i was just walking" The boy answered.
Goku Black scowled at the boy, noticing the bread in his hand. Not thinking much on it, the false Saiyan took a closer look at the mortal boy before him, noting the state of dress he was in.
Pathetic, Mortals are such pitiful creatures Black thought to himself.
"You Mortals are a blight to this universe, your existence ruins the perfect utopia that the cosmos has yet to achieve" Goku Black growled.
The young boy tilted his head, confusion evident in his eyes.
"But doesn't that mean if something is perfect that means it never changes?" The Mortal boy asks, curious.
Black blinked in surprise as he looked at the boy oddly.
"Perfection is something that is faultless, thus perfect" The false Saiyan responded.
The mortal boy hummed in thought as he looked at Black.
"But doesn't that mean that everything would be the same since they had no faults which means that they were not unique?" The dark haired boy asks.
The False Saiyan found himself frowning at the boy, confused as to why he was having this conversation in the first place.
"What is your point, Mortal!? Perfection is faultless and has no need to be unique as it is that, perfect!" Goku Black snapped.
The boy sighed as he stood up.
"Follow me" The Mortal boy says, gesturing for Black to follow.
The false Saiyan found himself sneering at the young boy as a dark ball of Ki formed in his hand. But after a few moments of debate Black let the ball dissipate as he decided to humour the dark haired boy.
Following right behind the boy, Goku Black was eventually led to a street with houses lined up, all identical with no difference between them.
"So something like this?" The young boy asks, gesturing towards the houses.
Narrowing his eyes at the many houses, the false Saiyan couldn't help but found himself weirded out by how identical the houses were, no differences between them.
"What is the point of showing me this Mortal!?" Black demanded turning to the young boy.
"Well if you want a perfect world it would be pretty much like this. Exactly the same with no differences, nothing that stands out and nothing unique. Faultless. But if nothing changes then doesn't that mean it will stagnate and if that's the case then it can't be perfect as perfection has no faults. So what is perfect?" The Mortal boy wondered out loud.
Black couldn't help scowl as he looked off to the side in thought, the dark haired boy's words at the front of his mind. Perfection was something that was faultless, perfect. But if it stays the same then it is as the boy said, it stagnates and then it wouldn't be perfect.
The Zero Mortal Plan, a plan that Black and Zamasu had come up with to create their utopia, a perfect existence, one without Mortals as everything was faultless, perfect. But as Goku Black looked at the street before him, he couldn't help but wonder if this is what the world would have been like should they have succeeded in their goal, sure it wasn't going to be like this but the nature of it would be the same. The street was bland and tasteless, with nothing that stood out. In a way, perfection.
Would this be what I would have been thinking when we completed our goal? Would I have found myself disgusted by how everything looked, nothing standing out as there was no beauty when everything was beautiful The False Saiyan couldn't help but wonder.
"Want some?" The voice of the boy asks, causing Black to turn and see the Mortal holding out a piece of bread to him.
The false Saiyan blinked in surprise at the offer and hesitantly grabbed the piece of bread. Smiling at the dark haired Saiyan, the young boy turned his attention to the plastic bag and dipped his hand in the bag and pulled out another piece of bread, eating it with a smile.
As the dark haired man looked at the bread he narrowed his eyes before turning towards the young boy, placing his hand on the boy's jaw and forcing him to turn towards Black.
"Why should I listen to the simple ramblings of a Mortal? I could kill you here and now and I wouldn't even blink" The False Saiyan growled.
The boy's eyes widened as he shook with fear, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as Goku Black glared down at him.
Scowling at the Mortal Boy, Black's placed his finger against the boy's throat as he prepared to kill him. But that's when he saw it. Underneath the boy's shirt was a scar visible on his skin.
This brought pause to Black, causing him to frown.
Why would a Mortal child bear a scar? Let alone one this timid The dark haired Saiyan wondered as he looked up to see the boy shaking with fear, eyes closed as tears dripped down his face.
"Why do you have a scar, Mortal?" Black demanded.
This causes the dark haired boy to shake further, a silent sob escaping his mouth as he struggles to speak.
"Answer me!" The false Saiyan snapped, causing the boy to let out a small cry of fear.
With a gulp, the small boy answered.
"B-because, U-Uncle Vernon says that f-freaks don't deserve love" The dark haired child stuttered.
Black narrowed his eyes as he wordlessly grasped the bottom of the Mortal Boy's shirt and lifted it up.
