Hadrian Riddle(His Son)

The Winterbreak

Chapter Twelve:
—-Time Skip to the Winterbreak——

For Hadrian Riddle, winter break meant leaving behind the cold stone walls of Hogwarts and returning to the secluded, opulent estate that was his home. The sprawling mansion, hidden deep within an enchanted forest, was a stark contrast to the busy life at school. It was a place of solitude, reflection, and training.

Hadrian stepped out of the fireplace in the grand hall of the Riddle estate, brushing off the soot from his black cloak. The house was silent, save for the distant crackling of a fire. The house-elves had already prepared the manor for his arrival, and a sense of calm washed over him. Here, he could fully immerse himself in his studies without distraction.

"Welcome home, Master Hadrian," a house-elf greeted him, bowing low. "Master Tom awaits you in the study."

Hadrian nodded, making his way through the dimly lit corridors adorned with dark, antique portraits and tapestries. He pushed open the heavy oak doors of the study to find his father, Tom Riddle, seated at an ornate desk, his eyes gleaming with a rare warmth at the sight of his son.

"Hadrian," Voldemort said, rising to embrace him. "You've grown stronger, I can see it in your eyes."

Hadrian returned the embrace, feeling the powerful aura that always surrounded his father. "Thank you, Father. I've learned much this term."

Tom motioned for Hadrian to sit, and they discussed his progress at Hogwarts. Hadrian shared his triumphs and challenges, including his recent duel with Draco Malfoy.

"You handled him well," Voldemort said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But remember, true power is not just about defeating opponents. It's about control, manipulation, and foresight."

"I understand, Father," Hadrian replied, his voice cold and resolute. "I am ready to learn more."

Tom's eyes sparkled with approval. "Good. We will spend this break delving into the more advanced arts. You will learn spells and curses that even the most experienced wizards fear to utter."

For the next few days, Hadrian and his father engaged in rigorous training sessions. They practiced dueling, occlumency, and legilimency, pushing Hadrian's abilities to their limits. Each session left Hadrian more powerful and more attuned to the dark arts.

One evening, after an intense session, Voldemort led Hadrian to a hidden chamber beneath the manor. The air was thick with magic, and ancient runes covered the walls.

"This," Voldemort said, gesturing to a pedestal in the center of the room, "is the source of our family's power. The Deathly Hallows."

Hadrian's eyes widened as he looked upon the legendary artifacts—the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak. "The Hallows... they are real."

"Yes," Tom said, his voice filled with reverence. "And they are ours. The Elder Wand is a symbol of unbeatable power, the Stone a gateway to immortality, and the Cloak a shield against death. Together, they make one a Master of Death."

Hadrian stepped closer, feeling the powerful magic emanating from the Hallows. "I will master them, Father. I will become the Master of Death."

Voldemort placed a hand on Hadrian's shoulder. "You are already well on your way, my son. But remember, true mastery requires patience and wisdom. Use these artifacts wisely, and they will serve you well."

Hadrian nodded, his resolve stronger than ever. He spent hours in the chamber, studying the Hallows and practicing with them under his father's guidance. Each day, he grew more confident in his abilities, feeling the power of the Hallows coursing through him.

The break passed quickly, and soon it was time to return to Hogwarts. As Hadrian prepared to leave, Tom pulled him aside.

"Remember, Hadrian," he said, his voice firm. "You are destined for greatness. Do not let anything or anyone stand in your way. Trust in your power and in our legacy."

"I won't forget, Father," Hadrian replied, his eyes cold and determined. "I will make you proud."

With a final nod, Hadrian stepped into the fireplace and was whisked away back to Hogwarts. As he emerged in the castle, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The lessons he had learned over the break had solidified his path. He was more powerful than ever, and he would let nothing deter him from his goals.

As he walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, he felt the eyes of students and teachers alike upon him. They sensed the change in him, the newfound strength and confidence. But they had no idea of the true power he wielded, the power of the Deathly Hallows.

Hadrian Riddle was ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead, and he knew that with his father's guidance and the power of the Hallows, there was nothing he couldn't achieve. The future was his for the taking, and he would stop at nothing to claim it.