I've returned from the past

Chapter 8

Dumbledore evacuated all students to the courtyard to get everyone evacuated to Hogsmeade and in the chaos, Hadrian walked up beside Barty- who was beginning to look a little bit pale. 

"Did you get more than you bargained for?" Hadrian asks and Barty flinched away from him for a split second before grunting,

"Oh it's just you-" Barty whipped back around. "What?" Hadrian glared at Barty. 

"You know precisely what I mean. Nicholas Moriarty looks nothing like you-" Barty seemed to look like a floundering fish for a moment, "-nor does he act like you." His words were sharp, violent. "After this I'll be hanging you from the astronomy tower by your intestines," he snarled, eyes flashing brilliant green. "To be so foolish to draw his enemies near is downright senseless, ill-advised and injudicious!" 

"You know words like that-" Hadrian kicked the back of Barty's knee in and the man stumbled for a moment. "I will remind you that I am a teacher-" 

"I will remind you I am this close to blowing your cover," Hadrian responded with gritted teeth, pinching his fingers together. Barty's eyes narrowed. They walked to the courtyard and Hadrian used his magic and spread it over the grounds to get a feel for where everything was. 

As he thought- they were moving up the west side, around to where they were. They couldn't have stayed in Hogwarts. Dumbledore began sending groups with prefects and one teacher at a time to Hogsmeade. Half young half older. 

Hadrian observed the situation and knew they wouldn't make it to Hogsmeade. He drew his wand and walked to the edge of the courtyard, jumping over the windowsill into the corridor and began making his way to the people instead. 

He heard Barty follow him and hiss- "Kid where the hell are you going?" 

"They're on the move, unless you want students to die, Moriarty," he says, his voice dripping with venom, "in which I will kill you where you stand, I'm going to intervene." 

He turns away from Barty but his hand grips his arm tightly and Hadrian whips around- but Barty's eyes are narrowed. 

"Don't be an idiot, your a student. The teachers can fight them off. I can fight them off. You'll get injured." Hadrian glanced down the slope through the window and towards the lake where he saw wizards running the edge of the boundary. 

His lips thin. 

"Then you should leave and take them all with you," Hadrian says, yanking his arm from Barty. "I think that would be enough to keep my mouth shut, don't you?" Barty stared at him and then grunts. 

"Fine. I can deal with that much." 

"At least your not a coward," Hadrian responds bitterly. Barty stared and the shrugs. 

"You swear you won't say a word." 

"A man is only as good as his word. Just don't expect me to like you." Barty nods and Hadrian steps away from him, rejoining the leaving groups. When he looks back, Barty is gone. 

Dumbledore spots him in the crowd and he gets stuck with Viktor, Cedric, Fleur, Draco, three first years, Ron Weasley, Draco and Ginevra. 

They move quickly, the four champions at the front and Hadrian is scanning the area. He can feel Barty moving closer to the wizards- but not fast enough. 

"We need to speed up," Viktor growls, glancing at him. They shared a look and he grunts. Cedric and Fleur both look between them. 

If Viktor had singled him out as the strongest competitor already- then that was some keen sense of perception.