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CaskettFan5: Hey ! Thanks for the review. First I would like to say that I also love Castle, and that I'm truly sad that it ended that way. Anyway, to answer your question, older Harry isn't totally sane. But he is still fighting for the good guys, that's what matters... right ? Let's hope that he doesn't go too far at one point in the story ;)

ExBlazE: Hello ! Thanks you for your review. I'm glad you enjoyed my story so far. To answer to what you said, that's totally understandable. But don't worry. The word will come back (as I use it in almost all fights), but not as much as in that chapter. On my google doc, it says that I used the word around a 100 times in the french version, which is more than 20 chapters, and that I already used it around 60 times in the english version. So normally you won't see it as much as you would think (I hope).

Omnipotent.01: Hey ! Thank you for the review, even though I'm not a monster ! About the cliffhanger... don't worry, there are others in the story that are so much worse ;). I won't people won't hate me too much for them. I am playing a lot with the limits between pure evil and anger in this story, because I like to think that no character is truly perfect. i'm happy you were able to point that out :). There will be a trio, kind of, but not exactly the golden one. I really wanted to show that Harry can make himself a lot of friends if he wanted to. Anyway, there wil be a little little little bit of Weasley bashing, but not that much (for now they are still kid). About Dumbledore, let's say that older Harry has a plan. He is quite manipulative, as you'll see. To finish with my answer, don't worry about a redemption arc of the Malfoys. With the last chapter I wrote in french, I think that I didn't really gave him a chance hahaha. But well, you'll have to wait until the translation catch up ;).

chao-hellsing: Thanks for the review ! Yeah, I know and I'm sorry about that (that's false, I'm not sorry, because there are far worse cliffhanger later in the story). Lots of love ! And thank you for reading until now !

Darthdylan: Thanks again for the review. Don't worry, here's the next chapter that will answer some questions I think. I'm happy to know you continue to enjoy my story. Wish you a good day, and a good chapter ! Thnaks again !

JohnMonty: Hey ! That one is shorter ! Let's go hahaha ! Anyway, thanks for the review. I won't go much into details, but older Harry is ready for Dumbledore. Don't worry for that. I'm so happy to see you still enjoy my story. Here's the next chapter ! Wish you the best, and take care !

Cipher301: Thanks for the review. And yes I did. I don't dislike Ginny at all, I am even a little bit sad that their love story wasn't really developped much in the movies and in the books (even though in the books it's not that bad). But I needed to fuel Harry's anger. And that was the best way for me to do it. Good day to you !

11/22/1991, 08H04, London, England:

Harry Potter, now known as Hadrian Potter, opened his eyes, his vision blurry and his mind clouded. Doing so caused him a searing pain, and he reflexively closed them again. He felt disoriented, confused, and a wave of nausea washed over him. His body was sore, the pain similar to the one he felt after receiving Voldemort's Crucio. He tried to get up, but his muscles were weak and he fell back onto the cold, damp floor of the Shrieking Shack.

"Damp? Blood? Ah yes... the ritual... The ritual!"

Slowly, his vision cleared and he began to make out his surroundings. He was lying in the center of the shack, surrounded by the dilapidated wooden walls and cobwebs. Had the explosion he thought he saw before falling asleep just been a dream?

The air was cold and musty, and a strong smell of sweat, mixed with blood, hung in the air. Harry, slowly getting up, tried to remember the previous night.

He remembered the tension in the air, the magical power surrounding him, and the feeling of imminent danger he felt before passing out. He also remembered the searing pain that had shot through him before losing consciousness.

Pushing his hair out of his face, he straightened up with difficulty, grimacing in pain. He felt like he had been repeatedly run over by the Knight Bus. "What time is it?" he muttered into the void.

Taking the time to stretch his sore body, he looked for his wand. He thought, not without reason, that the ritual had gone wrong. However, it seemed that once again, he had escaped death.

"Ah! There you are!". After a few minutes of searching, he found it under the bed. He crouched down, grimacing this time from the cobwebs that clung to his hands, and grabbed it.

Stepping back, he decided to take stock of the situation, and more importantly of his condition. Physically? He felt alive enough. He was in pain, but considering the end of the last ritual and the duration of these, it was consistent. A pain reliever would fix the problem in an instant. Mentally? His barriers had relaxed a bit, no doubt due to the unforeseen events of the previous night, but that was easily fixed.

Now, the point that worried him most... Magically. He focused on his core and found that... the ritual had succeeded! He could feel the immense magical core he had sculpted. It shone with a strange black light, illuminating his soul like the Sun for our solar system.