What the dark haired man saw shocked him. Underneath the boy's shirt was nothing but skin and bones with scars littered across his body as some criss crossed over each other.
Despicable, Mortals truly are the most disgusting things to torture children and starve them, they are nothing more then a despicable species that must be eradicated The dark haired Saiyan thought with anger.
Lowering the boy's shirt as he noticed the fear in the child's face, his eyes closed as he shook with fear.
That's when he noticed it. The boy had a bag of bread, more than likely to help feed him from what was most certainly severe malnutrition, most likely caused by his relatives.
As Black clenched his fist, he felt something soft in his hand and looked at his hand and blinked in surprise as he saw the piece of bread in his hand.
"Want some?" The boy's voice rang in his head as an image of the Mortal Child offering him a piece of bread came to the forefront of his mind.
The false Saiyan stared down at the now scrunched up bread, his mind in turmoil.
This Mortal, who had been beaten and starved, offered me food when he needed it himself Black thought to himself, confusion evident on his face.
Doubt began to cloud his mind as Goku Black turned towards the young boy, still shaking like a leaf with his eyes closed tightly, tears sliding down his face.
"Open your eyes Mortal" Black states calmly.
The boy hesitantly opened his eyes and looked up at the dark haired man as he looked down at the boy, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Why did you offer your food when you so clearly need it?" The spiky haired man asked, gesturing to the bread in his hand.
The boy gulped as he spoke.
"B-Because I thought you might be hungry. S-since you looked pretty hurt I thought maybe I could help a little" The Mortal child answered, fearful of angering the man before him.
Goku Black found himself looking into the young boy's eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. The more than dark haired man searched for any hints of lies or tricks, the False Saiyan growled in irritation before his eyes narrowed.
Still having doubts on the honesty of the Mortal Boy before him, Black used his Kai abilities and entered the dark haired boy's mind, expecting nothing but lies, manipulation and arrogance.
But there was nothing. What Goku Black saw was what he had been expecting, but it was not the boy before him that was the one manipulating and lying. It was his uncle. Seeing the memories of a fat whale of a man shouting at the Mortal Boy, striking him when the fat man wanted through his own desire to torment someone or to beat the 'freakishness' out of him.
Black found what the young boy before him wanted, desired. Freedom. The freedom to be happy, the freedom to choose his own goals, live his own life.
The dark haired man left the young boy's mind as he looked down at him.
This Mortal child was different from many he had seen. The boy was not arrogant, the boy was not manipulative, the boy was caring to the point when even starving, he would give a stranger his own food.
Perhaps there is still hope for Mortals The dark haired Saiyan thought to himself before straightening his back as he stood confidently.
"Stay here Mortal. I will be back. Don't think about running away because I can and will find you" Black states firmly.
The young boy nodded his head, fear still present in his eyes.
"T-then I will be at the park. Over there" The child says, pointing to what Goku Black assumed was the park.
With a nod from the dark haired man, the young boy made his way towards the park and sat on one of the swings, swinging back and forth to pass the time.
With a satisfied nod, Black turned around and made his way down Privet Drive, his destination, Number 4.
-Break-
Due to looking through some of the Mortal boy's memories, Black was able to learn that the dark haired child had left his home without locking the door, something that the Saiyan took advantage of.
If the situation were different, Goku Black would have blown the home up without hesitation or care, but he had no desire to frighten the Mortal child he had met before and blowing anything up would most certainly cause that and possibly lead to the boy to run away. While locating the child should he run would be easy, it would be an inconvenience to calm the Mortal boy down should Black appear in front of him with the use of Instant Transmission, a technique that Black had learned from fighting Goku.
With the goal of remaining incognito changing the very way he approached the situation, Goku Black opened the front door to Number 4 and entered the home.
Looking around, the false Saiyan scowled as he made his way towards the cupboard under the stairs and opened it and lo and behold, a dirty mattress covered in dried blood with cobwebs atop the cupboard can be seen.
Despite not having doubts about the state of the dark haired boy's treatment, Black wanted to not have any doubts.
Feeling the rage boil within him, Goku Black made his way up the stairs as he made his way towards the Master bedroom, knowing where to go thanks to the child's memories.
Without a moment's hesitation, the godly Saiyan opened the door to see Mortal boy's fate, the whale of an uncle and his giraffe-necked aunt.
