Harry Potter and the CreepyPastas

Chapter 24

Hadrian woke up to get ready for his first day of classes. He was aware that he would have most of his classes with the Gryffindors, much to his ire. So he was mentally preparing himself for dealing with arrogant bigots. Granted, his house had its own arrogant bigots, however, he can't hate against his own house, that's just blasphemy.

He was up before he needed to be, so he meditated for a bit. He was checking on his Occlumency shields, as well as adding a few traps and such for those that managed to break through his shields.

After 30 minutes of that, he got up and showered, getting ready to face people. He grimaced a little at that thought, he has never really been a people person, so with much resignation, he grudged through getting ready.

He left his dorm room, with Asmodeus around his ear as normal, as the others were starting to get up and ready for their day. He decided to look around the common room, which was empty, except for the prefects, which were waiting to take the first years down to breakfast. 

He saw a portrait of a man with a snake and decided to walk over to it. He whispered to Asmodeus to speak to the painting, to wager whether the man in the painting was a parselmouth or not. 

"Can you hear me?" Asmodeus spoke.

The man in the portrait drew back slightly, in shock, making it obvious to Hadrian that he understood.

"I hear a snake, yet I don't see one, can you explain, child?" the man spoke to Hadrian.

"You heard my familiar, Asmodeus," Hadrian explained.

"Where is he?" the man asked.

"He is around. Usually always on me, who are you?" Hadrian asked.

"I am Salazar Slytherin's son, Nathair Salazar Slytherin. Who are you?" the portrait, know known as Nathair asks.

"Hadrian Peverell-Gryffindor-Black-Guant-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Evans-Potter," Harry answered.

"You have the blood of my father in you?" Nathair asks.

"Yes," Harry answered.

"Are you a pureblood?" the painting asks.

"Yes, though, that is not a well-known fact," Hadrian replied, his voice going a bit cold.

"What do you mean?" Nathair asks.

"My mother is believed to be a muggleborn, she was obliviated of the information she found out and never broke them before she was killed. The people she told were also obliviated, until recently. I found out through an inheritance test with the goblins at Gringotts," Hadrian explained.

"I see. And you are a parselmouth? I figure you are since you told me you have a snake familiar," Nathair asks.

"Yess. Asmodeus is currently shrunk around my ear. I have wicked control over my magic, so I can shrink or grow him as I see fit," Hadrian answered in parseltongue.

"Good. I am glad that the family magic is still available. The last parselmouth was a half-blood named Tom Riddle. I wonder where he went after leaving this school," Nathair says.

"He became known as Lord Voldemort, however, he created too many Horcruxes and is currently insane. He is currently possessing the DADA teacher. Dumbledore is using the Philosopher's Stone to lure him out. Dumbledore wants me to go stop him. That will not end well for the esteemed headmaster," Hadrian explains to Nathair, both conversing in parseltongue.

They talked for a bit more before Draco came down and drew Hadrian away. Hadrian told Nathair that he would find time to talk to him more later, then went to join Draco, Blaise, and Theo. 

The prefects were in awe at Hadrian, they heard him speak in parseltongue but didn't hear any other points of the conversation since Hadrian was smart enough to cast a privacy charm around him and the portrait. He purposely let them hear him and Nathair talking in Parseltongue.

The first years went down to breakfast, being led by the prefects. Eventually, the prefects went off into their own years to chat with their friends. All of them sharing that they heard Hadrian Potter speaking parseltongue.

This news got to the ears of a certain DADA teacher, his eyes flashing red momentarily at this information.

Professor Snape came around and started handing out the schedules. 

Hadrian's schedule had it divided into blocks. He would have only three or four classes a day and would have a different set of classes each day.

Hadrian nodded at his schedule and wrapped up his breakfast. He grabbed his bag, which had all of his school books in it, and walked off to his first class. 

Hadrian sat in the back of the classroom, it was History. He had heard that it was taught by a ghost, but he was boring and never actually taught anything other than the Goblin Wars. He decided he was just going to read the history book for this class, as he actually did want to know the Wizarding World's history. After all, how can you keep it from repeating if you don't know what happened?

When the class began, Draco and Blaise sat on either side of him and Theo sat across from Blaise in the row in front of them.

Harry was reading his history book, while Blaise slept and Draco tried to listen to the monotonous ghost, before falling asleep himself. When class was dismissed, Harry had made it through half of the first chapter, which was rather easy. He shook Draco and Blaise awake, telling them that class was over and that they needed to go to DADA.

Draco and Blaise both jumped up at that, excitedly, and headed to the door. Hadrian laughed a little and followed behind them.

When they arrived, the classroom reeked of garlic. Hadrian sat closer to the front, but still in the back of the classroom. He was rather interested in seeing how the possessed instructor was going to teach and what he was going to teach. 

He started trying to talk about vampires and how garlic wards them off. Then he mentioned how he got rid of a zombie problem in some country, for a prince, and they gave him a turban. He was very random and did not even try to make sense. His stutter was rather inconsistent too, so clearly fake. Hadrian smirked, knowing what Quirrell was trying to do. He was trying to make himself seem rather useless and unthreatening. 

Hadrian knew he needed to get Tom's Horcruxes together, he wasn't sure if he should just give them to him, or keep them as some sort of blackmail to get him to listen.

Perhaps if Hadrian managed to get Tom's soul back in one piece. He would have to actually talk to the man first. Then he would have to go from there. One step at a time and all of that.

So, he decided to watch Quirrell for a little while, see what Voldemort gets him to do. Hadrian is aware of the Philosopher's stone, so Hadrian already knows the goal. He just needs to figure out the plan. With that, he turned back to the pointless lesson.

"Master, who is the guy that smells funny?" Asmodeus whispers.

"He is pretending to teach us. He's trying to get some rock, playing to Dumbledore's expectations once more. Gotta love compulsion charms," Hadrian replied, not making it obvious, but still managing to catch Voldemort's attention. Hadrian knew he got Tom's attention because saw Quirrell's eyes flash red momentarily.

"I see. What do you plan to do, Master?" Asmodeus continues to talk.

"We wait and see, for now. Eventually, we will actually talk to them. You do know Voldemort is a able to understand up, right?"  Harry asked his familiar.

"Right. I forgot," Asmodeus replied, before going quiet once more.

The class continued on as boring as possible, Harry knew that this stuff was not all correct, nor was it even true. So Hadrian decided to just pull out a book. Once again, glad that he didn't sit too far in the front. 

Once class was dismissed, he went to lunch. He had a free period next, so he just went to his dorm and did his homework until dinner. 

Draco and Blaise played a few games of exploding snap and wizarding chess then started their own homework.