Holding his wand, he tried casting a weak disarming spell on the wall in front of him.

*BOOM*. The wall had been completely torn from the shack, exposing his still naked body to the fresh outside air. He immediately cast a repair spell which not only repaired the wall, but also repaired the entire room, making it look like the bedroom of a noble Lord.

"Well, I guess doubling the size of my core using dragon blood based magic can have this effect..." he thought, surprised by his own power.

This new power would ultimately be a blessing. However, for now and until he relearned to properly control his magic, it would be a problem.

This is what had made him the unstoppable wizard he had always been: his control. He was in synergy with his magic, able to cast and master spells as if he already knew them before even learning their existence. Without even thinking, he knew how much magic to put into each spell to make it effective.

However, now that his reserves had doubled, he would have to start from scratch. "Meh... it shouldn't take too long. I guess it'll give me something extra to do for the next three weeks."

Confident in his thoughts, he grabbed the clothes he had prepared the day before and which seemed to have survived the rituals. As he slipped the long jacket over his sweater, he noticed a shocking detail.

He had never reopened his eyes. How had he been seeing all this time?

Suddenly, he understood. "The magic sight and sixth sense ritual!". Indeed, the two powers coupled allowed him to feel the magic in his environment and to see it, even through his closed eyelids. He conjured a mirror, which, although it was supposed to be pocket-sized, was the size of the bed, and steadied it in front of him.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, waves of information assailed him. Every material, every particle of magic, every spell cast in a wide radius around him made its way into his head.

The ritual had worked. The use of dragon blood had ensured that.

However, not having yet fully taken control of his core, the magic had begun to leak out of his body in waves. Harry, unaware of what was happening, had unconsciously begun to direct it towards his eyes.

And now, he found himself in this situation. His previously green eyes were now pure white, and when he concentrated, they shone like two beacons in the middle of the night ocean.

Despite the advantage this gave him, the pain he felt keeping them open was monstrous. His eyes didn't hurt, no. What hurt was the inhuman amount of information that was entering his mind every second.

He was grateful to be an accomplished occlumens. Otherwise, he knew his head would have exploded on the spot. That's why, even though it took him several tries, he conjured a headband that he immediately placed on his head to cover his eyes.

Once the headband was properly on, he looked in the mirror again. Indeed, his sight was still working, indicating that his previous theory must therefore be true. The man in front of him was so different from the young Harry Potter he had been.

The skinny little boy with green eyes was now a tall, strong man. His eyes, hidden under a headband, were pure white. Their beauty was unmatched, and they would illuminate anyone who dared to look at them. His jet-black hair, tied up in combat mode, fell over his face. It was a little longer than when he arrived, and had started to wave. For a moment, he smiled, thinking that his hair was a mix of his father's, for the color, and his godfather's, for the shape.

Half of his face, which, although he was a soldier, recalled his noble ancestry, was now hidden behind the black headband.

"Finally... I'm back at full power... No, I'm even stronger than before!" he thought, smiling wickedly at his reflection. "Magic world, prepare yourselves, because Hadrian Potter is coming!"

11/22/1991, 09H12, London, England:

Harry apparated back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron to drop off his belongings. He would have a lot of work to do in the coming days, but he first wanted to test the limits of his power. He rummaged through his bag to find his combat gear. He quickly put it on, put away the rest of his belongings, and began to check his equipment.

"Knives, needles, revolver, potion stash and wand... check," he muttered, checking the various compartments of his outfit. He was ready. Today marked his rebirth, but he needed to know his limits.

His goal was to cast the most powerful spells he knew to see the extent of the damage he could do over time. However, he didn't want to hurt anyone... for now. He took the time to think about how far he could go. A relatively empty place... "Meh, the Scottish countryside will do," he thought before apparating with a loud Crack.

11/22/1991, 09H20, Countryside, Scotland:

A tall man with his eyes covered appeared in the middle of an empty plain. He took the time, using his new powers, to search for the presence of other living beings that could potentially be around him. His hidden eyes scanned the rainy area like a hawk in search of food.

Once he was sure that no one else was present in the vicinity, he drew his wand from his hip with one hand and lowered his headband with the other. Millions of pieces of information about his surroundings flooded his mind as he began to compress his magical core, causing the temperature to plummet and breaking the raindrops that fell on him.

The wind howled around Hadrian Potter, whipping his hair and clothes like flags in a storm. Alone, in this rain-swept wasteland, he raised his wand, pushing his body and magic to their limits.

