Chapter 26- Confessions
Hadrian had been having a particularly bad day. It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. He woke up feeling off, his usual morning routine of studying and exercising before the day's classes bringing no solace.
The unsettling feeling gnawed at him, making him irritable and distracted. He wasn't sure if it was the sleepless nights, the endless whispers behind his back about him being in Slytherin, or simply the looming presence of his brother, Julian, that was driving him mad.Julian Potter. Even though he was four years younger and didn't even attend Hogwarts yet, he seemed to haunt Hadrian's life.
At seven years old, Julian was small, charismatic, and adored by nearly everyone who came into contact with him. The Potter family's golden child. Everywhere Hadrian went, it was as if he were just a shadow in Julian's light.
Even at Hogwarts, people constantly asked him about his younger brother. Today was no different. In the corridors between classes, Hadrian had been approached by at least six different girls — all older, all infuriating. They weren't interested in him at all; they wanted him to deliver letters to Julian. Fan mail, as if he were some child celebrity.
These girls, all around fourteen or fifteen years old, were mooning over a kid, barely out of childhood, as if he were some prince. They giggled and blushed, talking about how "adorable" and "cute" he was.
For Merlin's sake, he didn't even grow up with Julian.
But they couldn't be bothered to give their letters to his parents — James and Lily, who were teaching at Hogwarts. Oh no, that would be too embarrassing. Instead, they thought it was perfectly fine to dump it all on Hadrian, like he was some kind of messenger pigeon for their fan mail.
He clenched his fists, anger flaring up inside him. For Merlin's sake, they were four years older than Julian, and they still acted like lovesick fools. It wasn't just annoying, it was humiliating. Why did everything have to be about Julian? Why couldn't anyone notice *him*?
The breaking point came when a Hufflepuff girl — round-faced and cheerful, like most of her housemates — caught his eye in the Great Hall. She was staring at him from across the room, holding a letter in her hands, her cheeks turning pink.
He knew exactly what was coming. She was going to walk over, ask if he could "pretty please" deliver a letter to Julian, and flutter her eyelashes like it would make him want to help her.
When she did, Hadrian snapped.
"No, I am *not* delivering another damn letter to Julian!" he shouted, causing several heads in the Great Hall to turn and stare.
The girl's face crumpled in shock, her eyes wide and watery. "If you're so desperate to give it to him, owl it yourself or give it to my parents. I'm not your bloody mailman!"
The girl stammered, "I... I didn't mean to—""I don't care what you meant!" Hadrian's voice was louder than he intended, his frustration pouring out unchecked.
"I am *not* dealing with any more of this Julian nonsense!"The girl hurried away, clearly shaken, but Hadrian didn't feel any better. In fact, the outburst only made his mood worse. He didn't want to be angry, but he couldn't help it.
Why did it always feel like everyone cared about Julian more than him? Why was he always the one left out, the one forgotten?
Later that evening, Hadrian was sitting in a dimly lit corner of the Slytherin common room with Draco, Theo, and Blaise. They were sprawled across the couches, talking and joking, trying to unwind after the day's frustrations.
The common room was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth, casting shadows against the stone walls. Their conversation had drifted, as it often did, into discussing the girls at Hogwarts.
"Did you see Pansy today?" Draco smirked, running a hand through his slicked-back blond hair. "I swear, she's getting a bigger chest every time I see her."Theo snorted. "You're obsessed, mate. But yeah, I'll admit, she's got a nice figure. That ass though..."
He made a gesture with his hands, and the boys burst out laughing.Hadrian couldn't help but join in, the tension from earlier slowly easing off. "You know who's got a *real* figure?" he said, leaning back in his chair. "Tracey Davis. She's quiet, but when she walks by... you can't miss those legs."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You're looking at the legs? I'm more interested in her smile. Cute face, too. But man, those thighs..."Their laughter filled the room as they exchanged teasing jabs, each one trying to outdo the others in their playful fantasies about the Hogwarts girls.
The conversation was a crude, easy banter that helped Hadrian momentarily forget his frustrations. For a moment, it felt good to be one of the guys, to joke and laugh without worrying about anything else.Draco leaned in with a wicked grin.
"What about Daphne, eh, Hadrian? She's been hanging around you a lot. And Tonks... imagine the two of them together, wearing nothing but—"Before Draco could finish, the door to the common room creaked open, and a Slytherin girl stepped in, glancing around before her eyes landed on Hadrian.
"Potter, there's someone here to see you," she said, her voice neutral but slightly amused. "You might want to come outside."Theo nudged Hadrian with a smirk. "Bet it's Daphne and Tonks in lingerie. Finally decided to give you that lap dance, eh?"The boys chuckled as Hadrian rolled his eyes, standing up. "Yeah, right. I'll be back in a minute.
"As he stepped outside the common room, the laughter from his friends fading behind him, Hadrian's expression shifted back to frustration. His stomach dropped when he saw who was waiting for him.
Hadrian Potter felt the lingering warmth of the common room's hearth ebbing away behind him as he stepped out into the cold stone corridors of Hogwarts. The laughter of his friends faded, their voices muted as the heavy door creaked shut, leaving only silence to accompany him.
His face, which moments ago had worn a forced smile, quickly darkened with frustration, the pretense crumbling like ash.
He had no desire for the empty conversations, the false camaraderie that Hogwarts insisted upon him. Something heavier weighed on his mind—something darker that clung to his chest like a vice. If the streets had taught him one thing, it was that trust was earned.
