Disclaimer: I'm not a british woman, so I'm not JK Rowling. She's the one that owns Harry Potter, not me.
Darthdylan: Hello ! Good to know you liked the way I dealed with Dumbledore for now. I totally agree with your point of view. As i see things, he lived for so long that he started to see things from a bigger point of view. Sadly, doing so, he neglected a lot of things that weren't important for the "greater good". I don't see him as evil, just too old for everything people ask him to do. Happy to know the fanfic doesn't feel too off. I got some people telling me that I made a lot of mistakes and shit, but... Well, I mean it's not like I can do much about it for now. Maybe once it's finished, I might re-read it to try and correct them. Until then... Anyway, thank you for your support. I really want Umbitch, as people like to call her, to suffer, but I want to do something special for her. So you'll need to wait a little bit (but don't worry, she will get what she deserves). Thanks a lot for your kind message, lots of love, and good day to you !
CaskettFan5: Hey ! Happy to know you didn't see it coming. Older Harry is good at that, having to interrogate many many many people before. However, even he, in this case, didn't knew how strong he really was in that domain since he forged his new core. So it's a mix of luck, really strong magic and sweet talk. Adding that to the fact that the Dumbledore in this story is not evil, he didn't really had much reasons to make Hadrian an enemy (also he saw how strong was the man). But yeah, as I said, the more I'm translating my story, the more I'm seeing how manipulative I made older Harry. And I think I love it hahaha. Anyway, good vibes to you ! Thanks for the review !
JohnMonty: Hey ! Glad to know you liked the chapter. Hadrian is indeed trying to change the old man point of view on things, being the only one that has the magic power to do so. I mean, as people told me, he could juste kill him, then kill Voldemort, then kill everyone. But what's the fun in that ? If I killed everyone chapter one, there wouldn't be a story, would it ? So I'm really happy you liked Hadrian creating a small breach in Albus defenses. About Harry... well you'll see soon enough. Let's just say that I agree with you on the fact that he needs more friends. And I totally agree with you on the fact that if I would be in a magic world, I would be exactly like Granger, learning everything I can. Anyway, thanks for the review !
Ancientfellow: Hey, I'm glad reading the chapters made you change your point of view a little. To answer your question, yes, I put a lot of magical beings that are very strong but that's kind the point of the story you know ? I could have went with a classic 1v1 between older Harry and Voldemort, but I wanted to do something else. So I can totally understand that it might not be to your liking, but that's the aspect of the story that I like the most, because it allows me to do pretty much anything. I don't want to be stuck with only our dear Tom. About Muggle objects not working around magic... I know. But i liked the idea of a special force coming from above in a helicopter more than with brooms you know. I won't use that aspect that much, but I can't say you won't see more of it one day. And for the gun, the only character with one for now in my story is older Harry. And you'll see that he will use it. Not that much, as he is still a wizard before everything else. But he'll use it. He is not weak, far from that actually. But he is constantly fighting against powerhouses, so he might look like it. But don't be fooled. He could win against a basic wizard only by blinking. Anyway, I hope it didn't came out too harsh, but for the story to be good as a whole, I need to write some parts that might be more annoying, or less epic, because if I didn't, those "epic parts" would become what's normal, and it would be progressively harder to write the fanfiction. Well, apart from that, thanks for your review, good vibes to you ! And good chapter !
scyfly: Well, if you really hate the story and the way it goes that much, don't bother reviewing. That's utterly useless. Anyway, take care and good vibes to you ! Hope you'll find something else that fits your needs !
LifeIsAGreatAdventure: Hey ! Thanks a lot, that's kind ! I understand, and I hope you'll find another story that you will like. I don't know if this is a Super Harry story, as older Harry is very powerful, but not perfect and will make it mistakes. But well, if you decided to drop the story, then I won't bother explaining that. Take care of yourself, lots of love !
