Shopping, this whole chapter is SHOPPING
Hadrian’s POV -
Hadrian walked into Flourish & Blotts. He went straight toward the political section picking out books like Wizengamot Dos & Don’ts, History of the Wizengamot, How to be a Proper Lord, Pureblood Culture: Read the Room, History of Magical Britain’s Traditions: Old & New, and a bunch more. He also got the books on the list. He asked the store clerk for book recommendations for muggleborns. His recommendations included Potions 101, Charms for Dummies, What's the Difference: Charms & Transfiguration, Magical Britain - Things You Need To Know, and A Muggleborn’s Guide to Magical Britain. While Hadrian was paying, he noticed a man behind him with platinum blonde hair, staring at him. He had an approving eye. He had the same books that were on the school supply list. Hadrian left for Madam Malkin’s. Inside was a boy, with platinum blonde hair, standing on a stool. Hadrian stood on the stool beside the boy and a long black robe was placed on top of him while someone began to pin it to the right length.
“Hello,” the boy said, “Hogwarts too?” - AN this is a direct quote from JK Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“Yes,” Hadrian said.
“What house do you think you’ll be sorted into?” The boy asked.
“I’m not sure,” Hadrian responded, thinking back to what Hagrid said.
“I know I’m going to Slytherin, for sure,” said the boy.
Hagrid said that the house of Slytherin was evil. But then again, he practically worships Dumbledore, and he isn’t the most amazing person based on what the goblins say.
“Nice,” Hadrian said after thinking for a minute. Just then, the man from Flourish & Blotts walked in.
“Ah, Madam Malkins, are you finished?” The man asked as he looked at the woman, now known as Madam Malkins, who was pining the robe Hadrian was in.
“Yes, I believe so, Lord Malfoy.” She said as she continued with her work. Lord Malfoy’s eyes lit up with recognition when he looked at Hadrian.
“Great! Now we can go to the quidditch store.” Heir Malfoy said. His face scrunched up. “I don’t believe I caught your name,” He said.
Hadrian gave a light smile. “Hadrian Peverell-Potter, Lord of the most ancient and esteemed house of Peverell. Well met”
“Well met.” Lord Malfoy said.
“Well met. Wait, Potter? As in Harry Potter? As in the baby who killed the Dark Lord?” Heir Malfoy asked, perplexed.
“Yes, though I would appreciate it if you called me my preferred name,” Hadrian replied.
“Lord Peverell? I wasn’t aware that the Potters were related to the Peverells,” Lord Malfoy stated, confused.
“The Potters are the last remaining descendants of the Peverells. To answer your other question, I got emancipated,” Hadrian answered.
“What else do you need to get on your supply list?” Heir Malfoy asked.
“I believe I just need to head to Slug & Jiggers and get my wand. What about you?” Hadrian asked.
“Me too! We can go together!” Heir Malfoy answered.
Hadrian paid for an entire wardrobe and had Madam Malkins owl it to the Black Townhouse. They started towards Slug & Jiggers.
“My godfather is a potions master and the current potion teacher at Hogwarts. Stick with me and I’ll make sure you don’t fail his class. He started tutoring me when I was 7,” Heir Malfoy bragged.
“Cool,” Hadrian commented as they entered Slug & Jiggers. Hadrian listened to Heir Malfoy talk like his mouth was running away. Heir Malfoy explained potion ingredients, the difference between cutting styles, etc. Lord Malfoy and Hadrian paid the store clerk and left for Olivanders. The trio walked into Olivanders. There were boxes of wands stacked on top of each other stored on the shelves.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, your wand is blackthorn wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 ½ inches, correct?” Mr. Olivander asked. Lord Malfoy nodded. Mr. Olivander smiled, “Who will be getting their wand first?” He asked. Heir Malfoy stepped forward. “Dominant hand, Mr. Malfoy?” Mr. Olivander asked.
“Right,” was all he got out of Heir Malfoy. It took 2 wands before Heir Malfoy found his wand which was 10-inch hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core.
Then Mr. Olivander turned his attention towards Hadrian. “Dominant hand?” He asked.
“Right,” Hadrian said curtly. However, that wasn’t true as Hadrian was born ambidextrous. Not like he would let anyone know.
It took dozens of wands before Mr. Olivander pulled out another one. “11-inch holly and with a phoenix feather core,” He said before giving it to Hadrian. The wand glowed. Mr. Olivander makes a curious noise. “ I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather — just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.” - AN this is a direct quote from JK Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Hadrian immediately put two and two together. He glanced at the two Malfoys, who seemed to do so as well. “Thank you for that information, Mr. Olivander.” Hadrian gritted through his teeth. It was a poor attempt at manipulation, however true it may or may not be. “How much for the wand?”
“7 galleons per wand.” Mr. Olivander said. Lord Malfoy and Hadrian paid for the wands and exited the store.
They exited the store and went to the pet store across the street. Hadrian saw a snowy white howl and walked over to it.
“Be careful with that one, she’s quite feisty!” The store clerk called out from behind the till. Hadrian nodded and put a hand near the cage. The owl nuzzled against Hadrian’s hand. Hadrian nodded slightly and brought the owl over to the till.
“Got a name for it, Lord Peverell-Potter?” Heir Malfoy asked.
“Yeah, I think I’ll name her Hedwig,” Hadrian replied. “Oh, and call me Hadrian.”
“Then, please call me Draco,” Draco said.
They left the store and went to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Remember to write to me," Draco said.
"Of course," Hadrian replied.
"Well, see you on the train!" Draco called out before entering a fireplace, saying it was called flooing before calling out "Malfoy Manor!"
Hadrian watched as the Malfoys used the floo before coping them.
“#12 Grimmauld Place,” He said before entering the green fire. Hadrian tumbled out of the floo. He looked around. Cool. A short little creature appeared in front of Hadrian. The creature has a slight hunch and long pointed ears. He has a pointed nose and blue eyes.
“And you are?” Hadrian asked confused.
“Kreacher, Lord Black,” Kreacher said.
“And you are,” Hadrian asked again.
“A house elf. Here to manage, cook, and clean the house while you are away.” Kreacher said.
“Oh, are you the only house elf here?” Hadrian asked.
“Yes,” Kreacher replied.
“Then, Kreacher could you show me the master bedroom? And maybe cook me some dinner?” Hadrian asked, hesitantly.
“Yes, this way Lord Black,” Kreacher said. He started walking towards the stairs with Hadrian trailing behind him. When they reached the bedroom Hadrian collapsed on the bed, exhausted. When Kreacher appeared with dinner, Hadrian sat up and ate it.
“Thank you Kreacher,” He said before leaving to take a shower before heading to bed. Grabbing a book on Pureblood customs, he sat in the bed quietly reading. Never noticing the old house elf watching him from the doorway.
Kreacher POV -
Little did the new lord of Black know, that one comment combined with his interest in pureblood customs left the aged house elf in tears. Only further cementing his loyalty to the new lord of Black. The new lord is far better than the nasty master. He will bring back glory to the Black family. I will faithfully serve him as I did Master Regulus. A new fire lit in his eyes. A fire that went out the day he left that cave. A new reason to do his job right. Kreacher went about cleaning up just a little bit better than he would have before.