As he rounded the corner, his heart sank like a stone when his gaze fell upon two familiar figures standing at the far end of the hallway. James and Lily Potter—his parents, if he could still call them that—stood together in the dim moonlight that filtered through the tall windows.
Their postures were stiff, their faces drawn and tense. They were a far cry from the heroic couple the world knew, the saviors of the wizarding world who had somehow, through some twisted fate, managed to shatter their own family.
Lily was the first to move, her hands wringing nervously at her sides as she stepped forward, her eyes filled with something that resembled both fear and guilt. Hadrian had never seen her look so unsettled. "Hadrian," she began softly, her voice trembling, almost as if she were afraid of the very words she spoke.
Hadrian tensed, his gaze darting between them. He wasn't in the mood for this. Not now. Not ever. He had spent years chasing after their approval, yearning for a word, a touch, anything that would make him feel like he belonged in their picture-perfect world.
But now, after all the neglect, the abandonment, he wasn't sure if he even wanted it anymore. The bitterness in his heart ran too deep.
But there was something in their expressions, something in the way his father stood rigidly beside his mother, his face set in a troubled grimace that made Hadrian pause. They looked like they had come to deliver a death sentence. And in some ways, perhaps they had.
"We... we need to talk," Lily continued, her voice cracking ever so slightly.
Hadrian's lips pressed into a thin line, his fists clenching by his sides. He wanted to snap at her, to tell her that there was nothing left to say. But instead, he forced himself to remain silent, his gaze cold and unyielding.
His father, James, looked even more haggard than usual, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot, as though he hadn't slept in days.
He motioned for Hadrian to follow, his movements sharp and abrupt, lacking the warmth of a father's invitation.
"Come with us," James said, his voice low and strained. It wasn't a request—it was an order.Hadrian hesitated for a moment, a thousand bitter retorts dancing on the tip of his tongue. He could just turn and walk away, leave them to their misery. But curiosity, or perhaps some deep-seated need for answers, kept his feet rooted to the spot.
With a heavy sigh, he followed them down the corridor and into a nearby classroom, the door shutting behind them with a soft click, sealing them in the oppressive silence.
The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the pale glow of the moon that streamed through the windows, casting long, eerie shadows on the stone floor. There was something suffocating about the air in the room, something that made Hadrian's skin crawl with unease. His parents stood before him, their faces obscured by the dim light, but the tension in the room was palpable.
Lily was the first to speak, her voice trembling as she broke the silence. "We've... we've made a lot of mistakes, Hadrian. So many, and I don't even know where to start."
Hadrian's chest tightened, his eyes narrowing as he listened. **Mistakes.**
That was one way to put it. He had spent his entire childhood wondering why they had abandoned him, why they had chosen Julian over him. And now, standing here, listening to their excuses, it all felt so... hollow.
Lily glanced at James, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, as though seeking reassurance. James, however, remained still, his jaw clenched tightly as he avoided his son's gaze. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—guilt, perhaps—but it was buried deep beneath layers of cold indifference.
"Years ago," Lily began, her voice barely above a whisper, "when we went into hiding from Voldemort... things changed. I was trying to protect you and Julian, but... I made mistakes." Her hands trembled as she spoke, her fingers twisting the fabric of her robes nervously. "I experimented with magic I didn't fully understand, and it... it awakened something dark. Something that took control of me."
Hadrian's eyes widened slightly, but he kept his expression impassive. "What do you mean, 'something dark'?" he asked, his voice flat.
Lily's breath hitched, her gaze flickering to the floor as if she couldn't bear to meet his eyes. "A dark spirit, a cursed entity. It fed off my guilt and fears, twisted my thoughts. I wasn't myself for a long time. It was why... why we left you with the Dursleys." Her voice cracked, and she blinked back tears. "I thought... I thought I was protecting you by staying away. I thought I'd bring you harm if I stayed close."
Hadrian's stomach churned, a sickening feeling of dread creeping over him. This was worse than he had imagined. For so long, he had believed that they simply didn't care, that they had abandoned him because Julian was the golden child, the one worth protecting. But now... now he was hearing that his mother had been possessed by some dark entity, and his father had been too consumed with his own demons to do anything about it.
James shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening as he finally spoke, his voice gruff. "And I didn't help things either," he admitted, though there was no warmth in his tone. "I... I came into possession of something—something powerful and dangerous—during the war. The Elder Wand."
Hadrian's blood ran cold at the mention of the legendary wand. He had read about it before, heard whispers of its power, but he had never imagined that his own father had wielded it. His mind raced, trying to piece together what this revelation meant.
"The wand has a curse," James continued, his voice tight and measured, as though he were reciting a confession that had been rehearsed countless times in his mind. "It magnifies your desires, your fears. I thought I could protect our family with it, but all it did was make things worse. I became obsessed with power, with control. And... I lost sight of everything that mattered."
There was a flicker of something dark in James' eyes, a shadow that lingered just beneath the surface, as though he were still haunted by the choices he had made. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, his movements jerky, almost frantic, as if the memories were too much to bear.
Lily reached out, placing a trembling hand on Hadrian's arm, her touch feather-light. "We thought... we thought we were doing the right thing, but we were wrong. So terribly wrong. Julian... we focused on him because it felt safer, less dangerous. But that was our mistake. We should never have abandoned you like we did."
Hadrian stared at them, his emotions a swirling maelstrom of anger, confusion, and something far darker that simmered just beneath the surface. He had spent years wondering why they had chosen Julian over him, why they had left him to suffer with the Dursleys, and now, here they were, telling him that they had been manipulated, both of them, by forces they couldn't control. But that didn't change the fact that they had abandoned him.
