Destiny's Rose

by LadyDaye

Summary:

"I want to watch them burn."

"Then my darling, burn them."

"With fire?"

"No love, with your hatred."

Chapter 1: The Child

The tall man named Voldemort stared at the house in front of him. Two of his most trusted flanked his sides.

 

"The boy lives here?" he whispered to the man standing on his left.

 

"Ye-es M-master." the man whimpered bowing his pudgy round head. A nervous sweat cascaded down his face causing his hair to be plastered to his forehead. Voldemort, looked upon his servant, in the street light, in disgust.

 

"You better be right Peter. You will not like what will happen to you if I find out you are wrong." Voldemort continued to whisper.

 

"Y-yes my Lord." he shakily replied.

 

"My Lord, are you sure you desire to kill the Potter child?" the man on his right asked. His long, midnight black hair caught the lamp light and seemed to almost shine. Severus Tobias Snape, a Potions Master, a spy, and the deadliest servant Lord Voldemort had. Snape was as quick with a wand as he was his fists. But his strong magic was not what made him so dangerous. It was his beauty.

 

"I must." Voldemort answered staring at the house waiting for the lights to go dim. They stood silently, neither saying a word nor moving. The night was cool, as it was fall. A gentle breeze gently caressed the three black robed men. There was no sound, it was almost as if nature knew what was about to happen and was holding its breath.

 

"Let us go." Voldemort spoke moving swiftly toward the house. Finally the last light was out. Voldemort strode up to the cherry oak door and blasted it open. The father, James Potter, ran down the stairs prepared to hex Voldemort. He was quickly stunned by Pettigrew. The only wizarding blood that would be wasted on this night would be the child's. The child that would one day vanquish him. Voldemort slowly ascended the stairs while Snape and Pettigrew lingered towards the door under a disillusionment charm. Next was Lily Potter, who stood in the room of..two children.

 

"Twins." he whispered.

 

"Lord Voldemort." Lily Potter spoke standing in front of her children.  Lily Potter, red hair, green eyes, and a cruelty streak that rivaled Snape's.  She used to be called the Dragon.  She feared nothing, bowed to no one, and never once was she defeated in a duel.  She made the strongest of men fall to their knees in defeat and the bravest of men cower in fear. She was a dangerous woman indeed.  Voldemort wanted to recruit her, but she wanted a family.  It appears she got exactly what she wanted.

 

Voldemort looked at her children.  One child was a red headed, plump child. His eyes were a striking blue, he looked like a...Weasley, Voldemort noted. He wailed. The other child, with midnight black hair and glowing green eyes, stared at Voldemort as he stared back. He could almost taste the power that rolled off the child. It was intoxicating.

 

"Move." Voldemort spoke again, his eyes still fixated on the black haired child. The longer he stared, the less he wanted to kill the child. The child's power was beautiful, addicting, if only he could...

 

"These are my children, you will not harm them." Lily spoke, eyes cold. Voldemort regarded her for a moment. He studied her, her unwavering stare, strong stance, and the wand that was loosely clutched in her hand. She was ready to fight. To die.

 

"You defy me, for their lives." Voldemort spoke, his voice still a whisper.

 

"They are my children and I love them. I will not stand to see them die." she answered back fiercely, stepping forward as if ready to attack. The black haired child still continued to stare at him. It began to unnerve him. All of a sudden the toddler stood up in his crib and reached out a hand. Voldemort stood still watching the child.

 

"He must like you." Lily shrugged watching the exchange.

 

"I am here to kill him." Voldemort deadpanned drawing his eyes from the child back to the woman that simply blinked at his words.

 

"It does not matter to him. He has no concept of what it means to live or to die. Neither of them do." Lily stated slowly turning to look at her two children. He had lowered his wand. He stared into her eyes before slowly nodding his head.

 

"Then would it be such a loss if he were to die?"

"To me, it would be."

"And why would I care if you are hurt?"

 

"You would not, but look." she answered gesturing back to the toddler who still had his hand out stretched. He was making a grab for Voldemort's wand.

 

"You want this?" Voldemort found himself asking. A gurgled sound was emitted out of the toddler's mouth. He handed the toddler his wand and a faint golden glow was emitted.

 

"He is your equal." Lily whispered.

 

"He is my death." Voldemort spoke.

 

"It is all in how you look at it. Destiny's Rose is a cruel fate indeed."

 

Voldemort watched the child play with his wand. Never once did he stick it into his mouth like most children would. He only swished it around...well as much as toddlers could swish anything. All of a sudden thundering footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.

 

"Lily!" James screamed barreling into the room immediately casting Avada Kedavra.

 

"Protege!" Lily cast blocking the spell.  James stared in shock, Voldemort was also impressed.  "There are many things you do not know about me dear." she spoke, a cruel smile making its way onto her face.  She then turned to Voldemort.  "Call Snape, I know he was the one to give you that prophecy." she turned to Voldemort.

 

"Lily." James protested weakly.  She raised an eyebrow.  Snape appeared in the doorway seconds later.  He took in the scene in front of him.  James looked ragged.  Lily looked like a huntress.  A red headed child wailed.  The black haired child played with a wand...His Lord's wand.

 

"My Lord." Snape walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face.

 

"You told Voldemort a fake prophecy." Lily spoke, straight to the point.  Everyone in the room looked at her. "It was a fabrication by Dumbledore, based another prophecy.  Remember Destiny's Rose is a cruel fate."

 

"Destiny's Rose?" Snape asked confused.

 

"A rose head is on Harry.  That means someone carried the stem and the other a thorn." Lily answered.

 

"Destiny chooses three to become her rose.  These three each control one of the three facets of Destiny.  The rose head controls life.  The stem fate.  And the thorn death.  Death and life are brought together through fate.  They are rumored to be immortal, only able to die if they choose." Voldemort answered Snape.

 

"Voldemort, which piece do you have?" Lily asked a small smirk making its way onto her face.

 

"A thorn." he answered looking back at the child who was back to staring at him.  His wand was now in his brother's....mouth.

 

"A fake prophecy, you said." Snape stated looking to Lily for answers.

 

"Harry was born your equal, but he was never born to kill you.  He and another child were born to stand by you.  To heal you.  To help you achieve your goals.  From you would a new, more prosperous era be spawned.  From you would the Dark and the Light flourish." Lily answered looking at Harry in happiness.

 

"But Dumbledore-" James started.

 

"Dumbledore set us up to be killed." Lily cut him off sharply.

 

"He would never!  Dumbledore is a good man!" James yelled standing up.

 

"Who told you to change the Secret Keeper?" Lily asked, demeanor calm, face blank.

 

"Dumbledore but-"

 

"He knew Pettigrew would betray you.  Who told you it would be a good idea for us to hide here, in a muggle area with very little magical protection?" 

 

"Dumbledore-" James was cut off before he could say any more.

 

"He positioned us to be slaughtered." Lily coldly spoke, her eyes daring James to contradict her.  James looked into her eyes and had to admit that she was right.  Everything that they did, that Dumbledore said to do, he had a feeling that he was being pushed closer and closer to something.  He always shook it off because Dumbledore was a good man, he would not...oh but he would.  Dumbledore would do anything for his precious light, including killing of two of his most loyal followers.  

 

Everyone stood in silence taking in the weight of what Lily said.  Voldemort began to watch Harry again.  The child was no longer staring at him.  Instead he laid on his back, with his knees drawn to his chest, playing with his feet.  This child has the potential to become so much, Voldemort thought.  Death is no longer an option for this one.

 

"I will train him." he spoke gliding over to the child and gently lifting him.  He shifted in his arms, settling his head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.

 

"I will not have my child taught-"

 

"Good." Lily again cut James off.  James stared at her in shock.  "Dumbledore knows that you have come tonight.  He will expect us to be injured or dead, but he does not expect the prophecy child to parish.  For he fears you are unkillable. This is what I propose.  Stun us, make sure it is believable.  Cause destruction, falling rubble, anything to make it look like there was a battle that had taken place.  Harry's crib, I want you to destroy it.  Destroy it so that there is no possible way there could have been a body left.  My Charles, will be worshipped as a hero.  He will be trained, loved and doted on by the masses.  His core is  as strong as his brother's, it is simply easier to cloak his magic.  Harry's is too dark for a simple cloaking spell.  Once Hogwarts begins...well we shall cross that bridge when we get to it.  In the mean time, you shall raise Harry, train him.  I want a Dragon.  You know what I mean.  We will visit when we can so that Harry does not think we abandoned him.  I want him to have a relationship with his brother, but Dumbledore must believe that Harry is dead.”

 

“Lily are you sure about this?” Snape asked.

 

“I have to be.  Only God knows what horror Dumbledore would subject Harry or Charles, if one of them were not the boy who lived.” Lily spoke staring at Harry in Voldemort’s arms.

 

“He will be dark.  Sadistic.  Powerful.  He will know no love.” Voldemort warned her.

 

“I am not worried.  You will grow a heart…father.” James and Snape gasped.

 

“Do not confuse them dear.  I trained her, she was my star pupil.  I cared for her like a daughter.”

 

“You were trained by Lord Voldemort?” James asked in shock.

 

“You look pale dear.” Lily spoke in concern.

 

“That is why she is still alive.” Snape asked with dawning realization.

 

“And that is why she did not hesitate to stand in between my wand and her children.”

 

“Do not misunderstand, while that is true, those are my children and i would die for them.” Lily spoke with conviction.

 

“I thought I taught you better.” 

 

“You will soon learn what it means to truly care for someone.”

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Dumbledore stood in front of a once quaint two story house. The door was blown off of its hinges while the top floor’s windows were shattered. The midnight full moon illuminated his white beard and caused his blue eyes to twinkle. His aged face was set into a small grin.

