'Thinking'
"talking"
"parcletongue"
Hadrian sat in his room, fingers tracing the carved wooden foot board of his bed as he gazed out the window at the empty village of Camelot. It had been five years since he had arrived here, lost and confused, his accidental apparition pulling him away from the only life he had ever known. They had explained everything to him. Him as best as they could though he had been just six years old, he understood what was happening fairly well though it did take a bit of staring into space first. He hadn't known it at the time but the house sells portraits and ghosts around him would soon become his family.
As they had done an inheritance test they found out he was Lord of multiple houses and they had a lot to teach him. They also found out that the goblin Nation custody of him so they agreed that a goblin would come and visit him once a week and then eventually they would bring someone to teach him that worked for them though they hadn't decided that till later. And after a week of making sure he was healthy and getting him in a good state of mind, he had just come back from an abusive home. After all they started teaching him.
And what a wealth of knowledge he had been given. Here, he had learned magic as it was meant to be—without the restrictions of the modern wizarding world. Spellcraft, enchantments, lost arts of war magic, and most of all, potioneering. Potions were his greatest passion. There was something endlessly fascinating about the way ingredients could be combined, twisted, transformed into something entirely new. Experimenting with spells and potions, creating his own, refining old techniques—it was what he loved most.
But there had been more than just magic. Over the years, he had gained something he had never expected: family. Irma Pince, Hogwarts' librarian, had become an integral part of his life. The goblins had recognized her worth, appointing her as a historian, and soon enough, she had become his history tutor though she also worked at Hogwarts as a librarian. What had started as formal lessons had grown into something deeper, something personal. Two years ago, she had performed a blood adoption ritual, not as a mother, but as his aunt, making them family in both magic and name. Stern, sharp-eyed, and fiercely protective, she had filled a role he had never realized he needed. It made his last name Peverell-pence.
And now, in just two weeks, he would turn eleven. His Hogwarts letter would arrive soon, though he had no intention of simply stepping into the world unprepared. Dumbledore was sure to take notice of his name on the registry, whether because of his status as the Boy Who Lived though they didn't know if he would figure out that he was their missing boy who lived not that they knew he was missing yet or because of his Peverell heritage.
Or for the fact that he'd be the perfect candidate to replace their missing boy who lived minus the fact he didn't know who his parents were.
Hadrian had learned of a prophecy years ago, not through the inheritance test, but through an in-depth goblin scan because of all the blocks and compulsions on him that were found in the inheritance test. At first, the parchment had produced a false prophecy, words blurred, forced into place by some unknown magic. But goblins were not easily deceived. They had broken the enchantment, revealing the true prophecy beneath. It was something he needed to think about, but not right now. There were more immediate concerns.
Dumbledore would try to manipulate him. That was certain. The question was how. Hadrian needed to be ready, to have a plan in place to ensure he wasn't controlled or used. He had spent years preparing for this moment, but now that it was close, he needed to be absolutely sure.
For now, he needed to finish making the food for his aunt Irma as it's her birthday they planned that she would be coming over in 2 hours from now to celebrate it with him. And since she loved his cooking as he cooked a lot because it was similar to making up potions, he had created a bunch of his own recipes for a full course meal for her for her birthday.
After they finished celebrating they were planning on going to River run alley as his his aunt wanted to make sure he had a few things before he went to Hogwarts though she knew she would be there with him. She wanted to make sure he had everything he needed they were also going to be getting all his school supplies since she knew it ahead of time as she was on staff as a librarian though not a teacher. She was still told the list so that she made sure she had at least a few copies of each of the books that we're needed that year a lot of people thought diagon Alley and knoturn alley. We're the only alleys that was because of Dumbledore and that was mainly only those of his order and then of course his other lackeys that weren't in the order cuz they couldn't fight.
He shook off those thoughts as he stepped into his kitchen. The house elves had ended up turning one of the rooms into his own kitchen cuz he ended up constantly in there. If not in a lab, experimenting with potions or in his room creating spells. He couldn't wait till Aunt Irma got here as he's excited to see if she likes the food as he had made the recipes specifically for her.
2 hours later...
With the last dish carefully arranged on the table, Hadrian stepped back, giving everything a final once-over. Satisfied, he slipped into his chair by the fireplace, pulling a advanced enchanting book into his lap. He might as well read while he waited—there was still some time before Aunt Irma was due to arrive.
