Chapter 2
When Hadrian opens his eyes the first thing he notice is the sun hitting him right in the face. A loud groan leaves him and he turns over, closing his eyes again. Right before he manage to fall asleep again someone knocks at his door, and in strolls a cheery Tom.
“Mor’n Harry, notice ya getting back at quite the late time so I thought I’d let ya sleep in a bit. It’s already 3 thought so I figured ya should get up sometime soon. Brought ya some food, I’ll just leave it right here.” Tom says in his usual cheery voice.
It’s too bloody early for this…wait…3?
Dammit, Hadrian should probably get up if he wants to get robes today.
He made his way up and out of the soft bed. His feet hit the cold floor and he takes a quick look down at himself. Right, didn’t bother taking his clothes off when he got back. When did he even get back? Not important.
When he opens his trunk he searches for the largest things he has, ending up with some pants barely long enough, a white tunic he had no idea he owned, and some too-small shoes. New wardrobe. Not just new robes.
Hadrian's eyes scan over the food Tom set up and decide against it, not really feeling that hungry now, he’ll just eat it when he gets back. Before he leaves he makes sure to cast a preservation charm on the food and then he’s out the door.
The streets aren’t that crowded, so it’s easy to get to Madam Malkin’s. A small bell rings when he enters the shop, and like summoned, Madam Malkin appears right in front of him. Hadrian has to hold it in so as not to flinch away from the woman.
“Hello dearie, how can I help you today?” Her sweet voice asks.
“I need a whole new wardrobe. Robes, shoes, formal, casual, everything.” Hadrian says fast. Madam Malkin looks surprised, so he adds that he’s had a sudden growth spurt and nothing fits anymore. It seems that she doesn’t remember him, maybe he really did change more than he originally thought.
“Right, and are you looking at any specific colors?” She asks sweetly.
“Um, perhaps some cooler tones such as blues, greens, and sliver.” Hadrian answers a bit unsure. He has a feeling that with how he looks now, cooler tones such as that would look a whole lot better than warm ones. And if he’s gotta say so himself he prefers those colors over reds and oranges.
“Wonderful choice dearie, perfect with your skin tone. If you could just undress to your undergarments and then I will be right back with what I need.” She says with a sweet smile, before disappearing back into the main part of the shop.
Hadrian follows, taking off his clothing until he stands in front of a full-body mirror in only his undergarments. He lets his eyes roam his scar-filled body. The ones that stand out the most are the ones on his left wrist and his thighs.
Ashamed.
Disappointment.
Disgust.
That’s what he feels when he sees them.
He forces his eyes away from the scars and focuses on one of the two tattoos he got earlier this summer. On the inner part of his right arm is the tattoo of a Hairy Bush Viper, a highly venomous viper. The tattoo looks nothing like the dark mark, as this snake is both a different species but it also just looks like it’s laying in small waves down his fore arm. It’s got mainly black but here and there, there are some green and yellow highlights.
He got it so he wouldn’t try to do anything he would regret later on, he was obviously too late for his left arm however.
His eyes stray from that tattoo and moves on to the other one. A semicolon on his left wrist. A small one was placed in between some of the scars. He looks away hurriedly when Madam Malkin makes her way back in.
A few hours later he now has a whole new wardrobe, with mostly silk and wool pants. Silk, wool, and some cotton shirts and robes. For some reason, Madam Malkin added a few corsets, really pretty ones on that too.
She allowed him to change in the shop so instead of the hand-me-downs he wore before, he now has a pair of black smooth pants with a gray shirt and black and emerald green robes above. It’s surprisingly comfortable.
Right now, Hadrian has been spending the last few hours on searching for books on Occlumency, but everything they have is beginner stuff he’s already read. Therefore, he makes the wise choice of slowly venturing into Knockturn Alley (mark the sarcasm).
After a few hours in Diagon Alley, he realized people did in fact not recognize him, which made Hadrian quite happy. He could go about like a normal person without having all eyes on him.
Knockturn Alley isn’t that different from Diagon, a bit darker and smaller, yes, but other than that no. Hadrian asked in one of the first bookshops that came up if they had any books on Occlumency, sadly they didn’t, but they mentioned this one bookstore was supposed to have something.
Before him stands a small bookshop, from the outside it has a dark look with a few orange lights flickering in the window. He slowly pushes the dark wooden door open and a bell chimes above him.
“Ah, a new customer hmm, and what can I help you with? Anything you're looking for?” A deep voice asks from Hadrian’s left. Hadrian’s head shoots towards the voice and sees a big, slightly overweight man behind a counter filled with books. He clears his throat.
