His attention moved to the politicians' pavilion after passing the students. His gaze was locked with crimson. He almost faltered under the pressure of the hunger in those eyes. He was unnerved by how fixated the man was on his dirty figure. But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man's lips. It was almost pleasing. Despite her husband's death, Lily managed to escape with her child the night of the attack. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent, and powerful wizard. After Britain reestablishes the Triwizard Tournament, Harry, now known as Hadrian, finds himself forced to return to his former home and starts to question whether killing the Dark Lord is what he really wants. With his intrigue and amusement growing, Voldemort grows more and more determined to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IT'S WRITTEN BY Child_OTKW