They were good soldiers, the best, but sometimes even the best soldiers must be sacrificed. Hopefully the boy still lives, he will have to be trained. Trained to die. Trained to obey. Dumbledore thought as he walked to the destroyed door.

“Albus!” someone screamed from behind him. He turned around and had to hold back a smirk. Sirius Black stood before him, eyes wide with horror as he stared at the once grand house of the Potter’s. The Animagus took a shaky breath.

“I am so sorry my boy, there was nothing that I could do. It appears that Voldemort found them.” Dumbledore stated with fake sympathy.

“How could he find them? They were protected under a Fidelus Charm! Peter was the secret keeper…” Black trailed off, his eyes widening in realization and then anger. Dumbledore had to hold back a laugh of glee. Check mate, he thought.

“You should go and find him Sirius. We must know exactly what he told Voldemort. He could have told him anything.” Dumbledore stated putting a hand on Black’s shoulder. His skin crawled. The dark magic Sirius naturally carried made him sick. Soon he will be taken care of and no longer will I have to deal with him, Dumbledore thought with an internal sigh of content.

“No, I need to check the house-“ Sirius began to argue.

“My boy, I can-“ Dumbledore began to Black shrugging him off and walking into the house. Dumbledore gritted his teeth. He thought about casting Imperio and forcing Black after Pettigrew, but decided against it. The Aurors would soon be here and they could easily trace his magical signature as this was a muggle area.

He followed Black into the house just as he was creeping up the stairs. The house was in ruins. Pictures were broken barely hanging on to the walls, there was a hole blasted in the ceiling, and as they crept closer to the room where the twins resided, the damage only got worse. There were burn marks marring the walls, the the door to the room was completely destroyed. When they entered the room, the first thing they noticed were the still forms of James and Lily Potter. Dumbledore internally chuckled with glee. Finally something that has worked in my favor, he thought.

“I am so sorry m-“ again Sirius cut him off.

“James!” he yelled running over and running diagnostic spell after diagnostic spell.

“My boy there is no reason-“ again Dumbledore was cut off, but not by Black. By a groan. The groan of Lily Potter.

“Reenervate!” Sirius cast waking James, just before he ran over to Lily and helped her up. Dumbledore stood as still as statue. He could not believe it. Voldemort did not kill the Potters, he merely stunned them.

“My children! My children!” Lily started to scream hysterically when she was fully concious.

Sirius ran to the children’s cribs. Harry’s was completely destroyed. It was nothing but dust. Charles, though, his crib seemed to be untouched, he seemed to be untouched. There was only a deep cut on his right cheek. Charles did not scream, nor did Charles cry, Charles simply slept.

“I am so sorry Lily, Harry he…” Sirius could not finish the sentence.

“No!” Lily seemed to howl out in pain. James simply sat, in too much shock to say or do anything.

“I am sorry for your lost but, Lily, we must move you, James, and young Charles to a safe location. It is only a matter of time before his Death Eaters show up.” Dumbledore spoke helping Lily to her feet as a steady stream of tears cascaded their way down her cheeks. You aren’t sorry yet, but you will be soon, Lily internally snarled.

“James! James!” Sirius yelled shaking him out of his shock. James simply nodded his head and stood.

Dumbledore gently picked up Charles. “Ah, young Charles. You have survived Lord Voldemort while your brother did not. Although it is a travesty, I am proud to pronounce you as the Boy Who Lived. James and Lily, take comfort in the fact that your son will defeat Voldemort once and for all!” Dumbledore proclaimed. Lily looked upon her son in pained awe, Sirius turned his head into James’ shoulder, and James simply stared. Nothing was making any sense.
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“My Lord, you are back.” Lucius Malfoy spoke bowing his head. His white blonde hair was illuminated by the candle light causing his already sharp features to become sharper.

“How did everything go my Lord? Did you kill the Potters? Make them suffer?” asked Bellatrix Lestrange, a crazy glint in her eyes.

“Lucius you have a young son, yes?” Voldemort asked turning to Lucius as Severus walked through the door with a small bundle cuddled in his arms.

“Yes, my Lord. He is two.” Lucius answered.

“And Narcissa, is handling the child well?”

“My, Lord?” Lucius asked in confusion.

“Is she having any troubles with…?”

“Draco.” Severus filled in.

“Draco.” Voldemort nodded.

“No my Lord, she has adjusted well. She is a wonderful mother.” Lucius answered.

“Severus hand him the child.” Voldemort ordered. Severus handed Lucius the child and when he uncovered the child’s face, he gasped.

“It’s…”

“Harry Potter.”

Chapter 3: Birthday

Summary:

The twins are finally eleven.

Notes:

I am so sorry for taking so long to post the next chapter. I have been so busy with school and everything.

But I have finally done it and I hope you all like it!

11 years later…

And thus the story shall finally begin. There is something to be said about the young Potter children. Wise beyond their years, dangerous, intelligent, quick. People would gaze upon their faces and see beauty that rivaled that of Aphrodite. Many mothers gushed to their guardians about their perfect skin, perfect hair, and perfect teeth. They were at ease, captivated, awed, until they would smile. Charles always did have a sharp smile, as if he possess the teeth of a dog rather than a human. His eyes would gleam maliciously as if he would love nothing more than to torture the unfortunate soul where they stood. He was lawless, without a care in the World, for everyone bowed to him and catered to his every whim.

“The Boy Who Lived!” they would chant and cry and rejoice. Freedom found in a rebound curse, no longer did the witches and wizards have to fear death and persecution. Charles would look down upon them as they rejoiced in his name. His soul would sing the songs of the dead, they all looked like corpses.

His brother however, would rarely smile. This black haired beauty had a smile would scar his face. It was twisted, it was haunting, it was beautiful. His Aunt would bask in the darkness of his smile while others, others that did not know him, that did not understand, would back away in fright, for they feared his shadow. His shadow that owned his smile. His shadow that would kill for his smile. Had killed for his smile. His shadow that would give him his smile. His shadow was never far away.

Eleven years these ethereal beings have walked the Earth, living two lives, living one. For eleven years, they were taught, they were trained, and now everything they learned would be tested. For better or worse, through life and through death, through Heaven and Hell, the game has begun.
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Charles POV

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES!” Ronald screamed in my ear. I snarled.

“Ron.” I flashed him my happiest smile, promising pain and torment. He simply smirked unbothered.

“Did you get your Hogwarts letter yet?” he asked curiously.

“Yes, I have.” I nodded.

“Are you excited?” Grinning. He knows I am far from it.

“Yes.” Impassive.

“Liar. I hope that we’ll be sorted into Gryffindor, that is the best house there is.” Ron stated with a mock dreamy look upon his face.

Gryffindors, I internally snorted. My mother had no place being a Gryffindor, she was a Slytherin through and through. My father on the other hand…let us just say that my mother had her work cut out for her during the past eleven years. She taught my father how to be the perfect Slytherin.

“Ronald, if I you jinx me into Gryffindor, I will personally see to it that the Weasley clan has one less child to worry about. Do I make myself clear?” I asked sweetly, venom dripping from my words.

“Charles, it would be fun to be in Gryffindor. Just think about all of the ways we could torture the almighty Lions.” his smile was razor sharp, he looked like a shark hunting his prey.

I chuckled, “They would immediately know it was us, they always do.”

“That is because you can never resist leaving your infamous signature on those whom you prank.”

“Well I do want credit for my work, my dear Ron. I mean, my genius is unrivaled.” I said to Ron bellowing out a laugh. The laugh was so loud that everyone within the yard turned to look to see what the ruckus was all about.

“Ronald!” Mrs. Weasley snapped striding over to where we stood. Mrs. Weasley carried herself with class and dignity. She was almost as refined as my mother. She did not fit into the mold that most light witches did. Meaning, most people of the light turned their backs on the Old Traditions. She kept them alive and well. From the holidays her family celebrated, to how she walked, spoke, and dressed.

“Mother.” Ron nodded his head immediately quieting down.

“Why are you both standing here? Should you not be inside enjoying the party your mother painstakingly put together for you?” a gentle curl of her lip is the only indication that gave away her distaste for the whole thing.

“Why yes mother, we will be out there straight away. Why, we were just speaking about who we would stop and thank for joining us on this auspicious occasion first.” Ron began speaking. He shifted his weight to his left foot and put his right palm onto his cheek as if he were surprised or exasperated. “Why there are so many important foreign dignitaries present, we would not want to embarrass the House of Potter by greeting someone of little no importance first, would we?”

His mother simply stared at him after he was done speaking. We both could see the cold rage that burned behind her brown eyes at the audacity of her youngest son.

“Ronald dear, must I remind you what happens when you show me disrespect?” she asked, her smile cruel.

“No mother.” he mumbled down casting his eyes. Submission.

“Good, come along. You must join the guests. You will soon be off to Hogwarts and you must begin to make the necessary connections. Our Lord with not be pleased with you if you do not.”

Ron and I trailed slowly behind her. The guests were dressed in their best and most ornate clothes. This party was to broadcast their wealth, their status, their prestige. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, these people loved to walk around as if they were to most important, most influential people that graced this Earth, when in fact, they were not. There was nothing special about them. They thought themselves rulers when really they were nothing but sheep, lamb, getting prepared to be sacrificed.

“Charles Potter and Ronald Weasley, the Devil and his favorite fallen angel.” a girl with white hair spoke walking towards us. Ron’s eyes narrowed as I lifted my eyebrow.

“And to who do we owe the pleasure?” I drawled, the tiniest bit of interest niggling my brain.