“I am actually looking for something. Books on Occlumency? Have anything here?” Hadrian asks in a neutral voice, forcing his face into a resting cold look. The man behind the counter hums and then nods. He stands up and starts walking further into the shop and then stops before some old looking books. “This shelf right here is everything I have on Occlumency.” The man says.
Hadrian walks over and skims the titles. He’s already read everything.
He sights loudly and says “I’ve read everything, are you certain you don’t have anything else?” Hadrian asks slightly irritated he can't find anything. “I don’t, but a dear friend of mine, Severus, has quite a good deal of books on Occlumency and that kind of stuff. If you’re ready to pay up a bit I can see if he would be willing to borrow you his books through me?”
Snape, of course, it’s Snape. He thinks for a quick moment before he says. “How much would I have to pay?” Hadrian asks quickly. The man smiles and explains how everything would work. They come to an agreement and Hadrian hands over five Galleons. He managed to get the price down by half, which he would say is pretty good.
They agree to meet in two days time back at the bookstore.
The next few days Hadrian does the homework he was assigned before he got kicked out (then re-enrolled) and makes sure everything is right and changes a few things along the way.
No shit he gets bad grades in potions when he never double-read his things before he hands them in, this shit is crap, he thinks to himself.
He grabs his black and emerald cloak and throws it on after seeing the time. He has about 20 minutes before they are supposed to meet. Shit.
He makes it, gets a few books, reads them at least twice while taking notes, and hands them back. This is how it goes for the next few weeks, but then one day when Hadrian shows up to the store to hand back three books, its not the shopkeeper that greets him.
It’s non other than Severus Snap himself along with a certain Malfoy and one last man he assumes is Tom Riddle. He looks like a slightly older version of the man from the diary, Hadrian thinks. He has to force himself to not flinch away from the men.
“Ah, you must be the…boy who’s been borrowing my books.” The stern voice of Snape suddenly says. Hadrian meets the man's eyes with confidence and nods. “That’s correct sir. And I must say I certainly enjoy them, they are a whole lot better than those I’ve read before.” Hadrian says honestly and hands the books over to Snape.
“Well, go on then Severus.” The man, Tom Riddle says and nods back to Hadrian. He looks confused between them, what? Snape sights but walks up to Hadrian and hands him a letter. “This is an official invite to have dinner with me and my husband at the Malfoy manor. There will, of course, be the Malfoy family along with a few others.” Snape explains.
Hadrian looks up at the man with surprise before he grabs the invite slowly. “May I ask why I’m being invited?” Hadrian says, he know it may be rude but honestly, this whole situation is slightly weird. He gets a glare from Snape but the man explains.
“You show more interest in Occlumency than any other person I’ve meet in a long time. I would like to get to know you.” He says in his usual sharp voice. Hadrian nods slowly and opens the invite.
You have been invited to a formal dinner at the Malfoy manor, along with:
Tom Marvolo Riddle
Severus Marvolo Snape
Lucius Malfoy
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Bellatrix Lestrange
Rodolphus Lestrange
Rabastan Lestrange
The dinner will take place one day from now and you are expected to wear formal clothes.
If you wish to attend write your signature here:
Signature. Fucking signature.
He gets handed a quill. He takes it and signs, without his middle name.
Hadrian Peverell
He hands the invite back to Snape along with the quill. “Wonderful, if you meet here at about 4 tomorrow then we will send someone to pick you up,” Snape says.
Hadrian nods and walks out of the shop, heart in his throat. He walks fast, praying they don’t realize that there is supposed to be more to his signature than that. Some documents can know that, depending on the magic used on it.
The second he gets back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron he falls face-first on his bed and groans loudly.
“How stupid is it possible to get for fucks sake. You stupid, stupid Gryffindor. You should just have declined and now you have to attend a dinner with Voldemort and his closest death eaters!” He whispers angrily. “Bellatrix fucking Lestrange is going to be there!” He shouts into his pillow.
“How am I supposed to not kill her on sight?! She’s a fucking bitch of a witch!” He shouts into his pillow again. Hadrian is fairly okay with the others, but Bellatrix, no. He has a feeling the dark is nothing like what Albus told him, especially after the fucking shit he’s been pulling since he was fucking one.