"Let me get this straight," Hadrian said slowly, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You left me with those monsters because you were afraid of some cursed object? Some dark spirit?" He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "And you thought that was an excuse?"
James' face hardened, his jaw clenching as he straightened his posture. There was a coldness in his eyes now, a flash of anger that he struggled to suppress. "It wasn't just that," he snapped, his voice sharp. "There were other factors—"
Hadrian cut him off, his voice rising with a dangerous edge. "Other factors? Like what, exactly? The fact that you preferred Julian because he was easier to handle? Because he didn't remind you of all your failures?"
Lily flinched at his words, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, but she remained silent. James, however, seemed to bristle at the accusation, his fists clenching at his sides. For a moment, Hadrian thought his father might lash out, might say something cruel, but instead, James took a slow, deliberate breath, as though he were trying to regain control.
"The Elder Wand twisted things," James said through gritted teeth, his voice low and tense. "It fed on my fears, on my need to protect you all. But with that came paranoia. I started to believe things... things that weren't true."
Hadrian's heart pounded in his chest, a sickening feeling settling in his stomach. "Like what?" he demanded, his voice laced with venom.
James hesitated, his gaze flickering to Lily as though seeking permission to continue. Lily nodded, her face pale and strained. "Like... the belief that you were a danger to us. That you were cursed."
Hadrian's world tilted, his vision swimming as the words sunk in. He felt as though the ground had been ripped out from under him, as though everything he had believed was unraveling before his very eyes.
Hadrian's breath hitched, his throat tightening as if someone had clenched their hands around his neck. The words hung in the air like a death sentence, echoing in the dim, cold silence of the room. His father's voice had barely risen above a whisper, but the impact was enough to send Hadrian reeling.
"A danger," he repeated, his voice hoarse and disbelieving. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing tighter, the moonlight from the windows dimming, as though the weight of his father's accusation had drained even the light from the world.
"You thought I was... cursed?"
Lily stepped forward, her hands trembling at her sides, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something—anything—that could soften the blow. But what could possibly soften this? How could they expect him to absorb the fact that his own parents had looked at him not with love, not with concern, but with fear? That they had believed, at some point, that he was tainted, marked with something evil and beyond their control?
"We didn't know," Lily whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears glistened in her eyes, and for the first time, Hadrian could see the raw desperation in her. But that did nothing to quench the fire of betrayal that was growing inside him. "The magic I was tangled with... the wand that James had... it all twisted our perceptions. We thought—" She broke off, her voice catching in her throat, as though she couldn't bear to finish the sentence.
James swallowed hard, his jaw clenched tight as he avoided his son's eyes. His face was pale, his knuckles white where his hands gripped the edge of a desk in front of him. He looked like a man haunted by ghosts, shadows clinging to his every word. "The Elder Wand," he said, his voice shaking now, cracking under the pressure of what he had to reveal.
"It... it amplified everything. Every fear I had about losing you, every doubt about whether I was strong enough to protect this family. And you—" His voice faltered, a storm of emotions flashing in his darkened gaze. "You became a part of that. I became obsessed with the idea that you might be... dangerous, that you might hurt the family without even meaning to."
Hadrian staggered backward, his hand reaching out to steady himself against the cold stone wall. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving nothing but suffocating silence and the overwhelming weight of his father's confession.
He had spent years, years, trying to understand why they had pushed him away, why they had favored Julian, why they had left him to rot with the Dursleys, and now... now they were telling him it was because they had believed him to be a **threat.**
A bitter, humorless laugh escaped him, the sound harsh and grating in the quiet room. "So you thought I was cursed," he said slowly, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "And what did you do? You just... left me? Threw me away like some kind of broken toy? And for what? To protect Julian? To protect yourselves?"
Lily shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks now. "No, Hadrian, it wasn't like that," she cried, her voice breaking with every word. "We were trying to keep you safe. We didn't know what was happening, we didn't understand the full extent of the magic that was affecting us. We thought... we thought that by keeping you away, we were protecting you from whatever darkness was following us."
"Protecting me?" Hadrian's voice rose, sharp and filled with venom. "By leaving me with people who despised me? By letting me grow up in a house where I was nothing more than a punching bag?" He could feel the years of pent-up anger, the years of abandonment and betrayal bubbling to the surface, and he wasn't sure if he could stop it now.
It was like a dam had broken inside him, and everything he had kept buried for so long was rushing out in a torrent of fury.
James winced, his face contorting with guilt, but he said nothing. It was Lily who spoke again, her voice trembling as she reached out toward him, her hand hovering in the space between them as if she was afraid to touch him. "We thought the Dursleys were the safest option," she whispered, her voice weak and pleading. "We thought that by staying away, we could keep you away from the darkness that had consumed us. We didn't realize... we didn't know how badly they would treat you."
Hadrian's eyes burned, but no tears came. He had cried too many tears over the years, alone in his cupboard, alone in the world, and now, standing here in front of the people who were supposed to be his parents, he felt nothing but cold, empty rage. "You didn't know?" he spat, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.
"You didn't **care**. You left me with them, and you never looked back. You never once thought to check on me, to see how I was doing, to see if I was even alive."
James flinched as if he had been struck, his eyes finally meeting Hadrian's for the first time. There was guilt there, deep and festering, but there was also something else—something darker, something that Hadrian couldn't quite place. "I wanted to," he said quietly, his voice strained. "There were times I wanted to come for you, but... the curse—"
"Don't," Hadrian snarled, cutting him off with a sharp, vicious edge to his voice. "Don't you dare blame this on some curse. You made a choice. Both of you. You chose to leave me. You chose Julian. And now you expect me to forgive you because you're finally admitting that you were scared? That you were weak?"
