He walks the length of the lake early in the morning, a habit he hadn't been able to get rid of. The shore was misting over as the temperatures drop to winter and Hadrian is still out there in a black dress shirt and pants with boots.
He prides himself on his sense of style as he had been horrified in his late thirties originally to remember his clothing choices when he looked into photos.
He lets out a deep breath and the basilisk swims in the lake. Dawn was beginning to break and filtered poorly through the fog.
Hedwig is watching him from the trees and Hadrian glances around before summoning a cigarette and grabs his wand.
He takes the thing and taps his wand to the end of it and it slowly begins to flicker before he feels it warm in his mouth.
He inhales and lets the embers and smoke sink into his lungs and has the moderate urge to spew fire as he does when he shifts. Except, his human body can't do that so he doesn't bother.
He lets smoke trail from his lips and watches it merge with the fog, only thickening the blanket that kept him invisible from prying eyes.
Lizzie was enjoying her freedom very very much, swimming and catching a few fish in the process. Water seemed to act like a mirror did and paralysed them but didn't kill them. Which meant for the first time in a long time- she had something proper to eat.
He wands down the lake shore for a bit more, observing the ripples in the lake from the Basilisk following him. He walks as far as he can around the lake, even as the fog fades and the Basilisk becomes lazy in her movements, swaying from side to side, following his protection he offered from the wizards who'd have her killed.
He stops in a cove with a deep drop into the water and drops the cigarette amongst the stones, listening to them crackle before he carefully selects a smooth stone and skips it over the top of the water. Two, then five, then three- then- a sharp hiss as the stone collides with Lizzies eye.
"Massster that hurt." He sighs, walking to the lakes edge and she gently put her face in his hands before offering him a glance at a slightly cut eye. He heals it quietly. He checks her scales while he's at it.
"Hadrian, we've been looking for you." The basilisk closed her eyes, withdrawing and he glances over his shoulders to see Theodore, Hayes, Draco and Blaise all walking towards him. "Is everything okay?" Draco asks cautiously, observing the basilisk who sniffs them, her tongue flicking in and out.
"Yeah, I was just taking her fishing." Theodore walks up briskly to it and pets the basilisks scale. She hisses,
"I like thisss one massster." Theodore glances at him imploringly and he says quietly,
"She likes you. His name is Theodore." She hisses his name,
"Theodore..."
"That was your name, by the way," he tells Theodore. The boy turns curious eyes up to the Basilisk. Clearly curious to learn parseltongue.
"How do I pronounce that?"
"At the forefront of your mouth, short and sharp- Theo,"
"Tha-" Theodore begins.
"More hiss, use your teeth as well."
"Theo."
"He speaks!" The basilisk hisses.
"He's trying to," Hadrian corrects. "And now move it to your nose a bit more, it sounds weird, but more of a nasal hiss. -dore."
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I've returned from the past
ФанфікиHarry Potter has already lived one life- gone to the past to live another and has now returned to live his third- or rather redo his first. Except he's not the boy he was and he most certainly is holding darker secrets. Going to the past has also...