“I promissse, if Bellatrix triesss to do sshit to me that I don’t want, I will hex her into next year and it will fucking hurt.” He hisses into his pillow in parseltongue. That’s when the idea hits him. He’s a bloody parseltongue and understands snakes. He can understand snakes…
He shoots up out of bed and rushes out of the Leaky Cauldron. He practically runs to this one shop he walks past every time he visits the bookshop and opens the door while panting heavily.
He looks over all the animals here, mostly reptiles and some snakes here and there. He could swear on his magic he’s seen a Hairy Bush Viper here some time. Hadrian quickly makes his way to the back and searches the glass cages. After ten minutes of searching, he finally sees the beautiful, green and yellow snake watching him with a careful eye.
“Hello there gorgeous. How would you feel if I asked you to let me buy you?” Hadrian hisses softly at the snake. It looks at him with big eyes. “A speaker…I would feel honored that a speaker would like to keep me. What is your name speaker?” The snake hisses back, slowly sliding towards Hadrian. “You can call me Hadrian. Do you have a name?” He asks softly, stretching his hand towards the snake to let her wrap around his arm.
The snake slides up his arm and wraps around up to his elbow. Her tongue slides over his skin every now and then. “My name is Smaragdus, master.” The emerald green snake hisses back. “Fitting.” Hadrian hisses back with a smile.
He walks up to the small counter and pays for her while an assistant finds everything he needs. A glass terrarium, some things for the cage, a few week's worth of food, and a few vials of antidote. She then puts a spell on everything to make it fit in his pocket.
Hadrian and his snake make their way back to his room while making sure that Smaragdus stays hidden the entire time.
The next day Hadrian wakes up to the snake curled into his hair. He softly untangles the snake and lays her down on the pillow while he gets dressed. He asked for Tom not to wake him today, which was a good choice since it was now 14:45 already, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the dinner for such a long time. He walks over to his clothes and finds what he picked out the day before.
He picks up the black wool pants with deep red silk on the inside first, then the white shirt with slight puff arms, a black and deep red underbust corset, and then a few necklaces he feels will be fitting. Last he picks up the cloak in a deep blood-red and black color.
He walks up to the mirror and takes a good look at himself and nods. He finds a hair tie and fixes his hair into a half up half down ponytail. Some curls hang loosely in front of his face.
A bit of eyeliner and some plain black and white eyeshadow later he feels quite ready, or as ready as he can possibly be for a dinner with none other than Voldemort.
“Smaragdus, were leaving.” Hadrian says while picking the sleepy snake up. She quickly slips up under his shirt and around his neck, just where you can’t see her. He steps out with a distortion charm around himself so people won't ask questions about where he is headed, and walks down Diagon until he reaches Knockturn Alley and walks in.
In the distance, he can clearly see two people standing before the bookshop.
Rodolphus and Rabastan perhaps? Under some sort of appearance charm probably, since they still kind of have the needed appearance to be seen as twins but now they have deep red hair instead of their usual color.
Hadrian walks up to them confidently and once they seem to notice him he removes the charm around himself. The two men clearly look him up and down, one smirks and the other smiles. He returns a smile to them booth and nods.
“Ready?” The one who smirked says and hands him his hand. Geez, of course, they are apparating. “I must warn you, I am not that good with apparation,” Hadrian warns while taking the hand. “Oh no need to worry, I’ll just hold you a bit tighter.” The one who smirked moves his arm around his waist and brings Hadrian closer to him.
The other one sighs and walks up to them and stands at Hadrian's other side, grabbing his arm and then suddenly he feels that pull behind his navel and feels like he’s about to throw up. The land quickly and if it weren’t for Rabastan holding his waist he would have face planted right there and then.
Hadrian leans into Rabastan when he almost smashes his face into the marble floor, which earns him a few worried glances from the men, but they keep quiet.
“Well, in case you haven’t figure out yet, I’m Rodolphus and that’s my brother Rabastan,” Rodolphus says while removing the appearance charm. Hadrian nods at them both once he can manage to stand on his own. “Pleasure to meet the both of you, my name is Hadrian Peverell,” Hadrian says in a neutral tone but with a polite smile on his face.
“What a handsome name for a handsome man.” Rabastan smirks. Hadrian laughs a bit at that, quickly realizing the man thinks he is older than he actually is. The twins look pleasantly surprised at the laugh and starts leading the way to the dining room.
“Apologies in advance about my wife, she loves asking questions and at some point, they will begin being a tad bit personal,” Rodolphus says with an apologetic look on his face before he opens the two double doors to the dining room.
Hadrian walks in after the twins and sees them bow down before sitting down. Hadrian remains standing at the end of the table.
