Rise of Hadrian D. Pendragon (Book 1)

The Sub's Protection

Stupid know-it-all bookend! How dare she call me a liar! Hadrian snarled stalking the hallways, he needed to calm down before even attempting to ask Hogwarts for the room. Dammit! I need to calm down. Maybe outside can help.. Hadrian, having reached a conclusion, decided to try and make it outside. He wasn't expecting to run into Professor Snape.

"Where are you going, Potter?" Professor Snape drawled out his question.

Hadrian's purple eyes glared at his potions professor, "I would say nowhere special but I doubt you'd believe anything I say at the moment." Why is he here now? I need to calm down. Shit. This power coursing through me is hard to control. Hadrian clenched his fist using his sharpened nails to draw blood.

"Is that so Potter? You would be right in me not believing you." Professor Snape sighed, "You need to calm down Potter. Lest you destroy the school and everyone in it."

"Don't you think I don't know that already?! Dammit!" Hadrian grimaced, I have to get outside and away from everyone. "I have to go, professor." Hadrian turned around and booked it outside the castle and into the forbidden forest. I need to calm down! This power I have to control it! But How?! Hadrian was breathing heavily, the beast was fighting for control. Hadrian punched a tree putting an indent into it. "Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!" Each strike hit true, causing the tree to topple over by the end. Breathing heavily due to the strain each hit caused, Maybe that's what I can do temporarily, but that.. "..Hurt!" Hadrian collapsed, sitting on the ground, the purple in his eyes was slowly receding.

"That must hurt Sire. May I?" another voice muttered out he pointed towards the fist that was slowly turning black and blue.

Hadrian glanced up, his purple green eyes taking in the others' appearance. Squinting towards the other person due to the sun's rays. Hadrian took in the appearance of a tall, black boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes. He was wearing a pristine school uniform in the slytherin colors. "Mr. Zabini. How long have you known?"

"You may call me Blaise sire. To answer your question, I've known ever since my other side has awakened because of Neville." Blaise Zabini answered, "May I heal your hand, sire?"

"I'd like to keep the pain, honestly." Hadrian responded, glancing down at his bleeding and semi broken hand. The pain is helping me keep in control. Is it possible...

"You could always try meditation, m'lord." Blaise spoke the single thought Hadrian was leaning towards.

"Can you read minds, Blaise?" Hadrian questioned jokingly.

"If needs are a must I can, however for you, I don't need to read your mind to know you're scared about this power." Blaise responded in kind, "However until you get someone who is like me, this power will be very difficult to control. You're not even fully awakened yet and you're this powerful. I fear you may need more than one who's like me." Blaise chortled out, he was healing Hadrian's hand since the other let him finally.

"Does Neville know about you?" Hadrian had to question to know if he needed to be prepared for the future.

"He does not sire." Blaise responded quietly.

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"Are you sure the formula should be like that Blaise?" Hadrian questioned dubiously. He wasn't so sure the formula should be read like that. It should be a protection rune sequence. Not the destruction he's seeing. This is weird.

"It's correct, sire. It's a rune sequence for a small fireball. See here?" Blaise began pointing out the different runes and their meanings.

Hadrian continued to look at the sequence dubiously. "I'm not so sure about that Blaise. If I'm looking at these runes correctly then according to the book it's supposed to be a protection barrier. One that's made of fire? But how does that even work?"