An incandescent aura emanated from his being, vibrating with raw, inhuman energy. His white eyes glowed with an electric light, while purple lightning crackled around his hands. With a fluid motion, he sent a wave of energy that tore through the air and earth around him, reducing and transforming the surroundings into an infernal storm.

A low roar escaped his throat, a mixture of anger and exhilaration. His new power was monstrous, he could feel it. If he wanted to, he could destroy mountains or unleash apocalyptic storms. But he had not yet explored all the nuances, all the subtleties.

He focused his mind on a massive rock a little further away, slowly lifting it from the ground. The stone trembled and cracked, groaning under the invisible weight of his will. Harry twirled it in the air, throwing it across the sky like a cannonball. The ground trembled beneath his feet, shaken by the shockwaves of his power. He crushed his core even further. The rain evaporated instantly around him, creating a bubble of burning steam.

Harry gritted his teeth, fighting against the pain that shot through his muscles. If his new magic was overpowering, his body was not yet used to it.

Suddenly, he let go. The rock crashed to the ground with a deafening crash, pulverizing the ground into a spider's web of cracks.

Clapping his wand again, he began to spin around while moving his wand like a conductor. His aura was now unbearable. It tore apart the laws of physics. It's almost as if he was no longer human.

A black flame began to emerge from his wand. It was a spell he had created with Hery in the future, but which he had never managed to use in combat due to the amount of magic the spell consumed.

Amidst the storm of lightning that surrounded him, a torrent of black flames stood out. At first a simple flame, it quickly transformed into a hurricane the size of a building.

He continued for a few minutes, adding new spells to the monstrous hell he had created. Then, suddenly, he gathered all the magic accumulated around him in his hands, effectively sucking in the terrifying hurricane.

Combining the power that remained in his core, he sucked in as much magic as possible before releasing it all with an animalistic howl.

The world around him disappeared. The air split open, the earth obliterated. Yet he did not lose consciousness. It lasted a few seconds. When he regained his sight, he was shocked.

Everything was destroyed. The ground beneath his feet was nothing more than a massive crater, the sky, once dark, was now a white similar to his eyes. Nothing was left.

And yet, despite all this, he still had a little bit of magic left. Deciding to empty his core to see its limits, he closed his eyes and used his time magic. He focused on the perimeter around him and began to twirl his wand counterclockwise. Everything around him rewound, as if the world was going back in time. The earth repaired itself, the clouds returned to the sky, allowing him to feel the gentle drizzle in his hair, and the few rocks that were present reformed.

Once everything was back to normal, he nodded his head in satisfaction. He put his headband back on and stretched. His body ached, but he knew he had no injuries. The pain was similar to that caused by muscle soreness after a good workout.

He also had a slight headache. But, unlike when he woke up, the pain was no longer as severe. "Well... that's not so bad," he chuckled.

Once he was sure there were no more signs of his presence, he Disapparated. "A good shower is in order," he thought to himself.

11/22/1991, 12H34, London, England:

When Harry got out of the shower, Hecate, who seemed to have enjoyed her stay at Hogwarts, was waiting for him perched on her perch. She held in her beak a letter that Harry assumed was the reply from his younger self. He thanked the animal with a pat on the head, gave him a piece of bacon left over from his meal, and opened the letter.

When he had unfolded it completely, he took a deep breath and began to read. He immediately recognized the handwriting. It was his own at the time. It must be said that at first, he had a lot of trouble writing with a quill.

Dear Hadrian,

I have received your letter and I am still in shock from what you just told me. Another Potter? A tutor? An ancestral manor? It's so crazy that I have trouble believing it. But at the same time, a part of me is so happy.

You can't imagine how lonely I've felt all these years. I've always felt like I didn't belong, that I was different from the others. And now you're telling me that not only am I not alone, but I also have family left? It's incredible.

The idea of coming to live with you appeals to me very much. I really want to discover who I really am, to learn more about my family and my powers. Even if I know you probably don't have much information about my parents, I would be very happy to learn more about the Potters in general. Plus, the idea of living in a mansion is so exciting! I know Professor Dumbledore won't be happy for me to leave, but I don't care.

To be honest with you, I've learned that he's been making several trips to the Ministry of Magic lately. He even called me to his office to remind me that no matter what happens, I should stay with my Muggle family. When I received your letter, my suspicions were confirmed. I'm almost sure it was him who left me with them. And if he really cared about me, he wouldn't have put me through all that!

