No One Messes with the Master of Death

Chapter 18

A/N:
"Fred" is Fred speaking
"George" is George speaking
"Fred and George" is both speaking

Hadrian's POV
I jolted awake thanks to the pain I was feeling in the chest. I tried to slip out of bed without waking the twins, but I couldn't.

"Where are you going, Hades?" Fred asked as George cast the lumos charm. When they saw the pain in my face, Fred bolted out to get dad.

George leaned onto the headboard and pulled me close to him. He let me lean onto him and wrapped his hands around me.

Fred and dad sprinted in.

"How bad is it?" Dad asked.

"As bad as I felt after the purge." I said.

"That bad!" Dad exclaimed.

Fred had taken his place beside George and shifted me so that I was leaning on both of them.

Dad sat to the side of the bed and held my hand. "If your father was here, he would know what to do." Dad sighed.

I know he was missing Tom Riddle, and it was showing in his eyes. I wanted my father back, but not as someone who wants to kill me.

"We'll get over this today. I will call Mortem later to ask what I can do about it. My test showed I had the ability of necromancy." I said.

I grunted when the pain increased. Fred and George held me tight as Dad tightened his grip on my hand.

Slowly, I was whimpering. The pain was too much for me to bear. It felt like a lot of people had cast the Cruciatus curse on me at once. It was a good thing that the pain hasn't reached the stage where I would be writhing.

"What if we pass our magic into you, Hades?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, since we are your mates, our magic would not be rejected by yours." George agreed.

Dad also seemed to agree to it.

"Try, but in small amounts. Do not exhaust yourself." I whispered.

They nodded.

First, Fred tried. When his magic entered, I felt a protective layer on my core. The pain had reduced a little.

Next, it was George. Even his magic felt protective of me.

Dad tried at last. When he transferred some magic, it felt familiar, like my own but not mine. It improved my resistance to pain.

"It is better. But that is enough. I think I can sleep if the pain is just like this. You also need your rest. You have shops to handle." I said.

"We..."

"Decided..."

"To close..."

"Weasleys Wizarding Weezes..."

"Until you recover Hades." My twins said.

"I decided to close my shop as well. You are my priority, Hadrian." Dad said.

I smiled at them.

I relaxed in the hold of my twins and tried to sleep when I felt someone trying to enter the wards.

"Someone is trying to get inside. I don't know who it is." I said.

Dad got up, drew his wand out, and slowly walked out. I didn't want to leave him alone if it was someone threatening.

Fred and George seemed to understand as they got up and held their hands out so that they could help me out of the bed.

When we reached downstairs, dad was fighting with cloaked figures.

"Stop fighting." I said as I produced a loud noise from the wand.

All the figures looked at me and then lowered their wands. Dad did as well, but he was standing in front of me defensively.

At that very moment, there was an owl tapping the window. Dad walked to it, took the letter, gave it some treats, and let it fly back. Then he gave the letter to me as it was addressed to me.

It was a letter from Percy. I didn't know that was his owl. His was an eagle owl. Never mind. I opened the letter after breaking the seal on the envelope.

Dear Hadrian,
The people who would have entered your house, as you read this letter, are not dangerous. They said they were your family, but their location was wrong. They thought you would be in the Burrow. I told them about your place and asked them to go there. They showed their inheritance test as well as vowed on their magic that what they were telling was the truth.
They said they came here from the land of the dead. Means, they were dead. Ask your father not to attack them immediately. And tell him to listen to one of them without getting mad at him.
Yours,
Percy Weasley.

The one who was fighting with dad before lowered his hood. He had a close resemblance to Tom Riddle.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?" I asked. The man nodded.

Dad was about to shout at the person when I held his hand. He looked at me, and I shook his head and passed the letter to him.

After reading the letter, dad looked at Tom and said, "Before you speak, I want all of you to remove the hoods and give your wands to me."

The remaining people lowered their hoods and gave their wands.

Being shocked would have been the understatement of the year. Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, and Regulus were standing in front of us. They were supposed to be dead.

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