“Luna, Luna Lovegood. We will become great friends, you and I. I help you conquer while we watch your brother burn the World.” a dreamy expression was upon her face as she said this. I stiffened, opening my mouth about to ask, how she knew of my brother. “Do not ask questions, Ares, there is much you still have to learn.” and with that she turned around and left.

“Well that was interesting.” Ron spoke. I nodded my head in agreement. That was interesting indeed.
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There is something to be said about the viciousness of the twins. The reason that they rather bathe in blood than in water. They were not always like that. There was a time when they were innocent. The cruelty of the World was unknown to them. But one day, something changed, it is unclear what. It is something that Fate and Destiny refused to speak about. It is as if they themselves erased it from time and from memory. But whatever it was, it was big. These boys, so full of life and happiness became something sinister.
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I am a Prince. I rule. All bow down to me, rather friend of foe. I am the Prince. I am beautiful, I am cruel. Love has no place within my heart. I am the Prince. My husband the King. My bride the Conqueror.

I closed my journal along with my eyes. Eleven, I am eleven. My Hogwarts letter rested upon my desk, open. One more month and off I go. Hadrian Prince, the long lost son of Severus Snape, cousin to Draco Malfoy, no connection to one Lord Voldemort. Hadrian Potter, twin to the Boy Who Lived, is the Boy Who Lived, betrothed to Lord Voldemort, betrothed to Draco Malfoy. Hadrian Potter, Hadrian Prince, Hadrian Riddle. A snarl makes its way onto my face. The Rose Head, chosen by Destiny to be but a small part of her favorite rose. Powerful.

“Hadrian, will you not be joining us?” Draco spoke walking into my room. His hair seems to shine in the fire light. His features became sharp, more defined. At fifteen years old, he began to lose most of the baby fat around his face, something that I was immensely jealous over.

“Soon.” I shrugged turning to the window. I felt only half whole. My bother was not here to celebrate this birthday, one of the most important birthdays within wizarding society. But then again, he never is. He can’t be. No one can know that I am alive…at least not yet.

“Hadrian.” Draco sighed gently grasping my chin and turning my face to him. “One day you will no longer have to hide. One day, those that oppose us will be dead and buried.”

“By your sword?” I asked.

“Of course. Mine and our Lord’s.” he smirked. I scoffed standing up and walking from the room. Draco followed behind me. I could feel the amusement that rolled off of him in waves.

“Hadrian, happy birthday.” Narcissa, Draco’s mother, spoke giving me a hug. Her white blonde hair sat in an elegant bun at the top of her head, she wore a dark blue dress that complimented her creamy skin. Her light blue eyes danced with mild amusement.

“Auntie Cissa, thank you.” I replied hugging her back.

“Hadrian.” Lucius nodded. His white blonde hair was simply drawn away from his face and pulled back into a low ponytail. He wore a black three piece suit.

“Lucius.” I nodded back.

“Hadrian, Hadrian, I know I taught you better than to greet Lucy like that.” a voice dripping with mischief spoke. Sirius Black, my godfather, infamous Death Eater, the most evil bastard on the planet Earth aside from Voldemort next to Lucius smirking.
“I will curse you Black.” Lucius hissed as Sirius laughed.

“Happy birthday cub.” he said handing me a haphazardly wrapped package. I immediately tore into it, he gave the best presents. Inside was a crystalline ball with a kind cloudy essence inside of it. I flipped the ball over and over round and round. It was heavy, cold, no magic seemed to come from it.

“It is a glass ball.” I deadpanned.

“No Prince, it is not.” another voice spoke, this time directly behind me. Their breath fanned my ear causing shivers to run up and down my back.

“Oh? Then what is it?” I asked leaning ever so slightly into the body that is behind mine.

“Lily Potter.” the voice whispered. For a moment nothing happened, but suddenly a red haired woman appeared in the orb.

“It works then?” the woman asked as I stared in shock.

“Of course it does. It was I who made them after all.” Sirius answers affronted.

“Hadrian quit staring like a simpleton and say something to your mother.” Severus, my adoptive father’s voice boomed across the room. He came to stand beside Sirius who put an arm around his waist and kissed his neck. Severus shivered.

“Hello, mother.” I finally greet her. Her eye twinkle as she looks at me through the ball.

“How are you my son?” she asked.

“I am well mother.” I answer.

“Hadrian!” a voice shouted. My brother Charles face appeared in the screen grinning.

“Charles.” I grinned back, calmer.

“We’re eleven!” he cheered.

“That we are.” I agreed.

“Time to wreak havoc.” he said, this time his face serious, impassive.
“That it is. That it is.”

Chapter 4: Diagon Alley

Notes:

Now things are gonna start picking up!

here is something to be said about the game that these twins play. One against the other, one with the other, no one never knows which side they are on. These twins are geniuses of manipulation, there is no one like them. Salazar would have been happy to have them as his students.
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Upon waking up on the day August 25th, the boys excitedly dressed for the day. For on this day, although it would be no more than a glimpse, they would finally be able to see each other. Hadrian dressed in dark blue robes, while his brother dressed in gray. While Hadrian did everything he could to manage his unnameable hair, Charles simply let it lay. While Hadrian checked himself in the mirror to ensure that he looked no less than perfect, Charles simply walked from his room, perfection in this world is not expected. Although his mother taught him how to be a proper pureblood, most pureblood ideals are seen as dark. From how they walk to how they talk and the discipline they possess, it is all seen as dark. In order to play the game, he must seem as light as the sun.

“Come Charles.” Lily spoke walking towards the floo. Her gait was relaxed, hair down and wild. Her robes a soft blue color that made her appear less severe than she was.

“Remember the game Charles.” James spoke voice hard and unfeeling. Eleven years this man had to learn the game. Eleven years it took him to perfect all of his masks and learn all of Lily’s secrets. Eleven years since he had become dark, but now the game has begun, no one is to know where his loyalties lie.

“Come Hadrian.” Severus spoke, a soft smile graced his features. Hair silky, cascading down his back, he was beautiful. His robes were blood red, as to draw attention, but so dark they would not. Sirius stood by his side, emerald green robes seemed to almost shine in the afternoon sun filtering through the windows. His hair short and unkept, he looked in amusement as his lover.

“Severus, the game is soon to begin.” Sirius grinned as Hadrian made his descent down the stair. Draco trailed after him with the Dark Lord right beside him, both watched their little omega.

“Do not get too excited Siri, there is much to be done before the game can truly begin.” Severus stated turning around and striding towards the floo. Sirius after along with Hadrian, Draco, and the Dark Lord. Lucius and Narcissa already arrived.

“Diagon Alley.” everyone shouted. One after the other they were spit out. Onward they went, from the Leaky Cauldron they emerged, heads held high ignoring the sneers of disgust, and were engulfed by a sea of red.
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Charles POV

“Malfoy.” I hissed coiling like a snake ready to strike.

“Potter.” he spoke as if bored from his mind.

“Prince.” Ronald greeted, lips tight, mouth pinched.

“Weasley.” Hadrian drawled, not even giving him a glance.

“Sirius.” Father snapped, voice full of rage.

“James.” Sirius purred as if he were a delectable treat.

“Narcissa.” Mother greeted, voice impassive.

“Lily.” Narcissa answered, voice void of all emotion.

“You have no right to be here after what you did!” Father roared like an angry lion.

“You never could prove my guilt.” Sirius answered.

“We know you are guilty Black, those murders had Padfoot written all over it.” Remus Lupin growled coming to stand beside my father.

“How cute and yet and still, you cannot prove it.” Sirius turned gesturing for Hadrian to follow.

“A Death Eater in training going to our school, entering our year. I feel unsafe.” I hissed to Hadrian’s back. I saw him tense and held back a smirk.

“Do not worry your pretty red head, I would never stand against the Boy Who Lived.” he turned smirking. I had to bite back a laugh. This was a joke.

“You dare to threaten him. I’ll have you kissed.” Father hissed to mother gripping his arm. The spectators saw it as a placating gesture since he took the tiniest step forward. But those who knew her, knew it was a warning not to go too far with her son.

“Threaten my child again and it will be the last thing you ever do.” Black said with a wand pointed at my father’s throat. Power rolled from him in waves. Spectators thought he was, we all knew he was simply showing off. My father almost smirked but caught himself. He had not seen his best friend in eleven years, he missed him.

“Let him go Black.” Uncle Remus said putting a hand on his shoulder. “There are children here.” His grip flexed as if he were feeling on his shoulder, there was a small growl heard from the direction of Snape. Oh, how Uncle Remus used to love to rile him up while they were in school. I will let you in on a little secret, not everything between Uncle Remus, Snape, and Black was always platonic.

The crowd gasped and yelled out unintelligible things.

“James, that’s enough. He will soon get what is coming for him.” Mother said tugging on my father’s arm.

“Listen to your wife, like the good little dog you are.” Sirius taunted. Father shoved him away hard, he would have fallen had Lucius not caught him. Severus took a menacing step forward and was stopped by Sirius gripping his arm.

“There is something to be said about our acting skills.” Ron whispered into my ear. I could do nothing else but nod.

“Come children, it is time to go.” Mrs. Weasley called turning and walking towards Madam Malkin’s. I could feel Ron begin to tense up. To stay under Dumbledore’s radar, the family had to pretend they were poor. Anytime they were in public they were dressed in little more than rags. Ron hated it, Ginny refused it, the other children understood it. To play this game one must play it right.
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They went their separate ways, the twins. One when to Madam Malkin to be fitted for robes while the other made their way to Olivander’s. Olivander praised Hadrian for his wand, told him that his wand was made for those unafraid to take power, while Madam Malkin gushed about the Boy Who Lived being in her shop. Hadrian the made his way to Flourish and Blotts, where Sirius had to forcibly remove him from the books about the Dark Arts. Charles made his way to the Emporium to get an owl, a snow white owl he named Huntress. How original, Lily thought rolling her eyes. Next, Hadrian made his way to Madam Malkin’s and was fitted for his robes. The witch was beyond flustered, he was beautiful, he was cold, and the magic he held was intoxicating. Charles made his way to Olivander’s. Olivander was beside himself with excitement. Two wands, created to destroy each other belonging to twins created to mould each other. He did not say this out loud, of course, it was not his place to know. Onward the day went, Hadrian making his way to the Emporium and getting a snake.

