Summary: He was just a little boy. A little boy of eight years old that detests his own family. Wrong BWL story.
I do apoligise for all the grammar/spelling mistakes. At the moment there is nothing is can do about it. my word spell check doesn't work for some reason. mind you in any language. I am not used in writing without it. Even in my native language i make mistakes so be please be patience until i can finally do something about it.
i have been reading through my story again and i keep on finding grammar / spelling mistakes i haven't bothered in doing anything about it because in the end i keep on finding something new i have to change and it gets annoying after a while. at the moment i am also looking for a beta reader to help me. but don't count on it for a while. in the meantime i will keep on writing, mistakes and all. fuck my laptop i really need to have it checked over.
p.s i have been sick so don't expect much from me this month.
September 01 1991, Hogwarts.
"First years, first years, gather around." A Huge, bearded man was yelling from a far, towards the first year students.
The three young Heirs departed from the train, their masks in place, and made their way to the huge half gaint that was calling for them. Hadrian recognized him immediately.
The huge man was a half gaint named Rubeus Hagrid, Dumbledore's loyal lapdog. He used to come over with Dumbledore and the rest of the Order too Potter manor.
The Order was an illegal organisation that fought against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But since Voldermort has supposedly been killed that night, the only thing the imcompetent witches and wizards do is gossip about Death Eaters that have somehow managed to stay out of Azkaban. That and their precious boy wonder Marcellus Potter.
When he was younger he used to spy on their meatings. Jealous on how his twin was allowed to be in these mysterious gathering. It is a good thing he wasn't allowed. It would have been a matter of time before Dumbledore had gotten an glimpse of his intelligence. He was so naive back then. Craving for his parents attention.
After all the first years had gathered around Hagrid. He told them to get four persons per boat.
The friends got in one of the boats. A moment later a boy with clothing who had seen better days joined them. The boy who looked scrawny introduced himself as Noah Howard a muggleborn.
Now just because Hadrian couldn't stand the sight of muggles, doesn't mean that he felt the same about the muggleborns. It is unfortunate that Howard is born of muggles, but he has something that those muggle trash will never have. That is the ability to use magic. It would also be quite hypocritical of him considering that Lily is a muggleborn.
Hadrian himself doesn't mind that he is a halfblood. He knows for a fact that Marc resents that he is of a lower bloodstatus then people like Malfoy or even Weasley, who haven't a spare knut to rob together.
Even the slightest thing that can hold him back isn't tolerated in Marc's eyes. That's why it's so odd how he will put up with Weasley. It is not like the Weasel has anything except for his bloodstatus going for him. Even that isn't exactly true, since the Weasley's are widely known as bloodtraiters. The only thing that will keep Marc together with the Weasel is probably all the sucking up he has to do.
In Hadrian's mind it is a blessing. The fresh blood that Lily injected in the line by marrying James strengtened the bloodline and gave it more possiblities, because with the new magical blood in the line the magic had a lot more to work with. Instead of making sure that all of the impurities of inbreeding are minimal or erased. The new blood, made it so that any latent abilities the bloodline had could awaken. Yes, in his eyes it is a blessing.
Too bad most purebloods didn't see the benefits anymore. It is no wonder so many squibs have been born the last centuries. Hadrian thought forlornly.
You would think that with all the bloodlines that have been dying out people wouldn't be so fast to start a war. A war that would harm their way of living. Killing of purebloods even if they are considered bloodtraiters is one of the most foolish things he has ever heard off. But then again all those purebloods were those who were the result of heavy inbreeding. They weren't exactly the most sane purebloods out there. You only have to look to Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black to see the harm inbreeding does. Not does it cause insanity in her scale. Her family and husband were partly responsible. Sometimes Hadrian really couldn't understand the way the proud pureblood scions thought. Fools, all of them.