David430: Hello ! I mean... to each his opinion. If you find it lame, I'm mean that's okay, but that's not my point of view. And he'll use those eyes a lot in the story. Anyway about him having his eyes closed for one minute, again if you read correctly, then the problem would have been solved. He can see even though his eyes are closed. So from his point of view, he was like "I can see, my eyes are opened". Anyyyyyway, good vibes to you, hope you are doing well in life ! Thanks for sharing your opinion. Good day !
Seeing once more little Harry at the beginning, just after writing a chapter with him in french 100K words later is so funny. For those who thinks he looks like a lost little kid, that's the point. He will grow, don't worry. But remember, he is still a kid. Lots of love on you all, and have a wonderful day !
12/17/1991, 19H21, Potter Manor, England:
The weeks following Hadrian's discussion with Dumbledore were very eventful for the young man. He had exchanged several times with the old headmaster, to test the waters. Apparently, he had managed to gain his trust.
Of course, the whole process had been the opposite of what Hadrian considered a piece a cake. In order to succeed in strengthening their alliance as well as the man's trust in him, he had to have the blood wards transferred to Potter Manor. This, in itself, did not bother him, even though he believed that his strength was more than enough to dissuade any potential intruder. The more disturbing part was the magical vow he had to proclaim.
The older man had made him take a vow that said that he "should always act in the best interests of Harry James Potter". This could have been dangerous, as he might one day have to leave Harry behind to go fight all over the world. This action not being solely in the younger Potter's interest, the vow could cause him a lot of trouble.
However, he had found a loophole in the vow. When he pronounced it, he did not focus on Harry Potter, the eleven-year-old boy, but on himself. After all, he was also Harry Potter. And he would always act in his own interest, or at least to achieve something he wanted.
Once the wards were in place and the vow was made, the old man began to trust him a little more. It was undeniably still far from being considered part of Dumbledore's inner circle. The man always kept his cards close to his chest, and had not revealed anything to him about the prophecy or the horcruxes. Not that Hadrian minded in the least. After all, he already knew about it.
However, what made the new Potter happy was that he was removed from the "potential dangers" box.
Thanks to this, with an alliance with Dumbledore and a business partnership with the Goblins, his establishment in Great Britain was finalized.
He would have to keep feeding Dumbledore's confidence, but for now, until he had to alienate the man, he would be safe.. And if all went according to his plan, the day the old man turned against him, he would have many allies who would be there to support him. Maybe, if he does things correctly, won't even have to go against him. Incredible, isn't it ?
Sitting comfortably in the red velvet chair of his new office in the manor, he took out the list he had previously written and methodically crossed out what he had done so far.
- Finish repairing the manor
- Meet Dumbledore and try to make him an ally. Otherwise, kill him.
- Train to relearn how to control my magic
Indeed, once he had finished repairing the manor, he bought some elves and moved his belongings into his new home. He himself had to admit that the size of the ancestral home had shocked him. He had been used to living in relatively small places, whether it was at the Dursleys', then in his dorm at Hogwarts, then in a room in his office at the Ministry after Ginny's death. So, suddenly finding himself in an immense building that exuded wealth and power took him by surprise.
He had never restored it in his time, the Potter homes having more than likely been confiscated after his adventures in Bellatrix's vault. But as he looked at his office, he had to admit that it would have been a good idea to have it back then. Maybe his family could have been saved if they had lived there after all...
Shaking his head, he let his gaze sweep over the room again. It was bathed in a soft, subdued light, filtered by the thick velvet curtains that adorned the windows. The floor was covered in a Persian rug with intricate and shimmering patterns, and the walls were decorated with portraits of ancestors with stern gazes. In the center of the room, a massive mahogany desk stood majestically. Piles of books and parchments were heaped on it, alongside crystal inkwells and goose feathers.
A worn leather armchair, surmounted by a crest in the Potter colors, seemed to invite reflection. Hadrian had to admit that he was fascinated by the solemn atmosphere that emanated from this place. He could feel the weight of his family's history and traditions on his shoulders.
A feeling of admiration mixed with apprehension had washed over him when he first saw the room. It made him imagine the generations of wizards who had sat at this desk before him.
