Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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The others didn't leave until ten o'clock in the evening, which was for most part the curfew their parents had set for them with the obvious exception being Abraxas who was old enough to do what he liked. They'd stayed for Lunch and Dinner; it hadn't escaped Hadrian's notice that they didn't even glance sideways at his House-elves. Good, it meant they could take a telling and learning - it might rub off on them with a little luck.

"I'm going to go and have a shower," Hadrian murmured tiredly, stretching out and leaving the living room, not noticing Tom's lack of reply. He had been quiet but that was nothing new where he was concerned. He only spoke when there was something worth talking about, at least to the others. Tom was a bit more open with him but that was about it.

Aiden was right about one thing though, he thought as he ambled up the stairs; it was great living on your own without anyone telling you what to do. That's not to say he wouldn't have given up everything to be raised by his parents as a child. Unfortunately it just wasn't meant to be, still living here was better than being at the orphanage or even in the Leaky Cauldron which admittedly was better than the other alternative. A different version of himself, one that would be completely different would grow up with his parents, at least that's how he assumed it would work.

For so long Hogwarts had been the only 'home' he'd truly known, the only place he'd loved, but he had been such a child. This home he'd made with Tom encompassed all that, even the feelings of belonging he'd had once upon a time for Hogwarts. It went to show just how lacking and unfulfilling his life had been that he'd come so quickly attached to this place. His thoughts continued as he entered his bedroom, wandering through to the bathroom, their room was neat and tidy, something he and Tom ensured, the House-elves didn't get in here. Both of them were neat and orderly, Tom due to his obsessive compulsive disorder (which he would deny of course) and his ingrained need for everything to be perfect.

Hadrian put the shower on with a little bit of Wandless magic then began to undress. Shoving his thoughts aside, he didn't want to think about the past or anything like that, it hadn't happened, and never would. He was going to create a whole new world, one the magical world can say it was proud of. Considering how popular his book was, even in Pureblood circles, there was a sense of renewed hope. He was curious to know what changes it would bring and whether the so called 'pureblood's' could stand the though of letting their family lines become 'impure' as it were. It wouldn't be making them impure; it would be ensuring the survival of magic, and inevitably the family name.

Stepping into the shower, he sighed softly as the water washed over him, he was tired and he hadn't even done all that much today other than sitting around talking with his friends. There was nothing that needed done in the manor, everything had been bought already and had a place of pride in his new home and the money replenished in his vaults with all his various investments. His homework had been done, already packed away in his trunk; there was nothing he had to do other than just enjoy the rest of his summer holidays.

He would enjoy it while he could, he had a funny feeling Dumbledore would be on their ass a lot this year. Imagine trying to fucking interfere with their summer holidays it was unbelievable. Maybe he should speak to the Headmaster about it, he had no doubt Dippet had absolutely no idea that Dumbledore was going behind his back saying that he approved this or approved that. From the conversation he had with Dippet he had no doubt the wizard would be happy that he had somewhere safe and secure to stay away from the troubled Muggle world. Hell the wizard had told him blatantly to use magic if he ever felt that his life was in danger. He had looked apologetic when he told him that he just couldn't stay at Hogwarts. No doubt Dippet was used to having to turn people away and it obviously got to him. Hell Dippet had worked it so that Tom could actually stay during the summer before his last year, he cared.