He is missing something. His gut feeling is telling him that something about this doesn't feel right. The Blacks were to much of a proud family to bow to Voldermort. Now he thought about it, he doesn't even know what their goal was. He has been so busy perfecting his gift and training his magic. Along with all the business deals he has been making. it hasn't ever come up. why, what did they want. it can't be possible to eradicate the muggles from this world. They need the muggleborns, their new blood to keep their bloodline strong, even the most hardcore muggle hater knows that. They won't directly bond to a muggleborn, but after a couple of generations their descendants are fare game.
More research Hadrian thought sourly. He doesn't think he will find out more than light propaganda. The winner does write history; as the famous saying goes.
Suddenly everyone saw Hogwarts. The castle that would become there home for the coming seven years. His breath stuck in his throat. It was magnificent. Hadrian could feel the hum of old magic, even without stepping foot on her grounds. There are no words to describe her beauty. Hogwart's was simply magical.
Hadrian wished he could always stay in this moment. Feeling so carefree and safe, with Hogwart's own magic reaching out to him. The moment they docked on land he knew that it was impossible. hadrian tightened his occumulency shields one more time before he stepped on the magical land.
The peaceful moment was shattered by none other then his dear twin. Not that the spoiled brat would ever admit being related to him. Both of them were quite happy with that. It helped that they didn't look the slightest like brothers, never mind twins. The only thing they had in common was their almond shaped eyes. His emerald green and Marc's hazel. Hogwarts populace will somehow get the idea in their head that they are cousins. Not that the both of them will deny it.
"You don't know who i am." Marc's voice echoed incredulously through the clearing, his body language showing exactly what he thought of the ignorant girl.
"Marc potter is the boy-who-lived. He saved us from you-know-who." Ronald Weasley sneered at the brown haired girl. Who seemed, would burst into tears any moment now.
The leech has managed to stick himself on boy wonder already. To think that his own flesh and blood was so easily fooled. It made him to want to knock some sense into his over blown head.
Hadrian glanced at Blaise and rolled his eyes. Showing how little he thought of the superior attitude Marc seemed to give off. That and the bootlickers he had already managed to secure for himself.
Hadrian tuned them out. Everyone followed Hagrid to the castle. He heard Malfoy complaing in the background. That made him smirk. He will be able to have a lot of fun in expense off the ponce.
If there was something Marc was good at, it was making people feel inferior. He and Malfoy will be at each others throat so much, that he had already the perfect yule gift for them. Hadrian thought gleefully. Nothing less than they deserve.
Thanks to the most spoiled brats he has ever known, he will be able to fade in the background easily. Hadrian almost laughed at that. If only they knew how much they would help him unconsciously with his plans. Before he knew it they had arrived before Hogwarts main door.
The door swung open at once. a tall, dark haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. she had a very stern face, but the moment you got in her heart you got away with a lot more, especially if you were one of her beloved Gryffindors like the marauders. Hadrian thought, analyzing her without showing an ounce of emotion.
"The first years, Professor McGonagall", said the lapdog.
"Thank you Hagrid, i will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide open. The entrance hall was big, but anyone that has been in the home of an ancient family wouldn't be impressed. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Hadrian could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right. the rest of the school was already here, but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. Most crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously. The pureblood scions tried to look like nothing bothered them, but even they were nervous for their incoming sorting.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts."
"You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
"Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points." She looked pointedly at marc potter, who tried to look innocent while smirking.
"At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Weasley's smudged nose.
Hadrian knew they looked like the perfect purebloods. In their case there was nothing to be worried about. He grabbed Neville's arm to stop him from fidgeting. "Don't worry Nev remember what i told you." blaise didn't show any nervousness at all. There was no doubt in his mind that he would become a Slytherin.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber.
He looked around taking in his future classmates, and saw that everyone else looked terrified. No one was talking much except for Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need.
Hadrian tried hard not to listen to her. She has such an annoying, self righteous voice. He knew that the only reason she was droning on, was because she was just as nervous as everyone else. It didn't change that he won't ever be able to stand the sight of her. It is people like Hermione Granger that give muggleborns such a bad name.