His gaze fell on an object placed on the desk. A small silver frame containing a photo of Lily and James Potter, his parents. Their smiling faces brought him back to reality and reminded him of his mission. He was here to fulfill their will and protect their son. Well, the one from this time.
Hadrian took a deep breath and refocused, cursing himself for letting his mind wander. It had been happening more and more, lately. Was it nostalgia? Old age? He had no idea. He easily got lost in everything he saw. Maybe it was because instead of just looking at objects through his headband, he was seeing the magic itself. Well, that was just one possibility among many others.
The first week after his discussion at Hogwarts had been entirely devoted to training. He had taken advantage of the Shrieking Shack, then the manor's cellar, which he had converted into a training room, to test his control. The first two days had been disastrous, the power of his spells far exceeding what he had wanted them to be. However, after many mistakes and a multitude of diverse and varied experiments, he had managed to understand what his problem was.
His problem was that he didn't understand why his spells weren't working anymore when he was casting them with the same force as before. But that was precisely the problem. The strength of his magic had increased, along with the amount he could store in his core. Therefore, if he wanted to regain his control, he would have to lower the amount of magic he injected into his spells.
Once he understood that, he spent the rest of the week testing all the spells in his memory, using his occlumency to find every single one of them. Fortunately for him, after experimenting with a myriad of different spells, he had managed to get the hang of it. Thanks to that, he now had full control over all the spells he could use in the past.
The only spell he hadn't been able to test was the mind-reading spell, "Legilimens". For that, he would need a subject, preferably an enemy. He didn't want to risk tearing apart the mental environment of an ally or little Harry.
Shaking his head at the crazy idea, he thought back to his first encounter with one of the major forces of the Wizengamot, and one of the pillars of the light faction: Augusta Longbottom.
# Flashback #
11/29/1991, 10H30, Longbottom Manor, Scotland:
Dusting off his outfit with a wandless spell, Hadrian stepped out of the fireplace, a confident smile on his face. He had exchanged letters with the Longbottom matriarch during his week of training to introduce himself and suggest reforming the alliance between their families.
He had a bit of difficulty at first finding the right words to convince the older woman, being unknown in the wizarding world for the moment. Fortunately, he had managed to arrange an interview. He hoped he could persuade the woman to be on his side.
"The great Lord Potter has arrived! Please follow Tippy, great Lord Potter. Tippy will take you to the mistress," said a well-dressed elf who appeared before him.
Hadrian, through his headband, had seen the fluctuation of magic in the wards that had indicated his presence. The power granted to him by this sight was truly terrifying.
He nodded and followed the elf into what he assumed was the manor's living room. He immediately found the magical signature of his old friend Neville's grandmother. She was peacefully sitting in an armchair in front of a small table. He approached, still following the elf. The older woman rose and held out her hand, looking at his face. If she was surprised by his hidden eyes, she didn't show it outwardly.
Hadrian took the outstretched hand, showing that he could see well what was happening around them and obediently kissed the back of the hand that was offered to him.
The matriarch nodded, satisfied with the younger Lord's manners, and offered him the seat across from her. She offered him a cup of tea, which he accepted, and dismissed Tippy.
They discussed a few topics around politics, young Harry and magic while waiting for the elf to return. When she arrived and placed the tea in front of Hadrian, he leaned forward in his seat. His tone suddenly changed, indicating to the older woman that an important topic was about to be raised.
"Lady Longbottom, let's get to the main subject, please," he commanded, releasing his aura and compressing his core. He made sure to focus his hidden gaze behind his headband on the woman. He saw her eyes widen in fear at the power of the man in front of her. When she seemed to calm down, he spoke again.
"I am here to reform the alliance between our two houses. I've checked with the goblins which houses were associated with the Potters, and one of the most important was yours, Lady Longbottom."
"Indeed, my son, his wife and your family were good allies in the past," she admitted, lowering her gaze. "However, following the attacks on our respective families, we lost contact with young Harry. I have asked my grandson, young Neville, to start a discussion with the Potter heir at Hogwarts, but I doubt he did unfortunately."
