Hadrian Salazar Riddle - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 15

The next day, Hadrian was on edge. Not that it was noticeable, but it hurt his work a bit. Only his father noticed, but even then, the Dark Lord couldn't do anything about it.

So Hadrian continued his day as normally as he could. Draco bickering about how the teachers were giving so much homework, and Pansy and Daphne gossiping away. Hadrian stayed silent.

At eight o'clock, Hadrian walked with the rest of his house to the dormitory, and upon entering immediately went to his room. As he sat down next to Draka in front of the fireplace, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, going into a meditative stance.

Hadrian sat there for one hour, and upon hearing the sound of the old clock hitting nine, sat up and draped Draka around his shoulders.

He stepped out of his room with a silencing charm around him, and then blended with the shadows. Walking into the common room, he saw that some students were still up, doing homework or other less conventional things.

Going to the portrait, he focused his magic and stepped right through the wall, appearing as a cloud of smoke. Hadrian returned to his body and walked down the corridors, avoiding teachers and ghosts.

He finally reached the third level corridor and opened the door, immediately setting a harp to play. Hadrian pushed the Cerberus off of the trap door and lowered himself down, dropping into a plant. Casting a quick lumos, he saw that it was devil's snare, a plant that they had learned in herbology awhile ago.

Hadrian scoffed, and set the plant ablaze. He opened the next door, continuing with the trivial tests, and finally appeared at the last door, which was behind the wall of fire he had just passed through.

Hadrian pushed the door open to find a mirror in the center of the room. Walking towards it, he saw words on the top. Erised fo rorrim eht. The mirror of desire.

What did Hadrian desire the most? Mentally asking this question, he looked into the mirror and only saw himself. Suddenly Voldemort appeared, in his original body, looking like an older version of Hadrian. Draka was also there, even bigger than she was before.

Shaking his head, Hadrian focused on getting the stone. He needed the stone for his father. He needed it for him. Slowly, the image morphed, until Hadrian was the only one left. The image smirked, before taking out the stone from its' pocket. Feeling a weight in his pocket suddenly, Hadrian took it out and grinned insanely as he looked at the stone. The moment was interrupted when the door opened yet again.

"Riddle! What are you doing here?!" He heard Ron Weasley yell. Granger was behind him, looking stuck up as ever, but shaking like a leaf as she noticed the situation.

"Well then. This was... Unexpected. I was honestly hoping for someone that would give me at least a bit of a challenge, but I guess Lady Luck is not smiling on me today. Whatever. I'll be leaving now, but before that, Obliviate!" He said, and then erased their memories of seeing him. Instead they saw Quirrell, who took the stone but failed as his face was burned off from their hands. He conjured the fake stone he had made and placed it on the ground next to the unconscious Weasley, before Shadow Stepping out of the castle and into the forest.

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"Father." Hadrian said as he appeared in the clearing, kneeling down.

"Hadrian. It went well I assume?" Voldemort asked, motioning for him to stand.

"Yes. Weasley and Granger came in after me, but I erased their memories and replaced them with the fake." He replied.

"And the stone?"

"Right here." Hadrian smirked, handing the stone over.

"You have done very well, my son. Very well." Voldemort said, smiling slightly.