As Harry packed his trunk on his last day at Hogwarts, he was well aware no one on the staff was in his corner. No one cared about his welfare and his only friend this entire year had been the other outcast of the school, Luna Davina Lovegood. Harry, no now he was going to go by his proper name Hadrian. Sirius insisted on calling him Harry and it wasn't as if his godfather gave a crap about him. The man thought of him only as a carbon copy of his father, just like everyone else. This year had been the worst of seven dismal years at this school. Hated by the present headmaster and ignored by his Head of House. There was one truth that Hadrian James Evans Potter would never attend a reunion with his hateful classmates and he would be damned if any child of his body or responsibility attended here.

The scandal of the century had erupted just before the start of year six and had not abated. Hadrian had borne the full brunt of people's anger over the actions of a godfather he had only met twice. He had grown up, definitely not been raised and certainly not nurtured, with his mother's only sister, the bitch Petunia Evans Dursley. May her and her family suffer misfortune all their days, which was a certainty; as on midnight of his seventeenth birthday last year he had cursed those hateful excused for human beings to reap what they had sown. August last year had been spent living at the Leaky Cauldron and attempting to salvage the mess of his inheritance. He had not seen hide nor hair of Sirius Black for two years. No wonder when the man had been in Azkaban for a year and last August had been forced to marry the underage girl he had deflowered. Ginerva Weasley, now Lady Black was in her element, causing chaos and ruining people's lives.

From what Young Lord Potter could make out Sirius Black had always been an irresponsible jerk. He had been trusted by his best friend to raise his son and look after the Potter Estate. He had done neither.

Hadrian shrank his trunk and walked to Hogsmede, he was not staying for the leaving feast nor catching the Express in the morning. He had permission from Professor Slughorn. There was never any point trying to talk to Snape or McGonnagall. Lets face it, anything he asked for was denied by those two just because he was requesting it.

His exit through the castle was silently watched by the portraits, even the painted occupants were asleep. It was early and there were no lessons so most of the school were still in their dormitories. Each footfall down the path was a step nearer to freedom and escape from serial disappointments. No one saw the real Harry, the abuse and neglect he had suffered was ignored by everyone. He was short, still pubescent and terribly thin.

He had hoped to remain friends with Neville, but the Heir of House Longbottom had sided with the rest of Gryffindor in sending Hadrian to Coventry over his godfather's scandalous behaviour. Neville had known Hadrian did not live nor had a close relationship with Black, nor had he liked Ginny but House Unity was above personal relationships.

Once in Hogsmede, the last Potter was leaving Britain by port key. He had always been kept in the dark over most family concerns, Black and Dumbledore happy to send him back to Surrey every summer. It had come as a shock to find out that while Sirius was Lord Black, his younger brother was regent, controlling all the wealth and the line of House Black would pass to a relative of his line or choosing. Any child Sirius produced was not automatically going to inherit. Hadrian smiled at the miscalculation of that gold digging bitch, Ginerva. Yes, she was Lady Black but that meant very little.

Regulus Arcturus Black had been a god send to Hadrian after the shock of finding out the gross mismanagement of the Potter Estate. He had corresponded and followed all the man's considered advice. At seventeen he had found out he was wealthy, but his godfather had helped himself to a considerable amount of the gold in his trust vault. The family vault had thankfully been sealed by blood wards and Black had not been able to completely defraud his godson. With his finances sorted, and all funds moved to the maximum security family vault, his dear godfather would have to find another source of income. Luckily the man was bared from Hogwarts as a convicted child molester, Hadrian had put up a mail ward to prevent any correspondence except through his lawyers and Hadrian had been careful to make use of his family invisibility cloak whenever he left the castle. One to avoid his fellow students or teachers and two to avoid any Weasleys, his godfather or Lupin his godfather's only friend. This year, without the distractions from Quidditch, Ron or Hermione, he had studied hard and was confident in his projection that he would have Outstandings in all five NEWTs. He had in fact outdone the grades of Know-it-all Granger.

He had been scandalised by the arrest of his godfather and had been unaware the Weasley family had lived at Black Manor for nearly two years, as neither Ron nor his godfather wrote letters to him during the summers he spent in Surrey. Hadrian had since confirmed his suspicion that there had been a marriage contract between him and the youngest Weasley. He was now completely grateful, not that he would ever tell Sirius Black, that his godfather had seduced the red haired menace and saved him form a lifetime of continued unhappiness. Poor Ginerva trapped in marriage to a wastrel philanderer with heavy debts. It had been marry the girl or spend the rest of his life in Azkaban for the statutory rapist. Ginny would have been a scarlet woman if he had chosen prison, then no one with any standing would have even spoken to her. At least she was used to being poor.

Hadrian looked back at the magnificent castle, he had hoped it would have been home but it had been worse than the Dursley's in many ways. He had hoped for friends and understanding here, but each year his hopes had been dashed. The silence and avoidance of the past two years had helped him accept that adversity made you stronger and that Neville, Ron and Hermione were both not worth his consideration.

Under his breath with the softest of whispers Hadrian Potter said his farewells, "Goodbye, good riddance. I won't be back."