"I see. I arrived here, in England, a short time ago, so the information I have is limited. Nevertheless, I would like, if possible, for the alliance between our two houses to continue. Would you be opposed to that?" Hadrian asked.
"I don't know you, Lord Potter," she suddenly said, squinting her eyes. "I agreed to the alliance back then because Charlus was a good friend of mine. What are your goals?"
"My goals?" Hadrian repeated, leaning back in his seat. "I have many. But if I wanted to summarize, I would say to rid the world of the Dark Lords in order to prevent what happened to our families from happening again. And then... on a more personal note... I have my family to avenge," he growled, letting some of the anger he kept buried resurface.
Shortly after his confession, he felt a wave of soothing magic penetrate him. He lowered his head to see that the woman in front of him had cast a wandless encouragement spell. "She's a powerful woman. It's no surprise she's survived all these wars without a scratch," he thought, giving the woman a grateful smile.
The stern look on Lady Longbottom's face receded slightly as she spoke again. "I believe you, Lord Potter. Call me Augusta. I'll be honest with you, I'm all for this alliance. The expression on your face is enough for me to know you're telling me the truth. However, for the sake of the eventual alliance, I need to learn more about you. In return, I won't hesitate to answer your questions about current magical Britain. Does that sound fair?"
Hadrian pretended to think for a moment before accepting the proposal. The two then engaged in a lively discussion, exchanging ideas for the future and knowledge. The day stretched on, with Hadrian staying for lunch and dinner. The two nobles were too engrossed in their conversation to care about the time they were losing. Augusta seemed happy with the man's arrival. She saw in him immense potential. Hadrian, for his part, saw in the woman a future very loyal friend.
He knew that his methods would not please Albus, but for Augusta, who had an endless hatred for the mages who had taken her family's sanity, Hadrian's strength would be a formidable opportunity for revenge.
# End of Flashback #
12/17/1991, 19H51, Potter Manor, England:
As with Dumbledore, he had maintained a correspondence with the woman. They had rediscussed the terms of the alliance. Hadrian, in exchange, had confessed to her that Voldemort was not dead, but that he was living in hiding somewhere.
She took his revelation very seriously and reinforced the protections of her manor. After that, they had agreed on what each would bring to the other.
Politically, they would vote together. Financially, if one of the families was in difficulty, the other would lend them funds. Finally, in case of war or attacks, they would come to each other's aid.
Of course, this remained only the official part of the alliance. In addition to that, the two leaders would have to ensure that the friendship between their houses continues. For that, each would have to convince his heir to forge a friendship with the other.
Hadrian had no worries about this. He knew that young Harry would be delighted to have a new friend. In addition, he remembered the Neville of his time. If a new war broke out, Harry would need his wand by his side. After all, he was the only man outside the trio and Dumbledore to have destroyed one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, all with Gryffindor's sword itself!
Augusta had also assured him that the light faction, or at least its majority, would be on his side in the future. This greatly reassured Hadrian. Between Dumbledore's allies and Augusta's, the light faction was almost in his pocket. He would have to prove himself in the future, but so far the few meetings he had attended had gone well. He had even managed to put the Minister back in his place when he had tried to discredit him.
He had taken the opportunity to observe the reactions caused by his presence in the gray and dark factions. As he had expected, the dark faction was constantly giving him hostile looks. Apparently, the great Lucius Malfoy didn't like it when someone other than him commanded the assembly. However, the pure power emanating from Hadrian that day was enough to prevent them from doing anything stupid.
Hadrian knew that showing too much of his power could backfire. He did not want to be seen as a Dark Lord. Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, the floor was generally reserved for those with power or wealth. Hadrian had decided that since he possessed both, then why hide it?
The neutral faction seemed more curious than hostile. He was then able to see for the first time the Lord of the Greengrass family, and was satisfied with what he saw.
As with his daughters in the future, he saw no judgment in his eyes, simply curiosity and intense thought. The man was no doubt wondering what the arrival of a new Lord Potter would change in the magical assembly.