He had barely made it through a few pages when a chime echoed through the castle, signaling the activation of the Floo. The wards flared in response, confirming that it was a recognized visitor. Hadrian exhaled, snapping the book shut and setting it aside before rising to his feet.
Making his way toward the grand sitting room, he kept his steps light, anticipation thrumming beneath his skin. By the time he reached the doorway, green flames were already licking at the hearth, and a familiar, sharp-eyed woman stepped through, dusting off her robes with a practiced motion.
Hadrian greeted with a smile. "Auntie Irma."
Her gaze landed on him, and though her expression remained as stern as ever, warmth flickered in her eyes and a smile twitched at her lips as she greeted me. "Hadrian."
"Happy birthday auntie! Come with me. I made a bunch of new recipes made just for you. I want you to try them all and I made you a copy of my notebook with all the spells I've created so far" (The goblins made him a special made wand that won't get detected by the trace and so that he wouldn't have to wait to learn certain things because he didn't have a wand yet.) as I'm talking about this, we arrive at the dining room.
As Hadrian took a bite of his food, he watched Irma carefully, waiting for her verdict. She chewed thoughtfully, her expression unreadable for a moment before she nodded in approval.
"I must say, Hadrian, this is excellent," she said, setting her fork down. "The flavors are well-balanced, the texture is perfect… If you ever grow tired of creating potions or making spells, you could do well in the food industry."
Hadrian smirked. "Cooking, is like making spells or potions, its simply another form of creation. I enjoy experimenting, whether with magic or ingredients. But I doubt I'll ever abandon either for a kitchen."
Irma let out a soft chuckle. "That doesn't surprise me."
He took a sip of water, then set down his fork. "Auntie, I've been thinking… Since I hold a seat on the Wizengamot and the Hogwarts Board of Governors, I should start making use of them by getting a proxy. There's no law against appointing a goblin as proxy, so I want Ironclaw to act in my stead. Though it will shock most people some being outraged. What do you think?" Hadrian asks biting his lip nervously
Irma raised a brow, setting her utensils aside. "That's a bold decision. It will certainly ruffle feathers."
"Good," Hadrian said simply. "The goblins have been treated unfairly for far too long, and I want to change that. No one will be able to contest Ironclaw representing my interests, and he's skilled in politics."
Irma studied him for a moment before leaning back. "What, exactly, do you plan to accomplish?"
Hadrian's fingers tapped lightly against the table. "For one, I want to start pushing for proper magical orphanages. There's no reason magical children should be left in the hands of Muggles who don't understand them, or worse, abuse them. And Hogwarts… It claims to be the best magical school in the world, but it isn't even in the top fifty."
Irma sighed, shaking her head. "That, is unfortunately true."
Hadrian's eyes gleamed with determination. "It needs real reform. The curriculum barely scratches the surface of what magic can do. Other schools teach dozens of subjects that Hogwarts doesn't even acknowledge. Students should have more options—curse-breaking, healing, spellcrafting, alchemy, magical law. The professors are competent, but they're overwhelmed. They need more staff. And the library—" He huffed. "For a school boasting a grand collection of knowledge, it's filled with glaring gaps. There should be unrestricted access to magical history beyond what the Ministry deems 'acceptable.'"
Irma smirked. "Ambitious, aren't you?"
He lifted his chin slightly. "I won't be able to do much immediately, but by my third year, I want Hogwarts to at least have more than four extra class options a different teacher for grade each level at least for the main subjects and if any teachers teaching the main subjects do have more than one level for them to have teacher assistants"
She considered him for a long moment before nodding. "With the right strategies, you could set real change in motion. I assume you'll be keeping a close eye on the Board of Governors?"
"Of course," Hadrian said. "I'll have Ironclaw keep me up to date through letters, and just in case I'll see that. All the people on the wizengamot and the board of governors start by having a mandatory in-depth scan every year by gringotts to make sure they aren't under any potions spells or rituals. You know how Dumbledore is." he finished with an imperious sniff.
Irma's lips twitched in amusement. "They won't know what hit them."
Hadrian grinned before shifting topics. "I've also been thinking about establishing a true magical community—either here in Camelot or in Avalon. A place free from Ministry interference, where creatures, beings, and magical folk alike can coexist without outdated laws restricting them."
Irma tilted her head. "A large-scale undertaking."
"I know," he admitted. "But one worth pursuing." he added.
