Hadrian Potter

Deal with the Devil

Daphne POV

I never went to Hadrian's room that night, he invited me, that was obvious he was anything but subtle, but there was no way I would please him that night.

I was too angry.

Saying that, my anger seemed to recede itself greatly by the next morning as I descended the Slytherin girl's dormitory stairs.

My heart thumped excitedly at the expectation of seeing him. I had always secretly wished that Hadrian and Neville would come to Hogwarts. When they worked at Knockturn, I would also hope in some way they would change there mind and I would get to see them.

See him.

Everyday.

...

Year 4, Hogsmeade

It was Christmas and it was snowing, heavily. I had my black cloak and green Slytherin scarf wrapped around my body tightly covering my uniform snuggly, to try to keep out most of the bitter cold. Tracy walked with me, just to my right, while Draco was walking quietly on my left.

Although it was now below freezing, Hogsmeade still looked magnificent. Like a scene from a Christmas card, Hogsmeade was a small village, filled with shops fronts and thatched roofs. A layer of snow covered everything, from the roofs to the village trees.

We had decided to meet the rest of the Slytherin 4th years at The Three Broomsticks; the trip into Hogsmeade had been initially for buying christmas presents but the cold winter weather made it almost impossible to survive the trek from one village store to the other.

"You go in, I'm just going to get a gift for mother." Tracy said, distractedly, I was surprised she was willing to go out in the blizzard a moment longer, as the pub was insight and looked warm and comfortable. Not to mention we still had another weekend to get gifts.

Looking up at her questionably, I tried to ignore the look that she gave Draco when she assumed I wasn't looking.

I wouldn't normally feel the need question her about it, I didn't mind them having secrets but secrets large enough that cause them to lie to my face justified my suspicion and curiosity.

Playing the fool, I nodded, giving a easy smile and turned to walk across the deep white snow into the warm pub shutting the door behind me.

I waited for a couple of moments, before I opened it quietly and began walking lightly after them. Instead of walking towards the shops they turned into an alleyway where they stopped and waited. The alleyway was long a dark and held no attraction to anyone.

Curious, I waited out of sight. A couple of seconds passed before I noticed two figures march towards Draco and Tracy, making my heart hurt with panic.

The first figure that came into focus was a tall boy, light brown hair framed his face under his hood, while warm brown eyes took in Tracy adoringly. He was quite beautiful, his frame was strong and proud. It was another couple of seconds later when the other figure came into sight. Cigarette in one hand, he too marched towards, the now trio.

I was immediately intrigued.

My eyes widened as I took him in, dark hair covered his head in an almost lazy way. This figure didn't bother to shelter himself from the cold. His cloak hung casually over his body, which alike the first figure, was strong. However this figure managed carry a different sort of aura about him, it more than mysterious, it was dark.

It immediately put me on edge.

It might've had something to do with his eyes, I remember not being able to look away from them, they shone bright green in the blizzard snow fall, this boy was out of this world.

I attempted to lean and quietly listen to their whispering conversation. Tracy leaned forward as if to hug this terrifying figure, however was stopped when he put up a hand to stop her. I didn't know what was happening until he spoke.

"We aren't alone." His tone was just as terrifying as his appearance.

Dark and furious.

...

That day in Hogsmeade was cemented in my mind forever.

I had always been sheltered. When growing up in a pureblood household you had do learn certain things to ensure you reflect appropriately on your family. What you wore and how you acted was always important. Money, was the main power that a pureblood family would hold over smaller houses and with it you could do pretty much anything.

However all of this, and I was none the wiser about what really happens in the world.

Knockturn Alley, some would say was a place of danger.

I had never believed that.

I was quite comfortable walking through the streets collecting rare items that you couldn't find in Diagon Alley. It wasn't until I really opened my eyes, I realised that the 4 auror's in black cloaks didn't just come with me for light hearted chatter.

They signified my families power.

They continued to shelter me, this time from all the evil in the Alley.

Meeting the mysterious figure that night, made me wake up from the pathetic idealism I walked around with. I started to learn more defence against the dark arts, attempting to quicken my reactions.

I wanted to be prepared.

As I got changed in the morning, I couldn't help but try extra hard. I woke a little earlier to ensure I had enough time. I showered and then did my hair, making sure it sat how I liked. My uniform hadn't really changed over the last few years, so I dressed from habit.

My black heels made me feel powerful as I descended the slytherin stairs. Flicking my hair over my shoulder I walked toward the comfy armchair by the fire. The room was empty.

I sat staring into the flickering fire until I heard footsteps, turning I saw the boys waltz down looking pretty suave in their uniforms. Remembering them in first year compared to this moment made me giggle. The scrawny brats only ever cared about quidditch and who was the best at levitating a little ickle feather.

There was no doubt times had changed, these giants had matured beyond measure. I couldn't help but suggest Hadrian and Neville were partly responsible.

I immediately knew Hadrian and Neville were not here.

Neville would of been easy to spot, he was a couple of inches taller than the others. Hadrian on the other hand was a different story.

I wouldn't need to see him, I would feel him first.

Saying that, I felt a wave of dark power wash over me, swallowing tightly I noticed the others must have felt it too. Tracy who was pure as an angel looked very uncomfortable, she wasn't used to darkness. Her fist clenched as she tried her best to push it away.

The boys, however instead of sitting, stood. Those who were originally sat down shot up, the others straightened painfully. They look like statues, features dark, jaws clenched.

Perfect soldiers.

I was terrified. I didn't want to get rid of the darkness, I wanted to embrace it. A couple of seconds past until we, without a word, resumed normal behaviour.

It was almost immediately after when the source of the darkness arrived, tall, dark and powerful Hadrian Potter casually observed the room with suspicion. He seemed ready for anything.

His uniform made him ten times more beautiful if that was possible, his shirt clung to his muscularly toned body. It wasn't on purpose, he wasn't showing off that was just the way he was.

A delicious formidable deity.

Kill me now, before I give in and commit the worst sin on earth.

Make a deal with the devil.