Hadrian Potter

ANGER

Hadrian POV

Anger. It was such a common emotion that I battled with, punching Theo was a release from it's bubbling pressure.

He deserved it.

It was the lies and betrayals that caused my childhood to be what it was. Tracy was angry, teasing her was probably not entirely necessary, but at times I couldn't help it, she needed to open her eyes and see the real world, she was too innocent and to survive she needed break away from her naiveté.

Some would say she shouldn't, that her naiveté made her good and kind but I had seen and endured the cruelty of what the real world can offer and what you have to do to be able to survive it and believe me I would do anything to ensure she survived.

Funnily enough Daphne didn't turn up that night, I let her get away with that one, she was pissed. But I wouldn't let her get away with it for long.

Waking up, I stretched making the sheet fall exposing my naked body.

I had no idea what today held or what would happen. I didn't like not knowing. I was always taught to consider the unexpected, because if you disregarded it, you would most likely die.

...

Hadrian: Aged 14

I hit the floor hard, again. Fuck. My head was bleeding, just near my brow. I tried to push my body up off the mat, every muscle burned and I felt like I had done 100 rounds with Satan. Even though my arms shook from fatigue, my body still lifted off the ground until I was standing once again.

Looking up I watched Zin in front of me, the bastard was waiting with no emotion on his face; it was completely blank.

"Again," he commanded, gesturing me to attack with his hands. Spitting out blood from my mouth, I walked towards him.

I raised my right arm as if to punch his jaw, at the last second I switched to my left and jabbed it into his stomach. It made contact but he managed to put up a quick defence, it wasn't a strong one, I had surprised him but it still took off the hard impact of the punch.

Before I could comprehend my success, his fist flew into the side of my face, knocking me down.

Even though, I was tall for my age, around 5ft 9 and my muscles were slowly growing from training. I had only managed to achieve a thin layer of muscle over my body, there was no bulk, I was just lean. Compared to Zin, I was small, his arms were as large as my head.

His physical size dominated, standing at 6ft 3, concluding the obvious, that I was no match for him.

I rolled onto my back and stayed there, panting. This was no normal training, I was being punished, for what I had no idea, but with Zin there was always a reason. Someone kicked my leg, it wasn't too hard, it was a warning kick.

Fuck sake. Zin.

"Get up!" Zin commanded, it was neither shouted or uttered, he was mad. I looked up to his face, his eyes were cold and furious, shit. Making eye contact, I glared at the man who had been my guardian for the last 3 years.

"What is your fucking problem," I muttered, I attempted to whisper it, knowing what he was like with respect I didn't want to push it. However, I was pissed. My limbs felt they were about to fall off and my comment seemed to come out without much thought. I inwardly cringed knowing the onslaught that was to come.

"What did you just say to me?" He walked across the mat toward me, leaning down he pulled me up by my t-shirt collar. "Come on Hadrian, always quick to open that fucking mouth, what did you say?" I pushed him away from me, he was getting angrier by the second, but so was I.

"What the FUCK is your problem?" I said the words with pauses, exemplifying my point as I got into his face. He smirked as he turned away.

When Zin found things funny he would smirk, as if trying to not laugh. However this smirk wasn't a nice one, it was predatory.

It was one that promised no laughter.

"Last night Hadrian where did you go?" He spoke quietly, forebodingly, watching my face closely, he was now sat across the room on a chair. He was slouched, one ankle propped on his knee, he seemed like he knew the answer to the question he was asking.

"Out. I'm no child, I can go wherever I like." I snarled, using anger as a front to try to avoid what I knew he was truly mad about.

Last night I went out like usual, the muggle world is full night clubs packed with teenagers trying to get wasted.

However, I didn't take Nev with me this time, I wanted to be alone. I met a muggle girl in 'Toxic,' a club which was one of the favourite's for all who were 21 and under. She was pretty, nothing out of this world, but we were both desperate. That was the only reason for our connection, we both wanted a release with someone who we didn't know.

Now Zin knew.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He roared, getting up of his chair and stalking toward me. When he reached me he shoved me back. "You brought a girl back here. You fucked her in this house." His voice was getting rougher, his eyes wilder.

I had no idea how he knew that, she was gone before I went to bed and Zin was not anywhere near our side of the house. Realising I got caught out, I stopped my silence, "What is it to you, it's none of your business." I clenched my jaw as I spoke.

"This is my fucking house!" He roared, I stared at him. He sneered, and threw and punch to my stomach, then to the side of my face, winded I dropped to the ground, coughing.

"You really are a piece of shit." He muttered, I laughed as blood ran down my chin, from my earlier coughing.

"Why am I, the fuck here then, huh?" I whispered, looking up I saw Zin as he stared at me deeply, shrugging nonchalantly.

Before analysing his response a voice came from down the corridor.

"What are you doing?" A shrieking voice questioned.

Groaning, I sat up as Isabelle rushed over to me, she looked at Zin with incredulousness as she attempted to attend to my bruise rib.

"What is this all about?" She shrieked once more. She was worried, but she was also angry, at both me and Zin.

"Are you trying to kill each other?"

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Staring at the fireplace in my room I shook my head. I wasn't sure why that was one of the first memories of Zin I remembered since being in Hogwarts. I remember Isabelle doting on me the entire day after that conversation with Zin, I loved it.