I can't wait to meet you and talk about all this. I think we have a lot to say to each other. I'll send my reply with Hecate. I can't wait to read it!

Eagerly,

Harry Potter

P.S.: I'm so sorry for what happened to the rest of the family in America. I understand your pain.

P.P.S.: I asked my friend Hermione to proofread the letter to make sure there weren't too many mistakes. I hope you don't mind (don't worry, she promised me not to tell anyone about it yet).

Harry folded the letter and put it away in the small desk. He had expected this response, but that didn't stop him from being disappointed. Never, in any world, would a normal child have agreed to go live with a stranger without knowing anything about him overnight.

"Still, it was a hell of a coincidence. If Harry and Hermione had been closer, she would have done everything in her power to prevent him from doing something so insane. On top of that, Dumbledore's opposition to Harry leaving the Dursleys made him question the man's sincerity. For now, everything is going smoothly," he thought with satisfaction.

He quickly wrote a letter to let his younger self know that he would see him on the platform. "Here you go, girl. You don't have to take it right away. Rest a bit if you want," he said to the owl, handing it the piece of paper.

The owl hooted pleasantly in thanks as Harry took a second parchment from the desk. He had stocked up on them.

It had been since he arrived that he had been putting off doing this. Two very important things that he didn't want to do before he was healed. First, he would have to think about how he had traveled through time, and then make a list of what to do now that he was here.

Closing his eyes, which didn't change much since he could still see the ambient magic through his eyelids and headband, he tried to remember the spell that changed everything.

His last action, before being transported, was to charge his time reversal spell. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that the spell must have been the cause of the journey. One moment he concentrates time magic, and the next he travels back in time. Even Ron could have made the connection, which says a lot.

In his last moments, he was in a pitiful state. He was forcing his almost destroyed core to gather all its magic, before imploding it. "That's why I woke up in this state... and it's probably also why I lost control of my spell before everything went to hell," he pondered.

Indeed, his will was to reverse the damage caused throughout the city. Thus, if such an amount of magical power, whose purpose was to affect an entire city, was localized on a single being... Then it would be logical that he could travel.

Theoretically, this means that he has found out how to travel through time. But this technique had many flaws. First, with the modifications he had undertaken since his return to the past, the world should have already imploded. Indeed, two Harry's existed at the same time. Moreover, Harry had already changed the timeline.

Harry then deduces one thing. If we believe in the theory of parallel worlds, then he unintentionally created one by changing the timeline. Thus, he is no longer Harry James Potter, but Hadrian Potter the American. He deeply thanked his years working with the Aurors there, and then his work with the DWT squad which had allowed him to forge a new accent. Otherwise, he would have been caught as soon as he entered Gringotts.

The other possibility was that he had really traveled through time in his own timeline. So, the future he comes from would have been destroyed, and every action he took would forge a new future.

He continued to weigh the two possibilities before finally sighing. In reality, he didn't care. He existed. He could change things. That was all that mattered to him.

As for his new time travel technique, he would avoid using it on himself again. First, because it requires phenomenal amounts of magic, but also because he cannot control how far back to travel. It had to be admitted that it was only by chance that he had found himself in 1991. Or fate. He could have been sent to 1282, or 2006, and so on...

After accepting what had happened to him, he moved on to the second step of what he wanted to do: define his plans. He grabbed his quill and began to write:

- Train to relearn how to control my magic

- Find allies (from all factions if possible in order to have eyes everywhere)

- Find a regent to avoid attending all the Wizengamot meetings (Greengrass of the neutral faction could be an asset).

The oldest daughter of the man had become a close friend of Harry's at the time. Moreover, he remembered the changes he had observed in Draco Malfoy after his relationship with the youngest of the sisters. The man was still an irritable bastard, but he was far from being as arrogant and unpleasant as he was when he was young. If the girls had turned out so well, despite the threat of Voldemort hanging over them, then he owed it to their father to give him a chance.

- Wait for the diary (Harry's second year), then cast the soul gathering spell.

- Retrieve the stone on the Gaunt ring and keep it for Harry

He didn't need the power of the relics. His own power was more than enough for him. But, knowing that his younger self would already have one of them by Christmas, maybe it would be better to keep the others for him. Well, he knew he wouldn't have Albus' wand any time soon, but he could dream... couldn't he?

- Finish repairing the manor

- Meet Dumbledore and try to make him an ally. Otherwise, kill him.

- Deal with the Basilisk. Will have to wait for Harry to reveal himself as a Parselmouth. Can use magical sight as an excuse to find the chamber.