Scowling at the duo, the Saiyan walked towards the bed and placed his hand on Vernon's head, causing the man to grumble but remain asleep.
Using his power, Goku Black entered the fat man's mind and recoiled in disgust.
This Mortal before him, Vernon, was what Black had vowed to destroy. The Mortal whale was arrogant beyond measure, jealous and temperamental towards people who had better than him, he was unfaithful to his wife and had sexually harassed and even assaulted women at his work. But the worst thing of all… Is that someone is covering for him. From the memories that Black had seen, an old man wearing ridiculously coloured robes continues to bail Vernon out of any situation the whale of a man finds himself in. All to make sure they keep the Mortal child with them and beat him to near death so that he could be weak.
But why? Why would some stupid old Mortal want a child to be weak? The godly Saiyan couldn't help but wonder.
But that's when it clicked.
The Mortal child was Magical, the memories showed proof of that.
That is what the Mortal child meant when he said that they don't like freaks. He meant that they don't like anyone that did not fit their standards Goku Black thought to himself as he clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the sleeping couple.
With the knowledge of what this Mortal had done, Black raised his hand as a ball of dark ki formed, black in colour with a yellow glow surrounding it.
"Perish you filthy Mortal" Black growled as he fired the ball of Ki.
Both Vernon and Petunia had no time to even comprehend what happened as they disintegrated into nothing along with their bed and floor. Not a sound was heard as they died.
Looking at what remained of where the Mortal couple slept, the dark haired Saiyan grinned darkly as he turned and made his way out of the room.
Exiting the home, Black debated on whether or not to kill the Mortal couple's arrogant child but decided to go back to the dark haired boy before anything happened, the fact that the child wielded Magic and had an old man wanting him to be beaten so badly spelled trouble that Black didn't really want to deal with before he could recover as drops of blood slowly slid down his torso.
As Goku Black passed by the many identical houses, he couldn't help but wonder what to do now. Future Zamasu was dead, most certainly erased by Zeno. The Zero Mortal plan, while still sounding appealing to Black was currently on hold with the possibility of it never starting again as a possibility.
If the dark haired Saiyan were to be honest, the Mortal Child's words were having an impact on him. What the dark haired boy had said was true, there is no beauty if everything is beautiful. If something is faultless and stays the same then it stagnates, thus making it imperfect and thus has a fault.
As Black reached the playground, the Saiyan noticed the young boy staring at the stars with a look of awe.
Blinking in surprise at the amazement in the Mortal boy's eyes, Goku Black slowly walked behind the child, stopping a few feet away with his arms crossed.
"Mortal" Black spoke, causing the child to jump in surprise, turning to face Goku Black, wide eyed.
"Uhm, I-I stayed, s-see" The Mortal child says, showing that he had in fact remained where he had said he would.
A small amused smile made its way onto Black's face before the Saiyan regained his cold, expressionless face.
"Yes, you have. Now that I have completed what I need to do, you have two options" Goku Black states, causing the boy to blink in surprise.
"And w-what that be, s-sir?" The boy stuttered, still scared to be in Black's presence after being threatened by the man.
"The name is Goku Black. You can either call me Goku or Black, either one. But your first option is that you continue on your way, wandering around and find your place on this planet" The dark haired Saiyan states, gaining the young child's attention.
"A-and the other?" The boy asks, curious.
"The second is that you come with me. And you get the option to see more than just this pitiful planet" Goku Black answers.
The child blinked in surprise before looking up at stars in awe.
"You mean that I will get to go to outer space?" The dark haired boy asks in amazement.
Black raised an eyebrow but nodded his head in confirmation.
"Yes" The Saiyan stated and did not even have a second to react as the child practically jumped around in excitement.
"Yes! I would love to go with you!" The boy beamed, surprising Black with his excitement.
"Calm yourself Mortal!" The Saiyan snapped, causing the boy to freeze before nodding his head, looking down at the ground in shame.
"Y-Yes, Mr Goku" The child responded.
Heaving a sigh, Black raised his hand and placed it into his pocket, oulling out a green earring.
"If you wish to come with me then you must put this on your left ear. Do not put it on your right otherwise it will activate the power of the earrings" Goku Black states, holding out the Potara Earring.
As the boy looked up at Black, the dark haired child noted that the Saiyan had an exact replica of the earring on his left ear.
"You have one on your left ear too," The dark haired boy pointed out.
Raising an eyebrow at that, Black nodded his head in confirmation.