He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to the next stage of his grand plan.
Several people behind him screamed.
"What the - ?"
He didn't gasp like the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall.
Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?"
"He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered. Hadrian resisted the urge the say something sarcastic.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely. They were obviously muggleborns.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Feeling a sense of déjá vu, Hadrian got into line behind Blaise,with Neville behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Hadrian had seen the Great Hall in his visions. Without them he could never have imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.
Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Hadrian looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." He heard Marc telling her to shut up.
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. The four Founders really were one of a kind. There is no doubt in his mind that if they could see what has become of their legacy, that curses and hexes would be flying around. If my lifework would get ruined because of the ignorance and prejudice of someone who is supposed to protect their legacy. I too would be going on an killing spree.
Hadrian looked down again as he saw Professor McGonagall silently placing a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. It looked like it had seen better years. But it is still an ancient artifact from the Founders era.
Noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. Just for the heck of it. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Hadrian heard Weasley whispering too Marc in front of him. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Hadrian inwardly smiled mockingly. The boy really was a fool. Really a troll. He did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. Hadrian was trying to fade in the background. It will be hard with his looks. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Hadrian was not pleased at all, even though he already knew how they would get sorted.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah. He ignored the rest of the sorting. Sometimes, Hadrian noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide.
Granger almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Weasley groaned along with his brother. It seems they already had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting each other. Better them than him. Too bad that Nev also has to put up with her.
The boy walked with his head down towards the stool and hesistantly put on the hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" Howard almost walked away with the hat still on his head. Blushing he sat down at the Gryffindor table. Mortified with what he almost had done.
When Neville was called, he looked over to them looking for something in their faces. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Good luck Hadrian thought he would need it with living in the same house as the Weasleys, the boy-who-lived and the know-it-all mudblood.
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once:the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy went to join his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon"
Then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last - "Potter, Hadriannus!" How he detested that name.
As Hadrian stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. Blaise in the meantime was glaring at his follow yearmates. Daring them to say something.
"Potter, did she say?"
"Like, Marc Potter?"
"They don't look alike, maybe they are cousins!"
The last thing Hadrian saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people looking curiously at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"Hmm,"said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin."
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that. My oh my, what do we have here the sorting hat said. It seems i have missed some things. A natural occulumens are we." The hat tutted for trying to hide his true memories.
The sorting hat was getting frantic from the moment it went past his fake memories and through his shield. Hadrian grinted his teeth. To think his shields can get bypast so easily makes him to want to hurl the hat of his head. The has was unusually silent.
"So now you know." Hadrian hoped that the only being 'sentient artifact or not' that will ever know how far he will go to save his family, won't condem him for any actions he has to take to ensure the welfare of his precious people. He will do anything to make sure that such a wretched future won't happen.
"I am so sorry, young Heir", The sorting hat said mournfully. "No one should have to see that. To think that you still hold on too your morals and sanity despite everything."
"I won't become what i despise. I wouldn't be any better that those muggle trash i look down upon. Now that you know please put me in Ravenclaw. I can't afford to get sorted into Slytherin no matter how much of their qualities i have."
"You underestimate yourself young Morrïgan, you could fit in any of the houses. If the Founders had been alive, they would all be fighting toad and nail for you. Especially ravenclaw and slytherin."
"It is not only Heir Longbottom that doesn't clearly seen himself. Though you do have one devious mind. Once again i have to say, Slytherin would help you in your way to greatness."
"Travis." The hat seemed surprised that he knew it's name. After seeing what it had. It really shouldn't.
"I already am on my way to greatness. It doesn't matter which house i will call my home, the coming seven years. In the end Ravenclaw is the most convenient for me. You off all people should know what i need right know."
"Yes i know. Slytherin would be on an warpath if he could see what has become of his legacy. The same goes for all of the other founders. If you are sure."