Lily let out a soft sob, her hand flying to her mouth as she shook her head. "No, Hadrian, please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "We didn't mean to hurt you. We thought we were doing what was best, but we were wrong. So wrong."
Hadrian's heart twisted painfully in his chest, but he couldn't let himself soften. He couldn't let the years of pain and betrayal go with just a few words of apology. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
"You don't get to apologize," he said, his voice cold and hard. "You don't get to ask for forgiveness. Not after everything you've done. Not after you abandoned me and let me rot in that hellhole while you played happy family with Julian."
James' face tightened, his eyes flashing with something that looked like anger, but he didn't respond. He couldn't. What could he possibly say that would make any of this right?The silence that followed was deafening, oppressive. The weight of the truth they had laid bare between them pressed down on all of them, suffocating and thick with the bitterness of years wasted, of love lost, of trust shattered beyond repair.
Hadrian stood there, his chest heaving with the force of his emotions, his hands trembling at his sides. He had come into this room seeking answers, but now that he had them, he wasn't sure what to do with them. The truth was worse than he had imagined. The truth was that his parents had failed him, not because they didn't care, but because they had been too consumed by their own fears and weaknesses to fight for him. They had left him behind, abandoned him, and now they expected him to just... forgive?
He couldn't. He wouldn't.
With a sharp, ragged breath, Hadrian turned on his heel and stormed toward the door, his movements stiff and jerky as though he could barely contain the rage that was boiling inside him. His parents called after him, tried to stop him, standing there in the darkened room, their shadows long and twisted by the pale moonlight, their faces etched with the pain of knowing that they had lost him—perhaps forever.
As the door slammed shut behind him, Hadrian felt something inside him break. But he didn't stop. He didn't look back. He just kept walking, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the castle, the cold air biting at his skin as he disappeared into the darkness, alone once again.
For so long, he had dreamed of this moment, of hearing his parents say they were sorry. But now that it had come, it was like ash in his mouth.
He left the room slowly, his footsteps heavy, weighed down by the confrontation. The stairs creaked beneath him as he descended, but as he reached the lower landing, he was met by two familiar faces—Daphne and Tonks.
Both girls had clearly been waiting for him. Daphne's icy blue eyes narrowed in concern, while Tonks flashed him a quick, lopsided grin, though her eyes were soft with understanding.
Before he could say a word, they moved toward him. Daphne wrapped her arms around him first, pulling him into a tight, firm embrace, her body pressing against his in a way that made his breath hitch. Her hands slid down his back, her touch soft but possessive.
And then Tonks was there, pressing against him from the other side. Her tall, curvy frame pressed into him, and he found himself trapped between them.
Her chest, larger and fuller than Daphne's, pressed against his face, and for a moment, he felt as if he couldn't breathe.Tonks smirked, rubbing her body against his with playful abandon.
"Missed us, did ya?" she teased, but her voice was lower, almost sultry.Hadrian could feel his body reacting, a heat rising in him that he hadn't anticipated, his face flushing as their bodies pressed closer.
"Come on," Daphne whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "You're not alone."Hadrian couldn't think, couldn't speak. His mind was overwhelmed, caught between the raw emotions of his parents and the sudden, intoxicating closeness of Daphne and Tonks.
His hands instinctively tightened on Daphne's waist, and she leaned into him, her smirk widening as she felt the tension in his body."You'll be alright," Tonks whispered, her voice a mix of comfort and something far more dangerous, her breasts still pressed against him, her fingers tracing down his back. "We've got you.
"Hadrian's head spun, torn between the emotions roiling in his chest and the unmistakable, growing arousal their proximity was causing. His breath quickened, but neither Daphne nor Tonks seemed to notice—or maybe they did. Maybe they enjoyed the way his body reacted to them.Daphne's fingers slid under his chin, tilting his head up so that his eyes met hers.
There was a flicker of something mischievous in her icy gaze, but also understanding. "You're stronger than them, Hadrian. Stronger than your father will ever know."Tonks' hands slid down his chest, her touch light but deliberate. She pressed her hips into him just a little more, and his mind blanked for a moment, his pulse racing.
Hadrian swallowed hard, trying to regain some control over his spiraling emotions, but it was impossible with the two of them so close, their warmth seeping into him, grounding him in a way he hadn't realized he needed.
And for the first time that night, as the chaos of the past hour whirled around in his mind, he felt something like peace—not from his parents' words, but from the presence of the two women who now held him, body and soul.He didn't have to face it all alone.But even as he stood there, enveloped in their embrace, his thoughts lingered on James' parting words—on the bitter accusation that still cut deep.
He was a Slytherin. A snake. And maybe, in his father's eyes, he always would be.
It had been two months after Halloween and the unpleasant talk with James and Lily. Although he avoided both, he had a feeling that they would try to talk to him again. He kept thinking of other things, his mind kept drifting off to the Potters and his talk with them.
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The Christmas Hols were starting and the Hogwarts Express was full of people returning home.
The Hogwarts Express had barely pulled out of Hogwarts before the Weasley twins made their move. The low rumble of the train's engine was punctuated by the snap of firecrackers exploding, their bright, sizzling sparks lighting up the narrow corridors of the train with a series of sharp cracks.
In an instant, the dull roar of conversation between the students was shattered by shrieks of surprise and laughter as multicolored sparks flew from the twin troublemakers' latest creation.