"That is right. The earrings are activated when two individuals wear the earrings on opposite ears so unless you want to activate the earrings and permanently change who you are, then I would suggest you put it on your left ear" Goku Black responded dryly.
The child winced but nodded his head, softly grabbing the Potara Earring and placed it on his left ear, blinking in surprise when it clipped on without piercing his ear.
"Good, now hold onto my arm and we shall leave" Black says as he holds up the hand with the Time Ring.
Nodding in understanding, the young boy grabbed the Saiyan's arm and watched in awe as the Time Ring began to glow brightly, soon engulfing the duo in a white light.
As the light begins to fade, where once both child and Saiyan stood, were nowhere to be seen. On this day the fate of the Wizarding World had changed as Hadrian Potter was found by a God from another dimension.
-Time Skip-
Black hummed in thought as he inspected the Time Ring on his finger. It has now been 4 months since he had taken the Mortal child, now known as Hadrian, with him to see the stars.
But as time went on, the false Saiyan noticed as his Time Ring slowly began to become a mix of silver and green, the result of when alternate realities are created.
Interesting, it would seem that the timeline has been altered but not completely as I remain and so does the child Goku Black thought to himself.
Currently on what was considered a paradise planet, Black sat in a nice wooden cabin that he himself created with what little Magic he was capable of using from the echoes of his abilities as a Kai.
One of the things that Goku Black enjoyed about this paradise Planet was that there were no Mortals, only animals and wildlife, a result of the fact that he himself created this world before switching bodies with Goku.
"Here's some tea" A familiar voice says as Black perks up.
Sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony of the cabin, the dark haired Saiyan looked at the table in front of him as Hadrian placed a cup of tea sitting atop a small plate.
The false Saiyan blinked in surprise as he turned to Hadrian with a questioning expression on his face, confusion evident.
The young boy looked down, shuffling shyly.
"Well I saw you looking at one of the tea shops when we were out to get supplies, so I thought maybe you might want some. I used the money you gave me to buy the most expensive tea available" Hadrian answered.
During these past few months, Goku Black found himself doing nothing, drifting around as he searched for a purpose, something that could give him meaning. When taking the young Potter with him, Black had expected at least some complaining or whining from the young Mortal Child but he received nothing. In the beginning Goku Black had to go to other planets to purchase supplies as the false Saiyan didn't know how to hunt and had no need for food, something that the dark haired man found irritating as Hadrian needed food to survive, but that thought changed quickly when Black had returned to the cabin to see it nearly spotless, having been cleaned by Hadrian while he was away.
Slowly as time passed on, Goku Black found himself not minding being around the young child, he was quiet unless spoken to, resourceful when needed, capable of taking care of himself including cooking and cleaning. Overall, the dark haired Saiyan didn't mind doing a few things here and there, such as harvesting gold and minerals located on the vast planet and selling it for Units, the Universal currency to buy supplies for Hadrian. As of recently the Saiyan had taken the Mortal child on his trips to other planets when purchasing supplies while also providing the young boy with a small allowance, a sign of trust that Black admittedly did not think he would ever have given to anyone but himself.
But as the dark haired man sat there, a cup of hot tea before him, Black would admit to finding himself curious as to how the tea would taste while surprised at Hadrian's perceptiveness having spotted the Saiyan staring at one of the tea shops.
And so, picking up the cup of team Black slowly sipped the tea as slowly a small smile formed on the normally emotionless man's face.
"This is quite nice. Thank you" The Godly Saiyan says, nodding to the Mortal child. If this were any other Mortal then Black would admit to himself that he would never have thanked them for making tea, but this Mortal was different.
Hadrian beamed at the man and took a sip of his own tea, letting out a hum of joy as he enjoyed the tea's flavour.
Black couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he held his cup, looking at the beautiful scenery before him.
As the Saiyan relaxed, he couldn't help but remember his time with future Zamasu, sitting in one of the cabins in the middle of nowhere, sipping tea as they took a break from their elimination of all Mortals. And here he was now, enjoying a sense of peace and quiet with a Mortal child.
Things sure can change Black thought to himself, tilting his head to the side to see Hadrian in the corner of his eye.
