Money, Twins, and Death Munchers
Side note -
*spell*
#Parseltongue#
Severus speaking via legilimency
Hadrian speaking via legilimency
Reading this/ written stuff
Hadrian’s POV -
Severus slams the door shut as he enters the sitting room of Malfoy Manor. Lucius and Marvolo weirdly look at him.
“You good?” Hadrian asks.
“I’m fine. Stupid essays and Granger making my life miserable. I ask for 2 feet on why one should dice pixie wings in some potions and crush them on others and she gives me an almost 10 feet essay of which only 2 sentences even cover the topic. She is all over the place with her writing. In one sentence she is talking about Abraxan hair and the next sentence is about Anjelica and whether it should be crushed or sliced. I’m tempted to just mark the extra paragraphs as wrong, but then Albus will come for me and annoy me until I change it,” Severus vents.
“Why not hire an assistant to grade some essays for you? That way, you can focus on the NEWT classes and lesson planning?”
Severus scoffs, “Please, the school barely has enough money to pay me, let alone another person.”
Marvolo gives looks a strange look. “What do you mean? Several teachers back in my time had assistants or co-teachers. Some even had apprentices.”
“What do you mean Hogwarts barely has enough money to pay you? There is tons of money sitting in the vault,” Lucius says.
“Can you get an accounting of Hogwarts’ funds?” Hadrian asks.
“I’d have to go through the board,” Lucius answers. “Though you could probably just go to Gringotts and ask them since you technically own Hogwarts.”
“Oh, I’ll do that later.”
Diagon Alley -
Hadrian heads straight for the bank after flooing to the Leaky Cauldron. He approaches the teller.
“May your gold ever flow. I would like to Griphook please.”
“May your coffers never empty,” the teller says. “Follow me to Griphook’s office.” Hadrian follows the teller and eventually reaches Griphook’s office.
“May your gold ever flow Griphook.”
“May your coffers never empty. What can I do for you Lord Perevell-Potter?”
“I’d like to get an accounting for Hogwarts.”
“Of course. It will take a day, shall I mail it to you?”
“Yes please.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Then, may the blood of your enemies flow,” Griphook said.
“May your coffers never empty,” Hadrian replies.
Hadrian goes to Flourish and Blotts and gets a few books as last-minute presents for Blaise and Theo. Hadrian then drops in at Twilfitt and Tatting's to get some stuff for Pansy and Draco.
“Hi, Adriankin!” Fred calls out from down the street. His brother George is right next to him, like always.
“Hello Fred, George. Is there something you need?”
“No we just want to talk to you about something, in private,” George explains. Hadrian nods and leads them to the Leaky Cauldron. He gets a private room and puts up some privacy wards.
“Now, what did you want to talk about?” Hadrian asks.
“We want to join the dark,” Fred says.
“I’m not sure what you're talking about,” Hadrian says almost instantly. How do they know?
“We know you are friends with the Dark Lord,” George says plainly.
“What do you mean?” Hadrian asks, masking his nervousness.
“You two didn’t kill each other a month ago,” Fred answers. How do they know I was with Marvolo a month ago?”
“I’ve been at school,” Hadrian says.
“And he came to the school,” George replies.
“Regardless, we want to join the dark. But we have issues with your morals,” Fred says.
“What's the issue?” Hadrian asks, deciding to stop playing coy with them.
“We don’t want to kill muggleborns,” George says.
“Good, because we don’t want to do that either,” Hadrian answers simply.
“What do you mean?” The duo asks in almost perfect sync.
“We don’t want to kill all the muggleborns either,” Hadrian repeats.
“But you did last time, during the war,” Fred says.
“Yes,” Hadrian replies.
“So you like them?” George asks.
“No,” Hadrian states.
“Then what do you mean?” Fred asks impatiently.
“We don’t like muggleborns because of people like Granger who refuses to learn about the Magical Britian and wants to bring muggle things into Magical Britian. I’ve heard about her problem with house elves, but she refuses to learn why they are enslaved to begin with,” Hadrian explains.
“We get that,” George says.
“Yeah, now they are refusing to clean Gryffindor Tower’s second-year girls' dormitory,” Fred says with a fond look on his face. Something tells Hadrian that he’s remembering the day they found out the house elves were on strike.
“Oh, her yearmates must hate her now,” Hadrian says.
“Yep,” The duo says together.
“The other reason why we don’t like muggleborns is that they are a security risk. If they tell their family about magic, what's to stop their family from telling others? It’s not like we can have them swear on their magic. Even if they all get put into a mental hospital, eventually someone's gonna notice they all say similar things without chatting to each other. Also, do you know the first-year Colin Creevy?” They nod. “While, if he sends those photos home and his family shares them with others, then we are doomed to be exposed.”
“Fair enough,” Fred replies. He glances at his brother. “In that case, we want to join you!”
“Okay,” Hadrian says. “See you guys later.”
“See ya!” The duo says. Hadrian leaves the room and wanders around Diagon, looking for last-minute gifts.
~Later that day~
Hadrian enters Marvolo’s office and slumps down on the couch near his desk. Marvolo raises an eyebrow.
“Everything okay?”
“Fred and George want to join you.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Well, considering you don’t want to torture your followers anymore, but want to keep them on their toes, good for you. For everyone else, not so much.”
“And you’re worried about that?”
“Not that. Shopping is exhausting though.”
“If shopping by yourself is exhausting, imagine with Narcissa.” Marvolo shuddered at the thought. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about the meeting tomorrow.” Hadrian looks up. “I want to introduce you as my successor to the Death Eaters.”
“Successor?”
