Let History Repeat Itself

V

Hadrien enjoyed the feast in the Great Hall, It was quite pleasant as to the ones at the Orphanage. Hadrien sneered at the thought.

" First years please follow me"

He followed a bunch of annoying child is hands neatly behind his back. Walking with pride, a few of the paintings stared at him as he made his way past. He would make himself known in these halls.

They came to the cold part of the castles, it was just perfect. They made it to a painting of a man, with dark black hair and a beard. He leaned on a staff with superiorty. He sneered but peered intensely at Hadren then sneered at the next young student.

" Pureblood"

The portrait smirked and it swung open to reveal and silver and green room. The couches looked comfortable and were made from fine leather. Either green or brownish. You could noticed the lake splashing onto the windows. It was obviously underneath the lake, which didn't bother Hadrien. He quite liked the water. He always had.
Professor Snape stood in front of all the young first years.

" Your house is like your family, respect and look after each other if you must."

When everything was normal, and everyone had slept all the Professor's stood in the Head Masters office.

" Albus?" Asked Minerva, it seemed Quirell wasn't the only one in shock at Hadrien Potter's appearnace.

" Y-yes" stuttered the Head Master, earning him a few raised eyebrows and a smirk from Professor Quirell.

" Was it just me Albus, or did Hadrien look very similar to Tom Riddle?" Murmered Minerva, her white hands stroking the skin of her neck. Contemplating. Who Hadrien Potter was exactly, she was no fool. She could tell by one look he is very powerful.

" He. Is. Nothing. Like. Tom. Riddle!" Demanded Dumbledore, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than the Professor's. That were residing in his office.

" Noo, He's not like the dark lord at all. He doesn't terrorize and bully children at the Orphanage. He doesn't look freakishly like a young Tom Riddle! He doesn't speak darkly! That boy is no child of the light Albus! He is pure evil! I'm also worried why!? He could pass off as Tom Riddles twin brother!!" Hissed Severus Snape, everything went quiet at this. The Headmaster looked like it was simply the end of the world.

" Albus? How is it possible he looks like Tom Riddle? Surely there not... Related" Muttered Madame Pomfrey, who looked very confused. While Professor Quirell raised his eyebrows.

" Why? Is there proof there related?" Pondered Quirell, stuck in his thoughts. Some of the teachers threw him odd looks, as his stutter wasn't present.

" Yes! I remember when I took Hadrien to Gringotts his uncle's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. And it can't have been lying, simply impossible they tested his blood." Exclaimed a very half horrified Severus Snape. Hadrien Potter was indeed related to Tom Riddle. Minerva's eyes widened in surprise, Dumbledore even dropped his tray of lemon drops. Muggle candy spilling the floor, decorating the plain brown wooden floor.

" TOM RIDDLE IS HADRIENS UNCLE?! ARE YOU SAYING LILY EVANS WAS THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN! HADRIEN POTTER IS THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN!! " Screeched Minerva in shock, she fell back onto the wooden chair. Thinking now was a very good time to massage her temple.

Everybody turned to the noise of Quirell mutterings like. Sister? Uncle? Lily Gaunt? Adopted? Murder? Shit? Fuck? Son of a - but before Quirell could say anything further he was interuppted.

" Professor Quirell maybe you should stop your childish mumbling" Snapped Severus Snape.

Everything went quiet trying to process the information.

" Well we must try and turn Hadrien to the light. He's to like Tom Riddle for my liking" grumbled Dumbledore, looking rather like he had been actually sucking on lemons.

After a few moments. Silence passed, then everyone except Dumbledore walked out of the office.

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Hadrien Potter made sure his emerald tie was done neatly. He wore a plain grey blazer, and long grey pants. His brown hair was camly and neatly combed, but his eyes glowed with a promise of death. Smirking to himself he made his way to breakfast, ignore the whispers and stares.

He would have to put a stop to that. He noticed three fifth year Slytherins stomping towards him.

" Potter! Who the fuck do you think you are?! You filthy half-blood. Where here to put you in your place!" The leader sounded extremely pleased. He nodded his head in amusement.

" And pray tell? Whom is going to put me in my so called place!" Raising an eyebrow challenging the boy in front of him.

" Me!" The boy puffed his chest, like he was the king. Hadrien hated bulliss like him. He smirked.

" Okay" he muttered.

Hadrien flicked his hand, during the flick you could hear a crack of bones. Everybody in the corridor witnessed the foolish Pureblood screaming on the floor. Bones poking out of his skin, many looked horrified. They stared at him in horror, like he were there worst nightmare.

Hadrien spun around on his heel pointing at a fellow Hufflepuff.

" You!" Hadrien made a ' come here' signal with his hand. The Hufflepuff didn't waste anytime, jogging to stand beside him. Not wanting to end up like the poor boy at Hadrien Potter's feet.

" Take him to the hospital wing!" Hadrien ordered. The Hufflepuff nodded, and dragged the broken and unconscious fifth formed Slytherin with him.

Hadrien snarled at everyone in the corridor, challenging them to dare defy him. Before abruptly entering the Great Hall with a swirl of robes, nobody that day noticed the red eyes staring intensely at Hadrien Potter.

Every witness knew, Hadrien Potter may have been the boy who lived but they knew for sure. The light were doomed. Very much so.