"Yes i am." Hadrian said firmly. "It better be "RAVENCLAW". Good luck young Morrïgan. If you ever need my help with anything, you know how to get a hold of me."
"Thank you." Hadrian would take him op on that offer, later on. He took off Travis and walked gracefully toward the Ravenclaw table. He hardly noticed that he was getting some curious looks.
"He is so dreamy."
"Is he really a surviver of the killing curse?"
"What house do you think he will be in."
"Don't be stupid, he is the boy-who-lived. Of course he will be a Gryffindor."
"Did you see his scar?"
Marc arrogantly swaggered towards the stool. Eyeing the hat on it with disgust, before he put it on. Basking in all of the rightfull attention that should have been on him from the start. Waving charmingly towards a couple of second years at the Gryffindor table. Who cares about the loser of a twin of his.
"GRYFFINDOR." Marc shot an arrogant smirk towards his brother while walking towards the red headed twins like he owned the place.
Percy the Prefect got up and shook Marc's hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Hadrian knew that by the end of the first year everyone will wish that the spoiled brat had been sorted in any other house then theirs.
He could see the High Table. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid. Dumbledore's loyal lapdog. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Hadrian recognized him at once. Even if he didn't visit Potter Manor for as long as he could remember. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. That and his his choice of wardrobe. Hadrian also spotted Professor Quirrell. His target for this year. And now there were only four people left to be sorted.
"Thomas, Dean," a black boy even taller than the Weasley, joined Marc at the Gryffindor table.
"Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was the fools turn. He was pale green by now. A second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin immediately. His friends wouldn't have it any other way. Any other house would have made Blaise an outcast.
Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Hadrian looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. . Yeay, as his minions he thought with contempt.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Except for Hadrian and the Slytherins.
The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. Hadrian had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
The Potters had never starved Hadrian, but he'd never been comfortable while eating with them. They usually ignored him and his sisters and fawned over Marc. Eating with them made him sick of disgust.
Hadrian piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious. He has to send a couple of his elves to the kitchen. Yes, it is exactly what i will do he decided impulsively.
Hadrian looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was right next to Malfoy who, Hadrian was pleased to see, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements. He also saw Blaise smirking at Malfoy amused with the situation. While he wasn't fased at all with their bloody house ghost.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding - "
As Hadrian helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turned to their families. Everyone was curious at how he was related to the boy-who-lived.
"We are twins." Hadrian said ignoring their probing questions about boy wonder.
"If you want to know anything about Marc than you have to wait and see. We will be classmates for seven years. It isn't like you won't be able to talk with him yourself." That last bit got their attention. Of course, why didn't they think of that themselves.
The only person not enamored with the boy-who-lived seems to be Su Li. The petit witch wasn't ugly or anything as a matter of fact she would grow in the looks of an oriental beauty. But still something about her was bugging him. It feels like he has forgotten something. Impossible he has as perfect memory, too perfect sometimes. Hadrian decided to keep an eye on her. She seems to fade in the background with too much ease.
Hadrian, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table half gaint was drinking deeply from his goblet. McGonagall was talking tothe old coat. Professor Quirrellmort, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. He looks even uglier in real live.
Hadrian watched Quirell for a while. What is dumbledore thinking letting an unstable Voldermort in the castle. There are better ways to test boy wonder. Instead he risks the lives of all the students he was sworn to protect.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Hadrian was furious. His occulumency helped hiding his anger at the headmaster, but he was one of the few who saw something wrong with the warning.
"He's not serious?" Entwistle muttered to him.
"Must be," Hadrian said, frowning at Dumbledore. "Dumbledore never does something without a good reason."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Hadrian noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The Ravenclaw first years followed Penelope Clearwater through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Hadrian's legs were like lead again. He was too sleepy to care where they were going. By morning he will have remembered the route they took climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Hadrian was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt. Hadrian wasn't listening to the explenation of the prefects. Can't they just get it over with. So they have to solve a riddle to gain entrance, big deal. All he wanted to do at the moment, was lie in bed and surrender to Morpheus realm.