This whole situation allowed Hadrian to make his choice for the future. He could probably manage to make an ally in the neutral faction thanks to Lord Greengrass. However, he would have to be a little bit... harsher for the dark faction.
"Hell, it almost sounds like I want to conquer the world when I think about it," he chuckled as he got up from his desk. Indeed, if he wanted to succeed in avoiding a new war, he would need to have eyes everywhere, no matter the price. Part of him wondered if this was the famous "greater good" of Albus.
He had taken the time to send a letter to Lord Greengrass to propose an alliance. However, unlike the Longbottom matriarch who had replied quickly, he had taken his time. It had taken him a week to get a response.
Dear Lord Potter,
Your letter really took us by surprise. Please excuse the delay in my response. I took some time to think about it with my wife, and after careful consideration, we decided to formally invite you and the young heir Harry James Potter to dinner on December 28th.
"Smart guy," Hadrian thought. "This will allow him to see me, while having Harry meet his daughter. Though I guess it wouldn't really be such a bad match if it worked out well between them," Hadrian had to admit.
Daphne had been a very good friend to him after the war, and any self-respecting man had to admit that the woman was beautiful. Hadrian wondered what would really happen if young Harry and she met. "Meh, really none of the possibilities displease me. If it works out amicably, then Harry will have a great friend. If it doesn't work out, it will change strictly nothing in our lives. And in case it works out romantically... Well, good for me... I mean for Harry... I mean for... Oh and fuck it, I understand myself."
Please do not hesitate to contact me by owl or floo powder at Greengrass Manor if the date is a problem for you and we will find an arrangement.
We look forward to meeting you on December 28th.
Sincerely,
Lord Alexander Greengrass.
After he finished reading, Hadrian quickly scribbled his reply and left it on the desk. After all, if Lord Greengrass had allowed himself to make him wait, then he could wait too.
In addition, the Potter house was much more politically powerful than the Greengrass house. Therefore, showing any weakness would tarnish his family's honor.
However, an alliance between their families would be a precious asset to him in the future. Not only would he have a good part of the Wizengamot in his pocket with Greengrass, Longbottom and Dumbledore on his side, but he would be able to open Harry up to new friendships.
As a matter of fact, aside from the potential romantic aspect of the situation, Hadrian could, through Daphne, open Harry up to new friendships in other houses. Indeed, having allies in other houses would be as useful to Harry as having alliances with the other Wizengamot factions would be to him.
Hadrian paused. This way of thinking was... strange. Why did he think of Harry the same way he thought of his children? This way of thinking, of trying to prepare the future for someone else, of looking for opportunities... It was the same thing he had started to do when he had his first son.
Could he consider his younger self as his son? In a way, yes. He was no longer Harry James Potter. In this world, at this time, he was Hadrian Potter.
It was involuntary. He didn't want to impose himself as a surrogate parent on young Harry. But the death of his children weighed heavily on his mind, and even if he didn't want to, he would act the same as he did for his son. "I hope everything goes well," he muttered, gently stroking his owl.
12/22/1991, 17H51, King's Cross Station, England:
Harry stepped off the train, pulling his suitcase behind him and feeling nervous. He was about to meet and live with someone from his family. Someone magical.
Professor Dumbledore had told him about the man. Apparently, Hadrian Potter was a strange wizard, very powerful, but above all a very kind person.
His green eyes scanned the station anxiously. What if no one came to get him? What if this was all an elaborate prank? It wouldn't surprise him. After all, if Hadrian Potter was really the powerful wizard Dumbledore spoke of, why would he want to take care of him?
He had asked the headmaster to tell him what his new magical guardian looked like. But the old man, instead of giving him a precise answer, had preferred to reply: "You will find him without any difficulty, I am convinced". The old man's evasive answers were sincerely starting to get on his nerves.
Suddenly, he felt a tug on his magic. The sensation was inexplicable. It was as if a ghostly voice was calling him, asking him to follow it. So, reassured by the positive energy emanating from the unknown magic, he followed his instinct.