“Mr. Peverell, thank you for joining us today. Before we start eating I need you to sign your whole name on the invitation this time, and not only part of it.” The deep, cold voice of Tom Riddle says. A small house elf walks up clumsily to Hadrian, stumbling into his leg. She looks absolutely horrified up at him, so Hadrian squats down to her level, pats the little elf on the head, and shoots her a small smile. He sees the invite and quill in her hands and grabs them.
I pray Riddle won’t read this, Hadrian thinks to himself.
Hadrian Marvolo Peverell
He hands the invite back to the surprised elf. “He wrote the whole name master…” She whispers nervously. She’s dismissed with a nod and runs back out of the room.
“Now, please take a seat besides Bellatrix and we will officially start the dinner."
Hadrian nods and walks over to Bellatrix, who smiles sickly at him.
“Hello dearie, aren’t you a handsome lad?” She almost cackles, but not in the crazy way she usually does, but in a more gentle way. Okay, I can live with that change, he thinks. He pulls out the chair and forces himself to smile at the black-haired witch.
Everyone starts eating once he sits down and Riddle is the first to serve himself, followed by the rest of the table.
The whole table is covered in different food and before he gets the chance to take anything Bellatrix steals his plate and starts piling things onto.
“Bella, dear, let the man choose his own food,” Rodolphus says slowly. Bellatrix laughs at him and replies “Man? This boy is no man, he can’t be more than 16.” She chuckles and hands Hadrian his plate. She looks him up and down and says “You remind me of my cousin Siris Black you know. You just have prettier hair, more like mine you know.” And then she turns her head back and starts eating her own food.
Bellatrix is an interesting person, that's for sure. He looks down at the mountain of food before him and picks up his fork and knife. He scans the food and whispers a spell under his breath, making sure it's safe to eat.
“I’m sorry, 16?!” A voice shouts. Hadrian looks up at Rabastan and smirks slightly. “Yeah, perhaps next time you try to flirt with someone make sure your not breaking like 5 laws at the same time?” Hadrian says with a sly look on his face. He goes back to his food and hears a choking sound when he does so.
Snape is choking like crazy over at the head of the table. “Severus, are you okay?” Riddle asks in the most concerned tone he probably will ever hear from the man. Snape looks back at Hadrian. “I’m sorry, are you only 16?” The man asks surprised, ignoring the concerned Riddle.
Hadrian smirks slightly again and replies “I’m actually just 15.”
More people gape at him and he can't help but let out a small laugh. “I’m sorry about my bad manners, it’s just, how old did you think I was? Bellatrix seems to be the only person here who got even close to my age.” Hadrian asks with a small chuckle in his voice.
“Your reading books about Occlumency that most adults don’t even attempt.” Snape comments. “So, I’ve always had a thing for books like those. I don’t see how that can say much about my age, rather than the intelligence of the other people reading those books. They are surprisingly easy to get information from if you just know where to look.” Hadrian replies after calming down.
“You…Merlin, you just spend your time reading books like that?” Snape asks once again. Hadrian looks up from his food once again. “Well, usually the books are about defense against the dark arts, but lately I’ve changed it up a bit and I started reading more into some of the more specific parts of dark and grey magical theories, and of course Occlumency.” He replies easily.
“Did you know that the only people who can have a 100% dark soul are the only natural necromancers and parseltongues. So since the supposed “savior of the wizarding world” is a parseltongue he is a natural dark wizard.” Hadrian adds. “Amazing to think that Albus doesn’t know that. Imagine if he knew his savior has a 100% dark core. Oh, Merlin, he would personally burn all books that said so and then try to somehow pull it out of the kid. Fuck I imagine that hurts, if it would even work.” Hadrian mumbles.
The whole room has now gone quiet, and when Hadrian raises his head all eyes in the room are turned towards him. “Is something wrong?” He asks softly, a neutral expression plastered onto his face.
“How do you know all that?” Riddle asks with a booming voice. The man stands up quickly and walks over to Hadrian. He turns the chair and points his wand into Hadrian's throat. The man hisses angrily into his face. “How the fuck do you know that?!”
Hadrian looks down at the wand alarmed, and then up at the now pissed off Voldemort. He can feel his scar burn. Not just hurt like it usually does, no, it feels like someone is pushing a burning piece of metal into his scar.
Hadrian chokes on the pain and leans over, grabbing his head. He groans loudly as the pain grows worse and worse with each second.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…why does it hurt so much…make if stop!” Hadrian chokes out, swearing the last part angrily. He falls off the chair and grabs at his head again. It feels like the cruciatus curse but only around his scar and head. He screams out in pain. Not able to hold it together.