Fred and George were perched on top of their seats in the middle of one of the carriages, wands drawn, grinning maniacally as they sent off another volley of fireworks into the air.
These weren't just any firecrackers—no, the twins had been working on something special for this trip. As the firecrackers exploded, they transformed into various magical creatures—dragons made of smoke that roared in miniature and flew around the compartment before vanishing in a puff of red and gold. Fire-breathing salamanders that darted across the ceiling, leaving trails of sizzling sparks in their wake. The twins had really outdone themselves this time.
"Merlin's beard! Fred, watch out!" George cackled as one particularly feisty fire-snake shot towards his twin's head, nearly singeing his hair before it exploded into a shower of glittering stars.
"Close one, eh?" Fred grinned, ducking just in time. "But we can't let them have all the fun, can we?"
With a flourish, Fred flicked his wand, and another firework shot out, this time erupting into a massive shower of glittering bats that flapped noisily around the carriage, eliciting gasps and laughter from the students who ducked as they swooped down towards their heads.
The chaos spread quickly, students leaping up from their seats to avoid the flying creatures and sparks, while others laughed and cheered, caught up in the mayhem. The compartment was filled with the sound of cracking firecrackers, whoops of joy, and the buzz of excited chatter. The scent of sulfur and something sweet, like caramel, filled the air, no doubt a secret ingredient added by the twins for that extra touch.
Suddenly, there was a loud, furious stomping sound from the far end of the train. Percy Weasley, the self-proclaimed Head Boy, was striding down the aisle with all the fury of a storm. His Prefect badge gleamed on his chest, and his glasses were askew as his face turned a shade of red that nearly matched his hair. He looked every bit the portrait of an exasperated authority figure who had long ago given up on reining in his younger brothers, but who would try, yet again, to do so for the sake of decorum.
"What in the name of all that is magical do you two think you're doing?!" Percy bellowed, his voice rising above the commotion as he stormed towards Fred and George, who exchanged amused glances.
"Percy, Percy," Fred said with a mock sigh, jumping down from his seat and placing a hand over his heart, "we were just trying to liven things up a bit."
"Yeah, Perce," George chimed in, sliding down beside his brother with a grin. "The train ride was getting a bit dull, you know? Everyone was practically falling asleep."
Percy looked as though he might explode. His face had turned a dangerous shade of purple now. "Dull? DULL?! You are endangering the safety of the students with your—your—*fireworks*!""Aw, come on, Perce," George said, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulders as if trying to calm him down. "It's not like anyone got hurt."
Fred nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we even made sure to charm the bats to only scare people a little bit. No harm, no foul, right?"
But Percy was not convinced. He shoved George's arm off his shoulder and straightened his glasses, glaring at them both. "This is entirely inappropriate! As Head Boy, I demand that you cease this behavior immediately, or I'll have to report you to Professor McGonagall!"As Percy continued to rant about rules and responsibility, the twins exchanged exasperated looks.
"I think Percy's forgotten what fun is," George muttered under his breath.Fred grinned. "Maybe he needs a reminder."Before Percy could realize what was happening, Fred had reached into his pocket and pulled out another small firecracker—this one a vivid shade of green. He gave George a wicked look before he tossed it behind Percy's back.
A second later, the firecracker exploded with a loud *pop*, releasing a cloud of green smoke that enveloped Percy, making him cough and splutter. As the smoke cleared, the words *"Loosen up, Percy!"* appeared in the air in flashing, neon letters, much to the delight of the surrounding students, who erupted into laughter.
"FRED! GEORGE!" Percy roared, but his anger was drowned out by the sound of yet more fireworks going off.
Just then, Charlie Weasley strolled down the aisle, clearly having heard the commotion from the other carriages. He was grinning broadly, unlike Percy, who looked as though he might have an aneurysm, Charlie seemed thoroughly amused by the chaos.
"Blimey, Perce, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Charlie asked, clapping a hand on Percy's shoulder. "They're just having a bit of fun."
"Fun? FUN?!" Percy practically sputtered, his eyes wide with outrage. "This is dangerous, Charlie! There are rules—"
"Oh, stuff the rules," Charlie interrupted, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You've got to loosen up a bit. You're too young to be this uptight, mate."Percy opened his mouth to protest, but Charlie cut him off, lowering his voice slightly as he leaned in closer. "Honestly, Perce, you need to get shagged. It'll do you a world of good."Fred and George burst out laughing, nearly doubling over at the look on Percy's face, which had gone from purple to a ghostly white.
"Charlie!" Percy hissed, scandalized, looking around to make sure no one had overheard. But, of course, half the train had heard, and the students nearby were all grinning and whispering to each other.
Charlie just shrugged, completely unfazed by his younger brother's horror. "It's the truth. You're wound up tighter than a Hungarian Horntail in a broom closet. Merlin, mate, loosen up a bit. You'll feel better."
Percy was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tried to process what Charlie had just said."And speaking of," Charlie continued with a grin, "the older Bell—good lass, bit dominant, but a little moxie's good for you, if you know what I mean. . ." Finished Charlie, waggling his eyebrows at a furiously blushing Percy
Fred and George howled with laughter again, while Percy looked as though he might faint. He tugged at his collar, his face turning an even brighter shade of red as he stammered incoherently.
"Charlie! I—I'm Head Boy! This is *entirely inappropriate*!"Charlie just smirked, patting Percy's shoulder. "You keep telling yourself that, mate." He then turned to the twins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good show, boys. Keep it up. But don't get caught."
With that, Charlie gave them all a wink before sauntering off down the aisle, leaving Percy fuming and Fred and George still grinning like madmen.
