Hadrian Potter

A Fucking Contradiction

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"Is there a problem?" Lucius asked curious as ever, looking back to where I was stood with Dumbledore. I switched my demeanour from dark and cruel to that cheeky happy teenage boy,  which made me cringe. It was too fast to be normal, I didn't look at Dumbledore to soon.

His face surely would have been fantastic.

Lucius, however looked surprised. I had never used my full charm on him before, mainly due to the fact if I did and he knew I was trying to con something out of him, he would crucio me.

I've had that done before, it hurts like a bitch.

"Hadrian, after you." Dumbledore spoke, quietly.

Everything had changed, this was the first time he'd casually called me Hadrian and meant it. Harry was the boy who went missing all those years ago, the little boy they had imagined me to be. Hadrian was different, it was harder. 

There was an entitlement that went with that name, it had come from generations and carried more power than most wizards could imagine.

I walked toward the door following after the many individuals, there was a staircase that descended immediately. I made a point to gracefully waltz down it, Dumbledore was behind me and I had no intention of acting anything other than suave.

In reality I was anything but, however for his sake I would pretend to be subconsciously unworldly, in hopes it would scared him even a little bit.

As I got to the bottom, I noticed the others standing around as if we had taken years to make it down, Dumbledore and I had for sure conversed a little but by the way Nev looked at me it must have been a lifetime. He was curious as to what took so long.

I ignored him as I watched Fudge who was about to speak.

"Today we will be conducting a search on the criminals, Hadrian Potter and Neville Longbottom." Fudge said mightily, the man looked like he was enjoying himself. A little too much the bastard.

"If you would please stand to the right boys," Dumbledore spoke and pointed as to where he wished us to stand. 

We did so, calmly. However before Dumbledore could speak once more, Fudge had moved to his side, "I will be the one who conducts this search Dumbledore so if you would please move back," the minister uttered pompously, Dumbledore seemed most confused and changed his tone in disagreement.

"Minister, I believe as the headmaster of Hogwarts I should conduct this search." Dumbledore tried, to the pretentious Fudge whose mind was supposedly made up. 

I glanced at Lucius who staring at me hard, trying to make a point?

Ah. Once again Lucius had done us a favour, I bet he told the minister that he should not let Dumbledore boss him around, something along those lines would do nicely. 

The minister was a selfish man who loved power, he wouldn't want anyone to think Dumbledore was better than him. Of course many thought that already.

Dumbledore was loved by the light, considered to be like merlin; wise in his age. While Fudge was easily persuaded and discriminative of anyone who did not support his presidency. That was one of the reasons the dark liked Fudge so much, conning him into believe him superior was simple.

He was a fool.

"Dumbledore, I am the minster." Fudge replied red faced, clearly not finished. "I believe," he stressed, "that I should deal with criminals."

Dumbledore did well to hide not only his frustration but his anger, he didn't respect fudge in the slightest, that much was obvious. 

He was the better wizard, I knew that, I also knew his weakness.

It was his love for the light.

The light would die for him, and the thought of that sacrifice was what made Dumbledore tick.

"Very well minster," Dumbledore uttered smiling, acting completely calm as if he had not just been made inferior by the minster.

I smirked, as I gently brushed against Dumbledore, my thoughts were clear he knew that. I was testing him, seeing how he would react.

He didn't how boring.

When a child goes through betrayal, abuse and such abandonment as Neville and I, the much darker side erupted. It was a matter of surviving.

I had survived. We both had, and it had nothing to do with them.

Fudge made me and Nev stand side by side while he mutter silly spells that seemed juvenile. 

I only say that as his wand movements were rushed and seemingly inappropriately dramatic. I had a little suspicion that he had no idea what he was looking for.

I felt a tickle, it really wasn't anymore than that. Oh dear FUDGE.

"Did you feel that brother," I whispered to Nev, who smirked.

"I did, do you know what THAT is?" Nev replied dramatically, I shook my head with wide eyes acting a shocked as I could.

"No, what is it, brother mine?" I wanted to laugh, Neville swallowed tightly for effect.

"That young Hadrian, is the touch of the greatest Wizard of all. The Minster Fudge." His eyes gave in crinkling in an uncontrollable smile.

He looked young and naive this way, all the lines in his face during this smile, it did not make his face age but give it a handsome youth no one could expect.

The teachers and Fudge were talking in hushed whispers, I knew acting as calm as possible would help our cover, even though I was practically shitting myself.

Please don't find it

Please don't find it

Please don't find it

The MANTRA was repeating over and over now, I can't just get in the door and they find out one of the biggest secret already. I chanced it by raising my voice,

"Everything okay?" I asked innocently.  I wasn't being overtly innocent, they knew I wasn't anything pure, so it wouldn't help if they caught me in an out right lie. I only made the question as if it was a passing comment. 

Simple, no strings attached, my question was simple and all I wanted was an answer.

...

Was everything okay? Of course the question was a test in itself. What did they find? If they did find out our secrets would they tell us or keep it a secret. If I were them and had found our hidden ink, I would act oblivious. I didn't know better I would have underestimated this lot. 

But I did know better, thanks to Zin I knew everything I needed to know about the Hogwarts Kingdom.

Trust no one.

I swallowed tightly.

He was still here. Zin was always here, I had to get used to it now. Memories of his lessons would constantly come back to me.

I hadn't thought much about him. That was a lie, I had but not much about his reaction. Did he even know we were here? Does he know we have been caught. He knows everything Hadrian... I said to myself unconsciously.

There was something about that third person that was meditative.

..

Dumbledores response sounded like an echo in my ears.

"Yes, all fine here," Dumbledore replied, too cheery. It was starting to get annoying now, the twinkling eyes were constantly in effect.

"Good,' I replied sharply, but I gave it back to him. I smile, I didn't make it an evil one. No. I made it unbelievably joyous, my eyes on the other hand. My eyes were black and hard, they were real.

And I knew Dumbledore didn't miss this physical oxymoron.

Eyes like ice, smile like sunshine.

He saw my smile and he saw my eyes.

I had become something Zin had taken great pride in being.

A fucking contradiction.