- Free Sirius after catching Pettigrew.

- Let Voldy reform his body, then kill him.

- Find a legal position within the Ministry to eliminate the Death Eaters. Otherwise, have them die by "accident".

- Deal with Fudge and the other pink bitch.

- Deal with the Death Eaters in Azkaban

"Well, for what I can do in Britain for now, that should be good. Now, on a larger scale."

- Hunt down Siena, Alexei, Sethom, and all the future Dark Lords.

- Deal with Greyback's pack, and see if I can get rid of the giants.

- Think about what to do with the former DWT members

- End the magical war in Mexico.

In fact, this last element should be done as a priority according to Harry. It would allow him to have the credibility to apply as a kind of "Super Soldier" to the ICW, but in addition it would avoid the creation of one of the worst men Harry had fought at the time.

He was still an Auror. Following a series of murders, he had tracked down to Mexico. The colossal army he had faced there had taken him by surprise. It was only after hours of interrogation with the killer that he learned that a war had started in early 1990 between the government and all the dark wizards in the country. The government had been mercilessly crushed, and since then the country had served as a nightmare pen.

He absolutely had to prevent that.

Taking the time to reflect, he decided to stop there for the moment. What he had written on his "for the world" list was rather short, but he lacked a lot of information.

He had fought after the 2000s, so what was happening before that time in the four corners of the world was a mystery to him.

"Well, well that's a good beginning. Let's start with... Albus. I'm coming, Grandpa!"

11/22/1991, 17H41, Hogwarts, Scotland:

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat at his desk, worried and thoughtful. He thought of the young man who would one day save the wizarding world again, as well as the elusive Hadrian Potter who had appeared out of nowhere.

He regretted every second young Harry had had to spend with the Dursleys. But he knew it was the only way. Blood protections were the only impenetrable protections. The Fidelius charm was not sure, Harry's young parents had paid the price. Even Hogwarts, as secure as it was, did not prevent Voldemort from entering, as he could see this year. And if anything happened to Harry... then...

Suddenly, he felt the castle's protections tremble. A man, no, a beast, had been detected by the protections. The thing was waiting outside the entrance without moving.

He grabbed his wand and Apparated immediately, hoping that the newcomer would not be a danger to the school.

"With a magical power of this level, it could be very dangerous," he thought with concern.

He appeared abruptly in the courtyard and saw a man in front of him.

The man was tall. His dark hair seemed medium-length and was tied back. Judging by the features of the latter's face, he appeared to be in his thirties.

That was not what worried the old headmaster. What frightened him was, first of all, the strange headband that hid the wizard's eyes. Albus knew that magic could heal blindness, so either the man in front of him was voluntarily blind... or he possessed a very, very advanced magical sight. In addition, the aura and magic he detected in the man resembled a bottomless well. Even Voldemort had not projected such a strong aura during their last encounter.

"Hello Mr. Dumbledore. My name is Hadrian Potter, but you can call me Hadrian. I read your work on the twelve dragon's blood. Being a dragon fan myself, I must admit that your work is fabulous," Hadrian lied. Oh, Dumbledore's work was fascinating, that was true. But he was still lying about his passion for dragons.

"I would like to discuss with you if possible. It seems that you were the young Harry's former magical guardian, and, to save you a lot of worry, I thought I would meet you in person. I think if we could avoid taking this to the Ministry, we would both save a lot of time."

The director widened his eyes in surprise. The elusive man. The man who had appeared out of nowhere, and whose origin he was looking for every day had presented himself to him.

"Oh, in that case Hadrian call me Albus. I'm inclined to agree with you. Follow me, we'll go to my office," he replied, offering a smile to the young man.

Albus had to admit that he felt no threat from the man in front of him. Of course, he did not doubt that if he tried to attack him, the man would retaliate with a power he would probably not understand. But, it would seem that they could have a peaceful discussion.

Maybe he could convince the man that Harry should return to the Dursleys... for the greater good.

11/22/1991, 17H43, Hogwarts, Scotland:

Dumbledore watched Hadrian carefully scan his office. Well, his eyes being hidden, that's what he assumed. His own piercing blue eyes, hidden behind his half-moon glasses, analyzed every movement, every expression. "Hogwarts is a magnificent place, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked in a soft and composed voice.

Hadrian smiled. "I admit that the magic that emanates from your school is soothing. It's rare to see magical places like it."

A silence fell, Dumbledore letting Hadrian continue his observations. The old man savored the presence of this newcomer, intrigued by his aura of power and mystery. Hadrian spoke again, his calm and composed voice contrasting with the ardor of his story.

