Hadrian Potter, 'Revenge'- My version

The Start

 The two passed through the kitchen to grab a quick drink, and Harriet was immediately tackled by half a dozen house elves. Hadrian stood leaning against the counter, smiling a true smile, as his older sister talked with the house elves. His eyes widened as she laughed. She hardly ever laughed, only when she was with him, but here she was, laughing with the house elves as they recounted tales of her running around the kitchens as a child, covered in flour, as she helped the elves bake and prepare meals.

After a few more minutes, Harriet stood up and she bid the elves farewell, and with a promise to come bake with them soon, she started serving drinks for her and her brother. A whiskey on the rocks for Hadrian, and a shot of Russian Vodka for Harriet. They downed their drinks quickly and made their way into the large lounge room just off the kitchen.

Hadrian fell back into the leather chair that sat at the head of the square of couches, Harriet perched on his lap as she often was. He could tell that talking to the house elves had improved his sister's mood, even if he was the only one who could tell.

He thought back to the conversation, replaying it in his mind on repeat. Eleven year old Hadrian would have never done that, although, his eleven year old self hadn't had the life experience that he had now. Didn't have the confidence he had now, the ability to communicate silently with his sister. He had, after all, learned sign language because his sister had so often gone non-verbal, relapsing into old memories, unable to speak. So, he and the rest of their year had learned sign language, and taught it to the older Slytherins that interacted often with Harriet. Then, once Professor Snape learned that one of his snakes went non-verbal, he made every Slytherin learn sign language, and now, every Slytherin learned BSL(British Sign Language) once they got settled into Hogwarts. He knew that being here would cause her to relapse more, dealing with their family always did.

Hadrian woke up to his older sister poking him in the chest with a well manicured nail painted silver. The party had all but stopped completely and the chatter had reduced down to the occasional murmur. Harriet sat, still on his lap, but now she had her jacket off, revealing the tattoos that covered her arms and back. He traced all of her tattoos; the dragon that wrapped its way down her spine and disappeared beneath her corset style top, the arrow on the base of her neck that was revealed when she had put her hair up in a ponytail, the quotes that were on either wrist, the semicolon on her left wrist, disguised in a quote as well, the rose on the back of her arm, and the Eeyore one she kept hidden from most on her lower back.

He looked up and saw Remi asleep on one of the couches, he assumed that she had followed them before crashing on the couch. The door opened and a group of the Potter's closest friends, who were all in their 'oh so secret' order, walked in. They all stopped and stared at the duo sitting in James Potter's chair. For once, their attention was mainly on Harriet. Specifically her tattoos. She was uncomfortable under their gaze-Hadrian too. Everything had always been about their little brother, the boy who lived. Never about them or what they were doing. Lily scanned the faces of her children, noting how the three of them looked almost exactly alike with their raven hair and emerald eyes.

James cleared his throat and moved to sit down next to his youngest daughter. The others followed his lead. The twins felt invisible shivers trail down their spines, realizing what had just happened. A pack of lions had surrounded the snakes with no way out.

Mr. Weasley starred at James and Lily Potter's oldest children. It was hard to tell a resemblance, the children he knew were skinny, unsociable, and seemingly always in the middle of a project. These two, while nearing 17, looked almost 22.

Harriet gazed around the room with an odd indifference while Hadrian did the same. The Weasleys looked as poor as they remembered, Sirius Black had the same mischievous glint in his eyes as he had before, though now they held a burning curiosity, Remus Lupin held the same curiosity, though his was showing less than Sirius's.

James Potter's fists clenched as he watched his twins survey the room. It angered him how they maintained such an air of indifference around them, how they had parted the party crowd with such ease earlier. It still took a struggle and a half for him and his wife to get through the crowd.

At first James had considered the twins to be flawless. But now, in the light of the setting sun, their flaws were revealed to the world. The sun reflected on the many many scars that adorned Harriet and Hadrian's faces and bodies. The tattoos that rested on their skin shone out like beacons. Harriet had more than her brother, that was obvious, but his question was why. Why had she inked words and designs into her skin for all eternity? James's throat grew tight once again as he stared at his children's faces. Who were they?

Hadrian felt the gaze on his face but he ignored it, just as Harriet did, instead choosing to observe the other guests. The Diggory's, the Longbottoms, and a family neither recognized. Alice Longbottom smiled tentatively. Ever since he had been a child, Hadrian had liked her. She was genuine and honest, never one to judge. She had even paid attention to Harriet, which had been his initial reason for liking her. She gripped her son's hand tighter, and pulled him in between her and her husband. Her son, Neville, and Daniel, despite being the same age, were never close.

The twins relaxed into each other and the chair, the perfect representation of the Slytherins they were. They mentally smirked, and faced the crowd.

'Let the interrogation begin,' came their shared thought. 

A/N: Two short-ish chapters in apology for only updating Raven: The Fifth Marauder last week and not this. I apologize, and hope you enjoy the story.