The train's atmosphere had reached a fever pitch of excitement now. Students were laughing, joking, and swapping stories about their summer plans. The sound of shouts and laughter echoed through the carriages as more fireworks went off, courtesy of the twins, and the general chaos they had unleashed filled the air with a sense of reckless joy.
Outside the windows, the rolling hills and forests blurred by in a rush of green and gold as the Hogwarts Express sped through the countryside, its whistle echoing in the distance. Inside, the compartments were alive with the vibrant energy of students returning to the home they loved, their conversations buzzing with excitement for the holidays ahead.
Even Percy, for all his fuming and sputtering, couldn't completely dampen the mood. Though he continued to scold Fred and George in increasingly high-pitched tones, it was clear that the rest of the train was in high spirits, and nothing he said was going to change that.
As Fred and George exchanged high-fives, their eyes sparkling with triumph, the firecrackers fizzled out one by one, leaving behind only a faint trace of smoke and the lingering smell of caramel and mischief. The Hogwarts Express rumbled on, carrying its passengers ever closer to the magical world of adventure and possibility that awaited them at home.
The Hogwarts Express thundered on, its iron wheels cutting through the fading light as it sped toward Hogwarts. The soft hum of the engine, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks below, and the lively chatter of students filled the air inside the compartments. Yet, amidst this excitement, Hadrian Black sat in a strange bubble of quiet tension, sandwiched between two of the most captivating women he had ever known: Daphne Greengrass and Nymphadora Tonks.
The compartment door slid shut with a gentle thud, leaving him alone with them. He felt the absence of his usual companions—Theo, Draco, and Blaise—who had been unceremoniously summoned by Professor Snape for some minor transgression involving prank spells during Potions. Something about "ancient houses" and "Gryffindor tendencies" had been muttered under Snape's breath as he hauled them away. But now, with the others gone, Hadrian found himself alone in a far more dangerous situation. His heart raced, and not from fear of what Snape would do to his friends.
Tonks sat to his right, her wild, bubblegum-pink hair framing her heart-shaped face in a way that seemed almost designed to catch the light. Her mischievous dark eyes gleamed with humor as she leaned back against the seat, her tight leather jacket creaking softly as she moved. Her body, tall and curvy, drew his attention despite his best efforts to remain composed.
The jacket clung to her figure, emphasizing her small waist, and the tight trousers she wore accentuated her hips and legs. As she shifted in her seat, her breasts pressed against her jacket, their fullness all too obvious to Hadrian. Her grin widened as if she knew exactly where his eyes had been.
On his left, Daphne Greengrass, the ice queen of Slytherin, sat poised and elegant. There was an air of aloofness about her, but beneath the cold exterior, there was something molten—a heat that simmered beneath the surface, ready to break through at any moment.
Her cool blue eyes watched him with a predatory intensity, her lips curved in a subtle, knowing smile. She was dressed in a tight, deep green sweater that hugged her figure, its color a stark contrast to her pale skin. The soft fabric clung to the curves of her body, emphasizing her ample chest, narrow waist, and long, shapely legs, which were crossed casually in front of her.
Both women towered over Hadrian in height, a fact that seemed to accentuate the aura they exuded. It was something he was acutely aware of, something that stirred within him as they closed in on either side, their presence almost overwhelming in the small space of the compartment.
"So, Hadrian," Tonks broke the silence first, her voice playful, yet carrying a hint of something more serious beneath the surface. She leaned forward, her arm brushing against his, her face close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. "How's it feel to finally get some peace without all those boys around?"
Hadrian chuckled nervously, feeling his heart thud painfully in his chest. He could sense the tension in the air, the way both girls were watching him, waiting for something. "It's... different," he replied, trying to sound casual but knowing he was failing miserably. His gaze darted from Tonks' playful smile to Daphne's cool, calculating eyes.
"Different good or different bad?" Daphne asked, her voice smooth and controlled as ever, but there was a softness to it now that wasn't usually there when she spoke in public. She leaned in slightly, her shoulder brushing his as she waited for his answer.
Hadrian swallowed hard, his face growing warm as he felt her proximity. "Good. Definitely good," he stammered, and both girls exchanged knowing looks that made his stomach flip.Tonks laughed softly, the sound musical and teasing. "You're too cute, you know that?" she teased, reaching out to ruffle his messy black hair. Her touch was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him, making him sit up a little straighter.
Daphne's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure. She leaned in even closer, her lips curving into a sly smile. "You've been such a mystery this year, Hadrian," she said softly, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver down his spine. "But I think I'm starting to figure you out."
Hadrian's breath caught in his throat as Daphne's fingers grazed his hand, cool and delicate. He wasn't sure whether to lean into her touch or pull away, but his body seemed to have made the decision for him as he froze, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh? And what have you figured out?" he managed to ask, though his voice sounded rough and uneven.
Daphne's gaze flickered down to their intertwined hands for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "That you're not as tough as you pretend to be," she whispered, her lips brushing his cheek in a light, almost teasing kiss. Her breath was warm against his skin, and the soft press of her lips sent a shock of desire coursing through him.
Hadrian barely had time to react before Tonks leaned in from the other side, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "And that you're absolutely hopeless when it comes to dealing with girls." She planted a quick, playful kiss on his other cheek, her grin widening as she pulled back to watch his reaction.
He could feel the heat rising in his face, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but there was no denying the effect their attention was having on him. His breath quickened, and he shifted slightly in his seat, suddenly aware of the uncomfortable tightness in his trousers. Both girls seemed to sense it too, their eyes flicking downward for a brief second before returning to his flushed face, amusement dancing in their expressions.
