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Chapter 3 is up peepz, is it obvious that I need sleep?

He could not deny the anger he felt at his caretakers deaths. Especially Lily's. He had come to treasure the first generation witch as a second mother of sorts. Her antics and attitude had burrowed through half of his defences and she had somehow made it into the list of people he was loyal to. His precious people.

It was a very short list.

Meanwhile, James's behavior had, in a way, grown on him. The man had an incredibly black humor for one who claimed to be so 'light'. Ignotus, no Hadrian had come to see the Potter as the brother that Cadmus had never been. Because, unlike Cadmus, James had positives to balance out the negatives. James didn't blindly follow those of high authority. He pretended to sure but, alongside his fellow marauders Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, James schemed. James had been suspicious from the start of Dumbledore's so called, 'prophecy', and had shared these suspicions with Black, Lupin and, of course, Lily. The three had painstakingly covered all exits and Lily herself had come up with her own method to protect him. In addition to this James was loyal, to both his family and his wife. Unlike Cadmus who, at the death of one of his numerous lovers, would brood for a while before moving on. James would stay true to lily, in the event if her passing, he would honor her death and care for Hadrian, unlike Cadmus who would of simply drowned Hadrian to avoid effort. James would never even consider the possibility of adultery. Hadrian could not help but think that the thing that most defined James as his own person was the fact that he possessed compassion, and he truly did care for both Lily and Hadrian.

And how weird it was to have someone who cared, who took the time to comfort him from night terrors, and to smile at him. Smiles that warmed his heart of shade and frost. Smiles that reassured him, comforted him. Smiles that told him he was not alone anymore. The last to do such a thing was his first father, the one whose words had guided him for so long, and even that man had left him.

The other marauders had also begun to worm themselves in, well marauders as in Sirius and Remus. The grim and the werewolf even more so then James. However, he had no time whatsoever for the rat, Pettigrew. The man was a deceitful coward and a loose end. At the slightest sign of danger Ignotus was sure that Peter would run. Peter was a follower. Had Ignotus been in his true form he would have surely of killed the bastard. (He settled for throwing up, crying and being a general nuisance every time the rat animagus babysat him)

Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus were contradictions. Going against their very natures in more ways then one.

Remus was a werewolf (and truly it did disturb Hadrian that such a fine and magnificent creature was so wronged) and werewolves were predominantly dark of nature. The only way for a werewolf to prevent itself from hurting those around it and feeling pain during the monthly transformation was to be completely at one with their wolf. To achieve this state you had to acknowledge the beast in side and consider its view. Adopt its customs, such as seeing family as your pack and children as cubs. But more importantly you had to realise your darkness and embrace it. Remus was doing the opposite. He was pushing the wolf away, scared of the raging beast, and in doing that he was denying himself. He was hurting himself. It was disgusting to see such a strong willed man, and the alpha wolf lurking within him, reduced to a poor man at constant odds with himself.

Sirius, on the other hand, was doing something rather similar but fundamentally different. Sirius from a young age had been in the process of developing a highly dark orientated core, most likely due to the influence of his pureblood family. However from the age of eleven, when the boy-now-man had entered Hogwarts, Sirius's core had been overwhelmed by a large influx of predominantly light spells and charms. This had led to Sirius developing what was known within Hadrian's original time as an off-grey-core. A core that, whilst not being true balance, is neither black and white. Having this core enables many benefits, such as quicker reflexes and more powerful overall spell strength. However, like all positive things there has to be negatives to retain balance. In this case an off-grey-core mostly results in psychological drawbacks, an example of this being the childlike periods of time in which Sirius was well known for.

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Voldermort, as the 'dark lord' preferred to be known, didn't strike a very intimidating figure. Ignotus couldn't help but wonder exactly how the man had become some sort of snake hybrid. He had heard of ancient blood rituals able to combine human and animagous forms but had never really felt the need to dabble in such arts. He was fine with being and appearing human.

Had their meeting occurred on any other day Hadrian could not deny that he would of spent more then a little time just studying Voldermorts' form and working out just how the man had achieved his hybrid appearance.

However, at that particular moment, Hadrian was in no way happy with Voldermort.

The child (who was a man) stared into the, now vacant, eyes of his caretak- Mother. She lay before the cot in which he was placed, a small smile upon her face that for a second made it seem as though the woman laying on the floor was just playing, jesting him. That any second now she would jump up and smother him with one of her patented hugs.

Her corpse didn't move.

Indeed. Hadrian Potter was not in any way happy with the dark lord.

Because No one Touched What Was HIS.

So yes one could not deny the intense pleasure that Hadrian felt when Voldermorts Avada kedavra rebounded upon him, reducing him, almost instantaneously into mere ashes.

Lily Potter and James Potter were HIS.

And he, for one took care of his own.

It was the least he could do.

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Elsewhere, within the dark recesses of Albania, a small snake shivered and twisted and bent unnaturally. An inhuman scream of rage escaping from lungs that should be incapable of making such a noise. And then all was silent. The snakes body fell to the floor with a barely audible thump. Slitted, red eyes, filled with an insatiable fury, opened. Voldermort really was not happy.

Death frowned.

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