IT'S SUMMERRRRR (in the Harry Potter Universe)
Chapter title: The banquet (Or Hadrian obsessing over Ron for the first part of this chapter)
The banquet hosted by the Riddle family was stunning, an absolute gem. The walls were gorgeous, plastered with the great history of Slytherin, and the current lord and heir. The texture of the wood was simply fascinating. Everything looked breathtaking. The chandelier was pure gold sparkling and shimmering. Rare and exotic plants outlined the room and the carpet must’ve been made out of the softest silk. You could have slept on it.
It was no wonder people raved about being invited to it. It was all the public could think about. They were all obsessed with Slytherin’s castle.
Hadrian in this case was preparing for the grand entrance, he would walk in with grace and dignity, befitting for someone of his status, the suit he wore today was made by Ron as a christmas gift. He had been procrastinating on what to do with it. It looked so lovely he couldn’t help but want to wear it, but he was afraid something would go wrong once he did. So it was in his trunk.
But now was a good time, the suit he was wearing was even praised by his stylist as something made by a master tailor and once Hadrian told him a student made it as a gift. His stylist immediately did a double take and forced his stylist to give him Ron’s contact information and nearly gasped when he heard that such a talented tailor was staying at the Leaky Cauldron.
Hadrian had finished getting the suit on him and after he wore his brooch that had the Slytherin house crest on it, he was ready to go.
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“Hadrian Riddle of house Slytherin has entered!” The trumpets had played and all eyes were on him. Of course, it was natural and he didn’t feel anything. He carried himself with Dignity all the way to the bottom of the stairs and soon. People were trying to win his favor.
“Mister Riddle, my daughter has recently come of age, it would be quite wise for her to-” A man said but he couldn’t finish as Hadrian cut him off. “That is lovely Lord Greengrass, but I am currently fine. Daphne is nothing more than a dear friend of mine.” He responded politely as he walked away from the crowd.
It was only 4 days after they left and he was already starting to miss Ron, those quiet spots of the library where they spent studying were always his favourite times. It was always a pleasure having to talk to Ron, he missed the red head dearly.
Just then a man with luscious blonde hair walked up to him. “Lord Malfoy,” He greeted calmly, he wasn’t very fond of the man. Mainly because of his son, Draco wasn’t exactly his friend, but he still got on his nerves as if he was. Every time Draco would throw a tantrum would cost a year off his life, a Malfoy should have a lot more dignity than what they were showing to the public.
“Heir Slytherin.” Hadrian said, his hand gripping his suit. “The suit you are wearing is stunning, so say where you have bought it.” Lucius said. It might’ve seemed like a compliment first hand, but Hadrian knew better, Lucius was implying that his suit was pre-made and although that might not seem like that big of a deal, to someone of Hadrian's stature, that was a big insult.
“Lord Malfoy, the suit I am wearing was custom made. A dear friend of mine gifted it to me. He spent quite a while creating it.” Hadrian said, Lucius hummed and before he could say anything else. Lord Slytherin had entered.
Lucius Malfoy was then led away to talk to Hadrian's father and he could finally talk with the children. When he reached a corner, he found Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Hannah Abott, and Milicent Bulstrode. Draco was ranting on how annoying Ron was.
Hadrian was about to punch the guy until he calmed down. Draco then ushered Hadrian to take Neville’s seat despite Neville being extremely reluctant. “No it’s alright, I can stand.” Hadrian said he just did not want to be near Draco.
Hadrian stood and started talking to Daphne. “I love your outfit Daphne.” He said she was wearing a dark green mid length ball gown which had countless jewels on the top. She nodded and said. “I had quite the trouble finding this gem.” She said, shrugging.
Draco was now glaring at Neville, who was talking to Theodore about the new plant Theodore had gotten him. Draco seemed to be the only one who was lonely, Astoria, Millicent, and Pansy were all talking to each other. He didn’t seem to have anyone to talk to.
He decided to try and start a conversation with Hadrian, completely disregarding the fact that he was talking to Daphne, further insulting the Greengrass heir. “Your suit is fantastic, Hadrian. Who is your tailor?” Draco asked, about to touch the fabric. Hadrian instinctively moved the fabric and said coldly. “The exact person who you berated for being a no name.”