Tonks' eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned back, stretching her arms above her head in a way that only served to emphasize her figure. The tight leather of her jacket and trousers hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her ample chest, narrow waist, and wide hips. Hadrian's gaze lingered on her for a moment too long, and he felt a surge of arousal as he imagined what it would be like to have her pressed up against him.
Daphne, meanwhile, was watching him intently, her eyes never leaving his face. There was something almost predatory in the way she observed him, as if she could read every thought, every desire, that crossed his mind. Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. "We've been talking," she said softly, her breath warm against his ear. "About you, Hadrian."
Hadrian's pulse quickened as he turned to look at her, his heart racing as he tried to process what she was saying. "About me?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tonks grinned, nodding as she leaned in from the other side. "We both think you're someone special," she said, her tone still playful but with a hint of seriousness beneath the teasing.Daphne's fingers tightened around his hand, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his stomach churn with nervous anticipation.
"We've talked it over, and we both want to be with you," she said quietly, her voice carrying a weight that left no room for misunderstanding.
Hadrian blinked, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what they were saying. His gaze flicked between the two of them, searching for some sign that this was a joke, but all he saw was sincerity in their eyes. "Both of you... want to date me?" he asked, his voice shaky and uncertain.Tonks nodded, her expression softening as she reached out to take his other hand in hers. "Only if you want that too," she said gently, her thumb brushing against the back of his hand in a soothing gesture.
Daphne smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up her face and made her icy blue eyes shimmer with warmth. "We both like you, Hadrian. A lot," she added, her voice soft but firm.
Hadrian's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. He had spent months flirting with both of them, unable to decide between the playful, mischievous charm of Tonks and the cool, confident allure of Daphne.
But now, faced with the reality of the situation, he wasn't sure what to say. His mind raced with thoughts of what it would mean to date both of them—the political implications, the potential backlash from their families, the complications of maintaining a relationship with two women at once. But all of those concerns faded into the background as he looked into their eyes and saw the genuine affection they held for him.
Tonks leaned in, her lips brushing his ear again as she whispered, "We think you're worth it."Before he could respond, Daphne tilted his chin up gently, her fingers cool and firm against his skin, and pressed her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. Hadrian's breath hitched, and he could barely think as he kissed her back, his heart pounding in his chest.
Her lips were soft and warm, her kiss slow and deliberate, as if she was savoring every second of it. When she finally pulled away, he barely had time to catch his breath before Tonks leaned in, claiming his lips in a kiss that was just as tender but with a teasing edge that left him breathless all over again.
When Tonks pulled back, Hadrian sat there, dazed and breathless, his mind spinning as he looked between the two of them. They both watched him, their gazes filled with warmth and affection, their hands still holding his, as if to ground him in the reality of the moment.
For a brief second, the world outside the compartment ceased to exist. The rhythmic clatter of the Hogwarts Express on the tracks, the distant laughter of students, even the train itself—all faded into a dull hum in the background. The only thing that mattered now was this impossible, intoxicating moment.
Tonks grinned first, her mischievous smile widening as she gave his hand a playful squeeze. "So, what do you say, Hadrian? Fancy having two lovely witches at your side?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that hinted at how much she cared, how much she wanted his answer to be yes.
Daphne remained silent, her gaze steady, cool but not cold. Her fingers, still intertwined with his, tightened slightly in anticipation, her breath coming out just a touch uneven. For all her controlled elegance, she was just as anxious for his response.
Hadrian swallowed, his mouth dry as a storm of thoughts raged in his head. The enormity of what they were proposing—both Tonks and Daphne, two strong-willed, powerful women—was dizzying. There was no precedent for something like this in his world.
Wizarding society, for all its magic, was rigid when it came to relationships, especially for someone in Hadrian's position. He was the heir of an ancient and noble house—the House of Black. A relationship like this, with two witches, would be scandalous. The political ramifications alone would be enough to make heads turn, and he could only imagine how his future would be dissected by the wizarding elite.
But despite all those logical concerns, none of them held any weight in the moment. All he could think about was how right this felt, how much he had come to care for both of them in ways he hadn't even realized until now. They were so different—Tonks with her playful, unpredictable energy and Daphne with her cool, sophisticated grace—and yet, they complemented each other perfectly. And somehow, impossibly, they both wanted him.
His heart raced, his body flooded with heat as he glanced between them. They were stunning, breathtaking, and in this small space, their proximity was enough to drive him mad.
He had always found them attractive—how could he not? Tonks, with her tall, athletic frame and her wild, changing hair, was a whirlwind of energy and excitement. Today, her bubblegum pink hair only made her look more striking, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. Her tight leather jacket clung to her curves, emphasizing her full breasts and wide hips, while the trousers she wore hugged her long legs in a way that left little to the imagination.
Every movement she made was fluid and confident, and Hadrian couldn't stop himself from imagining what it would feel like to have her wrapped in his arms, to feel her body pressed against his.
Daphne, on the other hand, was the picture of refinement and control. Her icy blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her eyes, a pale, piercing blue, held a quiet intensity that made his stomach twist with anticipation.
She was dressed in her usual immaculate style—a dark green sweater that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a skirt that showed off her long, slender legs. Her curves were subtle but undeniably feminine, her posture straight and composed as always. But there was a fire in her, a heat that she kept carefully hidden behind her mask of cool indifference. Hadrian had seen it before, glimpses of it in the way her eyes darkened when she was frustrated or the way her lips parted ever so slightly when she was caught off guard. It was a fire that, he realized now, burned for him.