He felt sad to have left his best friend Ron alone at Christmas. But the opportunity the man had offered him could not be ignored. He never had a real family. The Dursleys had made sure of that. But this time, fate was giving him his chance, so he wouldn't let it go. Nicolas Flamel could wait.
He strode through the station until he collided with what he thought was a wall. He stepped back slightly and looked up to apologize. He then saw a tall man with tied-back hair smiling at him. The man's eyes were hidden by a blindfold, but he could swear he could feel the man's gaze on him. The stranger's attire suggested that he was some kind of magical warrior.
The man, with a simple wave of his hand, adjusted his clothes. Harry then immediately understood that the magic he had followed was that of the wizard in front of him. This warmth, this power, it radiated from him like the light of the Sun. How had he not seen him before? No, in fact, how did he make sure no one saw him? Was it a spell? "Wow, what strength!" thought the young Gryffindor.
"You're young Harry, right? I'm Hadrian Potter, but you can call me Uncle Hadrian if you like. Are you ready to go?" the man asked.
"Uh... I-I... Yes! Of course. I'm following you!" Harry replied, finally understanding what Professor Dumbledore meant. However, to his surprise, his new uncle, instead of moving, simply held out his arm to him. "You don't need to be that formal, you know. We're rich... not stuck-up. Here, take my arm."
"I thought they both came together," the younger Potter said timidly, laughing. He grabbed the outstretched arm, and the two disappeared from the station.
12/22/1991, 19H06, Potter Manor, England:
"That's about it. I'll introduce you to some of my friends soon, so I hope I can count on you to be at your best," Hadrian concluded, offering a soft smile to his younger self.
The man, now Uncle Hadrian, had teleported… apparated them to Potter Manor. He had almost vomited. Fortunately, the surprise was quickly replaced by wonder. The building was magnificent. To say that his grandparents and father had lived here...
A part of him that he tried as much as possible to ignore had to admit that he was a little bit jealous. He had suffered locked in a cupboard when the Potter family was rich enough to live here? What injustice!
He didn't know why Dumbledore had sent him to the Dursleys, or even if it was really him who had done it. But the injustice and anger he felt would not fade until he found the answers to his questions.
Hadrian then took the time to show him around the manor and introduced him to strange little beings called "house elves". He had told him what he expected, or rather did not expect from him, such as breakfast or trimming the hedge.
Harry had been truly amazed by his new room. It was bigger than the Gryffindor dormitory at Hogwarts! He had so much on his mind, and he knew that sleep would not come immediately that evening.
The elves had prepared dinner, and once the visit and the basic rules were explained, they sat down at the table. Harry was slightly uncomfortable. Living in such an environment, in such wealth made him uncomfortable. He-
"You're not going to turn into Malfoy just because you live in a mansion, you know?" Hadrian said, seeming to read his mind. "And no, before you ask, I don't read minds, although I could if I wanted to. I'll have to teach you how to deal with that, by the way."
"We can read minds with magic?! But then..." Harry began. "Oh yes, it's also possible that people have already tried to read yours. Don't worry, probably not many people have dared to actually do it. It's illegal, besides being a very difficult art to master," Hadrian explained, trying to calm the boy
12/22/1991, 22H21, Potter Manor, England:
Harry Potter had to admit that he had learned more about the Potter family and magic in one evening than he had in his entire life. Goodness! He had even learned about magical rituals. He hadn't understood everything, but he had learned that Hadrian could see, even with his eyes hidden, and that was enough for him.
Despite the fact that he had already asked his new uncle, whose patience seemed endless, nearly a hundred questions, he still had so much to ask.
Finally, he decided to ask the question that he felt was the most important. It was one of the first questions he had asked himself since reading Hadrian's letter.
"Why did you come for me? Why am I so important?" he asked in a trembling voice. Hadrian sighed, putting his fork down on the table. He knew this moment would come and that there would be no better way to address it than to tell the truth.
