Here We Go Again
Hadrian’s POV -
The rest of Draco and Hadrian’s weekend was spent planning and preparing for the first day of school.
Blaise’s POV -
~Monday~
Draco and Hadrian had spent the weekend hauled up in their room and while at breakfast, were acting a bit strange. Hadrian kept glancing at the teacher’s entrance and Draco kept an eye on the main one. They both had an evil glint in their eyes. Are they waiting for someone? But who? A few minutes into breakfast, one Gilderory Lockhart pushed open the doors of the Great Hall.
He yelled, “HELLO THERE! It's -” Splat! “What on Earth is this!?” Lockhart asked. Blaise looked at him. He was covered head to toe in color-changing paint that changed into all the rainbow colors. Lockhart then started twitching. At first, it was small movements before it became a full-on screech. “GET THESE INSCESTS OFF! OFF!
HEEELLLLLPPPPPP!” Blaise looked around and saw Draco barely able to hold in his laughter.
Most of the hall was doing the same, including the teachers. The Gryffindors were the first to break and started to laugh, loudly. The Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaws joined in and the Slytherins chuckled as well.
“HELP! HELP! HELP ME!” Lockhart screamed. Everyone kept laughing at his misery. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up to take control of the situation, or at least, try to.
“Children, children!” Dumbledore yelled, attempting to get everyone’s attention. “Children! Silence!” Dumbledore cast a spell at Lockhart, put the paint stayed on Lockhart, and so did the screaming.
After a few moments, everyone quieted a bit.
“Thank you. Now, Mr. Weasleys, if you would be so kind as to reverse this little prank so we can all go on with our day,” Dumbledore said.
The Weasley twins stood up and said switching back and forth every other phrase,
“As much as
we would love
to take credit
for this piece of artwork,
it is not our work
so we cannot reverse it,” The other finished before the duo bowed and sat back down.
“They’re lying! Detention, both of you!” McGonagall yelled.
“Now now, Minerva, I’m sure they aren’t lying. And as for whoever did this prank, if you undo it there will be no consequences for your actions,” Dumbledore announced with the fakest smile Blaise had ever seen.
“If you’re not a Slytherin,” someone muttered. Blaise felt himself mentally nodding at that statement. Dumbledore’s hatred of Slytherins and favoritism to Gryffindors was well known. Very well known.
Since no one fessed up, the day continued as normal. Blaise and all the other Slytherins went to their first class of the day, which just so happened to be DADA. They all sat near the back of the classroom and waited for the Gryffindors to arrive. Like always, they burst into the room like a stampede.
“Must they be so loud and obnoxious?” Pansy muttered.
As they settled down, the doors to the teacher’s office burst open. Revealing a still rainbow-colored Lockhart in all his glory.
“GOOD MORNING CLASS! Yes, as I’m sure you know I, Gilderory Lockhart, am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I’m sure you’re all delighted to have me as your teacher and I’m delighted to have you as my students. NOW! Pop quiz! I want to see how much you know about me before we begin!” Lockhart announced. The class groaned in response. Blaise got his test.
Blaise groaned. This stuff is hardly relevant to DADA. And I have to waste my time on this trash. Ugh!
Blaise put a for all the answers if only for simplicity's sake before turning it in. He glanced toward Hadrian and Draco and saw that they turned in blank tests. Blaise held down a snort.
After everyone finished their quizzes and turned them in, Lockhart once again screeched at the top of his lungs. There was a bright red nose on his nose and a bunch of paint splatters appearing on his body. He kept flinging back like the paint was being thrown on him. The Gryffindors, with the expectation of Granger, were chackling like madmen. The Slytherins were chuckling softly.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Lockhart yelled at the top of his lungs.
Granger ordered, “Someone get a teacher! Ron! Help me figure out what’s happening!” Weasley’s head popped up.
“What?” He asked. Blaise gave Draco a knowing look.
“Help me!” Granger ordered and Weasley got up.
“SOMEONE! Get a TEACHER!” Granger yelled. Weasley went to the door of the classroom and left. The class was still cackling. A few minutes later Snape and Flitwick entered the classroom followed by Weasley.
“What is going on here?” Snape asked. The class stopped laughing at Lockhart’s misery.
“Professor Snape, Professor Lockhart was collecting our quizzes when he started to… well… act like this…” Granger explained trailing off as she motioned to the still freaking-out Lockhart, who then lost all his clothes except his underwear. The Gryffindors burst out laughing again while the Slytherins smothered their chuckles. Blaise looked around the room. Draco was whispering something to Hadrian but Blaise couldn’t hear what was being said.
~Flashback~
Antonin Dolohov’s POV -
Antonin apperates to the edge of the Malfoy Ward, just barely outside.
“Ah Antonin, please, come in,” Lucius greets him, motioning for him to come onto the property.
