The Joker Rising

A Mistake?

They landed in a hallway; which had dark and old paint on the walls, creaky old floorboards and a heavy smell of must and years of dust.  The man carrying the unconscious boy walked up the the stairs to one of the rooms. 

Picking one on the third floor, he gingerly laid the teen down on the four postal bed. He rushed to the fireplace in the room to floo Dumbledore. 

"Albus we got them both, send the nurse over." Sirius told Albus a little guilty "Hadrian is injured."

"How badly is he hurt?" Albus asked 

"um...I..don't know but he needs medical attention."

"Okay I'll go get her." Albus left. Sirius turned the see James and Kingsley.  

They all looked on at the unconscious boy, Kingsley moved to the boys side and checked his pulse. "It's weak but he's still breathing" he informed the room.  He then slowly took off the mask and but couldn't take off the cloak. James was at a loss with what to do he didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted his son back but not under deception. 'How angry is he going to be?' he asked himself. 

 The door opened to reveal Mrs. Pomfrey  "James the other boy would like to talk to you he is next door. Frank told me to tell you. Now if you all will leave the room I will start healing him." They all nodded and left her to do her job.

James then walked to the next door hearing the boy shout something. He opened the door to see the boy magically tied to the bed guarded by moody.

 Marcus' head swiveled over to the door as James stepped into the room. A nod of the head by both Aurors and Moody left.  "Is Hadrian okay?"

James was caught off guard he asked about Hadrian but not where he was being held. Which this shouldn't be a shock because they are the only family the two have known for a long time. They are brothers.  "He is fine, he is currently unconscious but a healer is caring for him currently." 

"You really don't know what you are doing. He never went to find you because he was afraid." Marcus told him and shook his head as if he said too much.

"Afraid of what?" James asked

"His power" was all he said James wanted to know more but saw it wasn't his place even if Hadrian was his son.

"What are we doing here?" Marcus asked

"Well that I don't readily have an answer for you at this moment" James stated awkwardly.  "His emotions, you mention them a couple times. What do you mean?" 

He shooked his head "when it gets cold, leave to some where warm were you will survive."

James was confused but decided to find out what he wanted to talk about first, "what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"You are his father, we know what you thought about Rosa and everyone's thoughts that day a month ago. You need to not lie, lie and it will get cold, leave to some where it is warm where you will survive. You truly don't know what you all are doing."

"Please what do you mean by that. I only want my son back I thought him to be dead for so long." James said getting annoyed by the repeated warning. 

"He is not your son. As much as you want to believe that he is but he isn't. He is a killer he is powerful and his emotions keep in...his darkness."

James was going to ask more but there wasn't anyway he could get answer from him at least a straight one.  

Three full days, of silence and worry. Hadrian hasn't woken up, from the attack, Marcus proved to be hard to work with. They could tell he was loyal through and through to Hadrian a true brother.   

While Micheal wasn't the caring type for his brother.  "why do you even care you should care about me?" he asked 

"Micheal, we do care about you. We haven't seen him in years he grew up with out us." Lily tried to explain but no matter what either of them said Micheal threw a fit.

"So, I am The-Boy-Who-Lived he is just a criminal!" He shouted, while James and Lily was wondering what they did wrong with Micheal. He doesn't care, granted he didn't know he existed till a month ago.  

"Here how about we go to Diagon Alley." James offered which took care of Micheal's winning.

"I want to be here when he wakes up James." Lily tried to protest but she wasn't wining to Micheal and so the Potter family went to Diagon Alley.

Few hours latter, Hadrian woke up his body aching like he was set on fire and frozen. Soft warm bed underneath, a fluffy pillow under his head. Slowly he made to sit up in a sitting position. His head throbbing like a beat of a drum. 

A Green and blue room with long curtains draped around the four postal bed. Confused Hadrian sat up his feet on the side, the room was bare a small rink a dink desk sat in the far right corner. Empty, except for a small quill. On the opposite wall a lean and tall wardrobe with four doors on the front.  Next to it was the entrance to the en suit bathroom the old dark wood door open. 

Spinning around Hadrian made his way with difficulty to the window.  Looking over a street, deserted, not even a cat or dog in sight. It was the muggle street in London, but where? 

  He slowly opened the window, the hard hinges made it seem it hasn't been open in decades. The old window made a lot of noises but Hadrian moved on regardless. Looking out he saw he was on the third floor. To high to jump and make it out. 

Then it all came back, Diagon Alley, Grayback, Aurors. 'What the hell happened?' Hadrian wondered 'where is Marcus? Is he okay?'

Just then the door opened behind him "Hadrian?" He turned to the voice of a young lady. "Hope you aren't planning on jumping."

Hadrian questionably looked at the lady standing before him, she wore a purple and white robe, her hair in a fitted lose bun with many loos strands here and there. A motherly smile adorn her face, blue soft eyes looked back at Hadrian. 

"Here I have these" she said holding up a few bottle of potions on a tray. Hadrian watched the unknown lady take a tentative step towards him. She must have seen this reaction, watching the raven hair boy, "Hadrian? I am Madame Poppy the school healer at Hogwarts. I don't mean to frighten you I didn't expect you to be awake or even be up."

"Death is just a fickle thing" Hadrian said under his breath, it caught her off guard but proceed with what she was sent to do. Once she got to him he took them in his hands, opening each one at a time, taking a sniff first before allowing a drop to touch his tongue.

"You know if I were to kill you I would save the trouble of healing you," Poppy mused watching Hadrian closely.

"You're not the one I am suspicious of trying to kill me." He replied with a smirk, drinking the third and last of the bottles.