The past 4 months have been good for the young Potter, with food now available to him, the young Mortal was able to eat healthily as he gained some fat on his body, reducing the amount of bones that could be seen from under his skin. Now that didn't mean that he wasn't still malnourished, he most certainly was but not as severe as he used to be. The clothes that Hadrian once wore was replaced with a form fitting pair of black pants and shirt, courtesy of Black who had used his Ki to create clothes for the Mortal, an easy thing with proper control over the Users energy, the broken glasses the young Potter once wore was replaced by a rectangular framed glasses that sat atop his nose with reinforced glass to avoid any cracks from forming should the young boy take a tumble.
As the time passed and the tea was finished by both Black and Hadrian, the dark haired Saiyan stood up, placing his now empty teacup atop the small plate before turning to Hadrian.
"I shall be back. Take care to not cause any trouble when I am gone" The false Saiyan says, looking down at the young boy.
Nodding his head, Hadrian stood up from his seat as he took Goku Black's cup and plate.
"Is there anything you need me to do while you're away?" The young Potter asks.
"Just clean the teacup and plate. The cabin is clean enough at the moment" The dark haired man states before slowly floating off the ground.
Hadrian nodded his head as he waved his hand at the Saiyan.
"Ok, bye bye" The young Mortal says with a smile as Black's body was engulfed in a dark aura as he shot off into the distance, slowly disappearing across the horizon.
With Hadrian now alone, the young boy looked at his cup and the Saiyan's and smiled.
I'm free of the Dursleys, The tongue Potter thought to himself happily.
-Break-
Standing atop the solid ground of a mountain top, Goku Black took deep breaths as he tightened his muscles, eyes narrowed in concentration.
"Haaa!" The dark haired Saiyan roared as the ground began to shake and his hair rose.
Fwoom
The ground shattered as a dark aura engulfed Black's body, the aura was jagged and fire-like, causing the ground to collapse beneath Black.
Standing straight, Goku Black's hair had changed, once black was now replaced by pink as it glowed, unnaturally spiky as it became longer and more pointed (A.N: Manga Super Saiyan Rose)
"I still maintain the beauty of Super Saiyan Rose. Good. Not wielding such divine power would be insulting" Goku Black spoke to himself, clenching and unclenching his fist as he looked around.
Having survived near death after his battle against Goku, Vegeta and Trunks, Black had received a massive Zenkai Boost, drastically increasing his power.
Thinking about the current situation, Goku Black growled in irritation, with Future Zamasu dead Black had no way of healing should he be injured, risking the chance of death should he not be careful.
Now this didn't mean that the Godly Saiyan had any intention of continuing the Zero Mortal Plan, but the dark haired man did not like the idea of getting into a battle and not having any back up plan.
Seems like I must retrain my ability to heal. I can still feel the echoes of my abilities as a Kai but I never really bothered to do so as I had my alternate self The false Saiyan thought to himself, irritated with the problem he now had to deal with.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Black's aura vanished as he hair fell, regaining its dark colour as he exited Super Saiyan Rose.
Looking at the area around him, Goku Black noted the destruction caused by his transformation as a small crater surrounded him.
As Black floated off the ground, he noted the sun as it began to set across the horizon.
Might as well get back. Don't want the child to get into any trouble The Saiyan thought to himself as he was then surrounded in a black aura as he shot off into the sky.
-Break-
Emerald green eyes slowly began to open as Hadrian let out a small yawn as he sat up from his bed, looking around to find himself in one of the rooms in the cabin.
Pushing the cover of the bed off of him, the young Potter dressed in his normal black clothes, courtesy of Goku Black and made his way downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, Hadrian made himself some bacon and eggs, exiting the home and onto the balcony as he placed his plate onto the table between two chairs, one chair for Hadrian and one for Black, as he began to eat.
Looking at the scenery before him, the young Potter perked up as he saw Goku Black, sitting in the middle of a grass field below the Cabin, in a meditative stance as he floated above the air, eyes closed.
Tilting his head in curiosity, the young boy finished up his food and reentered the house, cleaning up his plate as he left through the front door, walking down a slope as he reached Black.
Without a word, Hadrian moved in front of Black, a fair distance away from the dark haired Saiyan and sat down, waiting patiently for him to acknowledge Hadrian.
As the minutes began to pass, the young Potter laid down on the grass as he stared up at the clouds, watching as the white clouds floated through the air.
This place kind of reminds me of Earth. It is so similar but has its own differences Hadrian thought to himself.
The first and most noticeable differences between Earth and this world was that Earth had 4 seasons, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. This world only had summer, never getting too cold and never getting too hot, perfect temperature.
