The psycho's

Chapter 1

The old man didn't think nor react fast enough as they were slammed aside by a very angry persona. The very same person who they thought was a hero earlier saving them from the 'old savior' aka Harry Potter, stomped towards him. 

"J-jack?" The once scary boy started to become uneasy to the point that it looked like being shy. He wasn't shy. He was scared, scared that even his mate would abuse and use him, just like his family had, just like his friends had and just like his headmaster had. Once Hadrian heard the stomps he knew instantly he was in trouble. 'Freak' 'Get in the cupboard'  shouts 'you should've died with your parents'  stomps 'look mommy, freak talks to snakes'   beatings 'no more food for you' 'ungrateful brat!'  Without realizing it Hadrian started to whimper. Angry and people don't go together, that much he knew. But this person right in front of him was furious. 

"Hadrian Potter look me in the eye" a cold but soothing hand caressed his cheek. Oh no... the scariest one of all. The silent anger. The anger where you hold in your hate so much and change it to the opposite. Love. It was an easy one to underestimate. He knew that as well. Still not looking, will get it only worse, that too he knew. So silently Hadrian just does that.      Surprisingly the persons eyes were cold grey, still they were looking at him so sweet and understanding. The silver-white hair that was tied in a high ponytail looked so elegant yet deadly, like a spiderweb who's deadly threat could easily cut you if you didn't handle it correctly. His rather tanned skin made those two stand out. The person was wearing black jeans and a black dress-shirt with black shoes. In the corner of his eyes he saw a tattoo, looking closer he saw the deathly hollows. The tree things that would make you 'master of dead' which really wasn't true. It was only then that he realized he had said the mans name twice, not knowing what he really was. Jack the ripper, also called the element of death. "Hadrian love, let's make some friends shall we?" Something poked him against his leg. 

A knife? Wicked! Immediately Hadrian's mood lightens up. 'They were going to make friends'. Hadrian placed his hand on the knife and shook it while Jack was still holding on to it, making it seem as if they were just shaking hands. Quickly slipping the cold metal in his sleeve he looked at the headmaster. "Thank you for trusting us by telling it headmaster but I believe we all should go as the train is to leave in an hour. That's when Hermione's eyes widen in realization and absolute horror. "He's right! We'll be late!!" In a record tempo she picks up some books and her bag while running out the room towards the train, not even caring if she had taken someone else's books by accident. Followed by Ron hot on her heels they left a confused yet satisfied headmaster behind. His savior thanked him but... what just happened? Was it just his creature inheritance? Or was there more behind it? Who was that man? His mate? Mates usually find each other within the hour or day... Maybe he could use him too to fight for the greater the good?

And so the headmaster started planning his new masterplan not noticing the two apparating towards who knows where, in Hogwarts self. The supposed impossible became just possible as it were dead and his mate travelling. Would a barrier truly hold up to an element they think they have no control over? Not really. Meanwhile somewhere else two pairs of eyes widen in shock before only one starts to shimmer in insanity. Oh this was going to be fun.