we go down together

Chapter Three

Blue Hair - TV Girl

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He couldn't move. He was stuck in a chair, tied down and bound around his wrists, waist, and ankles. He recognized the scenery, of course he did. He had spent 7 years eating in this hall, 3 times a day, he had seen the people he cared about die in this hall. He had seen people sacrifice themselves for him in this hall.

But not yet. One by one, the dead walked into the Great Hall. First it was the people he cared for most, Fred Weasley came in first. Followed by Remus Lupin and Tonks, Severus Snape, then Colin Creevey and Lavender Brown. Every person he had seen but not recognized walked in after.

"No.. Please don't do this to me. No no no.." Hadrian started thrashing around in his bindings, and it was then he noticed he was sitting in the Headmaster's chair. Albus appeared behind him, snaking his hand around the edge of the chair and then resting it on Hadrian's shoulder, gripping hard.

"You know these people, don't you, Harry?" Albus tightened his grip, and Hadrian stopped thrashing about so violently. "They died for you. While you were off sacrificing yourself, these people fought for you. You were so eager to leave them behind, weren't you?"

Hadrian could feel the tears pooling up in his eyes as he stared at the faces, no one would smile at him. They all stood expressionless. "I believe you deserve this. To see the people that you killed."

All at once, each person gained the injuries they had earned in battle. Gashes and cuts appeared on their bodies, blood leaking and pooling out onto the floor beneath each of them. For a moment, he thought it would go on forever.

He watched them bleed out for what felt like hours, thrashing in his chair, "Please! Let me save them! They didn't do anything wrong, please!" Hadrian was crying, and then it all stopped.

Each person stopped bleeding, and instead started glowing the color of the spell that was their undoing. With one last bright flash, they experienced said spell. Those hit with Avada Kedavra died instantly, those hit with Bombarda exploded, those killed with a simple cutting curse bled out and fell to the ground dead.

Hadrian screamed painfully, and all Albus did was rub his back. "You did this, you monster! None of this would have happened if it weren't for you." Hadrian turned around and spat at the old man, who just glared at him.

Reaching into his pocket, Albus pointed the elder wand directly at Hadrian's scar. "No! Albus, I swear to Merlin, don't do this!"

Albus cocked an eyebrow, and then whispered the words. "Obliviate."

Hadrian shot up, he was in his own bed, sweating his bollocks off. He took in his surroundings for a moment, recognizing his room at Grimmauld Place. With a sigh, he threw himself back down onto the bed and cast a Tempus. It was 6:42 in the morning, meaning he had time to have breakfast and finish packing.

Today was the day he was going back to Hogwarts, he wasn't sure if he should be ecstatic or full of dread. At the moment though, he was both.

"Kreacher!" The house elf popped into the room, ever since Hadrian had claimed the Black Lordship, Kreacher had been a lot more willing to help him.

"Yes, Lord Black?"

"Can you go get breakfast started, please? I need to shower." Hadrian sat up again and wiped his forehead with his hand.

"Of course, Lord Black. Kreacher will make tea too." The elf popped away. Kreacher had picked up on Hadrian's habit, after he had a nightmare he'd always go take a shower first thing and then eat, and the tea was calming so it was an extra bonus.