King of the Underworld (Harry Potter)

Chapter 1

Hadrian Aurelius Salazar Riddle sat on the old stairs of his orphanage, eavesdropping on the old man who was trying to take someone away from his domain.

"Ahh, hello Mr. Silvex, I am here about Harry Potter, I sent you a letter a few weeks ago, if you remember." Hadrian, from the shadows, frowned at the old man in confusion, there has never been anyone named Harry in the orphanage as long as he could remember, and he could remember quite a bit.

"Of course Mr. Dumbledore, it is a pleasure to meet you. Now about young Harry, is there anything you need to know to make sure the school accepts him or would you like to see him right away?" Mr. Silvex answered, already turning towards to stairs.

Hadrian widened his eyes as he finally realized they were talking about him, he quickly ran towards his room. As he was about to close the door fully, he heard Mr. Silvex start to describe him. He chuckled quietly at the absurd things his guardian was saying, how all the other kids loved spending time with him and what a perfect child he was. He shook his head in amusement as he sat down in one of his armchairs and picked up a book from his stack of potion books that he got for his birthday from his uncle. Just as he was about to start reading about the Drink of Despair Potion, Dumbledore walked into his room and sat in the chair across from him. Hadrian raised an eyebrow at the man's twinkling eyes and happy demeanor and quickly put down his book, making sure to hide the title, and stared straight at the man. Hadrian smiled when he saw how uncomfortable the man was getting and decided to start talking.

"Hello sir, my name is Hadrian and you are?" He asked extending his arm and waiting for the man to respond.

"Hello Harry, I am..."

"It's Hadrian, sir" Hadrian interrupted, letting the smile slip off his face.

"Oh, of course, I am sorry my boy, I thought...nevermind, so Hadrian, I am Professor Dumbledore and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," He said as he shook Hadrian's outstretched hand, " Just to get everything straight, Harr..I mean Hadrian, did anything strange ever happen to you, something that you couldn't explain?" Hadrian raised an eyebrow at the question, really could this man be any more obvious.

"Strange, sir?" he asked, playing with the man for a moment.

"Yes Hadrian, something that you could not explain, like a flying cookie or changing someone's hair color?"

"Was that supposed to happen to me, sir?" Hadrian asked hiding a smirk at Dumbledore's worried face.

"Yes my boy, are you sure nothing strange happened?" Dumbledore asked, his happy demeanor quickly fading.

Hadrian grinned a little, blushing with fake embarrassment and looked down, "Well sir, now that I think about it, there was this one time, when I was younger, I changed my teacher's hair green and silver and another time when I changed my toy lion into a toy snake..."

"My boy that is amazing, such transfigurations with accidental magic!"

"Magic, sir?" Hadrian almost rolled his eyes at his own acting.

"Yes Hadrian, you are a wizard and you will be going to a wizard school, just like your parents." Dumbledore said happily.

"How am I a wizard, sir? Were my parents wizards too....did they not want me?" Hadrian asked sadly while standing up and turning towards a window to hide his amusement.

"Oh, no my boy, you see, both of your parents were wizards but they were killed by an evil wizard named Voldemort. He tried to kill you too but the curse bounced off your forehead and that is why you have your scar."

"Scar? Sir, I don't have a scar." Hadrian said as he brushed away some of his shoulder length hair away from his forehead and turned to look at a shocked Dumbledore.

'Oh that's alright, I know he is Harry Potter, even though he is a bit tall and those perfect green eyes of his and those regal looks might pose a slight problem since he looks nothing like James or Lily....it might be a bit difficult to prove without the scar....but at least he will be sorted into Gryffindor, much easier to manipulate, the fools.' Dumbledore looked down and mumbled under his breath. He looked up suddenly as though remembering something, "Hadrian, I have to go now, but I will send a professor to escort you to Diagon Alley as soon as possible, if that is alright with you."

"Dumbledore, sir, I want to go on my own if that is possible." Hadrian said looking the headmaster straight in the eyes.

"That will be alright Hadrian, just...make sure no muggles see you. Diagon Alley is in the center of London, behind the Leaky Cauldron, just ask another wizard to help you, tell them you are Harry Potter if any trouble arises." He said with a smile and once again twinkling eyes and quickly left the room.

As Dumbledore left the room, Mr. Silvex quickly entered, took off his glamor ring, and went to sit down on a chair.

"So, uncle Damion, what do you think?" Hadrian asked the man sitting in the chair.

"Hadrian, I think he will have quite a shock when you are sorted into Slytherin and when he realizes you know everything." Damion Silvex said with a grin and gleaming eyes.

"Why in the world would he be shocked when I am sorted into Slytherin, I dropped so many hints I would have thought a door knob could figure it out?!? He can't always be that bad!" Hadrian said as he plopped himself down in the opposite chair and traced the silver snake necklace that hung around his neck.

"Oh no Hadrian, he's worse!" Damion said, laughing at the look of bewilderment on Hadrian's face. "So, are you going to Diagon Alley alone? Or is your guardian allowed to join you?"

Hadrian rubbed his face "Of course you can come, although we might have a problem with the whole dark vampire thing."

Damion laughed and showed his fangs with a raised eyebrow, "What, is the wizarding world worried about poor Harry Potter being escorted by an evil death-eater vampire?"

Hadrian rolled his eyes and picked up the potion book he was reading before he was rudely interrupted. He already started reading when he realised Damion was still there.

"Well? What are you waiting for, a crucio? Leave!" Hadrian said not taking his eyes off the book and casting a hex at the sitting man.

"Fine brat, but we're leaving tomorrow at noon, don't oversleep." Damion laughed out as he ran out of the room narrowly escaping the wandless and wordless hex.