King of the Underworld (Harry Potter)

Chapter 5

Two weeks.

That's how long Hadrian had to stay in a horrible little shack, alone since his uncle left after he was cleansed by the goblins, waiting for Lucius Malfoy to arrive. It was no one's fault. Really. Ok, nevermind, it was his uncle's fault.

In other words, when they arrived at the not so burned down orphanage, his uncle still covered in blood, there were people everywhere. As it turned out there was a fire, albeit a small one but still a fire. When the people realized that the head of the orphanage was covered in blood they called the police and Damion got fired on charges of neglect and attempted murder, funny enough, no one knew who the blood belonged to, not even Hadrian. He spent weeks trying to figure out when Dumbledore had the chance to...confound..his uncle and cover him in untraceable blood, he was quite frustrated and annoyed when there seemed to be no possible way for it to happen. So, when Lucius Malfoy arrived with his son in toe, Hadrian was not a very happy child.

"I am here to see, Harry Potter!" Lucius Malfoy announced tonelessly as he strut into the small shack that Hadrian and his uncle built out of old branches of wood that they found lying around, and looked around in distaste and wrinkled his nose in disgust as though smelling something foul, his son doing the same.

Hadrian looked up from a muggle book about Sherlock Holmes with a blank look on his face," There is no one here who goes by that name, sir." He said as he looked back down and continued reading.

"Oh? Well then you must be his muggle friend." Lucius' son said snidely, as he noticed the book that the dark haired boy was reading and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Hadrian watched from the corner of his eye as Lucius leveled his son with a look. "Draco, be nice." He hissed stiffly and turned back to Hadrian. "Would you, by any chance, know when he is to return?" He tried, sounding like he despised the idea of asking a muggle for help. Hadrian looked up and raised his eyebrow. Didn't he just say there was no one here who was named Harry? Seriously, were all wizards like this?

"I said, there is no one living here by that name." He said blankly once more. And watched with hidden amusement as Draco started to open his mouth but shut it quickly as his father gave him another look. Hadrian tried not to laugh as he noticed the annoyance poorly hidden behind Draco's Slytherin mask.

"And who are you then?" Lucius tried to ask with a smile, but it turned into more of a sneer.

Hadrian was really inclined to say his name was Thomas Rune, and say he was a wizard and he was here waiting for his friend. He could already see their reactions, Lucius' eyes would widen and he would try to hide his surprise behind his mask which would fail miserably, all the while Draco would sneer and ask what a mudblood like him was doing living with The Boy-Who-Lived, and Lucius would try to keep Draco saying anything more and insulting someone who, more likely than not, knew quite a few bits more of unsavory magic than his only son and heir, could cast glamours before even starting Hogwarts and would likely be sorted into Slytherin and share a dorm with his son.

Hadrian sighed at the pleasant thought and faced the older Malfoy," My name is Hadrian Potter, how may I help you?" The shock on both the Malfoy's faces was truly priceless, he could probably sell the memory for hundreds of galleons. The smile that split across his face was, for once, fully authentic.

The older Malfoy was the first to recover from his shock and plastered a very fake smile on his face. "Well Harry," he ignored the unamused look Hadrian sent his way." You may not know this, but when a child goes into the magical world they acquire a magical guardian, as it turns out, since your parents are....deceased...I was appointed as your magical guardian by your parents' will, we were great...friends before...the Light Lord killed them in their home and tried to kill you. That means that you will live with my family until you reach the age of majority."

Hadrian blinked, he could not believe what he was hearing, did the wizarding world truly believe he was an idiot, he was raised by humans, not wolves, okay fine maybe not humans but still. With another blink he decided to milk it for what it was worth, might as well get on Lucius' good side. "I go by Hadrian, and who is the Light Lord?"

Lucius seemed to be extremely please with the development. "The Light Lord is Albus Dumbledore. He was afraid that you would stop his muggle ideas and destroy him, so he decided to cut the bud before it bloomed, and kill you wh...."

Hadrian could not believe anyone would fall for that, and by the look on Draco's face he didn't understand why his father was spouting such nonsense either. Hadrian watched as Draco opened his mouth but then probably thought better of it and turned to examine one of Damion's many left over potions. Hadrian turned towards a still talking Lucius and interrupted him." Sir, someone already explained everything to me, could we go home now, please?" he asked a ruffled Lucius, who narrowed his eyes a bit and pursed his lips.

"We must go to Diagon Alley to get school supplies first, then we shall go to my home and get you settled down. Draco, come." He smelled the air near Hadrian subtly one more time while they were leaving, and with a look of disgust turned towards Hadrian. " Actually, we should wash that stench of vampire off you before we go to Diagon Alley, what would people say if they found out that the Malfoys spent any time with lowly bloodsuckers." Draco visibly jumped away from whatever he was touching and wiped his hand on his robes while eyeing Hadrian with distaste.

Hadrian leveled him with a glare and followed Lucius out. Not bothering to take anything with him, since his uncle would come later on and take it to his private vault.