The Joker Rising

Like Prison

"What is going on?" Hadrian asked as two men came into his room.

"Dumbledore has asked for your presence down stairs." One with a heavily scared face and a magical eye said to Hadrian.

He stood up looking at the two both had their wands in hand but was pointed to the floor.

"Come on kid no need to fight us," The other one said.

"Where's Marcus?" Hadrian asked there was no way he was losing his only family.

"In his room I am sure he would want to see you but Dumbledore first." The first man said to Hadrian just nodded and followed the first man while the other followed Hadrian.

Sturgis and Kingsley, were the ones that led Hadrian out the room and down the stairs. They took him into the kitchen where Dumbledore and some of the Order members were waiting for him. As soon as Hadrian entered, the first person he saw was Dumbledore, sitting at the head of the table. Next to the stove was the red haired Molly Weasley and blue haired Nymphadora Tonks. The only window had Mad-Eye Moody perched in front of it, glaring at him with both eyes. Next to him was Arthur Weasley. To Hadrian's left there was another door, left slightly ajar so Hadrian could hear voices of the rest of the Order members, in the living room.

Sitting at the table with Dumbledore was Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Minerva McGonagall. The Potters were noticeably not there. Hadrian's gaze lingered a moment or two on Sirius before he met the blue eyed stare of Albus Dumbledore. Kingsley and Sturgis stayed on either side of Hadrian who came to rest just past the threshold of the door, not willing to go any further into the room.

Dumbledore smiled at Hadrian, bowing his head in greeting. "Good Morning, Hadrian" he said pleasantly. "I hope you had a restful night."

Hadrian didn't respond but his expression darkened just the same.

"I was informed about your injuries. I trust Madame Pomfrey helped you to the best of her ability." Dumbledore continued.

Again Hadrian gave no response. 

"Please, take a seat" Dumbledore gestured to a chair at the table.

Hadrian's gaze darted to the offered seat before meeting Dumbledore again.

"I'd rather not" he answered, his words quiet but cold.

"I can understand how you must be feeling, Hadrian." Dumbledore said sympathetically. "You've been through a lot this last week and I understand that you are apprehensive about us." He raised a hand to gesture to the surrounding people. "But no one here wishes you any harm, Hadrian."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening. "You really expect me to believe that?" he asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"Not completely, no, but I am telling you the truth." He gestured to the seat again. "Please, take a seat. You must be hungry, have some breakfast."

"I'm not that hungry." Hadrian bit back, his fierce green eyes pinning Dumbledore to the spot. "I'd sooner starve than eat with some one who kidnaps people."

Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes showed his sadness at Hadrian's words. He hid his disappointment, smiling pleasantly.

"With time, you will come to see that I'm not an enemy." he said.

"Will that be before or after you hand me over to the Ministry to be destroyed?" He asked.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Don't worry, Hadrian. The Ministry won't be coming for you. I spoke with the Minister and he has agreed to let you stay here."

Hadrian looked surprised, staring at Dumbledore, first with disbelief and then with suspicion. "Why?" he questioned.