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"Dad, Father. I think you know Mistress Death and Mother Magic."

"Hadrian!" the woman to his left exclaimed. She swooped down to smother the young boy in a hug, pressing his face into her chest. She was pale white and slim, but that was easily made up for with her towering height and large breasts. Her eyes were pure white pools, not a spec of color interrupting the orbs. Wild looking white hair framed her aristocratic face, cheeks hollow looking and dusted with black. She wore a midnight black strapless dress that clung to her form and had a split up to her thigh, as well as delicate black heels with straps that laced up her shins, and a heavy black cloak hanging off her shoulders that had a blood red lining.

"Missy!" Hadrian returned happily, hugging the woman back. He managed to move the woman so he wasn't smothered by her breasts so he could breathe easier and buried his face in her neck, "It's so great to see you."

She pulled back and ruffled his hair, "My silly little Master. You saw me two day ago."

"And what?" the other woman asked, her voice smooth and warm, "It's not great to see me?" she pouted, looking down at Hadrian. She was slightly shorter than the first with tanned skin, auburn hair, and piercing golden eyes. Her figure, though curvy, was not overly so; with small round breasts, flat toned stomach, and wide hips. She wore a pale gold halter top gown, pale golden flats, and a heavy sapphire blue cloak.

Hadrian turned to her and smiled, "It's always good to see you Mother." He said with a smile, giving her a hug as well.

"Hadrian…." James rasped, his eyes never leaving Mistress Death's face. Tom was staring at the one Hadrian had called Mother with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

Both woman looked over to James and Tom, their faces going cold and their bodies tensing, but when they saw who it was they relaxed. Death grinned, "Jamie! I knew it wouldn't take you long to get them back together!" she rushed over to that side of the table and hugged James just as she had Hadrian, making the elder Potter blush scarlet.

Meanwhile, Mother simply smiled softly at Tom, "Hello Tom. Nice to see you whole again."

"Mother Magic." Tom stuttered uncharacteristically, bowing his head solemnly.

She laughed lightly, the sound making the three wizard's magic jump happily, "Please Tom, you can call me Hecate, or just Mother as your son does."

Tom's mouth opened and closed several times in helpless speechlessness. Finally, James was able to free himself from Mistress Death's breasts and looked between the two eldritch beings, "How…Why…" he frowned before settling on the last one, "Why does Hadrian have your symbols on him?"

Mother laughed lightly, making a breeze sweep sweetly through the room, "You didn't think we would leave the child of our champions to fend for himself did you?"

Missy's face lit up as she bounced back over to Hadrian and draped herself over his shoulders, "And once I saw him and his eyes that absorbed the brilliant color of my favorite curse and his gorgeous magic I just couldn't let him go!" she squeezed Hadrian and rubbed her cheek against his, "I decided he would be my Master! The only one I'd accept to hold my Hallows!"

Hadrian's cheeks went red under his parents shocked stares, "Missy." He whined in embarrassment.

Mother smiled at the twos interaction warmly, "I approved of her choice wholeheartedly and made sure none of our other siblings would interfere." She looked back to the still shell shocked looking Tom and James, "We made sure that he was educated properly and brought up knowing exactly who he was rather than the history that pompous old man was trying to push on him. When he started to make plans of his own we supported him and helped him and made sure he knew you two would be returning one day."

"How?" Tom rasped, looking between the son he wasn't even aware that he had and Mother Magic herself. "How did this even start?"

Missy squeezed Hadrian again, "It started when I retrieved Hadrian's soul as it passed through the veil the first time at five years old."

"What!" James exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Hecate's lips pressed into a thin line, "Yes, Hadrian's body, already weak from being continually starved, gave up after a severe beating by that horrid man Vernon almost a month after his fifth birthday." Tom and James both sent deadly glares toward the two muggles laying prone on the far side of the table.

"Jamie, your soul was still wrapped around him so when I felt you both come through at the same time I went to pick him up." Missy continued, "I sent your soul along to Tom and called for Hecate as I stood guard over Hadrian's body. My poor little Master's soul was shaking from having died so young but even so his magic was strong and would have returned him to his body even if I had not interfered."

"Yes," Hecate inserted, "even then he was much like you Tom. Too stubborn and powerful for his own good." The Dark Lord looked to his son who was blushing under Mother Magic's praise, "When I arrived, I could see just how much he took after you and, after discovering the extent of his abuse, knew that I could not just let things be." She sent Hadrian a fond look, "He had already been forced from the most basic childhood mindset by those he lived with so we gave his soul the boost it needed to form beyond the veil, letting us communicate with him easier."

"Poor dear didn't even know he had died." Missy interrupted, her face was dawn tight, "And when we told him he was relieved." Hadrian dropped his gaze to the table to avoid his parents' eyes and Hedwig quickly glided down to the arm of his chair to brush against him reassuringly.

Hecate reached out and ran a hand through Hadrian's hair, "He was quite upset when Death told him that it wasn't his time and he would need to return but we made him a couple promises. We promised he wouldn't be alone anymore and branded his soul with our marks to ensure that, they transferred to his arm when he returned to his body." She gestured to the still slightly glowing marks on Hadrian's right arm.

Missy grinned, "When I decided not a day later that he would be my Master, I changed the mark accordingly."