She hummed in thought. "You remind me of my brother when he was your age."
He blinked in surprise. "I do?"
She nodded. "He had grand ideas too—though I must say, you are far more methodical than he was at your age."
Hadrian smirked. "I take that as a compliment."
Irma shook her head fondly. "Of course, you do."
He took another bite of his food, then asked, "Auntie, what exactly will I need for Hogwarts? Beyond the standard supplies?"
Irma smirked. "Are you asking about what you need for your education, or what you need to navigate the inevitable scheming of Albus Dumbledore?"
Hadrian grinned. "Both."
She let out a soft chuckle. "Naturally. For your education, I'll ensure you have access to additional reading materials beyond what Hogwarts provides. The school's library is serviceable, but it lacks depth in many areas. As for Dumbledore… Knowledge will always be your greatest defense. Learn everything you can, and never let yourself be backed into a corner. Oh and Severus Snape the potion teacher of the school. Let's just say he's not as bad as he seems he's just been tricked and cornered by the old old into being his spy"
He nodded, filing that information away. Then, after a moment, he leaned forward slightly. "Auntie… how do they decide what house you're in?"
Irma arched a brow. "Ah, so that's what you're curious about."
He gave her an innocent look. "It is relevant to my future, is it not?"
She smirked. "Very well. The Sorting is done by an enchanted artifact—"
"Wait," Hadrian interrupted, frowning. "An object decides our future?"
Irma chuckled. "It is not quite that simple. The Sorting Hat is imbued with the wisdom of the Founders. It does not merely choose at random—it assesses your mind, your potential, your values. Sometimes, it allows a choice. Other times, it does not."
Hadrian hummed in thought. "So, it judges not just who I am now, but who I might become?"
"Exactly."
He tilted his head. "And what house do you think I'll be in?"
Irma studied him. "You have a hunger for knowledge, which speaks of Ravenclaw. You are ambitious and methodical, which suggests Slytherin. But you also possess the courage to challenge the status quo, which aligns with Gryffindor. Even Hufflepuff would not be unthinkable, given your loyalty to those you deem worthy."
Hadrian smirked. "So, in short, I could go anywhere."
"Precisely."
He leaned back, contemplative. "Interesting."
After a pause, he turned the conversation to her. "What about you where did you get sorted I don't think you've ever actually told me?"
A flicker of nostalgia crossed her face. " I got sorted into ravenclaw. Although I was close to being sorted into Slytherin."
Hadrian's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I cannot wait to go to Hogwarts."
Irma smiled. "And you will, soon enough."
Hadrian leaned back in his chair, letting the last bite of food settle before stretching his arms over his head. "That hit the spot."
Irma stood, brushing off her robes. "Glad to hear it. Now, we should get going before Diagon Alley gets too crowded."
Hadrian sighed but got up. "yeah first stop, Gringotts. But I don't see why we can't go to gringotts in River run alley"
Irma nodded. " for some reason they don't have a gringotts Branch at River run Alley something about how not enough magical people shop there. You'll need money for your supplies. And while we're there, we'll make sure everything's set for when you come back in two weeks to claim your lordships."
Hadrian ran a hand through his hair. "Right, because even though they know it's me before lordships can officially be claimed they always double check the person is who they say they are just in case."
"Exactly," Irma said as they left the dining room.
As they walked toward the Floo, Hadrian glanced at her. "And we're stopping at Ollivander's for my wand before heading out, right?"
Irma hummed. "Yes. There are other wandmakers, but Ollivander is the best in Britain. It makes sense to go to him since we're already in Diagon Alley for Gringotts."
Hadrian rolled his eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Ollivander is supposed to be a bit odd, though. This should be interesting."
Irma chuckled as she grabbed the Floo powder. "He'll find you interesting, that's for sure."
He gave her an odd look.
Shaking her head in amusement, Irma tossed the powder into the fireplace, the flames flaring green. "Diagon Alley!"
With that, they stepped through, disappearing into the swirling magic.
About 30 minutes later at ollivanders.
As they entered they heard a voice from somewhere in the room presumably ollivander. "Hadrian peverel or shall I say Harry Potter I've was expecting to see you sometime soon" Hadrian shares a wary glance with Irma at the fact that Mr. Ollivander knew that at some point in time he used to be Harry Potter.
