Rise of Hadrian D. Pendragon (Book 1)

Your Immortal Friend

"Get Up!" Rapping on the door begins, "Wake Up This Instance!" The locks slide back so the door can be opened. Sharp raps could be heard as her heels click on the floor while she's walking away.

A young boy groans, waking up sliding his what could be called glasses onto his face. "Stupid bitch of an aunt of mine." The boy mumbles but continues to get up and ready for the day. Above him a thundering stampede could be heard, "The fat one is up and on the prowl it would seem also." he continues his near silent monologue. "I wonder what the fat man is doing? Some chores for once? No.. of course not.. that would be asking too much of this family of three. After all, they seem to think they have me to do everything. Wonder what they would do if I offed myself now." The boy ponders. He sighs and leaves his 'Room' his supposed family placed him in dark thoughts that continue on in his head while he begins cooking breakfast.

"I can't believe I got into the same school as you daddy!" The newly dubbed fat one crooned. "Look daddy isn't my Smelting stick just grand?!" the boy states holding it out.

"That it is, Dudley, my boy. Why don't you give it a good test? Make sure you know how to use it." the fat man grinned maliciously at the young man who was currently cooking them breakfast, "There better not be any funny business boy. We are dropping you off at that hag's house and leaving to spend the day with our Dudley for his birthday." The fat man frowns glaring at the boy.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." The boy replies monotone. He continues cooking for his relatives.

"Vernon, we have a problem. Ms. Figg says she can't take the boy due to her having to get her leg checked at the hospital. I mean if she didn't have so many cats she wouldn't have fallen and broken her leg. Oh Vernon this isn't good we can't take the freak with us. I will not have this day messed up for our Duddlikins." The bitchy aunt wails.

Both adults look at the boy/freak in contemplation. Hearing the mail flap as the mail signals the mail has arrived. "Get the mail boy, and be quick about it!" The boy goes to get the mail after having set down the final plate onto the kitchen table. Heading to the front door he picks up the mail, before going back his instinct kicks in that tells him to go through the mail first. Skimming through the mail he comes across one that has his name on it he looks at the label properly.

Hadrian D. Potter,

The Cupboard Under The Stairs,4 Privet Drive,Little Whinging,Surrey

Flipping the bulky letter over he sees one more message across the back flap.

Hide Me

Taking into consideration that this was his first letter, Hadrian decides to follow that advice and heads to his cupboard. Quietly opening the door he places the letter in his school backpack underneath the book his teacher gave him for class. Once completed he continues to skim the mail upon finding nothing else he heads into the kitchen and gives the mail to his uncle. "What took you so long boy? Looking for letter bombs?" his uncle chortles at his own joke. "We've decided, you will only be getting this £5 note from us. You will grab your backpack and leave. Do not return until after we have. Do you understand Boy?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Hadrian responds quickly leaving he forgets about the note fully knowing that if he took it he would be hit for it. Going over to his cupboard he grabs his trainers and his backpack. Leaving the house he heads to the one secluded place he knows he can keep away from the Dursleys. The Library. Walking in he quietly goes into the only room not in use for the moment. Drawing the blinds down and closing the door, he flicks the switch to turn the light on and the first thing he does is open the letter he was sent today.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am sending you this letter in the hopes to prevent something else from happening. Your approval has already been sent back to the school however I fear that just because the approval was sent in it won't stop the events that have already been set into motion. On that note I want you to go into the Wizarding World and begin your shopping. Yes Mr. Potter you are a wizard. Think about it, have you ever had a strong emotion and something happened? Something that you cannot explain?

Well the answer to that one was simple, yes Hadrian has had that experience before. Thinking about the time his math teacher's hair turned blue after being called a liar and a cheat even though he knows he got the answer right. But that's neither here nor there. Back to the letter.

I'll bet you're thinking about the time you turned your math teacher's hair blue. Granted she was a complete moron and bought all the lies your loving relatives have told the entire neighborhood. So yes you are a wizard. No, your parents were not drunks. They died protecting you from a madman that was trying to kill you. What they didn't expect was for their headmaster to come into the house and finish the deed that madman could not complete. And that was killing your parents. But I digress. I'm getting a little off topic.

What I want you to do is go into the wizarding world where you will then proceed to head into Gringotts. Condense all your money down into the royal vault. BUT leave the potions and blocks for now. I'll have you deal with that next summer. The next thing I want you to do is go into the trunk shop. You need a special trunk commissioned. I'll let you decide how you want the trunk. Once commissioned you'll be able to go to Flourish and Blotts to get a copy of all the books in that store. Trust me you will want all of them.

Don't worry about your wand, cauldron or pet. A man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid will be bringing you back on Sunday. You'll be able to get the rest of your school supplies then. At the end of the day you'll be able to bring your trunk home. Just make sure it stays hidden from the Dursleys. That little spot at the edge of the bed should do nicely. I wonder if they make a speaker set to know when Dear Old Aunt Petunia is awake and begins to wake you. Food for thought I guess. I better end this letter here so you can get going. You have ten minutes to get to the bus stop to catch the next bus into London.

All that money you've been snatching and hiding away. Let's just say you won't ever have to do that again.

Your Immortal Friend.

What does it mean by Your Immortal Friend? But if this letter is right then Hadrian needed to leave. He stashed the letter back into the envelope and headed out the door making sure everything was in its place. He grabs a bus map on his way out the library. Luckily for him the stop was just outside the library.

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A.N. Heres the thing I have this story cross posted onto FF | AO3 | Patron. Book 1 is completed give me a few hours and I'll have all of the chapters on here. Honestly I'm not sure if I should post the stories on here or not. Let me know what you think yea?