Say Hello To A Dead Dream [Hiatus]

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'How can you see into my head? What are you going to do in my head?'

Please relax. Everything I see I can only speak of with permission. I only pick where to put you.

'Very well. I'd like marshmallows. If you really do control my future that is. Otherwise, snakes sound the best. Most nutrients, meal-wise.'

Do people truly believe the fake act? Innocence doesn't suit you at all. Although, I can see reasons for both 'plates'.

'People will always cling to their boxes. All I really do is switch the labels up. And I never relabeled my own box. I can be loyal.'

I'm sure peeling labels off and re-glueing them is hard work too. A reward of 'marshmallows' could work very well.

"Hufflepuff!"

But how could that make sense? He was dark, right? His face hardly radiated peace. But looking up at him, he smiled and waved the hat good-bye, and sat down vaguely in the centre of the other first-year Puffs. They were wary of him. They tried to smile at him, but it was just so forced. He saw it better than any others.

The Hufflepuff dorms were very yellow. It gave Blackie a horrible headache to look at so he was ready to retire to his dorm as soon as he knew where it was. As he walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, a boy from the older years stopped him.
"I'm very sorry, girls aren't allowed in the boys' dormitory. I'm a fourth year, so if you need help with anything else, feel free to ask me."
Blackie wiped off his large circular glasses before looking down at himself.
"I don't even look that much like a girl! So just f- actually, I am sorry. I'm Hadrian Potter-Black."
He tilted his head to the side and gave a small smile. His hair fell off to one side, revealing a lightning symbol scar. The older boy backed away in fear. As did most of the people in the room. Blackie just yawned and continued to the boys' room. His only thought on the way was how strange adapting to 'Hadrian' would be. Ah well.

   He woke up long before the others. It wasn't bad though. He had much to do. He started the day with a long, warm shower in his trunk. He was not ready to get naked in the same room as other people. After... But that was his past as far as he was concerned. Dressed in his robes, he took Obsidienne and let him wrap around his arm, hiding in the oversized sleeves. He let Noir out as well and told her she was free to do as she liked as long as she didn't get eaten or killed or anything. Obsidienne reacted by pretending to cry. He hadn't even known snakes could do that! He pulled all his textbooks into his bag. He walked down to the Great Hall slowly. Portraits eyed him wearily. 'No doubt by the Headmaster's order.' No one was around even though it was nearly seven. 'Either partying or panicking, no other options.' He sat down in a similar spot to earlier and waited to see reactions. 

   His first class was herbology. Conclusion; plants didn't like him. Or maybe he was allergic to them. The point was, potting plants required you to be careful. He was a fighter. The combination just didn't work. It was unfortunate because his head of house taught the class. And his housemates were all incredibly talented. So they just laughed at him. They were clearly too afraid to touch him. They left that to the Gryffindors they had class with. On his way out they shoved him over, or tried to. But one was not a fighter for years without at least some skill. He didn't fall. But this was still a problem! Because the students who knew how could cast hexes at him. He was sure he'd have boils if his head of house was not there. And after the failure with transfiguration, he was hardly looking forward to classes that involved magic.

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   Hey! It has been a while, right? But yeah! The ship will be Tomarry with parts of other things in Blackie general demeanour. Grats for the continued support. I hope this chapter was good and will try to continue faster.