Ollivander sends Hadrian as he continues to talk "I would tell you about all your parents wants I know you do not care, so let's not waste any more time which arms your wand arm?
after he answers ollivander goes through the process of doing all sorts of measurements and when he was finished.Ollivander moved swiftly, plucking a wand from the shelves and handing it to Hadrian. "Try this one. Give it a wave."
Hadrian barely lifted it before a gust of wind shot through the shop, knocking over a stack of empty boxes.
Ollivander snatched it back with a hum. "No, no. That won't do at all."
The next wand let out a few golden sparks before cracking down the middle, sending Irma stepping back warily.
"Hmm. Certainly not that one."
Wand after wand, failure after failure. Some fizzled uselessly in his grip, while others reacted so violently that Ollivander had to snatch them away before the shop suffered any real damage.
Hadrian scowled after what felt like the tenth rejected wand. "Is this normal?"
Ollivander barely seemed concerned, tapping his chin. "Not entirely uncommon. But…" His eyes gleamed as he turned toward the very back of the shop, where the dust seemed undisturbed. "Perhaps something a bit… different."
He returned moments later with a wand in a simple case, handling it with great care. "This one is… unusual," he admitted, almost to himself. "A rare combination. Not one I ever expected to sell, truth be told."
As Hadrian took the wand, a pulse of warmth spread through his fingers, followed by a subtle hum in the air around him. Unlike the others, this one felt right. The air crackled faintly, and for the briefest moment, an image flickered in Hadrian's mind—too fast to fully grasp.
Ollivander's face split into a delighted grin. "Fascinating!" He clapped his hands together. "Yes, yes, this is the one. Quite the match, indeed!"
Irma raised a brow. "And what makes it so special?"
Ollivander's excitement didn't wane as he carefully gestured toward the wand. "Soulwood—exceedingly rare, and said to form an unbreakable bond with its chosen wielder. It thrives on connection, deep magic, and purpose. The core—a Thunderbird feather and a Chimera bone shard, entwined—creates a wand of immense power. The feather ensures the wand responds to its wielder's emotions, aiding them in times of need, while the Chimera bone makes it nearly impossible for anyone but it's chosen wielder to tame. Even if another wizard were to win it in a duel, they would never truly command it."
He leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling. "But what truly intrigues me is how it has been soaked in Runespoor venom, giving it a level of sentience. It doesn't speak, no, but it… communicates. It flashes images into its wielder's mind, guiding them in its own way. A wand that chooses its master is one thing—but a wand that thinks for itself? That is truly remarkable."
Hadrian ran his fingers along the wand, a small smirk tugging at his lips. As if in response, a faint pulse echoed from it. "Well, I do have a habit of being extraordinary."
Ollivander chuckled. "That, my boy, is an understatement."
2 hours later
Hadrian and Irma stepped out onto the cobbled streets of River Run Alley, the morning light glinting off shop windows. Their last stop for the day was Quill Curio, a quaint bookstore brimming with arcane tomes and book s.
Inside, shelves groaned under the weight of ancient knowledge. Hadrian lingered among the stacks, his eyes shining with delight as he gathered not only the required textbooks and school supplies but also several unexpected volumes on advanced magical theory and forgotten lore. As he clutched the extra books, he couldn't help but think that he was leaving with far more than what a mere school list demanded.
Irma smiled as he approached the counter she was waiting at . "These additional texts might prove useful—you never know when a little extra knowledge can make all the difference." she said while nodding in approval.p
Hadrian nodded silently, savoring the thought of hidden wisdom tucked away between the pages. Exiting Quill Curio, they merged back into the lively alley. With their bags full, they set off toward the apperation point. But halfway along the winding lane, a brightly painted sign caught his eyes: Enchanted Bestiary.
Curiosity piqued, they veered off the main path. Inside the store, softly glowing enclosures and whispered spells maintained an atmosphere of quiet wonder.
As they wandered among the exhibits, Hadrian's attention was drawn to a small, beautiful snake in a secluded habitat whose scales shimmered with intricate, rune-like patterns.
Its eyes, bright and inquisitive, met his with an almost knowing look.
An attendant, polishing a delicate glass enclosure, remarked, "That snake is a truly remarkable feat of nature first RuneSpore to ever just have one head"
After the attendant finished speaking, Hadrian knelt beside the enclosure. The soft murmur of the shop seemed to fade away as he focused on the beautiful serpent before him. Slowly, as if testing the air, Hadrian greeted the RuneSpore.
