Hadrian Potter

Serpentis ictu'

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After the 'search' had been carried out we took our places at the tables for breakfast, I was trying not to be distracted. I kept thinking over and over in my head how lame that attempt was, it must be a trick.

Thankfully, the table noticed my irritation so I was left alone, I wasn't sure what my face depicted but from the stare Daphne was giving me, it was one that signified a lack of trust. It was anger and suspicion, emotions I knew well.

I turned to her, running my hard eyes over her face. She flinched in response, perhaps my eyes were a little too intense, my shock at her reaction was well hidden behind my hard exterior. Perhaps I was giving my heart not enough credit, when I was faced with Dumbledore I acted like some sort of psychopath.

He brought it out of me, I knew I felt things, bad things, but I also felt the good. Some wouldn't believe it but Daphne's stare made my stomach clench with excitement and fear.

Now Daphne had lowered her head to her meal, ignoring my body's response to her, I looked away neglecting to apologise or give her a comforting softened glance. The suit and tie I wore was restrictive. I brought my hand up to the emerald tie, and yanked loosening it. The stares from the Slytherin table were most amusing.

Those who hadn't wanted to make eye contact with me, now did, achieving it momentarily with some sort of offended glare. It didn't take long for them to quickly put there heads down, however it wasn't the look this time. My anger spiked when all eyes turned disobediently upon me.

Anger spiked, magic attacks.

The dark and delicious stuff.

The tables reaction was immediate, everyone went rigid and on edge. I looked to Daphne, she was sipping at some orange liquid, completely unaware of the effect of my magic. It almost seemed like she was at ease with it, more alive.

It was a strange to say the least, not many liked the feeling of it.

Saying that, Tracy's reaction was expected, "Hades, stop it." She seemed frustrated, her hand clenched Theo's and she looked like she wanted to shower.

I smirked at her panic. I shouldn't have responded this way, because she stood up from her seat at the table, huffed slightly before stepping over the low bench and turned exiting the hall in annoyance. Luckily the busy first day at breakfast in the great hall meant no one noticed her leave or Theo who followed her soon after.

He turned around on his way out finding my face, giving me something that resembled a glare, it did nothing to me, it was half hearted and rushed.

Tracy was more important than me, that was clear. A fact I unintentionally applauded.

Nev whom sat to my right stirred, "You're such a fucker." Usually such a statement from Nev would be filled with witty banter and teasing. No, this statement held a coldness, this cold air, it was just as dark as me, it was something only I knew he possessed. I smirked at this knowledge.

Nev's features seemed to fracture in anger at my response. "It's funny huh? Come here." He said pissed, he leans in to me as if to hug me, only a facade, as he delivered what others would consider a manly bro hug, but actually a hard punch to the gut.

Literally.

He punched me hard enough that I was winded, and lost the ability to breathe for multiple seconds.

"Son of ..." I failed to gasp, I acknowledged I deserved his retaliation but when the violence was delivered, I felt the need to punch him back, harder.

"That's much better," Malfoy uttered, "Hadrian. Have you considered seeing a therapist, if not I would happily fill such a role. I detect you to possess some masochistic traits, especially the obedience you display after violent punishment, etcetera etcetera." I stared at my long time friend in disbelief and annoyance.

Secretly, I found him amusing, but his ability to interrupt situations with ridiculous psychological rambles, made me feel the need to strangle him.

I tried to as my hand reached for his throat but the Malfoy scion dodged my grip playfully, "You missed," he whispered teasingly, I glared and hissed threateningly.

I looked up immediately to the head table, Dumbledore was staring, his eyes were unmoving and his mind was in it's own world.

He was plotting again, I would have to warn all of the rest later that Dumbledore had tactics and he would use them, especially on the Slytherins, after all they were all evil.

Moving over Dumbledore, I see Lily and James again, they are exactly as I pictured them. Sitting with the staff of Hogwarts, dressed in rich clothing, appearances seemed important to them. I had wished for a long time that one day I would get revenge, this was my chance and I for sure could not fuck it up.

"Nev..." I uttered in an attempt to apologise, he nodded holding up his hands in surrender.

"Not me. Trace." He said briefly, understanding his words I nodded and exited the hall too, looking behind me and glancing at the lone figure by the door as I exited.

Madeye.

Such a fucking spy.

"Did you miss me or wa?" I whispered, baring my teeth in a smile and wanting to know why he was hiding and glaring from a distance.

His hands were fast as they reached for my throat, pushing me up against the stone wall and holding me there.

"You won't get away with this, you shit. I know the bullshit you fed to Dumbledore fooled him enough for you two not be locked up, but trust me when I say that I will make sure you die in prison, if it's the last thing I do. I will find everything on you, Dumbledore may believe all you have killed is the criminals of our society, but I know you are evil. You work for the Dark Lord." He spat with pure venom.

I could see from the corner of my eye the staff table rise of their seats. The Potters and Dumbledore looked particularly curious, Sirius and Remus looked worried however. Nev was already by my side.

"The Dark Lord, huh?" Nev, pondered out loud in an effort to rile up the Auror or to calm him down I wasn't sure.

"You too, Longbottom, your parents would be disgusted." Madeye spat.

Shaking with fury, Nev leant in to the Aurors personal space, "You have no idea," he whispered, smiling tightly.

The staff seemed not to want to get involve in this altercation, the Slytherins however all stood, at least 300, came through the small gap separating Nev and I from Madeye.

It was a message not just to Madeye but the rest of the school.

Slytherin house was at our command, attack us, Slytherin attacks you.

And no one, no one, likes a snake bite.