Draco’s eyes widened and then doubled down. “Well, it isn’t exactly amazing, it’s not special. You could do much better.” Draco said, rolling his eyes slightly. Hoping that Hadrian would agree with him, but unfortunately. Hadrian was not having any of it and thought. “Like father, like son.” He thought and then walked away without another word.
He met up with his father, who was surrounded by other people of high esteem. He greeted them all politely and declined their very obvious marriage invitations. The people went away after he told them he wanted to talk with his father.
“Hadrian, what is it?” Marvolo Riddle asked, curious. “The Malfoy family.” He responded simply, Hadrian didn’t have to say anything else. He watched his father’s face switch slightly. “What did they do this time?” His father said
Not a lot of people knew this, but the Riddle/Slytherin family disliked the Malfoy family, people thought that Hadrian had enjoyed Draco Malfoy’s company, but if he was being honest, every second Draco talks bad about Ron. Makes Hadrian want to kill him even more. “Draco insulted what was mine.” Hadrian said simply, glaring at the blonde haired brat.
“Hm?” Marvolo said, his eyes glinting evilly. “That red-headed boy you keep talking about in your letters?” Marvolo asked, staring at Lucius who was now talking with the other sacred twenty eight. Hadrian nodded…
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(Now part two. Ron’s literally just shopping)
Just then, a scarlet haired boy walked into Flourish and Blotts, in search of some novels to read. He was holding an ice cream cone, vanilla with a chocolate coating that turns hard with magic. He was wearing a vintage black shirt that he bought from a muggle clothing store just a few days before, and a cardigan that he spent days knitting from scratch.
He looked through the bookshelves and then took out a particularly interesting book, it was titled ‘Isle of the deep.” When he read the blurb of the book, he felt particularly fascinated, back when he was just a college student suffering from social anxiety, he had read a similar book. It was about a pirate searching for a lost treasure that his father had hidden for decades, and told no one even as he lay on his deathbed.
This book however was about a witch searching for a lost memory that her mother had hidden deep away, so no one but her daughter could find it. It was the first book of many, and Ron was curious to try. He grabbed the book and then paid for it with the money he earned from commissions. He had actually gotten a lot of money.
After he finished buying, he then felt like buying some more clothes, he had barely anything that looked good and he wasn’t about to start making new ones anytime soon. He swapped some of his galleons and sickles for british pounds and walked out of the Leaky cauldron.
He strolled around the place alone and yawned as he went into a thrift shop. He would stop by this place so many times, he didn’t really go to known thrift shops like Goodwill, those prices inflated by quite a bit. These ones were always nicer to his wallet.
He didn’t feel like looking through the bins this time and checked some of the shirts. He was going on a shopping haul, and no one was going to stop him.
He found a really nice black jacket that was comfortable on the inside. It was a bit loose but he could resize it himself. It was only around 2 dollars too. He had made a steal. He also found some cheap ass shoes, they were so fucking cheap it was scary, they were also pretty good looking. They had some rips on the inside. But it was nothing he couldn’t fix. He then grabbed a bunch more stuff he thought would look good with some fixing.
Overall, he had spent quite a bit and paid the cashier 50 pounds. Which was around 10 galleons. He now only had 200 galleons left to spend on himself. The reason he had so many? The first reason He won a 150 galleon petty bet with Malfoy. It was who was going to win the quidditch finales, Malfoy betted on Slytherin and Ron betted on Ravenclaw. Safe to say, Ravenclaw’s massive win helped him financially.
Hadrian had given him 50 galleons and had told him it was a Valentine's gift. Completely disregarding the fact that Hadrian had gotten him more stuff earlier that day.
Yawning, he walked back to the Leaky Cauldron and then sat on his bed, reading his book. Completely unaware of what was going to be happening tomorrow.
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(Part three, Rita Skeeter will finally do news reporting, she did for the past few chapters but he never really read it.)
Ron woke up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He dramatically fell off the bed and then got up. He brushed off the imaginary dust from his pajamas that he had sown himself. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face with water and then yawned again. It was around 7:00 AM, he changed his clothes and then walked towards the shower.