His gaze drifted lower, to where their bodies were so close to his that he could feel their warmth. Tonks' chest brushed against his arm as she shifted slightly, her breasts pressing into him, and the sensation sent a jolt of arousal straight through him.
Daphne's thigh was pressed against his, her skirt riding up just enough that he could see the smooth curve of her leg. He felt his breath hitch, his body reacting to their nearness in ways he couldn't control. Desire coursed through him, hot and insistent, and he struggled to keep his composure, to not let them see how much their presence affected him.
But it was too late for that. They knew. They could see it in his eyes, in the way his body tensed under their touch, in the way his breath came faster as their hands held his. They knew the effect they had on him, and they reveled in it.
Tonks was the first to break the silence, her grin turning wicked as she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear. "I can practically hear your thoughts, Hadrian," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "You're thinking about how much you want us, aren't you?"
Hadrian's face flushed, but he didn't deny it. How could he? His body had already betrayed him. Tonks' hand slipped from his and trailed down his arm, her fingers brushing over his thigh, dangerously close to the growing heat between his legs. Her touch was light, teasing, and it sent another wave of arousal through him.
"Hadrian," Daphne's voice cut through the haze of desire that Tonks had stirred in him. It was soft, but commanding in a way that made him immediately turn his attention to her. She was watching him intently, her eyes dark with something he couldn't quite name.
"This isn't just about attraction," she said, her voice low and serious. "We wouldn't be here, asking you this, if it were. We want more than that. We want you."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. This was more than just a fleeting desire. They were offering him something real, something deeper than just the physical. But there was also a weight to it, an understanding that what they were asking of him wasn't simple. To be with both of them, to navigate the complexities of their world while maintaining such a relationship—it would be difficult, to say the least.
"I know this isn't... normal," Tonks said, her tone softening as she pulled back slightly, her playful demeanor giving way to something more vulnerable. "But we've thought it through. We've talked about what it would mean. And we're okay with it, if you are."
Hadrian swallowed, his throat tight. The implications of their proposal were huge. Not just for him personally, but politically. The House of Black, the House of Greengrass—both were powerful, ancient families with long-standing traditions and expectations.
A relationship like this would be seen as scandalous, perhaps even a threat to the old ways. There would be backlash, no doubt. Whispers in the halls of Hogwarts, judgment from the wizarding elite, possibly even pressure from their families to end it.
But as he looked into their eyes, he realized that none of that mattered. Not really. What mattered was here, now, in this compartment. What mattered was the way they made him feel—the warmth, the affection, the connection. He had spent so long trying to keep his distance, to protect himself from getting too close, but now, faced with the reality of their feelings for him, he couldn't deny how much he wanted this. How much he wanted them.
"I..." He paused, his breath catching as he searched for the right words. "I want this. I want both of you."The relief that washed over their faces was immediate. Tonks let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her grin returning full force as she practically bounced in her seat. "You won't regret it, Hadrian. I promise."
Daphne, always more reserved, allowed herself a small, satisfied smile, her fingers tightening around his once more. "We'll take things slow," she said, her voice soft but firm. "We can discuss the politics and everything else later. For now, let's just... be."
Hadrian nodded, feeling a strange sense of calm settle over him. The storm of emotions, the doubts, the fears—they were still there, lurking in the background, but they didn't seem as overwhelming now. Because he wasn't alone. He had them.
Tonks' laughter broke the tension, and she leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips, her excitement contagious. "This is going to be fun," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Daphne followed suit, her kiss softer, slower, but no less affectionate. "We'll figure everything out," she murmured against his lips. "Together."
As they pulled back, Hadrian couldn't help but smile, his heart full in a way it hadn't been in a long time. Whatever challenges lay ahead—whether it was the politics, the judgment, or even the logistics of being with two incredibly strong-willed women—he knew they could face them together.
And as the Hogwarts Express continued its journey through the fading twilight, the promise of what the future held filled the small compartment with a warmth that chased away the cold uncertainties of the world outside.
The train began to slow down as it approached the station, and Daphne reluctantly let go of his hand as she stood. "I have to go," she said softly, glancing at him with a smile that was both sweet and a little sad. "My father is waiting for me."
She leaned in, pressing one last kiss to his forehead before she left, leaving Hadrian with his thoughts and the warmth of her touch lingering on his skin.
Tonks stood as well, but before she followed Daphne, she turned back to Hadrian with a mischievous grin. "Don't think you're getting rid of me that easily, though," she teased, leaning in for one last, deep kiss that left Hadrian breathless all over again.
When she finally pulled back, she winked at him. "See you soon, Hadrian, unfortunately, I can't go with Sirius because my mother personally wanted the pleasure to meet me after such a long time."
With that, she left the compartment, leaving Hadrian alone with his thoughts, his heart still racing as he tried to process everything that had just happened. He barely noticed as the train came to a full stop, and the students began to disembark, his mind still spinning with the memory of their kisses, their words, and the way they had both looked at him.
As he stepped off the train, he spotted Sirius waiting for him on the platform, his godfather's face lighting up with a wide grin as he caught sight of him. But even as he walked towards Sirius, his thoughts kept drifting back to Daphne and Tonks, and the promise of what the future might hold.
HEY GUYS, AUTHOR HERE, I AM NOT THAT GOOD WITH INTIMATE AND ROMANTIC SCENES. IT IS ONE OF MY WEAKNESSES. PLEASE TELL ME HOW IT WAS AND HOW I CAN IMPROVE.