“Yes, as the co-lord to Slytherin, you are practically my successor, since you are younger. You are also strong enough to hold your own against anyone who challenges you. You have recruited some followers, and your ideals align with mine. Why would I not appoint you as my successor?”
“Oh, I suppose when you put it like that, it makes sense.”
“So you agree?”
“Sure. Why not. Do I have to wear a uniform or something?”
“I’ll give it to you tomorrow before the meeting.”
“Okay.”
~The Next Day~
Hadrian walked through Malfoy Manor to meet with Severus, Lucius, Antonin, and Marvolo. He joined the four of them in the sitting room. There was a letter with the Gringotts symbol in his hand.
“You got the Hogwarts accounting back?” Severus asks. Hadrian nods. Hadrian tears open the envelope and pulls out the letter inside.
Hogwarts Main Vault Accounting
Date: 20 December 1991
5000 galleons deposited to Albus Dumbledore - monthly
4500 galleons deposited to Minerva McGonagall - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Severus Snape - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Charity Burbage - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Aurora Sinistra - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Pomona Sprout - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Rolanda Hooch - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Sybill Trelawney - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Filius Flitwick - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Lucius Malfoy - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Silvanus Kettleburn - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Cuthbert Binns - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Bathsheda Babbling - monthly
4000 galleons deposited to Septima Vector - monthly
3500 galleons deposited to William Harris - monthly
3500 galleons deposited to Rubeus Hagrid - monthly
3000 galleons deposited to the Argus Filch - monthly
13000 galleons deposited to the Bird Fund - monthly
Sub Vaults -
Hogwarts Tuition Vault
“Why is a ghost being paid?” Hadrian asks looking at Lucius.
“I… don’t know why.”
“No one even pays attention in his class. Also, what would he do with the money? He never leaves his classroom and can’t interact with anything.” Lucius kept his mouth closed.
“Lucius, I will be bringing this up to the board. As Lord Slytherin, what happens at Hogwarts is my business, which is outrageous. You are paying a ghost,” Marvolo says coldly. Lucius nods jerkily. “Also, at the board meeting, we will bring up the Bird Fund deposits and the history. Hadrian, do you mind if I keep this?”
“Go ahead Marvolo. I wasn’t going to do anything with it anyway.”
“Thanks. Also, there is a meeting tonight at 2 PM. Can you make it?”
“Yeah.”
~Around 1:50 PM~
Marvolo walks into the library and heads to Hadrian who is sitting in a pile of books.
“Hadrian, we have about 10 minutes until the Death Eaters get here. You need to get changed,” Marvolo says. Hadrian looks up from his book and puts a bookmark in the book. Marvolo leads Hadrian out of the library and into Hadrian’s room at Malfoy Manor (Draco told his mother that he was living alone with Kreacher, and she freaked out. Lady Malfoy, now Narcissa, told Hadrian to stay at Malfoy Manor). On the bed, there was a green robe with gold accents and a mask. Two cuff links were gold with snakes engraved on them. There were fingerless gloves next to the green cuff links.
“Do you like it?” Marvolo asks.
“It's beautiful,” Hadrian answers.
“For the meeting, I would like you to stay outside the room until I introduce you.” Hadrian gave him a look.
“Drama queen.” Marvolo rolls his eyes.
“The meeting is in 6 minutes, I’ll see you in the hall.” Hadrian put the robes on and hid his wand in his right sleeve. He put the hood over his head and slid the mask on. He put on the cuff links and the gloves. Hadrian cast a * tempus*.
Hadrian started to make his way down to the hall. As he got closer, he could hear the cracks of apperations and quiet murmurs. Hadrian peaked in through the doorway and saw a black throne with snakes engraved on it. There were some dark green accents, but other than that, it was all black. Next to it, there was a smaller throne that was mainly dark green with black accents. There were more snakes on it. The Death Eaters stood in a semicircle. Lucius was closest to the throne followed by his wife, who despite not being a marked Death Eater, was very loyal and trusted. Next to the smaller throne, was Severus.
After a few seconds, Marvolo enters the room through the opposite doors. He’s wearing an all-black robe with some dark green snakes on the cuff links.
“My friends, we meet again,” Marvolo says loudly. “But before we get into it, I would like to introduce someone. He is my successor and I would not recommend making him mad. He is just as powerful as myself and his will is equal to mine. He will be known as Parum Anguis.”
Hadrian walks in and sits on the little throne. #really, little snake?# Hadrian hisses.
#It fits# Marvolo repiles. Hadrian rolls his eyes. Hadrian sees a slight smirk on Severus' face and glares at him.
Little snake huh? Severus comments.
Shut it, Hadrian says. He didn’t tell me that would be my name.
I imagine if you didn’t have that mask on, your face would have been very amusing.
Zip it. You’re supposed to pay attention.
I suppose I should.
The rest of the meeting went something like this. Marvolo called on someone, they told him a quick report and went back to their spot. If they screwed up or something like that, a spell was cast at them from Hadrian that made them pee their pants. Why? Well, why not? After all the reports, Marvolo planned a way to get all their fellow Death Eaters out of Azkaban. Barty Crouch Jr. came forward with how he got out of the prison. They would kidnap muggles (criminals) who no one would miss, polyjuice them into one of their fellow Death Eaters, and leave them in their place until they died. Severus and Hadrian would work on making a polyjuice that lasted forever, or at least until they died. Muggles don’t have as much tolerance for dementors as wizards and witches. So their targets won’t survive for longer than a year.
They then wrapped the meeting up and all the Death Eaters apperated away. Hadrian followed Severus to the potion lab at Malfoy Manor and got to work.