He introduced himself as the new Lord Potter, a descendant of the American branch of the family, and explained how he had found himself in charge of young Harry after the disappearance of his parents.

His tone of voice was refined and calm. He seemed completely different from the tactless and ruthless warrior of his time. He had decided that to talk to Albus, this would be the best solution.

After making up his story at Gringotts, he had decided to inquire about the presence of Potter in America. To his surprise, he had found some. He had found a Squib. The only two other Potters present there were the parents of that kid. Sadly, the two had disappeared recently. For Hadrian, as cruel as it may be, this was very good news. His story fit almost perfectly with that of the American Potters, and no one could disprove it.

Dumbledore listened attentively, nodding from time to time. He had no way of knowing if the man in front of him was sincere. With his hidden eyes, passive Legilimency was just a distant dream. Moreover, with the man's magical power, he knew that the very idea was totally unrealistic and would be causing him a lot of trouble. Despite everything, times were troubled, and he could not afford to trust blindly.

"I understand your situation, Hadrian," he said in a grave voice. "The goblins do not entrust the responsibility of a family lightly. You must be a very powerful wizard to have won their trust." A flicker of amusement appeared on Hadrian's face. "Perhaps," he replied enigmatically. "In any case, I learned that you were Harry's previous magical guardian. Did he grow up with you?"

Dumbledore sighed, a cloud of sadness darkening his face. "No, Harry was entrusted to his Muggle family after the death of his parents. I wanted to protect him, but with my many responsibilities, I couldn't give him the home he needed." Hadrian nodded, appreciating the unusual honesty and understanding the pain and regret in Dumbledore's voice.

Hadrian, thanks to magic, could see that the headmaster was telling the truth and that he sincerely regretted the suffering Harry had had to endure. Nevertheless, according to him, that did not change the fact that the man had made a mistake in abandoning him to the Dursleys. And even if he, after thirty long years of existence, had managed to leave most of this anger behind him, he knew that young Harry would have a harder time doing so.

"I guess his life with his Muggle family hasn't been very peaceful," Hadrian falsely assumed in a soft voice. "Well, let's get to the subject that brings me here today. I want to offer Harry a stable and loving home, away from the dangers of the wizarding world. I'm... rather skilled magically. I do not wish to appear arrogant, but I doubt I can be defeated without at least taking my enemies with me," Hadrian declared, letting out a chuckle.

He knew perfectly well that in England, with Voldemort out of the picture, he was almost invincible. Dumbledore, for his part, stared at Hadrian for a long moment, his piercing blue eyes searching his soul. He sensed the sincerity in the young man's words, and a flicker of hope ignited in his heart. "Tell me what you want for young Harry," Hadrian asked calmly.

Albus was temporarily destabilized by the tone of the request. The way the man in front of him spoke strangely resembled... Gellert. His old lover.

This radiant posture of confidence, this powerful magical sight, this infinite power, his peaceful voice that one automatically wanted to trust. For a moment, he felt his defenses weaken a little, and let go, unaware that Hadrian was skillfully manipulating the ambient magic to soothe the headmaster.

"Maybe you're right, and Harry needs a new home. But know that I will never leave him in danger. The young boy deserves to be happy, and the entire wizarding world is counting on him. Even if you are far away, you are still family. Do you think blood barriers would work if I transferred them to you?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

This, for him, would cement his opinion of the young sorcerer before him. Blood spells were relatively taboo in the wizarding world. If Hadrian was willing to put himself in danger by giving his blood to establish the barriers, for now at the Dursleys, then maybe he could trust him.

Hadrian smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. "I understand, Albus," he said. "And I promise you Harry will be safe with me. I don't know if the barriers will work, but I'm willing to try."

Hadrian was lying. He knew full well that the blood barriers would work perfectly. After all, he was also Harry Potter. There could not be a closer blood relative.

Their conversation continued late into the night, the two men discussing Harry's fate and the future of the wizarding world. A bond of trust and respect was formed between them, sealing the beginning of an alliance that took Hadrian himself by surprise. After all, for him, who was used to a mysterious Dumbledore, seeing the man talking to him as an equal was a real surprise.

"Well, maybe having a man whose power is similar to his can help... or maybe it's because I'm destroying his mental defenses with my magic... Yeah, that might be it too," Hadrian thought.

The two men had changed the world, each possessing extraordinary power. If Harry's plan succeeded, then who could stand against them?