After he finished showering, he finally felt a bit more awake to look at himself in the mirror. “God I look like shit.” He muttered and then changed his clothes. He changed into cargo pants he found at the thrift shop and an oversized sweater he found at a cute muggle shop; it was the same place he bought his vintage T-shirt.
He had finished the book despite wanting to read less of it because, one. He wanted to savour the book, because it. Was. So. Good. It had a nice mix of Greek Mythology and Witchcraft. Pretty cool if he had to say so himself.
The witch named Alivia Jein was scouring through a bunch of places, she even somehow talked with Achilles when she found herself stranded on the island she was on. She had then found the pensieve in the end and- it was just so good. It turns out, she had to find a seer who would guide her on the way. It was just so good. He kicked his feet and giggled for like, 20% of the night.
Enough of that, today he was going to buy the second book and third book today, go to Gringotts to see if the Prewetts recognized him, finish the homework Professor McGonagall assigned, and then have fun for the rest of the day, But when he went downstairs for breakfast, things seemed weird, he paid for a copy of the daily prophet and then his eyes did a double take at the sight of the title.
MALFOYS IN DISGRACE: BANNED FROM SLYTHERIN CASTLE?
By Rita Skeeter
“What the fuck.” Ron thought as his eyes locked on the rest of the words.
Oh, dear readers, you would not believe the latest scandal shaking the very foundations of high society! The prestigious Malfoy family, once known for their deep ties with the noble House of Slytherin, has found itself embroiled in a controversy so disgraceful that even the most seasoned gossip mongers could not have predicted it.
It all began at the most illustrious event of the season—the grand Riddle banquet. A night of tradition, and high-class maneuvering quickly turned sour for Lucius and Draco Malfoy, as they were met with what can only be described as a silent yet devastating blow to their once-pristine reputation.
Sources from within the banquet hall confirm that Heir Hadrian Riddle, the direct descendant of House Slytherin itself, was seen pointedly avoiding young Draco Malfoy, much to the confusion of the gathered elite. The reason? A shocking insult thrown at none other than Hadrian's favored confidant—a certain red-haired tailor.
Draco Malfoy, ever the poster child for spoiled aristocracy, was heard dismissing the tailor’s work as 'nothing special' after learning that the masterpiece Hadrian wore for the evening was made by this very individual. Witnesses say Hadrian Riddle responded coldly before walking away, leaving Draco stunned and humiliated in front of his peers.
But it did not stop there. When Lord Marvolo Riddle himself learned of the slight against his son’s personal affairs, a dark glint was said to have flashed in his eyes. A Malfoy daring to insult what belonged to a Slytherin? A dire mistake, indeed. Insiders whisper that Lucius Malfoy, already struggling to maintain his standing, was taken aside for a rather… pointed conversation. What exactly was said remains a mystery, but one thing is certain—by the end of the night, murmurs spread through the crowd that the Malfoy family had lost favor with the Riddles.
This falling-out culminated in what can only be described as a death knell for the Malfoy’s influence: a quiet but absolute banning from Slytherin Castle. No invitations, no private meetings, no favors. The doors that once welcomed the Malfoys with open arms are now sealed shut.
What does this mean for the once-powerful Malfoy family? Has their influence finally waned in the eyes of true nobility? And most importantly, just who is this red-haired tailor that has captured Heir Slytherin’s attention so thoroughly?
One thing is certain—Lucius and Draco Malfoy may have just made the most catastrophic mistake of their lives. Stay tuned, dear readers, as I uncover more of this ever-developing saga!
Exclusive reporting by Rita Skeeter.
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it had turned out the plot had completely derailed and he was now wondering what he should do now. He figured he should just continue the rest of his day as planned. Dealing with this was going to create him a lot more headaches than wanted. So after he finished his breakfast, he stood up and was going to have a productive day.
So he then went to Flourish and Blotts, bought the second and third Volume and paid his 5 galleons. The books were expensive but he could just skip a few meals and take up a summer job, it’d be fine. He then walked over to the bank and sighed. Then he walked in.
(The author then ended up taking a break so the chapter will end here)