Chapter 20

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

Hadrian's POV
"Dad, please calm down for a moment." I said. When dad calmed down, I looked at Tom and said, "To answer the question you asked, yes, you did succeed, twice. Once, when I was a year old baby, and the second time was in the forest 16 years after the first strike. Thankfully, you killed a part of you that was inside me and not my own soul. The first time, I might have been dead if it were not for Mortem."

"What did Mortem do Hades?" My twins asked.

"He knew I would be his master in the future and sent me back after making sure that I forgot about the conversation. Now that I am turning immortal, my memory of that incident is back." I said.

"So, if you decided to be dead, I would not have been able to see my son in Hogwarts, right?" Dad asked.

"And we would not have been able to spend time with you in Hogwarts?" My twins asked.

I nodded with a sad smile.

"Thank Merlin, you wished to be alive then." My twins said as they hugged me.

Dad held my hand tightly. He looked at Tom and asked, "What do you expect now? That I would go back to you after all the stuff you did to Hadrian and me?"

Tom shook his head. "I know it won't be enough to redeem myself. But I will keep trying." He said with determination clear on his face.

"Dad, can you ask the Malfoys to come to Grimmauld Place?" I asked.

"I thought you hated him." Sirius said.

"I did until the blonde apologized after I defended his entire family. He sends letters whenever something new happens in the Wizengamot. As I don't go there myself, I asked him to be proxy for my Potter and Black seats." I said.

Dad nodded and sent his doe patronus to Lucius.

After a few minutes, Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco walked into the lounge. Kreacher had placed another couch and a wing chair beside ours where they sat.

They were shocked to the core if their expression had been read correctly. The mask they put on was crumbling.

"How... not... possible..." Lucius was muttering. Narcissa was simply staring at Regulus and Sirius.

"I know it is too much to take in right now, but Draco, you need to get an inheritance test immediately." I said as I gave mine to Draco.

When he read it and passed it to Lucius, both the Malfoy men got up and walked to me and hugged me despite the growls from my twins.

"We are sorry, Hadrian." They said.

"Now I understand why I was angry when you rejected my hand in the first year. The bond we have as brothers was feeling it as rejection after the reunion." Draco said.

I nodded. "Did the bond settle down now?" I asked.

He nodded. "I have felt better ever since the day I apologized, and we became friends." He said.

"You are Severus' son? What about Tom?" Lucius asked.

"I'm right here, Lucius." Tom said.

When all Malfoys looked at him, they went into shock again.

Lucius said, "I remember your face from the album of my father's days in Hogwarts, which I used to show to Draco and Narcissa. How are you back." Then he looked at Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, and Regulus. "How, in Merlin's name, are all of you back from the dead?" He asked.

"It is thanks to my son being the Master of Death. Mortem, death, had decided that they deserved a second chance and got them back." Dad said.

"You do not do anything normally, do you Potter?" Draco asked.

I smirked and said, "It is Potter-Black-Prince Malfoy."

Draco returned the smirk. "You are the Lord to how many houses now?" He asked.

"Hades is Lord to houses Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Emrys, Lefay, Slytherin, and Guant. He is also Heir to the house of Prince and Ravenclaw." My twins said.

"You would have complete control over the Wizengamot if you were to claim all your seats. The families that sided with the dark lord and fleed from the country were forced to give their seats to you." Lucius told me.

"I shall do that." I said.

"We called you here to explain more." Dad said.

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