"Harry, you're important because you're the only one who can save the wizarding world," he announced solemnly. "You're the only one who can defeat Voldemort."
Harry's eyes widened in terror. He didn't even pay attention to the fact that his uncle had said his name without . He had heard that name before. It was the name of the man who had killed his parents, the Dark Lord everyone whispered about. "But... I'm just a kid," Harry protested. "How can I save the world?"
Hadrian smiled. "You're much stronger than you think, Harry. You're powerful, brave, and you have a good heart. I know your strength because of what you've told me. Many, with your past, would have become bad people. Yet here you are." He paused, letting his words sink in.
"But I agree on one point. Right now, you can't kill him. You're not as strong as he is. That's where I come in. I'm a Potter, I have a duty to avenge my family. So I offer you a deal. I will take care of you like my own son, and I will prepare you for the future. In exchange, you will keep my secrets and take over the Potter family when the time comes. What do you think?
"Harry stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. This man, this Uncle Hadrian he didn't know, was telling him he was the only hope of the wizarding world? It was crazy, unthinkable. But there was something about Hadrian's stiff posture, an unwavering strength and conviction, that made him believe it.
"I... I don't know what to say," he murmured. "Why me?"
Hadrian stood up and walked around the table to place his hands on the shoulders of the young boy who tensed up. "I'm going to tell you something. But you'll have to keep it secret, alright? I told you earlier that I could read minds, but that it was illegal. Well... I may or may not have read Professor Dumbledore's mind and I may have found a prophecy between you and Voldemort there." He took a deep breath:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
Born to those who have thrice defied him,
Born as the seventh month dies...
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
He knew that dumping everything on the young boy all at once like this would be hard. But he would be there to support him throughout his journey, something no one had done for him.
"I know that's a lot to put on your shoulders. Fate is a complicated thing. Besides, many prophecies never come true. However, Voldemort believes in it wholeheartedly, so he will come after you. But hey, I guess you already know all that..."
Harry's face went through many stages before settling down. Shock, anger, then pure terror before slowly returning to normal. This time, he had heard his sworn enemy's name come out of his uncle's mouth. "I-I... I don't even know where to start. Um... You said Voldemort's name, right? Does that mean you're stronger than him?" he asked with a hint of hope, turning to look at his uncle.
"Honestly? I have no idea... at least when it comes to one on one. But together, I'm sure we can do it." This statement relieved Harry more than he wanted to admit.
"But Professor Dumbledore knew?! That's why he abandoned me?!" he growled, clenching his fists. "Professor Dumbledore indeed made a big mistake. For now, we need him. He has a lot of knowledge about our enemy. However, once that's settled, you'll be free to do whatever you want with him," Hadrian said, squeezing his shoulders.
Harry nodded. He seemed to concentrate before a look of determination crossed his face. He didn't understand everything, but he knew he had to trust this man. It was hard to explain. His magic resonated with his. And then, by Merlin's beard, Hadrian Potter was the last real family he had left. The man had even apparently made a magical vow that he would take care of him. The old fool had told him so.
Moreover, if what his uncle had told him was true, then Hadrian Potter would be his only hope.
"I... I think I trust you," he said in a clear voice.
Hadrian smiled. He hadn't had as many genuine smiles in a long time. "I'll do my best to help you through all this Harry. I promise!"
The meal over, they continued to exchange a few questions. The calm atmosphere slowly returned, until Hadrian checked the time and decided to send Harry to bed. They would both need some rest.
Harry agreed, while reaffirming that he would keep all the secrets his uncle had told him. He was lost in thought. He was thinking about everything he had just learned, while Hadrian was planning the best way to get rid of Voldemort.
Harry, for his part, went up to his room, his mind racing. He felt overwhelmed by the events of the day, but he couldn't help but feel a certain excitement. He was going to save the wizarding world. He was the only one who could do it. And he was no longer alone. He had his Uncle Hadrian to guide and help him. Together, they would defeat Voldemort and bring peace back to the wizarding world. He would do it. For his parents, and so that no other child would have to go through what he had gone through.