"Hello I am Hadrian and your name is?"
"I don't have a name speaker"
"How about I give you a name"
"That would be nice, but can I come with you great speaker?"
"I don't know. I'd have to ask my aunt, and just call me Hadrian" Hadrian answered a bit unsurely on the first part.
"Please, its terrible here and I heard one of the humans muttering about feeding me to the nearest owl If noone buys me soon"
"Okay give me a sec"
The attendant leaned in, lowering her voice, eyes lighting up. "It seems to have taken a liking to you already. Would you care to buy it?"
Hadrian's eyes shone with excitement. "Please, Auntie. I'd really like to get-"
"Are you male or female?"
"Female"
"-her." I asked with my best puppy dog eyes, the ones where it looks like I'm doing it subconsciously.
After a moment's pause, Irma sighed, a mix of fondness and caution in her eyes. "Very well, but remember, caring for a creature is a serious responsibility."
With a quiet smile, Hadrian opened the tank and stuck his arm in the tank and let the little RuneSpore slither up his arm. As he cradled it, a brief flash of something -breif cryptic- flashed in his mind, as though the creature were silently sharing a secret or something was falling into place.
With their unexpected new companion in tow, they resumed their journey. Exiting Enchanted Bestiary, they walked toward the designated apparition point and once they arrived Auntie side-along apparited, And where greeted with the familiar sight of the ancient gates of Camelot.
About 4 weeks later
Hadrian just got his Hogwarts letter yesterday and Auntie Irma was going to be here any minute as they would be heading out to gringotts to claim his heirships and do another inheritance test because of the blood adoption.
Nelkia wouldnt be coming as she wants to hunt mice instead at the moment. Hadrian had ended up naming his snake Nelkia after Salazar slytherins wife which he had learned about from slytherin's journals, he'd chosen to do that because from the way Salazar described his wife made him think that Nelkia is basically her reincarnated.
When she had been told this she had pridefuly basked for hours.
And now they were going back to get his inheritance test done again so that he can claim all his rings
An hour later, just about after they finish the inheritance test.
Name:
Hadrian cygnus Peverell-pence
Parents:
Lady magic [through blood and magic by wish of Lady magic]
Lord death [through blood and magic by wish and request of Lady magic]
At the request of Lady magic all other past parents and siblings are no longer his parents or siblings
Lordships (All Lordships through the blood of past parents shall now be going down his bloodline by wish of Lady magic)
Lord Potter [through blood by wish of Lady Magic]
Lord Peverel [through blood by wish of Lady Magic]
Lord Gryffindor [through blood by wish of Lady Magic]
Lord Ravenclaw [through blood by wish of Lady Magic through blood adoption]
Lord Slytherin [by Conquest]
Lord Pendragon [through blood by wish of Lady Magic]
Lord Le fey [through blood by wish of Lady Magic]
Heirships
Lord pence [ through blood adoption]
Guardian
Shared custody between Irma pence the Goblin Nation [by wish of Lady Magic](says same thing on ministry papers)
Abilities
Pyrethian inheratince
Metamorphmagus
All speak
Eidetic memory
Slight elemental wind ability [from blood adoption]
Compulsions and potions
None
Gifts
Extra luck! [A gift from Lady Fate by request of Lady magic]
Accelerated healing [a gift from time itself by request of Lady magic]
Compulsion charms manipulating the mind legitimacy the imperious curse things like that don't work [gift from Lady magic]
Unbreakable occlamancy Shields [gift from Lady magic]
Adaption [a gift from time itself by request of Lady magic]
As Ironclaw finished reading the inheritance test another goblin brings in my lordship rings and heirship ring.
"Put the rings on one at a time so they can merge you will get a combined version of all the family crests or you can call on the one you want to show the heirship ring get put on a separate finger as it isn't a lordship ring yet." Ironclaw tells Hadrian.
Hadrian dose what he was told to do. While he does so he ask ironclaw softly " Will you be my proxy for the wizengamot and school board of governors, I already wrote down everything I want to attempt to do and what things I want done before other things." Hadrian gives ironclaw his best puppy dog eyes
He says yes and I give the papers and sign the stuff I need to sign for him to be my proxy.
After that we leave and go home.
I can't wait to go to Hogwarts.
A/N sorry this took so long. I wanted to make it decently long let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions for the story and please leave reviews
Next time: Hogwarts