“Hello Lucius,” Antonin greets him back. Lucius leads them to the sitting room of the manor. Sitting inside, drinking their tea, is no other than Harry Potter or Hadrian Peverell-Potter as he goes by now, and Marvolo Slytherin. Something about the latter seems familiar, but Antonin can’t name it.
“Hello Antonin,” Lord Slytherin greets him.
“Hello, I am Antonin Dolohov, lord to the noble house of Dolohov.” Lord Peverell-Potter sends a look at Lord Slytherin who sends a look at Lucius.
“This is a formal meeting Dolohov, but not that formal.” What?
“Dolohov, how much do you know about laws and politics would you say you know?” Lord Peverell-Potter asks.
“Quite a bit.”
“So then, how much do you know about the royal family of Pendragon?”
“They died out, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Are you sure they died out?”
“What do you… oh, you’re a descendant aren’t you?”
“Would you look at that, he figured it out.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” Lord Slytherin asks. Lord Peverell-Potter just smiled at him.
“You plan on revealing yourself?” Antonin asks.
“Kind of. There is this law that says an underage royal can have a proxy on the Wizengamot,” Hadrian explains.
“And… you want me to be this proxy?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Cause you aren’t openly known as dark, you probably agree with most of my morals, know a lot about the law and politics, and Voldie trusts you.”
“Must you use that horrendous nickname?” Lord Slytherin interjects.
“Yes,” Hadrian replies with a bright smile. Lucius snorts. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you either Lucy,” Lucius growls and this time it is Lord Slytherin's turn to snort.
“Wait, Voldie as in the Dark Lord?” Antonin asks as he turns towards Lord Slytherin, who nods.
“Please call me Marvolo.”
“And I, Hadrian. So, do you want to be my royal proxy?” Hadrian asks.
“Sure,” Antonin answers.
“Alright, then, I, Marvolo Marcus Slytherin, release Antonin Luis Dolohov of his loyalty vow,” Marvolo vows, “So mote it be.” Marvolo motions to Hadrian.
“Oh, I, Antonin Luis Dolohov, do hereby vow to remain forever loyal to Hadrian James Peverell-Potter. So mote it be.”
“Alright, now that is done, let's talk about what you have to do, which you probably should have asked before you accepted the job now that I think about it,” Hadrian says. Antonin blushes slightly.
~End of Flashback~
Antonin walks into the meeting and meets with Lucius who is talking with Marvolo.
“Are you ready?” Lucius asks.
“As ready as I can be,” Antonin replies.
Dumbledore enters the Wizengamot in bright orange robes with neon yellow lightning bolts. He sits in the Chief Warlock seat smugly and bangs down the gavel.
“I don’t believe anyone needs to claim seats so we will-”
“Chief Warlock that is incorrect as I need to claim seats,” Lucius interrupts Dumbledore.
“As do I,” Antonin pipes in.
“Go ahead,” Dumbledore says with a slight growl coming through.
“I, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy claim proxy to the Prince seats. I also assign them to the Dark Faction. So mote it be,” Lucius declares.
“I, Antonin Luis Dolohov claim the title of proxy to the young heir of the most ancient and royal house of Pendragon,” Antonin says. Gasps echo throughout the Wizengamot chambers.
“What do you mean the young heir of Pendragon? Who are they?” Minister Fudge asks.
“They are the heir to the most ancient and royal house of Pendragon. They asked me to be their proxy and I will happily do so. As for who they are, well, that is their secret to keep,” Antonin explains. Several members of the Wizengamot give him strange looks.
“I demand as Minister of the Ministry of Magic that you tell me who the heir of Pendragon is!” Fudge yells. Any respect Antonin had for him, which was very little, to begin with, disappeared in an instant.
“I do not have to tell you anything, Minister Fudge.”
“He is the Minister!” A toad-like lady in sickly pink clothes yells. “You have to tell him everything.” Antonin stares at her.
“I must agree with the Minister,” Dumbledore starts. “It is imperative that we know who the heir is.”
“And why is that?”
“Because we must ensure their continued safety and that they are learning everything they need to,” Dumbledore says.
“But isn’t the best way to ensure the heir’s safety is to make sure no one knows of them? How can you target someone if you don’t know who they are?”
“It is still incredibly important that we know who the heir is!” Someone shouts out. Antonin looks around and sees Elphias Dodge standing. “If he is influenced to believe the wrong things, we will have a disaster on our hands! I motion that we require Lord Dolohov to reveal who the heir is!”
“Yeah!” Someone else shouts. More sounds of agreement can be heard on the light side. Dumbledore bangs his gavel.
“Even if such a bill were to be passed, I would not be required to follow it,” Antonin explains.
“And why is that?” The toad lady asks. “No one is higher than the Ministry.”
