Hadrian Potter

Comforting Coldness

James POV

Hadrian was whisked away quickly, I have never seen Dumbledore so scared. I don't think he meant to show Hadrian that because he quickly masked it by turning around and striding off.

I went to Madam Pomfrey so she could clean me up, Lily walked back with me though I noticed her silence.

"Lily?" I asked. She looked up, sadness was evident on her features, my heart clenched.

"What's wrong Lily?" I asked again.

She gave a humourless laugh, "Everything James, everything is wrong." I wanted to cry, it was so sad to see her this upset, but she carried on.

"I wonder what he must've seen an experienced to be so brutal, so strong and cold. To think what horrors he must have witnessed, because it kills me to know it was our fault. We did that, we made him that way. But I have also seen his happiness, his heart and I know that he has been through good as well is bad, which am so glad. I'm so proud to know that we made something beautiful. Because he is. He so beautiful, he is like an angel, and it hurts to look at him sometimes James because it reminds me what I gave up on. My son. I gave up on my son, James." She cried, her feelings about Hadrian literally killed me.

I didn't want to tell her what I did to him in the entrance hall, I don't think she would forgive me.

I whispered sweet nothings as I gripped her tightly, "I'm so sorry Lily." I said, pulling her back to look at her face.

She smiled slightly, "I think I need some time alone," she muttered.

I nodded in return, "Take as much time as you need, I'll be here, always. Before you go though, I was supposed to deliver Will's cloak, would you mind?"

Smiling she nodded, "Of course, I won't be too long." I watched her as she walked off, sighing, hoping everything would be alright again.

Lily POV

And soon as I began walking I knew where I had to go, it was a place where James and I went often in our school days. It was a reprieve, somewhere to forget about everything in the world but the calm and relaxing. Like our love.

As I walked up the stairs quietly, I heard voices. I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself, while draping the cloak around me.

I walked upstairs even more silently, I knew they had to be students and no one was allowed out of common rooms at this time of night, therefore they were out of bounds.

Then I saw her, Thalia. Why was she out of bed, she should have been in her common room.

She sat there looking at the stars, with someone next to her.

Hadrian.

I started forward but something held me be back, no I needed to watch this. I sat down on the step and watched quietly. I was still wary remembering Hadrian's anger. But watching on I couldn't believe my eyes, it was a beautiful sight.

He was so calm, so kind, it made him look even more handsome if that were even possible. Together they talked, laughed and cried. It was magical, it was clear Hadrian loved her, as he even told her a little of his past, which I felt guilty for hearing.

My face crumpled in pain, when I heard Hadrian had a mother, someone who wasn't me. Someone that adored Hadrian and who he in turn adored, that much was clear by the silent tears that held so much love it was almost unbearable to be so close in proximity.

Harry gripped Thalia or Piccolo as he called her, like she would soon disappear, Thalia clung in turn to Hadrian, as if he were her life source, both actions making me crumble at the intensity. She had never had that with Will and she had only been with Hadrian less than an hour, so little time for something so intense to evolve.