Harry Potter Merlin's Heir

Chapter 15

8:10 am

Third POV:
Hadrian was walking along the corridors of the ancient castle. His strides were long and calculated as he walked to the office of his Defense teacher.

His body felt heavy. "What did the professor want to talk about?", "Why was he acting weird last night?", "Why does his eyes randomly flash red".

His thoughts were filled with questions that require honest answers from his teacher, his favorite teacher. Professor Quirrell.

Although he stutters a bit, his skills in teaching are remarkable. He is patient with the students, and teaches them in a way that they would be able to understand.

The atmosphere in the castle today was a bit palpable and tedious. The students were still tense about what occurred yesterday evening.

Hadrian abruptly stopped right in front of a broom closet after hearing some... "Erotic" noises. He looked at the door of the closet, horror evident on his face.

He quickly walked away red faced.

Students kindly greeted him as he passed by. His popularity has increased a lot. Not because of his name, but his good will. He protected a hufflepuff boy from being pushed around by a group of 5th year snakes, successfully defeating their leader in a fair duel and making them end up in the medical wing.

Hadrian arrived in front of the entrance of the defense teachers office. His whole body trembled.

He reluctantly reached to knock on the door. His heart beating rapidly. Although Quirrell was his favorite teacher, he also feared him. And he doesn't know why.

He started to think twice if he was ready to confront his teacher yet. He didn't even know why his defense teacher wanted to speak with him.

Hadrian took a long, deep, breath. Gathering the courage to knock. He hesitantly knocked then waited for a response.

He heard a crash inside the office. Although Hadrian was terrified of speaking to his professor, he was also concerned by the crash.

The door opened to reveal professor Quirrell, covered in soot. "M-M-Mr. Potter! Oh- uh- uhm..." He cleared his throat, "Thank you for coming... Please come in Mr. Potter". He moved out of the way.

Hadrian hesitantly entered the messed up office. "I apologize for the mess... I was testing out some.... Spells."

The professor raised his wand and casted, "Reparo!". The fallen closet started to rise back into place, the blown up carpet and desk started to get repaired, the papers, books, and other trinkets started to sort themselves back into their original place.

After a while, the office looked untouched, as if nothing had happened. Hadrian stared at the scene in awe.

The professor cleared his throat again and summoned a chair. He gestured for Hadrian to sit, "Please sit Mr. Potter".

Hadrian slowly walked over to the chair and sat down. Professor Quirrell went behind his desk but didn't sit down. He put his wand on the desk and stared at the raven.

"You are indeed like a replica of your father, but you have your mother's eyes." Quirrell chuckled.

Hadrian just stared at him dumb founded. "Y-You knew my p-parents?"
"Indeed, they were amazing people." The professor smiled kindly.

Hadrian has just now noticed his crimson eyes instead of his normal grey ones. He abruptly stood up in shock, "W-Who are you?!".
"Calm down Hadrian. I am not going to hurt you..." Quirrell claimed.

Hadrian calmed down a little, but didn't sit back down. "What do you want..."
"I just want to talk"
"What do you want to talk about?"

Quirrell stayed silent for a moment then sighed. He opens a drawer on his desk and pulls a photo. He puts the photo down and slid it towards Hadrian.

Hadrian gasped in shock, "Wh-what..?".

The photograph showed his parents and grandparents(the potters), and also another person. The person had crimson red eyes, slicked, black hair, pale, translucent like skin and sharp features, he was handsome, his features resemble that of royalty, everyone in the photo looked to be royalty.

Hadrian slowly looked back up to 'Quirrell'. "Who are you?" He hissed.
"You already know"
"Voldemort!" Hadrian growled.
"Tom." Quirrell corrected
"What?"
"My name is Tom, Tom Riddle..."

Hadrian just blinked at him, "... Uh..." .
Tom just chuckled, "Full name is Thomas Marvolo Riddle. I'm your fathers godfather."

Hadrian looked at him with an expressionless face, trying to take in the information. "What? Why? How? How did you know my grandfather? Why did you accept being my fathers godfather? Aren't you the dark lo-" Hadrian asked rapidly before he got cut off.

Tom raised his hand and Hadrian's voice suddenly paused, but his mouth was still moving as if he was talking. Hadrian realized that there was no sound coming out of his throat and started to panic.

"Calm down and let me talk." Tom said softly, "I am not going to hurt you, I will never hurt you."

He calmed down but his body was still clearly tense as he stared at Tom Riddle.

"I wanted to say that I apologize for what happened 10 years ago.... Please forgive me, Hadrian. I never desired for that dreadful evening to happen..." Tom's tone was full of sorrow and guilt.

Hadrian's eyes started to tear up. He noticed that he can talk again. "Then why did you do it!?" His voice starting to break.
"I didn't have a choice! Dumbledore didn't give me a choice!"
"What do you mean he didn't give you a  CHOICE?!"
"I WAS IMPERIOD HADRIAN! I didn't do it out of my own free will!"

Tears were going down Harry's face, "Imperiod?". Tom nodded, "Let ne tell what happened... Before I do, I want you to sit.."

Harry reluctantly sat down, wanting to know what truly happened.

Tom started, "So it started when Dumbledore invited me for a meeting.... I accepted the invite nervously and went to his office...."

Flash back to 10 years ago:
Tom walked the through the halls of the old castle. His heavy footsteps and breaths echoing against the walls. The place was quiet, all the students were

The paintings greeting the heir of Slytherin as he passes by.

He wanted to stop, to turn back and reject the invitation... But he can't, he doesn't want to be seen as a coward.

He arrived at the griffin that stood as an entrance to the headmaster office. "§Open§" He spoke in parcel tongue.

The door twirled out of the way revealing a set of stairs that led up to the office.....

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Woah. Sorry I wasn't able to update this yesterday!
I'm now planning on updating this on Fridays or Saturdays... I'm currently very stressed out of school. Too. Many. Projects.
Plus I have a test this monday and Tuesday... I also have to pass some projects this monday... I htink 4? 5? Projects...
Anyway... Bye! Have a nice evening/morning! (It's not from where I'm from)

-Cassiopeia (decided to make this my pen name✨)