Hadrian Potter: The Dark Lord of House Azaroth

Chapter 10

Hadrian sat in his private office, the massive desk before him covered with papers and documents that required his attention as Lord Azaroth. The room was lit by soft, magical orbs floating near the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow over the black marble floors and high, arched windows. The fireplace crackled gently in the background, and the air smelled faintly of parchment and ink. Bellatrix sat in a chair near the fireplace reading one of the many books she had taken from the library.

As he signed the last of the documents, his mind wandered to the state of affairs in the Wizarding World. Grindelwald had been busy, as always, uncovering important matters that demanded Lord Azaroth's attention. The re-establishment of the House of Azaroth would send shockwaves through the wizarding community, but Hadrian had no fear. This was the beginning of something far greater than anyone could imagine.

His quill scratched the final stroke across the parchment, approving the announcement of the House's return to the Wizarding World. Just as he was setting the quill down, the door to his office creaked open slightly, and Grindelwald appeared in the doorway. The older wizard's eyes gleamed with that familiar wicked intelligence.

"My Lord," Grindelwald said, stepping into the room. "There's a visitor here to see you. I believe he'll be of great interest."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow. It was rare for anyone to visit without prior notice. "A visitor? Unannounced?"

Grindelwald nodded. "Indeed. He claims to be someone of importance. I thought it best you see for yourself."

Hadrian leaned back in his chair, motioning for Grindelwald to let the visitor in. The doors opened fully, and a tall, thin man entered. His robes were of deep burgundy, trimmed with silver runes that shimmered faintly in the light. His hair was graying at the temples, and his sharp eyes glinted as he took in the room, quickly assessing the power within it. He stepped forward with a graceful bow.

"My Lord Azaroth," the man said, his voice smooth and measured, "it is an honor to stand in your presence. My name is Draeven Caelborn, and I am what you might call a Wand Creator."

Hadrian's interest piqued at the title. "A wand creator?" he repeated, glancing at Grindelwald, who watched the man intently. "How is that different from a wand crafter, such as Ollivander?"

Draeven smiled, a slow, knowing grin that suggested deep knowledge. "A wand crafter, like Ollivander, makes many wands and sells them to witches and wizards, hoping to find a suitable match. But I, my Lord, create wands designed specifically for the wielder. A perfect match of magic, intention, and soul. I do not sell wands in shops—I create them for individuals of importance. When I heard of the Lord of Azaroth's return, I knew you would need a wand that reflects your true power."

Hadrian leaned forward slightly, intrigued by the man's confidence. "I already have a wand," he said slowly, pulling out the old holly and phoenix feather wand he 'borrowed' from Ollivanders. "But I suppose this doesn't match my... current situation."

Draeven's eyes flickered with interest as he examined the wand from a distance. "That wand served you well in another life, Lord Azaroth, but you are no longer just Harry Potter. You are Hadrian Azaroth, and you will need a wand that reflects your new self. A wand that will respond only to you, enhancing your magic, your will, and your purpose."

Hadrian considered this for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Let's see what you can do."

Draeven's smile widened, and he stepped forward, pulling a sleek, polished case from the inside of his robes. As he opened it, several polished woods, glowing cores, and finely cut gems floated into the air, each one humming with latent magic. "The process is simple but deeply personal, my Lord," Draeven explained as he waved his hand, causing the materials to hover in a slow, mesmerizing dance. "We shall choose the wood, the core, the gems, and the metal fittings that best resonate with your magic. Then, you shall infuse each element with your essence, your power, until the wand is complete."

Hadrian stood, his eyes sharp as he examined the floating materials. "What would you suggest for me?" he asked.

Draeven studied him for a moment, then plucked two woods from the air, holding them up. "Blackthorn and rowan. Blackthorn for strength, resilience, and destruction, and rowan for protection, clarity, and intuition. Combined, they will form a balance between the light and dark within you."

Hadrian nodded, impressed. "And the core?"

Draeven waved his hand, and several magical cores floated forward—phoenix feather, dragon heartstring, unicorn hair, and more. "Something unique for you, my Lord. I would suggest the heart of a thunderbird and a basilisk fang. One for untamed power, and the other for ancient, deadly magic."

As Draeven continued to explain, Bellatrix entered the room quietly, her eyes lighting up when she saw the materials floating around. Grindelwald stepped forward as well, watching with eager anticipation.

Draeven looked between the three of them. "It seems all of you could benefit from new wands. Why not join in?"

Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with excitement, while Grindelwald's face split into a wicked grin. "By all means," Grindelwald said smoothly. "Let's see what you can craft for us."

Draeven nodded, the materials shifting as he presented new options to each of them. For Bellatrix, he suggested yew wood and dragon heartstring, commenting on the dark strength and intense loyalty the combination could bring. She chose a ruby gemstone to crown the wand, her favorite color, and as she infused her magic into the materials, a dark red glow enveloped the wand.

Bellatrix held the finished wand in her hand, a fierce smile crossing her lips as she waved it experimentally. "It's perfect," she breathed, clearly enamored with her new weapon.

For Grindelwald, Draeven suggested elder wood—not a piece of the Elder Wand, but another branch from the same ancient tree. Paired with thestral hair and obsidian inlays, Grindelwald's new wand resembled more of a scepter than a typical wand, a clear reflection of his desire for dominance and power.

Grindelwald gripped the scepter, testing its weight and balance. His smile was sharp, dangerous. "This will do nicely," he murmured.

Finally, it was Hadrian's turn. Draeven crafted for him not one wand, but two—one of blackthorn with a thunderbird feather core, and one of rowan with a basilisk fang core. Both wands were long and elegant, fitted with silver and gold bands near the handle, and crowned with onyx and moonstone gems, respectively.

Hadrian held both wands, feeling the pulse of magic through each one as they responded to his touch. The black wand thrummed with raw power, while the white wand hummed with controlled, precise energy. Together, they felt like extensions of his own magic, perfectly attuned to his will.

"Impressive," Hadrian said quietly, twirling the wands in his hands. "I can already feel the difference."

Draeven bowed low, clearly pleased with his work. "It was an honor, my Lord," he said. "I shall have custom wand sheaths made for each of you. They will be delivered shortly."

Hadrian nodded in approval. "You've done well. Now, leave us."

Draeven bowed again before exiting the room, leaving Hadrian, Bellatrix, and Grindelwald alone. Grindelwald, still holding his scepter, turned to Hadrian with a grin. "You're now truly equipped, my Lord. But we've one more matter to attend to."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

Grindelwald reached into his robes and produced a small, familiar-looking envelope. He handed it to Hadrian with a smirk. "Your Hogwarts acceptance letter, my Lord. It seems they are eagerly awaiting your arrival."

Hadrian took the letter, staring at the wax seal of Hogwarts for a moment before breaking it open. He skimmed the contents and then tossed it onto his desk with a faint smile.

"Well," he said, standing tall and slipping his new wands into his belt, "it seems we're going back to Hogwarts after all. We leave in a few hours."

Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with excitement, and Grindelwald chuckled darkly. "Let's make it an entrance they'll never forget."

Hadrian's smile widened as he imagined the chaos he would soon unleash upon the school that had once defined his life. This time, things would be very different.