Hadrian Potter

Chained Contempt

"So is anyone willing to tell us what's happening? We have to go fucking Hogwarts, so why this little interrogation?" He spoke irritated, whilst looking at Dumbledore questionably, who raised a brow at Nev's language.

"Yes, you are however we are taking you to the Potters were they will find out who are and that you'll be going to Hogwarts, it will save introductions at school." Dumbledore said sighing, underneath the Headmasters role, it seemed he cared for our well-being.

My face tightened, fucking hell. Everyone looked panicky, Tracy had told me once how ice cold and terrifying I looked when felt this way, but going to see the Potters made memories of my childhood abandonment start to arise, even at the age 17 I could remember the memories of being alone.

Dumbledore uncuffed me and Nev from the chairs before sending out a message to the Order to meet at the Potters ASAP and one of the order members in the room to notify the Potters that they would be bringing the so-called "Mortem Brothers" to their home.

However, they were told not to mention anything about our identities.

"Let's go boys," said a man, with a short ginger pony tail and a silver earring stud in his left ear, he seemed a lot more easy going than the rest of them especially considering he was a Weasley.

We were handcuffed once more, with our hands behind our backs, an Order a member either side of us. I felt a tug at my naval, then we were slowly whisked away.

We landed hard on the ground, looking over at Nev I noticed he aced the landing just as much as I did; the members of the Order were another story, unbalanced and clumsy were words that came to mind.

I noticed we were just off the property, having to walk toward the wards, making the mansion invisible and secure, Dumbledore muttered something before letting us walk on, the wards were down and Dumbledore was the key.

Through a back door, and through a corridor which seemed very familiar, we came to a standstill outside a large wooden door which screamed arrogance.

"Everybody inside, you stay here, I will return for you as soon as everyone is seated." Dumbledore said looking at us, then turning to watch them file in, once they were through he walked toward us lifting his hand and waving at something behind us.

I became rigid as I turned to see two ministry guards come out of the shadows, but they only stood at the doorway a couple of metres from us, the message was clear, we weren't going anywhere.

Finally he turned and entered the room; closing the door softly behind him but not before looking at us intently.

"Nev?" I said

"Yeah?"

"What a fucking mess." I stated, quietly even though I knew the guards couldn't hear.

"Damn right. Hadrian they can find out, we'll be in Azkaban before we can even say Voldemort." Nev whispered harshly. He was right if they found the tattoo of the snake on forearms hidden by the glamour we would be dead.

We weren't death eaters no, we just ran into a very pissed off Voldemort who thought it would be funny give us his mark. We did kill a lot of his guys and fucked him over big time.

The tattoo did not act like the real mark that would require a submission on our part which we did not give, however it still swirls as if alive and cuts like knives from his implanted magical presence.

Just the idea of having his unremovable mark on our arms was enough for us to be condemned if found. But just because we weren't necessarily with Voldemort didn't mean we were the good guys, we weren't. We were deadly.