Revenge Served Cold

Arrival

George April 1, 1989, The Burrow

When George gained consciousness, he felt the familiar link to his twin and a well of memories in his mind. He heard Fred groan as the memories rushed through them both through the link.

The war, Fred's death, meeting Death, everything Hadrian told them about their younger sibling's betrayal, being chosen as allies, all of it was there in his mind sharing with his twin.

He couldn't open his eyes yet.

It was too much.

He couldn't believe it.

Was he really back?

"Gred." Forge's broken voice whispered to him.

Right next to him.

All he had to do was "open your eyes, twin mine, please. Tell me what I saw isn't real please. Did I really..."

Opening his eyes slowly he looks over to see the face of his lovely twin Fred.

Alive and real.

Fred.

"Freddy... My Freddy you did, and I missed you so much!" George practically lunged at Fred, and they held each other tightly.

The bond between them is warm like home. Tears in their eyes as the memories play out in their minds, sobs shaking them in the embrace. Finally, it stops, heads aching as they look to each other, a silent vow between them.

It WILL be different this time.

They lay like that together for about an hour before they heard their mother call "BREAKFAST!" she shrieks out to the whole house. Like simply yelling out or something wasn't good enough. The house was big, yes, but it wasn't a fucking stadium.

Something they never told anyone, not even Bill and Charlie, was that they never liked Molly. Sure, they loved her, she was their mum, but they didn't like her. She always puts them down for liking pranks and speaking the way they do. She can't even tell them apart! Even Bill and Charlie sometimes even Percy got it right for Merlin's sake! But never Molly or even Author. Ron and Ginny never tried so they didn't count. The only people outside the family to get it right were Hadrian, Luna, and shockingly Draco.

The newly reunited twins got up and dressed, ready to face the banshee and traitors that awaited downstairs for them to join for a birthday breakfast. Oddly quiet, they descend the stairs and enter the dining room filled with the family they lost long ago in the future that they were going to work to make never happen.

Smiling at their family, they sat down to eat, casting spells at the food to make sure Molly didn't dose them with anything. (a fact they now knew was a common occurrence) They had a few years to wait for the others to get back, so they were going to plan and maybe recruit for the cause as they waited. Lee Jordan was at the top of that list, Cedric being second.

They grinned at each other.

No sense being idle when there was chaos to be had.

Draco June 5, 1991, Malfoy Manor

Draco opened his eyes to see his old room at Malfoy Manor. His memories flooded his mind as he stared at the canopy of his bed in silence. He briefly lingered on his death but filed it away to contemplate at a later date.

Hadrian chose him. HIM. As an ally. He knew this, but he did not understand why. He shook himself from these thoughts.

It was done.

As always, he had a role to play. Strange how this role was much more to his liking than the one he would have had before.

His mother and Father were both alive and relatively happy together. Something he wanted to fix as soon as possible. They tried to hide it, but Draco knew his parents were not in love. Maybe he could work them into happiness. He recalls seeing his godfather giving eyes to his father.

"I can change it all...it can all be different." Draco whispered to the darkness.

A pop signaled the arrival of a house elf. "Tizzy is to let the young master know that breakfast is ready." the young elf reports dutifully bowing low to her young master as she was taught to. "Thank you, Tizzy. I'll be down in a moment." Draco replies, being sure to thank the little elf, whose face is filled with tears before she pops away to report to Draco's Father. He made a mental note to speak to Dobby.

Double checking his shields Draco dresses in his familiar robes and goes to breakfast with his family. Knowing that in a few months he will have his friends with him, and they will set their plans in motion.

Hopefully his own plans come to fruition.

Neville July 30, 1991, Longbottom Manor

Neille Longbottom awoke on his birthday like he always did with cautious excitement. But today he had a bit of an extra pep in his step.

You see. He had just gotten all his memories of his past in one go. He may not have actually been in the meeting, but he knew what he needed to do. He knew what happened and was grateful to have been chosen as an ally.

It was intense. All those memories at once, but now he had all the confidence he could ever need to face his Gran. He wasn't going to put up with her unpleasant jibes and comparisons anymore!

He was Neville!

Not Frank!

He made his way to the informal dining room to see his Gran with the cake the house elves made. He silently thanked them for the wonderful cake they made and smiled confidently at his glowering Gran "Good morning, Gran. Wonderful day for cake is it not?" Just to spite her for the years of abuse to get his magic to show he wandlessly cut his piece of cake and brought it to himself and began eating.

Ignoring the stunned look his Gran was giving him. Oh yes. Pay back was going to be sweet. Revenge was going to be freezing cold. And tomorrow His best friend would come, and things would begin in earnest until Luna comes.

Maybe he can get his OWN wand this time around.

Oh yeah, he grinned to himself. This time Neville Frank Fucking Longbottom was going to ROAR LOUDER than the rest.

He will be the KING.

Harry/Hadrian July 31, 1991, a shack out at sea

They had been traveling for days. Running from HIS letters so they couldn't find him.

THEM.

He lay on the cold, dirty floor drawing a cake with his finger remembering it was his birthday soon. In just a minute he will be eleven.

But he won't be free.

Not of THEM. Never of THEM. He looks at Dudley's watch to see it beep at Midnight. "Happy Birthday Harry" He says to himself, looking down at his imaginary cake "Make a-"

Suddenly his mind is flooded with a tsunami of memories. His first letter, Hagrid, the Troll, the Chamber, Sirius, Pain, his own death, chat with Thanatos, and his parents. Harry groaned as the images spun in his head.

He remembers it all. The truth, his plan of revenge, his allies waiting for him, even his name. His. Real. Name.

Hadrian.

Then it happens. The BANG of the door as Hagrid breaks into the room. Everything goes about the same. He acts as the good little Savior. Well. Until they finally made it to Gringotts Bank.

Hadrian felt himself smirk. Hadrian can't wait to fuck shit up.