“They are more useful than an owl would ever be.” he groused.

“Get a bird.” Sirius stated simply, staring at him pointedly, daring him to say a word against him.

Hadrian relented and got a pitch black falcon, Damned, he named it, because he did not want the damned bird. Severus scoffed at his pettiness while Draco looked vaguely amused. Lucius and the Dark Lord had other business to take care of so they were not in attendance.

Finally, the day was finished, all of the necessary materials gotten. And patiently the boys waited for that fateful day they would finally embark the Hogwartz Express and ride onward to their destiny.

Chapter 5: The Hogwarts Express

Summary:

The boys are now on the Hogwarts Express headed towards school.

Notes:

Another chapter done! This one is fairly short though.

There is a beginning to every game. There is a point in which all pieces come together and are set meticulously. There is a point in which, no moves have truly been made for the game has just begun. The board has been set and everyone holds their breath in wait. Who would make the first move? Who would win the first game? For the game lasts until all players are dead.
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Hadrian POV

“Do you have everything?” Sirius asked as we made our way to platform 9 and three-quarters.

“Of course.” I answered, face stern, watching as the muggles rushed about. It must be nice, being a muggle. They do not have to worry about anything really, at least that is what my Aunt says. Everything is simple and easy, or as easy as life can be without the ability to snap your fingers and receive instant results. She claimed that there is something to learn in being patient. I claim that she only says that because she is a muggle, she has no choice but to be patient.

“Don’t worry Sirius, if he has forgotten anything, I’ll take care of it.” Draco said shooting me a lopsided grin. His Prefect Badge shines in the sun as we make our way through the wall separating platforms nine and ten. Our glamorous dropped and we are again wearing our Wizarding robes.

“I have everything that I need. I checked.” I huffed in mild annoyance.

“Come now Hadrian, we are just making sure.” Sirius said ruffling my hair. I shake off his hand and look towards the bus.

“Are you ready Hadrian?” Draco whispered in my ear. I suppress a shiver.

“Of course I am.” I sniff and make my way onto the train. I can feel Sirius’ eyes burning into my back. As I walk through the noisy train corridor, I see the Potters dropping off Charles. They look like a happy family, a sad family. Happy that their beloved son is going to the school that they, and sad because they will not see their precious baby for months at a time. I sneer. It is not as if they won’t be working at the school.

“Hadrian, I told you not to leave my side.” Draco whispers into my ear. I nod my head slightly acknowledging that I heard. I still stare at the Potters and Charles. My mother and father. The woman who made me and the man who helped her.

“Hadrian.” Draco calls, an impatient edge to his voice. I tear my eyes away from the window and follow him to the train compartment. There are already students, some I recognize, sitting inside.

“You remember Emmet Rosier?” Draco asks.

“Yes.” I nod.

Rosier smiles. “It is nice for you to be joining us this year Hadrian. Just know, you are as important to the Slytherins as you are to our Lord, we will do everything within our power to help and protect you.”

“Thank you Emmet Rosier. I appreciate you extending the protection and help of all of the Slytherins.” I bow my head slightly and continue to look out the window. Beautiful green hills speed past as we make our way towards the castle.

“My name is Daphane Greengrass.” A girl with dirty blonde hair introduces herself. She is stunning. Her blue eyes seem to shimmer when the sun hits them through the window.

“Hadrian Prince.” I introduce myself holding out my hand for her to shake.
“A Prince, my father told me about that line. He thought they’d died out.”

“No, it would seem someone just did not record my familial line correctly.” I drawl.

“Yes, it would appear so.” She says glancing out of the window.

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Charles POV

“I guess this is it, off to Hogwarts we go.” Ron sighs looking at the train in barely concealed irritation. I smirk.

“Looking forward to all of the people that will surround us 24/7?” I ask nudging his shoulder.

“But of course. Being surrounded by boys just entering puberty with not even an iota of knowledge about personal hygiene is something is absolutely look forward to.”

“Awww Ron, come on, school is meant to be fun.”

“Boys, listen. You are about to step into the Den of the Lions. Be on your guard. Remember to recruit. I expected greatness from you. You will not like the consequences if I do not receive it. “ Mrs. Weasley smiles pulling us into a tight embrace. Her eyes hold death.

“Of course mother.” Ron answers. I just nod my head.

“Come here Charles.” My mother all but whispers. She stands beside my dad a small smile gracing her features. She suddenly pulls me into an embrace, father joining us. I stiffen.

“Remember little lion, you love us.” Father all but snickers.

“Remember little lion, it is a surprise we will be with you all year.” Mother speaks hauntingly, tightening her hold around my shoulders and digging in her nails. I stiffen.

“Remember little lion, play rough with our little snake.” Father whispers releasing me, along with mother.

“I understand.” I swallow hard, suddenly afraid. My mother looks deranged, my father is watching Severus.

“Off you go. Remember children we love and you and always write. Ronald dear, eat your vegetables. And Charles, do remember to actually feed Pigwideon. Lord knows Ron will not. Tell your brothers to write me as soon as possible Ron dear!” The Weasley matriarch singsongs.

“I love you by beautiful boy! Have a wonderful year! Behave!” Mother calls waving her hand enthusiastically.

Ron and I make our way onto the train finding an empty compartment. We enter and set down our things.

“Come here Charles.” Ron speaks softly once we are all settled. I sit beside him. He grabs my head and pulls it towards his chest gently running his fingers through it. I stiffen.

“Ron?”

“Shhh, let me have this Charles.” Is all he replies. I relax into his touch as the train makes its way down the track. I do not speak, neither does he. We are not disturbed the entire ride. Our lives are about to change. Who knows when we will have another moment when it is just us? When we can let all of our masks drop and simply be ourselves.

Chapter 6: The Sorting

The arrival of this particular batch of students would go down in history as one of the most important events to ever take place. The arrival of this train seemed to shake the very foundation of the Earth. The castle held its breath in wait. She knew important people that would do important things were arriving. She knew that soon she would be free from the prison that…let us not get ahead of ourselves. That will soon be revealed.

Fred Weasley with his twin brother George Weasley, exit the train first. Their gaits are tall and proud, although their robes are frayed and ragged. Their eyes hold a mischievous, almost cruel glint within them.

“Well Forge, we have arrived. What pranks shall we pull this year?” George asks his bother as they eye the first years scrambling over to Hagrid, their little bother Ron being amongst them.

“I am not sure Gred, but we have to top what we did last year.” Fred replies making his way over to the castle, George right by his side.

“Ah, the poisonous smoke bombs in the teacher’s quarters. I still cannot believe we didn’t get expelled. The teachers were sick for days!” George cackles. Fred cracks a small smile as they walk into the Great Hall.

Next, Percy Wesley. Ever the opportunist, is dressed in his finest suit, completely dismissing his robes. People stop and stare at him, but he simply ignores them not batting an eye. Everyone knows that he interns at the ministry and receives a handsome sum. The suit is midnight black and although it is dark, it seems to shine.

“Come now Percy, you must tell us about your Ministry job.” Angelina Johnson pleads for the upteenth time that day. Percy’s eye twitches in aggravation.

“I have told you once, I will not tell you again. There is nothing to tell. It is a boring mundane job that has me pushing papers, but I am making good money. Now if you will excuse me,” he skirts around her going into the Great Hall.

All of the first years make their ways onto the boat.

“Hadrian, stay with Zabini and Parkinson. Parkinson, Zabini, if anything happens to Hadrian…” Draco trails off, the threat is clear.

“We will ensure nothing happens to him, Draco.” Pansy promises, her voice shaking slightly. Hadrian rolls his eyes.

“Draco, I will be fine.” He says as he climbs into the boat to take residence next to Blaise.
“Then it will be you who will be punished if you are not.” With that he turns on his heel and walks away.

“Your Alpha is intense.” Blaise states shaking his head.

“Aren’t all Alphas?” Pansy asks.

“No, I’m an Alpha and I am no where near as intense as he is.” he responds.

“Have you found your mate yet?” Hadrian asks. Blaise’s dark brown skin begins to turn red.

“Yes.” He nods, trying and failing to keep the smile from his face.

“And you do not feel the need to be overly protective of them?” Pansy asks.

“Not necessarily because I know that they can take care of themselves should the situation arise.”

“You don’t think Draco thinks I can protect myself?” Hadrian asks curiously.

“Maybe, but it could also be that he does not want you to. Some Alphas are like that.” Blaise shrugs. Hadrian made a mental note to speak about it with Draco later.

“Look at the castle, it is magnificent.” Pansy sighs out in pleasure. Hadrian could only nod in agreement.

In another boat, not too far away, sat Charles, Ron, and a couple others they would become close friends with.

“My name is Luna, Luna Lovegood.” A blonde haired, blue eyed, mystery introduces herself.

“My name is Hermione Granger.” Straight to the point, bored. Her brown hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, her robes are open revealing a tight black dress underneath, her brown eyes seem to hold a lifetime of knowledge. Some good, most bad.