“Actually, the very document that creates the Ministry gives the young heir the power to hide his identity. Should you pass something against that document, the government of Magical Britain will revert to an absolute monarchy. And even then, the heir would not be required to reveal
himself. Either way, we should resume the Wizengamot meeting, right Chief Warlock?”
“Right,” Dumbledore grits out.
Hadrian’s POV -
“Hi Harry!” A sickly sweet voice calls out from the other end of the Great Hall during lunch. Hadrian looks at Draco and continues to eat his lunch.
“Harry! It is very rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you! Ginny just wants to get to know you!” Granger yells. “Harry! At least turn around!”
“What did you do to him, you snake?” Ronald Weasley yells, furiously walking towards Draco. He grabs him but Draco sends a stinging hex at him.
“What did I do to who, you griffin-dork?” Draco asks.
“Harry!” The female Weasley yells.
“Harry? Who's that?”
“The boy next to you!”
“Oh, you mean Marcus?”
“No you idiot! The one to your left!” The male Weasley yells.
“Oh, you mean Hadrian.”
“Yeah, Harry!” Granger yells.
“Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Weasley, would you like to explain why you are making a commotion at my house’s table?” Severus asks walking over. “Also, 30 points from Gryffindor.”
“Harry is ignoring us!” Granger whines.
“There is no one named Harry in my house. I believe Harry Mcmillian is a Hufflepuff,” Severus replies.
“Not him!” Granger whines. “You call him Hadrian.”
“Ah, Mr. Peverell-Potter. Why do you want to speak with him?”
“Because he needs to talk to us!”
“Mr. Peverell-Potter does not need to do anything. If he does not wish to talk to you, then he doesn’t have to, it's as simple as that. Now, go back to your tables before I start to take more points.”
The female Weasley starts “BUT-”
“45 points from Gryffindor.”
“WAIT!”
“55 points from Gryffindor.”
“YOU CAN’T-”
“75 points from Gryffindor.”
“Slimy git!” The male Weasley yells.
“100 points from Gryffindor.”
“You can’t-”
“OI! WEASLEY, WEASLEY, AND GRANGER, GET YOUR BUTTS BACK OVER HERE BEFORE WE LOSE EVEN MORE POINTS! WE ARE ALREADY IN THE NEGATIVES AND IT'S NOT EVEN THE END OF THE FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL!” Someone from Gryffindor yells. Hadrian looks towards the Gryffindor counter and they are at -205. The trio snarls at the Slytherin table before returning to their own.
~The Next Day~
Hadrian and his friends sat down for breakfast like normal.
“BUT I WANT IT!” A familiar voice yells. “I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT! WHY CAN’T I BE THE HEIR? WHY IS IT YOU TWO IDIOTS!”
“Well it seems like Brainless woke up today and decided that causing commotions was her new calling,” Blaise says. The people who heard him chuckled.
~Flashback~
“We need something to call each one of the annoying trio. We can’t keep calling them by their last names seeing as there are two Weasleys now,” Draco says when the group is in the common room.
“What about G, R, and H?” Pasny suggests.
“Too nice,” Draco shot down immediately.
“What about Brainless for the female Weasley, Dense for the male, and Ignorant for Granger?” Hadrian suggests after a few moments.
“Let's do that,” Draco says. Everyone else agrees.
~End of Flashback~
“I SHOULD HAVE IT! NOT YOU!” Brainless continues to yell.
“Weasley. 100 points for causing another commotion,” Severus says. The Gryffindors sitting at their table groan as their number drops even further into the negatives. Hadrian looks at the other Slytherins before getting up. If they had any hope of having a peaceful breakfast, then Brainless would have to shut it.
“What’s going on now?” He asks approaching Brainless, the Weasley Twins, and Severus.
“Harry! You’ve got to help me! This dummies took my title!” Brainless yells.
“What?” Hadrian asks, looking toward the Weasley twins.
“On August 31, we collected our lordship. Our sister just figured that out tonight,” Fred explains.
“If I may ask, what lordship were you heir to?” Hadrian asks.
“The most ancient and noble house of Prewett,” George replies.
“THAT’S MY LORDSHIP! AND I WANT IT! TELL THEM HARRY! TELL THEM TO GIVE IT TO ME!” Brainless yells.
“Why should they give it to you?” Hadrian asks. “Also, for your information, I can’t make them do anything. I have no control over the Prewetts.”
“BUT! BUT!” Brainless stutters.
“100 points from Gryffindor for continuing to cause a commotion for no reason,” Severus says.
“BUT!”
“Another 100 points.”
“BUT!”
“Another 100 points.”
Brainless opened her mouth again but this time no words came out. Severus raised an eyebrow.
“She was costing us too many points. It is probably better that she remains silent for the rest of breakfast,” One of the Gryffindors explains.