Hadrian Potter

A Uniform Of Rebellion

Sighing I went into the bathroom to shower, the scolding hot water was a solace. I would have to meet with boys to sort out business. When creating our smuggling operation the main element were the clients, if we had none then our business would never be successful.

That was when we proposed a plan.

To befriend all the children of rich families; would be our in. Therefore; Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Alec Morti, Tyler Zakin and a couple of others were our mark.

Of course since then we had informed them of our plan, it never occurred to us that we would actually be friends with them and trust them.

Ever since, we had all played a part in the business, the boys would introduce us to rich clientele that were friends of the family and we would over our services; discreetly of course.

Getting out of the shower, I walked into my room with a towel wrapped around my waist.

I noticed someone sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room.

"Miss me?" I teased, my brother.

"Fuck off." Nev replied, trying not to smile.

He was dressed in the uniform we were left, it was made up of a black pullover, with green lines that ran along the seams, signifying our Slytherin house. Underneath he had a white shirt and the dark green slytherin tie.

Instead of black dress trousers he wore black skinny jeans, which made me smirk, and lastly pairing it with his black boots, it surprised me that he nearly looked oddly normal as a student of Hogwarts.

However his look seemed a lot more harder, more unyielding than the others who wore the uniform, perhaps due to his tattoo which you could see as his sleeves were pulled back to his elbows or the multiple piercing he sported, including the ring in his nose.

"Look at you huh, Hogwarts boy." I smirked nonchalantly, I was in a mixed mind about Hogwarts. I remember when we were in Knockturn we would always see children our age getting ready for their first year at Hogwarts.

I remember envying them.

What it would be like to have a life so planned out, so perfect, parents laughing with us as we choose our school books.

A dream world.

Because eventually after time, what I wanted changed.

"Get changed, everyone's down in the common room." His tone was stiff, I knew what I had said had pissed him off.

He stood up, making his way to the door as I intercepted him. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I stopped him moving, looking at his expression. He looked angry.

"What." I said, emotionlessly.

"What?" he said, surprised. "Hadrian, I love you man, you know that. You're my brother, but if you do that shit again, I will hurt you." He hissed, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What the fuck are you talking about, brother." I hissed back, I had no idea why he had such a sudden change in mood.

"Tracy." It was all he said and it said volumes, he hated the way I had acted with her.

"Tracy needs to open up her fucking eyes." I said harshly. He looked whiplashed, biting his bottom lip he sighed before throwing his right arm into my stomach. Winded I dropped to one knee.

Laughing, I looked up at Nev who didn't seem happy that he had punched me, he regretted his actions as much as he was satisfied that he had carried them out.