“I can taste the darkness on this one.” Ron almost moans in Charles’ ear, too quietly for the girls to hear. Charles feels a spike of jealousy before he tightens his arm around him calming him down. Upon closer inspection Charles had to agree with his Alpha. The darkness radiating from Granger was intoxicating.

“My name is Charles Potter and this is Ronald Weasley. But just call him Ron, he hates Ronald.” Charles introduces them politely holding out his for them to shake.

“If you desire to play the knight you must remember your ego.” Luna says dreamily completely ignoring Charles’ hand. Charles snatches his hand back looking at Luna stunned.

“How do you-“

“I know lots of things.” She answers cutting him off.

“You should keep those things you know to yourself. You never know who might be listening.” Hermoine spoke, her voice soft and dark.

“You are a mud blood, aren’t you?” Ron asks to Hermoine stiffening. There is no heat behind his words.

“You know I am. There is no reason for you bring attention to it.” She responds.

“I think we will all be good friends.” Luna spoke dreamily.

Finally, the students arrive at the castle and are herded into the Great Hall. Hundreds upon hundreds of students look upon them. Some shift with nerves while others stand proud.

“Welcome back to those who are returning and welcome to those who is just starting!” An old man with a long with beard and grape colored robes spoke. Albus Dumbledore, the “bumbling fool” of a headmaster at Hogwarts.

“You shall all be sorted into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The people that you will meet in these houses will become your family. The first one up, Hannah, Abbot!” And on the sorting went lead by Minerva McGonagall. A no nonsense woman that was rarely seen with a smile.

“Granger, Hermoine!”

The hat was place upon her head. “Slytherin!” It shouts.

“Parkinson, Pansy!”

“Slytherin!”

“Potter, Charles!”

Silence runs rampant through the Great Hall. Everyone holds their breath waiting to see where to proclaimed boy hero would go.

“Grrryfindor!” The hat finally shouts. The Gryffindors stand with a thunderous applause.

“Prince, Hadrian.”

Everyone looks upon him in curiosity. Some had heard of him, but most had never met him. He looks forward and makes his way to the seat. The hat descends upon his head.

“You would do well to watch out for your brother. He was meant for Ravenclaw but I was…coerced into putting him into Gryffindor. There are some that reside in the Lion’s Den that will not hesitate to eat him up and spit him out. I also give warning to you, tread carefully young one. There are those who will see you dead because of the position you hold.” The hat speaks in Hadrian’s mind.

“Understood.” He replies.

“There is something else, young one. You are not who you think. I cannot go into detail, as to not mess with Fate. But there are things that will happen, terribly great things that will occur. All for you my Lord.”

“Hat, you speak in riddles.”

“It is all I can do. You will have to choose to end us or have us begin anew.”

“Hat-“

“Slytherin!” The hat finally spits out.

Hadrian pauses for a moment, trying to get his bearings. He can hear the Slytherin table and only the Slytherin table politely clapping. He shakes his head slightly before making his way to Draco’s side. Draco looks at him curiously. Hadrian simply shakes his head. At Draco’s narrowed look, he whispers “Later”. Draco slightly nods his head to Professor Perevell, letting him know that Hadrian will tell them later about what the hat said.

“Weasley, Ronald!”

The red-head struts nervously, his eyes dart around the hall and he wrings his hands. Everyone goes silent. They wonder if Ron would be placed in Gryffindor with his older brothers or in Hufflepuff where he obviously belongs.

“Another Wesley, how quaint. There is an army of you all.” The hat spoke inside his head.

“Yes, that is so. So Mr. Hat, where ever will you put little old me?”

“The game that you are playing is a dangerous one, but a necessary one. Tell me Weasley, what is your ultimate goal?”

“My ultimate goal? You want me to tell you, an animated magical object that is under Dumbledore’s control, my ultimate goal? Do you think me daft?

“I am under no one’s control.”

“And yet I can almost taste the dark magic that has its hold upon you. Tell me Mr. Hat, tell me again that you are not being controlled.”

“You are very preceptive, extremely cunning. You would do well in Slytherin, but that would not fit your agenda would it? You have cultivated this image of the perfect Hufflepuff. Do you think me daft? You would bring the whole house to its knees.”

Dumbledore looks upon the sorting with a severe frown upon his face. First Hadrian Prince, a boy he had never heard of. And now, Ronald Weasley, someone who if from a notable light family. He should have been sorted right away into Gryffindor. He subtly checks to see if his charms are working. He can see the magic working. He tries to connect with the hat mentally to see what is being said, just to find he is being blocked. The blasted hat is blocking him.

“I must hurry young one, the Headmaster grows impatient. Come see me again sometime. Make sure to bring Hadrian with you. Do not pretend you two are not more than acquainted.”

“What happened was an accident. Besides it doesn’t work anymore.”

“You may want to get it working again. After you explain its importance to Draco and Charles of course.”

“Its importance?”

“You’ll see.” Ron rolls his eyes at the hats’ answer.

“Better be Gryffindor!”

No one moves to applaud. Everyone is confused as to why it took so long for Ron, a Weasley, the paragons of the light families, to be sorted.

“Well, I must say, this has been an interesting sorting.” Dumbledore stands, chuckling. He breaks the silence that permeated the room. “I hope you all find your new families acceptable, after all, you will be with them for years to come. Before we begin the feast, I would like to introduce you to our new teachers! Lily Potter who will be teaching Charms, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin who will be teaching History of Magic, Thomas Perevell and James Potter who will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and lastly, Severus Snape will now be teaching Potions instead of Defense. Alright, I am sure you all are hungry! Eat up!” He ends his speech by waving his hands and taking a seat. Charles beams in giddy excitement at his parents presence. James is glaring at Sirius along with Lily, everyone can see the discomfort amongst the ex-friends. Remus looks conflicted. Everyone knows that the break up between he and Sirius was stuff of legend.

“The pieces have been set,” the old hat thinks, “the old gods are beginning to awaken. I pray for the young ones, Hadrian mostly. Trapped in between this world and the next, it was a mistake for them to bring him here. His mind is like poison, there is nothing pure about it. But Ronald, his mind is darkness, no light permeates it. He will keep him in line, after all it was why he was sent also. An Emperor and his King. An Omega who ruled all and an Alpha who ruled for eternity.” The old hat sighed. “When this is all over my debt will have been paid. At long last will I be able to rest from my long days.”

Chapter 7: Conversation

Summary:

Remember children, the castle has ears everywhere.

Notes:

Finally another chapter done! It seems like it took forever for me to write this one. Hope you all enjoy!

“Headmaster, you cannot possibly allow Black to work here. He is a known Death Eater and in the Inner Circle of Lord Voldemort’s ranks. He is a danger to everyone here!” James yells fury and fear rolling off of him in waves. Lily and Remus stand silently showing their support. “And not to mention that Prince child. I have never heard of a Prince and yet here one pops up, lost cousin to that Death Eater Snivellus.” James continues to rant. Dumbledore sits silently observing. James was right of course. It was a risk inviting the Death Eaters here but, like the old saying goes, keep you friends close and your enemies closer.

“James, my boy, I understand your concern. Do you not think I have not had the same thoughts. But you must understand, there are greater things at work here. Voldemort is soon to gain more and more power. The best way for us to stay informed and be prepared is for us to keep some of his best men close and under our watchful eyes. At least we know he will not be able to do much.” Dumbledore speaks, that damnable twinkle in his eyes. Lily almost sneers. Of course the old man would endanger the welfare of the children to win this war, she thinks.

“Dumbledore, you cannot possibly believe that this is a good idea.” Remus states, his voice laced with shock.

“It is the best idea for this time during the war. We must be very careful about the moves that we make from this point on. If we make the wrong move, we will lose this war. Charles must continue his training. I listened to you and agreed that he should take the summer off before beginning his education here, but we must get back on schedule. We never know when the fighting will begin.” Dumbledore answers Remus with an air of finality in his voice and a hard glint in his eyes. Lily has to bite her tongue.

“Yes Headmaster.” Remus replies bowing his head in submission.

“Yes Headmaster.” James deflates as if he gave up.

“Good, I am glad you all understand. Now, it is getting late. An old man like me requires his beauty sleep.” Dumbledore laughs to himself. They were clearly dismissed.

“Have a goodnight, Headmaster.” Lily finally speaks heading out the door. They do not speak as they descend the stairs into the main hall. They do not speak as they make their way to their rooms. They do not speak as they enter their rooms. They do not speak as they shuffle about and get ready for bed. They do not speak, they do not say a word. They do not speak for they know the castle has ears. They do not speak for everything has been said. They do not speak for what could they say, the Headmaster said it all.
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“So Severus tell me, how will you torture your very first class tomorrow?” Sirius asks, laying on his back across the bed. He is shirtless. Severus sits at their vanity in front of their mirror brushing out his hair. His hair shines in the fire light.

“I have first years first thing in the morning. They know nothing about the delicate art of potion making.” Severus huffs pinning up his hair.

“Aww come on Sev, you don’t know that for sure.” Sirius says sitting up on his elbows so that he would have a better view of his Omega.

“Did you know anything about potion making when you were a first year?” Severus shoots back.

“Nope. But I never cared much for potion making.” He grins.

“We know. You are absolutely abysmal at it. A griffin has more talent in potions than you.”

“Griffins can’t aren’t human Severus.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I don’t have to be good at potions. I have an Omega that is exceptional at it.” Sirius says cheekily.

“And what if I am not around and you need a potion Black? What if I go to a conference and you injure yourself on one of your idiotic missions?” Severus asks turning to meet his Alphas eyes. A low grumble begins in Sirius’ throat at the clear challenge glinting in his Omega’s eyes.

“Severus-“ he growls.