The second and less noticeable difference between both planets was that Earth took a year to complete an entire circle around the Sun, this world took 2.
Another difference were the creatures that inhabited Earth, on this planet most creatures were peaceful, all herbivores with no aggressive instincts, an odd but not unwelcome difference.
"Yes, Child?" Goku Black asks, causing Hadrian to perk up.
Sitting up from his position, the young Potter smiled as he saw that Black was looking down at him, still floating above the ground with his legs crossed.
"Just saw you down here and wanted to just sit. What are you doing?" Hadrian asks, curious.
Black made a sound of acknowledgement as he closed his eyes.
"I am attempting to remaster my abilities as a Kai. The first and most important ability I am attempting to master is my healing Magic" The dark haired man answered.
The young Potter made a sound of interest but remained silent as Black resumed his meditation.
As Black concentrated on his meditation, he barely noticed the young Child's presence as he laid nearby, staring up at the clouds in a comfortable silence.
If the false Saiyan were to be honest, these moments were quite enjoyable as he didn't find himself wanting to kill the Mortal child as the boy never annoyed him, let alone irritated him.
After what Black could guess was an hour. with how much the sun had moved, the dark haired Saiyan lowered onto the ground as his feet planted themselves onto the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Black closed his eyes as he held out his hands.
Slowly a greenish glow began to surround his arms as Black felt his Magic beginning to slowly awaken.
Upon opening his eyes, the dark haired Saiyan grinned in triumph as the glow slowly dissipated.
I can still use my Healing abilities… To an extent The false Saiyan thought to himself, noticing that in his previous body, the glow would cover his entire body instead of just his arms.
"Wow" A whisper caught Black's attention as he turned to see Hadrian looking at him in awe.
The young boy was now standing up, leaning forward slightly as if to get a better look.
He must have seen me use my Magic and wanted to get a closer look, The dark haired Saiyan thought to himself.
"What was that?" The young boy asks, curious.
Goku Black grunted as he crossed his arms.
"That was my Healing Magic, Mortal. I'm practising my abilities in Healing" Black answered shortly, not wanting to admit that he was attempting to relearn how to use his Magic.
Hadrian's eyes shined with awe as he beamed up at the dark haired man.
"That is cool. It felt incredible" The young Mortal Child whispers, catching Black's attention.
The false Saiyan turned to Hadrian with an odd look on his face.
"What do you mean it felt incredible, Mortal? I didn't use it on you?" Goku Black demanded, narrowing his eyes at the child.
The young Potter blinked in confusion as he tilted his head.
"What do you mean? It felt amazing, like a cool breeze on a hot day" Hadrian answers, confusion evident on his face.
"What nonsense are you speaking!?" Black snapped, though Hadrian did not flinch.
Without a word of response, the young boy closed his eyes and began to concentrate.
As the dark haired Saiyan was about to demand an explanation, he froze as slowly a small green glow covered the boy's pinkie.
While nowhere near as effective as his own, Black noticed the resemblance between his Healing Magic and Hadrian's.
What in Zeno's name is happening? How in the 12 Universes did this Mortal Child be able to learn how to use Healing Magic? Goku Black thought, shocked.
As he looked closer his eyes widened in realisation.
He didn't learn it, he merely sensed how my Magic altered itself for Healing and he replicated it to a scarily accurate degree The false Saiyan thought.
It wasn't long after that the glow vanished as Hadrian opened his eyes, wobbling slightly as he struggled to continue standing.
"I felt the Magic" The young Potter responded before his eyes closed and he fainted, falling forward.
Black eyes widened as he realised the Magic that Hadrian had used took a lot out of him, causing the young boy to run out of energy and faint, as a result falling towards the dark haired Saiyan.
So Goku Black did what any normal person would do… Move to the side.
Thump
Hadrian fell to the ground, unconscious as the warm breeze caused the grass below to sway back and forth.
Looking down at the young Mortal, Black crossed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together in thought.
Just by sensing how my Magic reacted he was able to replicate how it worked. While he may not be anywhere close to being capable of using Healing Magic properly, the fact that he was able to get some sort of result is unnatural. Could this be why that pathetic old Mortal wanted the boy to be abused? Did he know the potential that the child wielded? Black couldn't help but wonder as he looked down at Hadrian's unconscious form.
As the dark haired Saiyan stared down at the young child, he did know one thing. That being around the young Potter will be getting interesting.