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Hadrian James Potter was just a simple boy on the crest of teen-hood. He was nearly sixteen and had been through a lot in his admittedly young life.

When he was one, someone broke into his family's cottage and murdered his father, James. His mother, Lily, managed to draw a hidden pistol from where she apparently stashed in her brazier. She shot the murderer in the forehead and called the authorities a moment later.

When he was four, his mother remarried. The man was stern, most of the time, but he had an awesome godson named Draco, who had many of the same interests as Hadrian did.

Severus Snape was a dour professor of a London university. He did not play… often.

Their first meeting - as best as Harry could remember it - went by as unnoteworthy. Severus was a bit standoffish for a few months, probably because Harry greatly resembled his deceased father, James, at the time.

In school, James and his friends tormented Severus and the man hadn't gotten over it at the time.

But his apparent disdain for Harry changed the day of Harry's fifth birthday, when Harry fell out his two story bedroom window. The reason he was even near the window was because he was too curious and wanted to see if he could pull himself over the sill, which was taller than him. Well… he managed it and just as he was tipping over the edge, Severus entered the room to take him down for dinner.

The man had shouted his worry and all Harry knew was wind, warmth, darkness, and a sort of strong jostling that made his neck snap back.

He later learned that Severus had followed him out the window by jumping and grabbing him as they both fell. Severus took the brunt of the fall and had a fractured shoulder as a result.

Harry clung to him during hospital visits. In some way, he was able to realize that Sev had saved his life. Sev cared about him. So he did everything he could to make Sev happy from that point on, even going so far as to begin studying Chemistry, which was Sev's major.

When he was seven, he was kidnapped by a strange woman. He later learned that she was his godfather's cousin.

Bellatrix Lestrange was a wanted mass murderess. The story was, Sirius - Harry's godfather - had gotten into a fight with her husband Rodolphus. Rodolphus had suffered a spinal injury while Sirius merely had a broken leg. Sirius was trained in Karate and Rodolphus had started a fight unknowingly signing himself up for severe amounts of pain.

Rodolphus was wheelchair bound and told he'd never walk again.

Bellatrix did not appreciate this. She divorced her husband and married his brother Rabastan. She unfortunately found out that he had many sexually transmitted diseases and he was unable to sire children. She'd been infected and she wanted revenge. She committed her first murder, using him as an example.

Bellatrix - who preferred to be known as Trixy - had a particular way she murdered her victims. For the males, she would remove their genitalia and mutilate them before shoving them either in their mouths or up their anuses. For the females, she carved out the uterus and would mutilate the organ repeatedly. All done while the victims were alive of course. She would then end their lives with multiple stabs to the heart, leaving the weapon embedded in the victim's chest.

Trixy became a serial killer. Trixy the Strange. She wanted people to know her. To know of her works. She was repeatedly caught on camera, cackling madly.

The laugh itself had been saved and recorded. It was used in various shows and films in order to really set the horror mood.

She wasn't caught until Harry was ten. By then, she had committed over two hundred murders.

She was labeled as insane when questioned repeatedly and answering that murdering men and women was fine. It was revenge. But children were a 'no-no' in her own childish words. And truth, none of her victims had been under the age of seventeen. She apparently considered children to be innocent.

The reason she kidnapped Harry was because she learned of his connection to Sirius and she felt that she needed to take Harry away from Sirius. She wanted a child of her own.

That was at least what she had told Harry.

So she figured she'd take Sirius' child for herself.

In their week together, she never succeeded in getting him to call her 'mummy'.

He was simply locked in this odd room, filled with blue baby toys and blankets. And a small pail for waste, sitting in the corner. She'd come in three times a day with food. He never touched it or the milk she insisted he should drink. 'To grow up into a big, strong boy,' she explained on his third day in prison. He wasn't stupid. He'd studied enough of Chemistry to know that there could be things in the food. Things that would do weird stuff to him. Whether this was actually the case or not, was never explained, but he never chanced it.

So for nearly a full week, he went without food and drink. And he used the pail twice in that time.

It had hurt, he remembered.

Vaguely, he could recall how he laid on the floor, under the large blue, lace covered bed. He'd curled in on himself and cried until he literally had no more tears to give. His tongue dried up and his mouth was filled pasty spit.

His eyes felt dry and they burned more and more as time passed.

Since the room had no windows, he didn't know how much time had gone by with the lack of a clock to keep him updated. He simply laid there, refusing to give the crazy woman his attention.

She never raised a hand to him though. She never threatened him or insulted him. She sniffled a few times. He could remember that. She constantly talked to herself about how 'her son didn't love her'. She ran her hands through her long, messy, black curls and shook her head repeatedly. Like a dog.

She would even flop to the floor and beg him to come out of his hiding place.

By the day he had been rescued, he was unable to sleep, but had a difficulty staying awake. Like he was in some in between stage of consciousness. He could see everything within his line of vision, but nothing was detailed. Nothing stood out to him.

Only when Sev seemed to magically appear and Harry could hear his dulcet tones calmly calling out for him, did he respond.

It was a sort of sigh/whine hybrid noise. The darkness form laying under the bed, was filled with light as some people literally picked up the bed and placed it elsewhere in the room.

Harry was slowly turned onto his back, eyes squinting minutely at the sudden brightness that burned.

Sev leaned over him, his dark haring framing his face as he ran a hand through Harry's messy, black locks. Weird things were placed on his chest and something was hooked to his finger to test his pulse or something.

The effects of that event took a few months to combat, but by his eighth birthday, he was right as rain. Still, he had seen a counselor until he was ten.

During his eleventh Christmas, he witnessed a neighbor who was a little younger than him, get hit by a semi. It was a very slow moment and it felt like it passed forever. But Harry was staring out his window, wishing he could be outside on the snowy day. Lily kept the windows closed after his bad fall all those years ago, so his shout of warning went unnoticed by anyone outside. He did tell his mum who rushed in with worry and she then called the authorities.

After that amount of drama, Harry's life settled until he was fourteen.

Sirius had suffered cardiac arrest and died not too long after. Harry was listed to inherit everything he had, leaving Harry with a lot of money of his own and businesses that apparently needed running. Harry had to hire a tutor in business management then, so that he wouldn't squander millions of dollars and run the companies into the ground.

And so Harry's fifteenth year of life passed in relative normalcy.

And that all changed when his mother decided to move to a quaint little village in the middle of fucking nowhere. She was sick of city life.

Little Hangleton was like the vomit of the dregs. More than just the part that no one wanted. It didn't matter that the village had its own hierarchy, it was horrid.

Harry disliked everything about the place.

The people were worse busybodies than the press Harry had been involved with since he was young.

The town had its own history, its own nobility, its own horror stories, and the local deaf man who stood atop the church hill every Sunday morning, signing Ode to Joy.

Hadrian James Potter did not like Little Hangleton.

Not one bit.

He glared at the scenery, finding it wholly disturbing.

Nature. Disgusting.

"If you keep frowning like that, your face will freeze."

Harry whirled around, coming face to face with… wow.

Hot teen guy. Not disgusting.

Said hot male smirked a bit and held out a hand, "Everyone has been talking of you and your family's arrival. You are, Hadrian Potter?"

Harry nodded, accepting the handshake. "And you are whom?"

The smirk spread to steel, grey eyes.

"Tom Riddle."

A/N: The first is finished.

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