“I will not always be there to save your life Black. You must learn how to save your own.” Severus speaks breaking eye contact and walking over to the bathroom. Sirius sits up on the bed and attempts to calm himself down. The Alpha in him wants to remind his Omega who is dominant, but the rational part of him knew Severus was right.

“Fine little Omega, you win. I will learn potions as long as you convince Draco to let Hadrian and I start dueling again.” Sirius yells through the door.

“As long as you promise not to almost kill our son again.” Severus answers back.

“It was barely a scratch.” He says incredulous.

“There was a whole in his chest from where you hit him with the cutting curse. It was a wonder he did not die and that our Lord forgave you.” Severus retorts drily.
“Fine, whatever, no more holes in the boy. I promise. If he grows up soft and girly don’t blame me.”

Severus buried his head in his hands in the bathroom. My mate is going to kill us all, he thought fighting back a laugh.
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“It’s so big.” Blaise speaks in awe.

“And hard.” Theo chimes in looking in vague interest.

“And cold.” Hadrian inputs with a grimace.

“Welcome to our dorm.” Goyle mumbles walking over to the bed furthest away from the door.

Theo walks to the bed closest to the door. Hadrian takes the bed next to Theo, and Blaise takes the last bed next to Goyle. All of the beds are lined up on one wall right under the windows that looked out into the lake. The other wall had their wardrobes and a door that lead to their shared bathroom. Their trunks sat at the foot of their beds.

They began to unpack in companionable silence. Until they hear a knock on their door. Theo opens the door.

“Theodore.” The person at the door speaks.

“Alpha.” Nott’s eyes are downcast as his head descends into a small bow. Everyone in the room bows their head slightly to welcome the incoming Alpha.

“Your living quarters are nice. Do you all like them?” He asks curiously.

“Yes, Draco.” Hadrian answers.

“Yes, Alpha.” All of the other Omegas respond.

“You may refer to me as Malfoy, we will soon become very well acquainted.

“Yes Malfoy.” They respond.

“Good. Hadrian come, I want to show you something.” They two walk out of the room and up some more stairs. There are seven floors, each floor houses a different year. There are two sides to the stairwell. On one side of the stairs are the Alpha rooms on the other side are the Omega rooms. The walk up four floor, to the fifth. They walk into the door that leads to the Alpha rooms. Unlike the Omegan dorms, each Alpha has their own private sleeping area, bathroom, and study area. There is a common area right in the middle. From the doors Hadrian can see, there are seven rooms arranged in a semi-circle. They walk into the one directly in the middle.
“This is where I will be staying. If you need anything, do not hesitate to come to my room to find me. Understood?” Hadrian nods his head in understanding.

“Good. Stay here with me. It is your first night. I do not want to be alone.” And with those final words said, Draco lead him into the bathroom.
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“Charles, stop fidgeting.” Ron sighs in exasperation. He takes his hands into his and holds them. Charles slowly looks up from his hands into his eyes.

“How can I Ron?” He asks keeping everything else at bay. The castle has ears, his mother drilled that into him before he left.

“I am with you, my little omega. What have you to worry about? What have you to fear?” Ron growls quietly in his ear. Gently nipping at his neck.

“But you won’t always be with me. It’ll be odd.” Charles replies moving his head so Ron can have better access to nip and suck.

“How my little omega?”

“W-well f-for one thing n-no one would want to b-be my friend. You’re n-notoriously mean.” Charles replies pushing Ron away from him and over on the bed onto his back. He straddles him, hands on his chest, and stares into his eyes. All he can see is amusement.

“Well, if the friends you can attempt to make cannot deal with my abrasiveness, they should not be your friends at all. Should they?”

“Ron.” Charles whines jumping up and down slightly. Ron’s eyes darken but he holds himself in check. Now is not the time, he reminds himself. “We are to make friends and build connections so that we may have people to walk throughout life beside us. How will we be able to do that if you scare everyone away?” Translation: We are here to gain allies for our Lord. If we do not…nothing, not even Hadrian will be able to save us.

“Fine, for the sake of you making new friends I will be nice. But none of them can be alphas.” Ron states firmly.

“Bur-“ Charles begins to protest.

“You are unclaimed. I will not have another alpha sniffing around you.”

“Fine.” Charles huffs.

“I am extremely glad that you are so agreeable. Now let us sleep, we have an early day tomorrow and I hear that one the first day they always have waffles.” He says shifting Charles until he is beside him so that he can wrap him in his arms.

“Fatty.” Charles mumbles.

“Goodnight my little omega.” Ron kisses his forehead before he closes his eyes. What the hat said sits in the back of his mind. How is he going to tell Draco that he accidentally mentally and bonded with his mate at a young age? How does he tell Draco that he holds half of Hadrian’s power? Wait, forget Draco, how does he tell the Dark Lord? His heart begins to beat fast in his chest and he begins to lightly sweat. Charles stirs beside him and he immediately forces himself to calm down. Maybe he will be understanding, he of all knows how tricky magic can be. Yes, he will understand. He has to because Hadrian’s life is tied to his own.

Chapter 8: Day One

Summary:

Hadrian makes a deal.
Draco is met with a small problem.

Notes:

Finally another chapter posted!!! I am incredibly sorry about the wait. I hope you all enjoy!

“Granger.” Hadrian speaks walking into the common room. Granger simply nods at him. “We need to talk.”

“Already?” She raises her eye brow.

“Please come with me. Do not be alarmed, I or no one else wishes harm upon you. I simply desire a moment of your time in private.” Hadrian motions for her to follow turning his back on her.

“You are an omega. It is not proper for you to be alone with an alpha. Female or not.” Granger speaks as she follows him. Hadrian simply shrugs.

“Do you want me?” Hadrian asks turning suddenly and staring her directly in her eyes.

“Of course not. You are not my type.”

“That solves that does it not?” He whirls around and continues to walk forward. Granger glances around to see where they are going. They are in a tunnel that seems to run underneath a the dorms. She berates herself for not paying attention and following the slippery omega blindly.

“Do not worry yourself Granger. I will show you how to enter and exit these tunnels when we get back to the dorm. For now, I just want you to listen. I saw you enter the boat that held Weasley and Potter. You seem to be getting on well. Now, I would be the stereotypical Slytherin and tell you to stay away from them but I have a feeling that would be futile.” Hadrian begins to speak. Granger raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. She waits before she speaks. She waits for him to say everything that he has to offer before she says a word. Her parents taught her this. “You are a mud blood, you know nothing of our customs, have a limited knowledge of the ruling families and of magic itself. You are moody, withdrawn, and hold an immense amount of power. You lack knowledge of our history and have taken Weasley and Potter at face value. You will be eaten alive here. I want to make you a proposition and give you a piece of advice that will save your life. I want to teach you all about the Wizarding World and our culture. I want to teach you politics, magic, our traditions. If you accept, I can make it so no one will know that you were not born here. No one will try to attack you or kill you because of your lack of knowledge. That is my proposition. My advice is this, continue and strengthen your relationship with Weasley and Potter. Those are two people that you want in your corner. But beware of the headmaster. You will soon learn what I mean. So what do you say? Do you accept?” Hadrian finishes holding out his hand.

“Do not be as daft as to think that I did not prepare before I came into this world. I know more than you think I do.” Granger all but growls.
“Oh? What are the three royal Wizarding families?”

 

“Le Fay, Pendragon, and Lancaster.” She replies instantly.

“Le Fay is no longer a royal family. The last descendant died two years ago ending the Le Fay line. The family that took their place was the Delavrose line. They are directly linked to the Le Fay line. Cousins if you will. The Pendragon line was never a royal line, but directly sired a royal line, the Morens. And before you ask, yes, yes they are. And the Delavrose are too. The Morens are a vampiric race that has dragon ancestry. The Morens are dragons. The last line you are correct about. The Lancasters. They are a Wizarding family, powerful. They specialize in the Black and Blood magics. Many that strictly only practice light magic have tried to overthrow them. Everyone that has tried has lost their lives.” Hadrian shrugs. His eyes meeting Granger’s which sparked with barely concealed anger.

“That is not what the books say.” Is her only defense.

“Books are not always accurate.” Hadrian retorts tilting his head to the side.

“Fine, say I take you up on this proposition of yours. What do you get in return?”

“Your loyalty.” Is all he responds.

“And why would my loyalty be something you would want?” Arms still crossed, she shifts to one hip.

“Soon darling, you will understand. Now, do we have a deal or no? Remember you are to stay close to Weasley and Potter.”

“Are you spying on them?”

“Of course not Granger. Spying is beneath me. If I want information, I go directly to the source.”

“Fine Prince, you have a deal.”

“Wonderful.” Hadrian nods his head. “We begin tomorrow.”
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“There is one Alpha you must become close to.” Charles begins to whisper as he and Ron descend the stairs. “Neville Longbottom.”

“He is as light as they come. He would never fall in line with our values.” Ron argues.
“He does not have to. We are not recruiting him, we are simply…subduing him.” Charles answers still whispering, so that his voice would not carry.

“Subduing him?” Ron snorts, eyebrow arched.

“We will have to set up the board so that I can see which players can be ignored, which can be utilized, and which must be destroyed. You remember what my mother said. Chess pieces simply must not always remain the same. Your opponent will then be able to anticipate your moves.” Charles answers striding towards the common room exit. He greets everyone as he passes earning many smiles and a few blushes. Ron trails behind him giving curt nods to anyone that looks into his direction. There is no need for him to be overly nice, he thinks. That is Charles’ arena, not mine.

“What about the others?”

“We will worry about them when they become an issue.” Charles answers as they exit through the portrait into the main hall. Students all but sleepwalk to breakfast. Many too tired to hold a conversation with their new housemates or friends.