“MAKE IT STOP!!” He shouts, magic swirling all around him. The screams are pained and choked, only getting louder and louder.
To people on the outside, it at first looked like their lord was using some sort of curse on the boy, but now the sounds the boy is making are like nothing any of them have ever heard, and their lord even looks surprised. They can almost see the magic around the boy, so powerful and angry.
Hadrian can feel something moving around his neck and suddenly he hears a hiss in his ear. “Master, you need to calm down, you're hurting yourself. Why are you in pain?” Is hissed into his ear. He can't focus on the words with the pain only getting worse and worse.
He is now hyperventilating loudly while still screaming in pain.
“Please, make it stop…” he begs in a whisper. The pain suddenly stops and he can finally breathe again. He breathes heavily, slumping down on the floor.
“In Merlin’s name, that hurt, that hurt so fucking much I almost thought I would die on the spot.” Hadrian whispers, breathless.
Someone places their hands on his shoulders and brings him up into a sitting position. He sees the slim face belonging to Riddle. “Apologies about that, it happens every now and then, I can’t really control it,” Hadrian says with an apologetic look and almost blushes at the fact that they all saw him like that.
His snake moves around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, hissing aggressively at Riddle. Riddle looks down at his snake surprised.
Hadrian raises his hand to tell the aggressive snake it’s fine. She obviously doesn’t care and moves towards Riddle in a threatening way, snapping her fangs at him.
“You wouldn’t want to hurt a speaker snake, stop.” Riddle hisses a command at the snake on Hadrian's shoulder. “You hurt my master, I will hurt you in return. Now get away from him!” Smaragdus hisses back, earning a proud smile from Hadrian. Riddle looks at the snake with even more surprise.
Hadrian chuckles softly, but then the pain starts building up in his head again. “Okay Smaragdus, that’s enough, come here,” Hadrian says in a strained voice, and grabs his snake softly, his other hand making its way to his head again.
“Please, one time is enough for a day…” Hadrian whispers irritated.
“Dear, can I take a look at your head please?” The soft voice belonging to Narcissa Malfoy asks, sitting down before Hadrian.
“There is no need, I already know why, and I know there is only one way to stop it, but that way is not currently available.” He tries to say calmly but obviously fails. This makes the Malfoy look at him with more concern.
“Well maybe I can help, I’ve worked as a healer for a long time. Tell me why your head hurts this badly.” Narcissa says in a concerned voice. Hadrian shakes his head softly as a no, not really trusting his voice.
“Tell her.” Riddle practically commands.
“No, you can’t do anything about it.” Hadrian protests.
That causes the pain in his head to explode again, and he chokes down the scream.
“For the love of Merlin. Tell. Her.” Riddle grabs his face with force and stares into the vivid green eyes of Hadrian.
Hadrian tries to move away, but the pain worsens and he lets out a choked scream. “A cursed scar. It’s a bloody cursed scar and you can’t heal it.” Hadrian sobs in pain. Riddle looks at Hadrian with interest after this. “Let…go…” Hadrian whispers in pain.
“No, show her the scar.” He once again commands. Hadrian opens his eyes and glares with hatred, anger, and pain. “Why?” He asks in irritation and pain.
“Just do what I tell you to. I can cause you so much more pain than this, you know.” Riddle smirks. Hadrian bursts into laughter, laughing through the pain. “You honestly believe that Riddle?” Hadrian asks while laughing, tears rolling down his cheeks. He stares into Riddle's surprised eyes and says in a cold tone. “I’ve been put under the cruciatus cures, I’ve been bit a basilisk, I’ve almost been kissed by a dementor, I’ve almost been killed more times than I can count, I’ve seen people die before me, had my wrist sliced open and you think you can cause me more pain than that?” Hadrian starts in a deadly cold tone with laughter slipping through every now and then.
The room has gone colder and everyone stares at the boy and their lord in shock.
“You can go ahead and try, but I promise you Voldie, you won’t be able to put me through more pain than that. I can see and hear my parents screaming in pain while being tortured to death each and every time a dementor is close to me. I can see them during that scene. I’ve been through so much and you won’t ever be able to beat that. Try torture and oh, my relatives, try cruciatus, already done, dementors, and so on. Everything is already done.” Hadrian chuckles in pain and amusement.
“That actually sounds so bad once you say it out loud.” He says while laughing, clutching his head.
