The Lights mistake, the Darks Gift.

Untitled Part 8

We didn't really do much, well for me it wasn't much as I have read through all the textbooks between years 1-5 and some of the 6th year. So this class was pretty much a review. Though at the end of class something interesting happened, there was a minute left.

"M-m-Mr. P-P-Pott-er-B-Bla-Black, p-p-please st-stay af-af-after c-class."

3rd POV:

Upon hearing this request Hadrian quirked an eyebrow at the man. He turned to Draco and gave him and his other friends a nod simply saying 'You guys can go, I'll be fine.' They seemed to have understood the message and with one last look they made their way out of the classroom. After everyone left Hadrian strode up to his Professors, or should he say the Dark Lords, desk.

"You wanted to see me after class, sir?" Hadrian asked with feigned innocence.

"W-w-why ye-yes Mr. P-potter-B-Bl-black, I-I-" He began before he was interrupted by Hadrian.

"You can quit the act Professor- or should I say Dark Lord?" Hadrian broke his Professors little stutter show with a sly smirk. Said Professors eyes immediately narrowed and went red, his whole aura did a full 180.

"Hmm? And how did you come across this information?" He inquired, his red eyes gleam with curiosity. Hadrian immediately felt pulled into this red eyes, Merlin, they truly were gorgeous. He quickly shook away those thoughts before looking towards the man again.

"Well it was kind of easy, your eyes kept flashing that red color whenever we made eye contact. And over the summer after Dumbledore came and informed me at the orphanage I was a wizard, I wanted to know as much as I could about the wizarding world so I read many books. One of the said books was on the most recent Dark Lord, it stated that the Dark Lord had his eyes a color no other wizard has ever had. So I asked Draco what color your eyes were and he told me they were red, which confirmed my theory of you being the Dark Lord. Or- possibly hosting his spirit?" Hadrian stated while rambling, looking off into the distance, recounting how he came to the conclusion.

The dark Lord just hummed taking in all the information, before deciding to question a certain piece of information Hadrian kind of slipped out.

"Hmm, that was very good thinking on your half. It didn't even take a whole day of you being here to figure it out.. but I couldn't help but notice something peculiar about what you said." He looked at Hadrian, a pair of vibrant green eyes meeting his blood red eyes, before continuing, "You said something about when Dumbledore came to 'the orphanage' to inform you on your wizarding status? Were you not raised with the Potters? And.. what orphanage is this orphanage you are speaking of?" He blatantly asked Hadrian, who slightly tensed at the questions.

Hadrian looked contemplating on what he should say, sighing after deciding, he began speaking, "Well, after my dear twin was labeled as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' I was immediately forgotten about until Dumbledore suggested an idea. He told Lily and James they should get rid of me so they can focus on Celius, and they didn't want to risk me being jealous of the attention he would get." Hadrian rolled his eyes at the thought, "Anyways, they immediately agreed and I was shipped off to Lilys muggle sister and her husband, who took one look at me and decided on taking me to an orphanage because they didn't want a 'freak' in their house." He paused before telling the man what orphanage he was taken to. "..The orphanage they took me to that night was probably one of the worst things that happened to me. Um- the orphanage.. is called... Wools Orphanage.." He looked down away from the man.

After hearing the name of the orphanage Voldemort was seeing red. He was beyond angry at the Potters for just abandoning their child. He was so angry at Dumbledore, he just wanted to go and strangle the man for letting another child go there. But through all the anger, a sensible thought rang through his mind.