“I had a very interesting conversation with one Hadrian Prince. He was most insistent that I make your acquaintance.” A female voice spoke from behind Ron.

“Ah, Hermoine. How are you adjusting in the House of the Snakes?” He asked flinging and arm over Charle’s shoulder.

“Great, truly. And how are you adjusting in the Lion’s Den?”

“Wonderfully.” Ron’s smile is cruel.

“Do you know Prince?” Hermoine asks as the trio enters into the Great Hall. Many of the students, along with the teachers go silent. A Snake and a Lion, getting a long, being cordial? It was unheard of.

“Granger.” Prince calls walking through the door. Parkinson and Zabini are right beside him. “If you are to be in the House of the Snakes, learn who to associate with and when.” His voice is cold, almost bored, as if he did not care what she did either way. He just felt obligated to let her know.

“I must insist that you all take a seat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day after all.” Dumbledore speaks standing up. The Potters and Lupin are standing as if waiting for an attack.

“Of course Headmaster.” Prince nods his head in acknowledgment.

“I thought you wanted me to become their friend.” Granger hisses in his ear as they make their way over to their table.

“There is a time and place for everything Ganger. The quicker you learn that, the more likely you are to survive.” He murmurs back as they sit.
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“Hadrian come.” Draco states turning standing from the table when Hadrian is finished eating.

“Talk to you later Granger. Remember what I have told you.” He speaks his eyes boring into hers. She nods once, stiffly.

“We are going to Professor Prince to receive our timetables. After that you will be able to…do as you please. I have a couple of things that I must attend to. I will drop you off at the common room. You are not to leave and you are to stay with Zabini and Parkinson at all times. Remember what I said Hadrian, if something happens to you, I will punish you. Understood?” Draco asks stopping and tuning to look Hadrian in his eyes.

“I understand what you are saying, but I do not understand why. Do you think me weak? Incapable of defending myself?” He questions looking Draco directly in his eyes. A challenge.

Draco growls wrapping a hand around Hadrian’s throat, pushing him to the wall. Hadrian does not flinch, does not blink. Draco pressed his body against his and he tries his hardest to ignore it. Draco dips his head down to whisper in his ear.

“Why? You dare to ask me why? You are my most prized possession, dear. And I hate when those things that I care for come back tarnished or damaged. You can understand that right? Hadrian.” He asks tightening his grip on his throat and ghosting his lips over his ear. Hadrian tries and fails to suppress a shiver. “Need I remind you of your place?” He hisses pressing into Hadrian harder.

“I know my place and I understand it well. But you must admit, you treat me as if I am a damsel. I can protect myself, and you too. There is no bounds as to what I can do. I would appreciate if you would treat me with some respect and not as if I am a thing to own.” Hadrian spoke his voice full of barely concealed rage. Internally he cursed his body for reacting in such a way.

“Oh Hadrian, Hadrian. How cute of you to think that you are not owned by me. You have always been mine, from the day that you were born. You shall always be mine, until the day that you die. I know that you are strong, stronger than most, but I find myself not caring, for you are my treasure. My treasure that I spoil, my treasure I cuddle, and the treasure that will be punished by the morning light of tomorrow. Do not test me again my dearest Hadrian, or I will tell V and he will punish you himself.” Immediately all of the anger left Hadrian and he paled. The threat turned itself over in his head.

“You can’t.” He whispered, his voice trembling and barely concealed fear.

“Oh, but I can. You know how he hates it when you challenge me.” Draco smirks against his neck, nuzzling him. Hadrian instinctively turns his head to allow him better access whimpering.

“Please.” He pleads unsure of what he was pleading for.

“Behave and I will not say a word.” Draco vows backing away from him. He takes him by the hand and begins to lead him down the hall. Draco ignores how his body hums for his omega. “He is a child.” He thinks over and over in his head. “He is not ready.” He tries to convince himself again and again. “He is innocent, I am too old, he is not only mine. I need V, I need him.” He almost lets out a whimper instead he growls which causes Hadrian to jump. Down the hallway coming towards them, he sees Pansy. He could kiss her.

“Parkinson, take Hadrian to back to the common room. He is to stay in there.” Draco says before all but shoving Hadrian in her direction. Hadrian goes without saying a word. He watches until they go around the corner. As soon as he no longer sees them, he swiftly continues down the corridor. Instead of going to Professor Prince’s office, he goes to Professor Pervelle’s. He knocks on the door.

“Come in.” A deep silky voice answers. He can’t help but shiver. He opens the door and enters into a dark fire lit room. It is cozy for a room that is windowless and in the dungeons. Professor Pervelle who is sitting at his desk looks to be grading papers.

“Draco.” He says nodding his head by way of greeting. Draco leans against the door, a flush overtakes his facial features. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” He is teasing him.

“Tom.” Draco whimpers still leaning against the door. His head is clouded with lust. His skin seems to be vibrating with an urgent need to be touched, kissed, bit.

Tom slowly gets up from behind his desk. He slowly makes his way over to Draco, his eyes intense as he takes in his flushed face. He stops a few inches away from him breathing in deeply.

“You smell divine.” Tom purrs smirking at the whine that escapes Draco’s throat.

“Please.” Draco begs past delirium. Tom takes covers the small space between them and swoops down.

“You want our omega? Go and get him.” He whispers into his ear nipping and licking his neck. Draco squirms, tears escape his eyes.
“He’s too young.” Draco groans grinding onto his thigh that is tucked between his legs.

“You were the same age when I first took you.” Tom replies continuing his ministrations. Draco begins to pump his hips faster as Tom’s hands seems to float all over him. He loses all sense of time. All he can comprehend is the feelings that rush through him carrying him over into completion.

“Tom!” He screams as he comes hard. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out. Tom watched him before he hits the floor smiling gently.

“Oh Draco, oh Draco. If you only knew.” He sighs carrying him to the couch and lying him down.

Chapter 9: Mistakes

Summary:

The truth about the bond
Trouble in paradise?

“I know that this is highly dangerous for us to meet this way, but you must understand that it is very important that we do.” Ron began speaking. They were all sitting in the room of requirement, the only place in the school that was safe from prying ears. Ron received a detention from Black for throwing a paper ball at his head. Having picked up the paper ball he saw the note written on it, “Meeting. Room of Requirement.”

“We do not have long, I would advise you to get on with it.” Mrs. Weasley spoke. She also received a summons from Ron. To get past Dumbledore, she simply stated that she wanted to check up on her children without them noticing. The twins were notorious for their pranks and even more so for not getting caught. There was never any evidence that could get them in troubler but everyone knew, instinctively, who it was.

Ron nods.

“When we were three, Hadrian and I were bonded.” He sates simply and plainly. He waits for everyone’s reactions.

“What?” Tom growls standing and stalking toward Ron. His blue eyes turning red.

Hadrian stands in-between them, putting his hand upon his chest in a placating manner. Tom’s red eyes narrow meeting his own.

“Not sexually of course. Just bonded.” Hadrian sighs shaking his head.

“What?” He grits out. Hadrian ignores in favor of turning to Ron.

“You lack tact.” He hisses before turning around to the rest of the group. “It was an accident really. We were playing around in Potter manor when we happened upon a room. We went inside. It was full plants I still have yet to see outside of the room. There was a man there. It felt like we were in a trance. He said that it was time to awaken the bond, but we were to tell no one until we were told. He then said, Emperor protect your king for he is the key to your fate.” Hadrian begins to explain.

“Why did you not say anything?” James asks, barely restrained anger marring his features.

“We were told not to. We were told not to tell until we were told to tell.” Ron answers glaring at Hadrian.

“So anyway, he said some words in a language that we did not know and sent us out stating in due time we would understand. As the years went by…well, I think the most important thing that you need to know at this point is that our lives literally depend on each other. When Uncle Siri out hole though my chest, I should have died. Magic did not save me, Ron did.” Hadrian again as if it no big deal.

“So, let me get this straight. You both went into a room that you had never seen before, in a magical house, with a man that you have also never seen before. He does some sort of magic on you in a language you do not know, forging a bond that you have yet to fully explain, and you decided not to tell us because he told you not to. Have I missed anything?” Lily says calmly, an almost serene smile gracing her features. She looks unhinged. Hadrian shivers instinctively backing up with every intention on hiding behind Ron.

“Yeah, that about sums it up.” Ron answers gulping, slightly pushing Hadrian in front of him as if to use him as a shield. Tom’s magic is whipping around the room along with Sirius’s. Charles’ looks as if he may vomit. Severus is the only one that seems to not be angry.

“It is interesting.” Severus speaks into the silence that fell amongst them.

“What is interesting about this?” Sirius hisses to his mate.

“Tell me about your bond.” Severus demands.

“Well, we can speak telapathically, dream sharing, we can find each other anywhere, we have in some instances shared magic, our lives are tied together, I could if the need arises be his alpha, and well…” Ron trails off to Hadrian snorting.

“I have to get his permission before I do magic of any kind. And yes, I have to ask before I can be mated. If I do not, I will not have access to my magic. So far, he has given me blanket permission hence the reason that I can utilize it. And before you ask, the man explained all of this before we left out of the room.” Hadrian finishes sending “Chicken”, to Ron through his thoughts.

There are no words. No one says anything. Lily looks as if she is ready to burn down the entire world with how angry she is, Molly would be right there with her. Charles looks as if he is about to cry while Draco…Hadrian looks away.

“I also can feel his emotions. What you did to him was wrong Draco.” Ron speaks his voice leveled. Hadrian’s head snaps toward him. Shock is written all over his features.

“I understand that you have a bond, but that is my omega. I shall treat him how I see fit.” Draco hisses standing up.

“And I will rip your throat out if you treat him wrong.” Ron replies simply.