“Voldie? You just called me, the greatest dark lord of all time, Voldie. Are you not scared of what I can do to you?” Riddle says, both amused and irritated at the boy not reacting at all.
“Of course not. I’ve tried to kill myself a few times and so have others. I don’t fear death at all anymore.” Hadrian smiles up at the man. This surprises Riddle, to say the least, and he finally lets Hadrian's face go, and the pain slowly disappears.
“Just who are you? You seem painfully familiar.” Riddle asks the boy. He gets a grin back. “I highly doubt you would believe me, Riddle. Welp, this has been an interesting evening but I should go. I don’t want to overstay my welcome now.” Hadrian says and stands up, stumbling a bit but holds onto a chair for support.
“You are not leaving in that state. We have multiple guest rooms you can and will stay in.” Narcissa says in a soft, but stern voice. Hadrian looks at her with surprise, but before he has the chance to protest Riddle shocks him even more.
"Narcissa, make sure the boy is provided with proper care while he stays here, and should the scar act up again give him something for the pain," Riddle says in a voice that screams authority. He turns around and walks up to Snape, "Come along Severus, we'll be taking our leave now."
The two men disappear out of the double doors and down the hallway. Hadrian is left in the dining room alone with the rest of the guests and the Malfoy family.
"Come along, I will show you to a guest room you will stay in for tonight," Narcissa says, leaving no room for argument.
Hadrian looks around himself, while taking in the people in the room he takes notice of how Draco isn't anywhere to be seen. He must have taken his leave then.
He pushes himself out of the chair and follows behind Narcissa.
They walk through the manor, and along the way, the witch before him explains some of the different rooms they pass or points out a few of the paintings and artifacts. After a couple more minutes they stop outside a door.
Narcissa turns to him and explains this is the room he will be staying in, and she also points out that if he needs anything he can always summon a houself, or he can head down the corridor and down to Draco's room, which they passed earlier.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Hadrian thanks before he pushes the door open and steps into the guest room.
Before he gets a chance to close the door a white cat calmly strolls into the room. Hadrian watches it as it jumps up on the huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
It's a white cat fluffy cat with gray eyes, British Longhair if he's correct, and it's made itself fairly comfortable on one of the pillows on the bed. Well, Hadrian has never had anything against cats, he'll just be sure to leave the door open a crack so it can leave if it wants to.
Hadrian moves on from the white cat and lets his eyes take in the whole room. It's fairly big for a guest room, but he shouldn't expect anything else from the Malfoys really. The room itself has ashy blue walls, with dark wooden furniture. The whole left wall is taken up by bookshelves and Hadrian makes a mental note to check the books out later, in the middle of the room a big four-poster bed is placed, and on each side of it is a window showing of a beautiful garden outside. On the left side of the bed, under the window, there is a desk with a chair in front of it, and the desk itself has a few basic stationary stuff on it, such as ink, paper and a quill.
The right wall has a wardrobe and a door, and he suspects the door leads to a bathroom, so the first thing Hadrian does is make his way over to the dark wooden wardrobe and find a pajamas. Narcissa had informed him that there should be a pajamas and a few towels in the wardrobe, and he did find a black pair of black silk pants and a matching black silk shirt. He pulls out a white towel and makes his way over to the bathroom.
As he stands in the bathroom, he tries not to think of the fact that he is currently staying in the manor of some of Voldemort's most loyal and trusted followers.
"I really must have turned mental..." Hadrian mumbles to himself as he undresses. He places his clothes on a stool by the shower and Smaragdus curls up on top of them and gets in.
He automatically turns the water to the coldest setting, feeling his body slowly relax under the cold stream of water. His hands run through his hair and a heavy sight leaves him.
"I just had dinner with Voldemort and his followers...I just had my first ever proper dinner with my bloody parents. I must really have gone mental..." He mumbles to himself as he starts washing his body. The soap he found smells of vanilla and wood, it's nice.
10 minutes later he steps out of the shower. As he dries his body he takes notice of himself in the mirror above the sink. He's started to fill out a bit, which is good, and he looks a bit more healthy than last time he allowed himself to look in the mirror.
Hadrian can't stand the look of himself, never have. Even after his appearance changed he only allowed himself to look at his body properly that night he came back from Gringots. Each time he sees himself he only feels disgusted at himself, at how he treats his body.
He shakes his head, forcing his eyes away from the mirror. Quickly he puts on the pajamas and brushes his teeth, and on his way out he grabs his clothes and Smaragdus makes her way up his arm.