After the door swung open, they all scrambled through it, and found themselves in the Ravenclaw common room. The room was a beautifully decorated and spacious room, with a domelike ceiling and arched windows providing plenty of daylight during the morning and afternoon. The windows were framed with blue curtains and a midnight-blue carpet covered the floor, matching it to the standard Ravenclaw colours. The room was circular in shape, with several stairs leading up to the student dorms, a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw near the entrance and even a small library to educate the house of the intelligent.
"As you've just seen, the entrance door has to be answered to gain access to the common room. Ravenclaw house is known as the house of the intelligent and as such, it is expected that you can answer the riddles and tests of knowledge it provides. If you don't know the answer, you won't gain entry. You can always wait for someone who does, check the library down the corridor for any Ravenclaw students or ask Professor Flitwick, our head of house, whose office is just past the library." The male prefect explained.
"The first-year dorms are the up those stairs, girls on the left and boys on the right and the older students are further down the corridors. The dorms are designed to suit our needs, studying often happens there so keep the noise down. The common room is mainly for interaction and relaxation, but it is possible that students are reading here as well, so don't blow things up."
"As this is the house of the intelligent, there are mandatory study sessions that take place once a week for every year. First through fourth year study with the fifth years to revise for their O.W.L.'s and upper years do so with the seventh years for their N.E.W.T.'s. First year study sessions take place on Wednesday nights, before your evening Astronomy lessons. If you'll be absent, please inform a prefect or Professor Flitwick with the reason, so we know you aren't failing your classes."
The male prefect led the boys up to the dorm and the female prefect took the girls up the other stairs. They were told that male students couldn't enter the girls rooms, but reverse was possible. Hadn't these incompetent wizards ever heard of female perverts, or morgana forbid Hadrian shuddered fangirls.
His room was perfect, or at least as good as it could be. There was a desk next to his four poster bed, with a shelf above it for their books. Hadrian considered he would place his first-year books there, but would keep the rest safely in the trunk. It would be an one way ticket to Azkaban for him if someone found out of some of the things he has in his possesion.
The bed was comfy enough with a soft mattress and blue curtains to keep out the light in the morning. He quickly placed some simple wards in the room, they would at least warn him if someone came in his room. Vigilance never hurt anybody and he has been living in the same manor of a former Marauder for his entire existence. He was bound to pick up some things.
Oh, before he forgot; "Mala, Sage, Pearl." Immediately three young female house-elves dressed in their maid outfit with the Morrïgan crest visible, proudly stood before their young master, eagerly to do his bidding.
"Would you like to learn how to cook, in Hogwarts?" Hadrian asked them smiling, already salvating at all the delicious dishes they will be able to make for him.
The three young elves were eagerly bouncing from excitement. "Master is a great master. Hogwarts is like a dream come true any elf to learn the trade." Sage exclaimed wanting to show the young master how happy she was. Sage hasn't been long with the young master. He was an strange wizard, but he took great care of them. Young master didn't hurt them, and gave them several uniforms, and even thought them how to read, write and speak probably.
"You have my permission then to ask the Head-elf for an apprenticeship."
"Young master is the best. Sage will make sure to learn everything she can. And so do Mala and Pearl, right." Saga glared at her fellow elves who were still not used to having a kind wizard for owner." They coward at the glare Saga shot them. Quickly they nodded their content.
Hadrian laughed at that Saga always seems to make him laugh one way or another. He was already in planning in making her his personal elf in the future, but only after she has learned everything to be able to handle the position. The young elf has too much spunk to get stuck in the kitchen the entire time.
"Well of you go." Hadrian waved them off, too tired to do anything more than crawl into bed. He prayed to Morgana, that he wouldn't have any visions this night. He craved for a good night's sleep.