“What did you do?” Tom snaps.

“Nothing, I just reminded him of his place.” Draco responds, snapping back.

“You treat him as if he holds no power, as if he is an object to be locked up in a tower. An omega is not someone to be controlled.” Ron explains, eyes and voice hard.

“He is someone to protect! And if I have to lock him in a tower in order to do it, I will!” Draco all but screams.

“What are you so afraid of? Nothing can hurt-“

“We are amongst enemies. Anyone can hurt him at any moment. There are those amongst us who would not hesitate to kill him thinking that they are a better fit for their Lord. Do not tell me how to handle my omega. My first and only priority is to keep him alive.” Draco snarls getting into Ron’s face. Hadrian remains behind Ron watching the exchange. Tom stands walking over to Draco putting a hand on his shoulder as if to placate him.

“There is away to go about things Draco. There is a way to protect Hadrian with out making him feel as if he is inferior.” Tom says crossing his arms and glaring down at him.

“He is inferior to us.” Draco states staring Tom directly in his eyes. “Is that not what you told me so long ago? That I should protect him with my life and everything that I am. Ifs it not you who said that he must be trained to obey with out pause and without question because a moments’ delay could get him killed? Was that not you who came into my room and mated with me, as young as I was, so that he would remain untouched? And you dare to stand before me and belittle me as if it were not you that taught me these things. And was it not you that punished em when Black almost killed him, saying that it was my fault. That I am his protector and that I should have been there. I know Hadrian’s power. I have seen it, I have felt it. I know that he can protect himself. But I rather keep him locked in a cage safe than to have to deal with you when he gets hurt.” Draco hisses standing toe to toe with Tom. His face is twisted in a snarl of raw fury. His body is shaking and his magic is cracking. “And was it not you that aged me so that I would better be able to protect him? I am a thirteen year old trapped in the body of a fifteen year old. Was this not all your doing, dear?” Draco raises an eyebrow turning to look Hadrian directly in his eyes. “You are not the only one who was trained.” He states before turning on his heel and walking out. The room is pen drop silent.

“Why would you do those things to him?” Hadrian asks, his eyes wide in horror.

“There are things about this world that you do not understand. It was necessary.” Tom replies tightly.

“And that is why you avoid me. Why you want nothing to do with me. It all makes sense.” Hadrian lets out a bitter laugh. “You Riddle are as much my damner as my redeemer.” Hadrian then walks out the room with Ron’s eyes trailing behind him. Severus moves to go comfort his son.

“Don’t.” Ron says stopping him. “You will only upset him further.”

“I told you that your plan would backfire.” Sirius says simply shrugging. “Wait until he finds out that it was a potion that did that to Draco. You will both catch Hell.”

“I have to agree. You intent was commendable but you should have been smarter about it.” Lily says nodding her head. “And if I know my son, he will not easily forgive for this transgression. The only thing he never wants you to think of him, is that he is weak.”

“You are bonded?” Charles finally speaks. His eyes are downcast and he looks as if he is seconds away from crying. “And you did not tell me.”

“I would apologize but we were told not to say anything. I would apologize but there was nowhere safe that I would tell you this information.” Ron says facing Charles. His eyes are soft but his posture is stern.

“I-You-I can’t do this.” Charles says standing and fleeing from the room.

“Well if that is all, we best get going.” Molly spoke turning to Arthur who nodded his head in agreement. “Fix this Ronald.” Is all she says before they too exit the room closely followed by Sirius and Severus.

“Hadrian cares deeply for you. But he cares more about Draco. You need to understand that before you lose him.” Ron says exiting the room to find his mate.

“Be smart about this Tom. If you hurt my son again, I will hurt you.” Lily hisses to James nodding.

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Chapter 10: Chapter 10 Conversations

Notes:

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Chapter 10
Conversations

“Welcome to day one of Defense Against the Dark Arts. My name is Professor Potter and this is Professor Pervell. We will be teaching you everything that you need to know in order to survive. Before we begin, who can tell me one defensive spell?” Potter asks looking out over the sea of intrigued first years. A hand rose into the air after a brief pause.

“Yes, Mr. Longbottom.” He nods his head towards it.

“Expelliarmus.” The first year answers loudly.

“And you are correct. Expelliarmus is one of the best spells that you can have in your arsenal. If done correctly, you will be able to take your enemies greatest weapon, their wand.” Potter speaks lowering his voice as if he were telling a secret. A mischievous smile graces his features as he playfully wiggles his eyebrows.

“What if they can do wandless magic?” A voice asks. Granger.

“Even then, a wand is the best conductor for magic. Any magic that is produced wandless would be weaker as our bodies, since we are human, cannot conduct the pure magic that runs through out veins. It would destroy our cores.” Hadrian answers her.

“You know a lot about magical theory.” Potter states nodding to Hadrian.

“I read a book on it.” Hadrian answers again shrugging as if it is no big deal.

Potter nods his head and continues the lesson. Everyone studiously takes notes and answers questions. Professor Pervelle doesn’t say anything but his eyes are constantly trained on Hadrian. As soon as class ends he strikes.

“Mr. Prince, if you would.” He nods to the desk that he is leaning on as everyone piles out of the room. Hadrian nods and heads over to him. James exits the room after shooting Tom a meaningful look.

“Sit.” He gestures to the seat directly in front of him. For a moment neither of them speak.

“I have another class.” Hadrian breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry.” Tom sighs out. “I am sorry for everything that I have done to you and Draco. I am sorry for alienating you. I am sorry for forcing Draco into a relationship. I am sorry.”
Hadrian looks at him for a moment before replying.

“It is not me that you should be apologizing to. It is him. You hurt him Tom. You. Hurt. Him.” Hadrian speaks punctuating every word.

“I have already apologized to him. He accepted it.”

“Of course he did. Because you trained him to love you. You groomed him to always forgive you.” Hadrian speaks standing and walking over to him.

“He had every opportunity to reject my advances. I asked him all the while if he was okay with the way things were progressing. He told me that it was.” He tries to defend himself.

“An excuse Tom. You wanted something so you took it. You are his elder. Draco was raised to obey the adults around him and to revere you as his Lord. If you were to tell him to jump, even if it were off a cliff, he would, because it was you who told him to. It is as simple as that.” Hadrian shrugs. “You poisoned him Tom. You traumatized him. You misused your power all in the name of protecting me. I do not need protection. I can survive on my own. I do not need Draco to warm your bed. I can do that myself, when I am ready. What I need you to do is to get to know me. What I need you to do, is get to know Draco. We are people before we are your trophies. We are people before we are your mates.”

Tom sits silently staring at Hadrian. Not a word comes out of his mouth. As loathe as he is to admit it, Hadrian is right. He was wrong. Everything that he did to Draco, he only did because he had the power to do it. Even if Draco said no, he would have still done it because no one denies him anything. He drops his head into his hands.

“I am a monster.”

“Yes, Tom, you are. You took advantage of someone who was innocent. But I forgive you. I know that you can change. Get to know us Tom, truly get to know us. Allow us to fall in love with you, then you will get everything that you desire.” Hadrian speaks lifting Tom’s head by his chin. His eyes are soft, as is his voice. There is only love and a bit of humor shining in his eyes.

“Do you really think he would still allow me the chance?”

“You conditioned him, Tom. You conditioned him to love you and be fully devoted to you. You conditioned him to need you Tom. The only way to fix this is to break the conditioning and get him to fall in love with you naturally, over time, after he knows you and has a chance to decide. I do think he will give you a chance, but it will not be easy. You did something, in the eyes of most, that is unforgivable.” Hadrian answers stroking the side of his face with his thumb absently. Sparks ran up and down Tom’s spine, he had to suppress a shiver.
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Hadrian POV

“Draco, can we talk? You have been avoiding me and I am quite tired of it.” I corner my slippery Slytherin in the Common Room before he can slip out and disappear until late at night. He returns to our rooms after I am sleep and leaves before I can wake up. Last night, though, last night I set my alarm two hours before my normal wake up time just to catch him.

“Can’t. Have something to take care of.” He says coldly trying to brush me off. I roll my eyes at his antics.

“And what pray tell would that be?” I ask in faux curiosity.

“None of your business.” He growls and tires to shove past me through the door. Quick as lightening I cast immobulus. Draco drops to the ground with a stunned look upon his face. His eyes crinkle in anger, I can feel the fire burning behind them. I levitate him up to our rooms and place him on the bed and wait for the charm to wear off. I ward the door so he would not escape. Eventually he gains functionality in his limbs again.

“Hadrian.” He hisses.

“I asked if we could talk. You have been being exceptionally difficult.” I reply unrepentant.

“I have been busy.” Draco replies avoiding my eyes.

“Busy? Funny. Half of the time you are chattering away with your friends, not a task in sight, when you see me and run like a coward.”

“I am no coward.” He hisses, jumping up.

“No? From what I have seen, I beg to differ.”

“What do you want?” He asks deflating. His eyes look tired and his shoulders hunch as if he has been defeated.

“Are you alright? We have not spoken since the meeting when everything came out.”

“You were never supposed to find out.” He finally answers sitting on the bed and motioning for me to sit beside him. I do.

“And why not?”

“My problems are my problems alone to bear. You do-” I hold up my hand to silence him.

“Do you have that little respect for me as your mate? As your other half? Do you not think that I can carry your burdens and my own too? I love you Draco, I have since I knew what love was. You know this.”

“But I also know that you are innocent.”

“Then take my innocence if you must. Rid me of it.” Hadrian responds leaning closer to Draco.

“No.” He says getting up and putting distance between them.

“Why not, would this not solve everything?”

“No Hadrian, no it wouldn’t.”