Not your normal Harry Potter fanfic

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A/N Warning: I do not own harry potter or any of the original book components, those all belong to JK Rowling. I am also extremely sorry this took so long to get out. Forgive me?

Also, A/N- I would really quickly like to say something. One of the worst things in this world (I feel like) is child abuse. So please, if you or anyone you know is being abused, tell a trusted adult or friend. You guys are so important in this world, and no one deserve to go through that.

Hadrian's P.O.V.-

"Papa?" I said, "Can we go home now?" Papa seemed over the moon that I wanted to stay with him. He smiled and said, "Of course my little Prince. Of course." I turned to Griphook and said, "Thank you for everything Griphook. We will be taking our leave now." Griphook said his farewells before Papa apparated us to Riddle Manor. "This," He said, "Is your new home."

"Wow," Was all I could say upon seeing the manor for the first time. I was beyond amazed by how large it was, yet alone its beauty. I could hear the others chuckling at my reaction behind me and blushed, looking at the ground to hide my embarrassed expression. "Come now Love," I heard Neville say as he gripped my chin, "We aren't making fun of you, just realizing how adorable you are." My blush darkened at that, but I managed to smile at him before turning to Papa to ask him a question. 

"Papa?" I asked, "Where are we?" "Home," was the only response I received from him, so I turned to look at him. He had a sad, far away, expression. So, I asked, "What's wrong Papa?" 

"It's nothing my little prince. Just a bit of nostalgia," he said. I could tell he was thinking about Daddy, so I allowed the subject to drop. Changing to a new topic I said, "Can we go inside Papa? I'm cold." He smiled before picking me up and saying, "Of course we can Hadrian."

Stepping inside the manor felt like stepping into a castle. It seemed even bigger inside than out, yet still held a homey feeling once you got past the entrance hall. "Wow," I whispered in awe, amazed by the beauty of Riddle manor. Neville, who was right behind us, spoke up, saying, "You're right love. This place is truly magnificent."

The ceilings must have been twenty feet in the air, and lanterns hung from the walls, giving off soft yet strong lighting. The floors were wood, and the walls were stone yet still held warmth. Dark wooden furniture and tapestries were decorating the halls. It truly looked like a medieval castle, but cozier somehow.  

We climbed three flights of stairs before Papa paused in front of a door. "This," He began, "Is Hadrian's room from when he was younger. It is where you will be sleeping, little prince." Papa leant down, kissing my forehead, after his announcement. He began talking again soon after, "The room to my left is yours Mr. LeStrange. The room on my right is yours Mr. Zabini." After assigning each of my mates a room, Papa carried me into my room and laid me on the bed at the center of the back wall. 

"Papa," I asked hesitantly, "What happens now?" He looked perplexed and asked, "What do you mean little one?" I thought on what the best words would be before speaking again. When I started speaking, I Said, "What are we going to do? I'm finally back with you, but I'm already old enough to have an inheritance and mates. I don't remember anything but pain in regards to my young years, and nothing good ever happened in what I do actually remember. And Daddy is still missing. What happens next? I'm scared."

Papa looked extremely concerned and asked, "What are you scared of baby? What is troubling you? Because while I know a lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours, you have yet to say anything to show as to what is actually scaring you." His words struck me as I realized he was right. I hadn't told them what I was scared of, but I wasn't sure I could trust them with it yet. What if they laughed? What if they didn't want me anymore. I knew my Papa loved me, but what if he stopped?

Seemingly understanding my inner struggle, Papa pulled me close and whispered, "It's alright little prince. All of us will still care for you. I will always love you no matter what. I promise I won't laugh, or tell you you're wrong. Just tell me what's wrong so we can fix it."

"Love," I blurted out before I could stop myself. "What?" He asked, obviously confused. "I'm scared of love," I whispered, "I'm scared of loving my mates and them abandoning me afterwards. I'm scared of loving our family and them leaving me. I'm scared of loving you more than I already do and you regretting it. I'm scared of never finding Daddy and never getting to know him, but I'm even more afraid of getting to know and loving him just for him to leave me of him own will. I'm scared of love."

Papa seemed to be genuinely surprised for a moment, and thus took a minute longer than usual to respond. He looked at me for a moment before saying, "Oh Hadrian." After his exclamation he just held me close  as I began to cry into his shoulder. Letting all of my fear and anger out at long last . It felt amazing to finally get it all out in the open. To finally be free after so long. 

As the tears subsided, I realized just how tired I really was and yawned loudly, much to my Papa's amusement. "Go to sleep, Little Prince," He said as he tucked me under the covers, "I will see you in the morning." Hearing his promise was enough to have me welcoming sleep with wide open arms. However, before I could fall asleep or he could leave, I replied, "I love you Papa."

He whispered back, "I love you to my little Hadrian," just before closing the door. That was the first of many nights I would fall into unconsciousness with a smile on my face.