No One Messes with the Master of Death

Chapter 22

Hadrian's POV
"I will stay calm and talk, dad. You can sit down now. If anything happens, Fred and George will take care of it." I said. My twins nodded.

Dad sighed and went back and sat.

"Do you want to know how my life was after Dumbledore stole me from dad and put me with Lily and James?" I asked.

Tom nodded.

"Then listen. Do not interrupt." I said. My voice was totally void of any emotion, and it sounded cold even to me. Tom nodded again.

"When I was dropped with the Potters, I was okay. They took care of me. But everything changed the day you came over to kill them.
You fired the killing curse at all three of us, but since I was supposed to be the Master of Death, I was sent back to the land of living. What both of us didn't know was that a part of your soul was stuck to me in my scar.
Dumbledore knew it the moment he saw me. Sirius had me and said he would take care of me, but the coot couldn't have any of that.
He wanted me malleable and ready to sacrifice myself for others. If I was raised by Sirius, I would not be like that. So he placed me with the Dursleys after sending Sirius to catch Peter Pettigrew."

"He put you with my sister?" Lily asked as her face blanched in horror.

I nodded.

"It was clear in my will to never let you be placed with them." Lily said, clutching James, fearing the answer.

"He never cared about your wills. He sealed them the moment t you died and never let them be read.
I was placed outside their door on that cold winter day.
When they found me in the morning, they threw me in the cupboard under the stairs. That was my room until I was 11.
They made me cook, do the house cores and all sorts of things. Vermon used to find reasons to punish me, or he would say that since I was an extra baggage in his house, I deserve it. The scars on my back, chest, and legs were thanks to his gracious care.
Petunia was no less. She used to hit me with pans or used to put my hands on the burner if I burned any food.
Dudley, he is a bully. He made a game called 'Harry Hunting', where I would run and he would follow me. If I was caught, I would be beaten till I was black and blue and had a few bones broken.
You already know how my first year at Hogwarts was.
The second was also terrible. I had to fight the basilisk, kill it, and rescue Ginny from your diary horcrux. I was also bitten by the basilisk, but thanks to Fawkes crying on the wound, I survived.
Third was Sirius escaping Azkaban, dementors trying to devour my soul, saving Sirius.
Fourth was already explained. I was selected as the champion of Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.
Fifth was Umbridge and blood quills. She tortured us with blood quills. All the D.A members still have 'I must not tell lies' carved on their hands thanks to her detentions."

"She used blood quills in school. Why did I never know about it?" Dad asked.

"She was careful not to touch any Slytherins. She knows you would not let it go." I said.

Dad gingerly stretched out his hand for mine. I sighed and placed my left hand in his. He slowly traced the words.

"Sirius also died in fifth year, thanks to you. The only parental figure who cared enough to tell me that I could live with him had died thanks to the fake vision you gave me.
Sixth was a year I regretted the most. It could be harming Draco with one of the most lethal curses or watching Dumbledore dying, as I used to still believe in him back them.
Seventh was horcrux hunting, getting tortured by your followers for a few times, and finally getting hit square in chest with the killing curse.
Thought I would be happy, but fate was not on my side that day.
I came back. I defeated you.
After that, I joined the auror training program and got out with the highest scores. I became the lead auror and was until the poisoning and my evolution." I said.

"I wouldn't blame you for that Hadrian. I was about to fire the Cruciatus curse on you." Draco said.

"You might not blame me for that, but that was the first time I had harmed someone to such an extreme. And the spell I used on you should have been the last option for me normally. I don't know why it was the only spell I remembered." I said. I could not look into his eyes.

"What if you were driven by the potions in you? What if you were placed under a compulsion but those fake friends? As you said, it is not your normal response, even I know that after provoking you all those years. That was the reason I was so shocked that I could not respond to it or dodge it. It is not your fault, Hadrian." Draco said, in a soft voice.

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