Hecate rolled her golden eyes at the second interruption, "Secondly, we promised that his parents would return for him in time." She looked over to them pointedly as Hadrian sent Tom and James a tentative smile, "Finally, we promised him we would visit him in his dreams each night to teach him who he really was as well as give him a proper education that those dreadful people were denying him. Which we did faithfully until he began Hogwarts; after that, he had constant access to sufficiently magical grounds to physically call us without too much of a strain on himself whenever he needed us."

Tom and James were gaping at their son, their mouths working silently as they processed all that had been relayed to them.

Missy just plowed ahead, "We had help for some of it! Not everything is nice to be taught by Eldritch beings! I called up some of his ancestors' souls to teach him as well! Those naughty Peverell brothers, various Blacks, Charlus Potter, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin." Missy spouted off brightly, "We had such fun!"

"Salazar Slytherin." Tom managed to wheeze out, his face going even paler.

Hadrian looked sheepish, "He's the one who taught me Parselscript and Parselmagic." That didn't seem to help Tom's shock as he slumped back ungracefully in his chair, his eyes wide.

Hecate gave a light laugh, "Oh dear, we seem to have broken your parents little one."

"You're the one who sprang it on them all at once." Hadrian pouted.

Missy bounced upright again, "If they're going to play statue then I can give you your birthday present!"

Hadrian smiled up at Death, "Missy, I thought we decided no presents this year since dad and father were returning on my birthday."

Hecate gave a quick shake of her head, "No Hadrian, you said no presents since your parents were returning. We agreed to nothing." The young necromancer pouted.

Missy giggled, "Oh Master, don't worry. I'm sure you'll like her."

"Her?" Hadrian asked warily.

"Her!" Missy crowed, she waved her thick cloak beside her dramatically and when it dropped back into place a bone white thestral mare stood next to Mistress Death, James let out a rather strained squeak. "You remember my mare, Despair, right? Well she recently bred with one of the ancient thestral souls and produced a foal! When she does that she makes really pretty white thestrals and Despair agreed that you should have this one!" The mare brushed against the many exotic plants that the conservatory held, her back left hoof almost dropping into faux pond behind her as she shuffled her wings and nickered softly.

Hadrian grinned as he stood and turned to greet the mare, "She's gorgeous Missy!" the mare pushed her nose into Hadrian's hands as they came up to pet her, "Thank you!" Standing, you could really see how much the two woman completely dwarfed Hadrian.

"I'm glad you like your present little Master." Missy beamed, swooping in to give him another kiss on the cheek.

Hecate gave Missy a fond smile before looking to Hadrian once more, "And since Death has insisted on giving you yet another dangerous gift I have crafted you moon stone and silver tack, filled with enchantments so you can be safe while riding instead of trying to ride bareback like I know you did last time Godric visited."

Hadrian looked over at Mother Magic with a chastised look, bowing his head, "Yes Mother. Thank you."

A choked off sound drew Mother, Missy, and Hadrian's focus back to James and Tom who were both still reeling from the first of revelations.

"Father?" Hadrian started uncertainly, drawing in on himself as Tom's eyes remained glued to Mother Magic, his face pale. "Dad?" he tried, but James was still looking between Missy and the thestral mare.

Hecate's eyes narrowed and she looked over to Missy, "Death, take Hadrian to get his room here settled. I'm sure you remember where the heir rooms are here." Her burning golden eyes turned back to Tom and James, "His parents will join him for dinner in a bit." Missy put a hand on Hadrian's shoulder without a word and whisked him away a second after Hedwig flew over to perch on Death's shoulder.

James was on his feet the second Hadrian was out of sight, his anxiety punching a hole through his shock, "Hadrian!" he called worriedly, turning toward the doors of the conservatory.

"Sit down." Hecate bit out, power ringing in her voice.

James dropped in an instant as his magic twisted in deference to Mother Magic. Tom's stare now held a healthy and respectful dose of fear. As Hecate's glare trained on the two of them, the couple couldn't help but feel the overwhelming weight of the magic that was focused on them.

Hecate crossed her arms over her chest, "I am going to assume most of this behavior from you two is from the fast pace of events and shocking information you have just received."

"They killed him when he was five!" James burst out, "And she just gave him the offspring of her horse! Death's Horse!"

Hecate leveled him with a disproving look, "We were not happy about him losing his life that early either but it gave us an opening none of our siblings could dispute to take Hadrian under our wings. And I would get used to Missy giving Hadrian dangerous things. She does it quite often."

"He was taught by you and Salazar Slytherin." Tom began reverently, "No wonder he has surpassed me already. The knowledge he must…"

"Tom." Hecate interrupted sharply, "I am only going to ask you once to keep your Ravenclaw tendencies in check for the moment." The Dark Lord shrunk in his chair like a scolded child. "We got to Hadrian rather early and made sure he knew he was loved and important despite the horrid conditions he was living in but said conditions did not leave him unscathed, even with our efforts. His mates and his friend have helped further but the real thing that he is missing is his real parents. You two. Hadrian has known since he was five that you were returning and much of his goals have been made with the secondary purpose of making you both proud of him, of making himself seem useful to you."

"We're very proud of him!" James interjected.

"I know that." Hecate reassured, "But Hadrian will need the reassurance. As I said, our time with him in his dreams did not erase his life with the Dursleys and their treatment of him. To begin this, you need to take time. Which means no focusing on his first death or the special treatment he gets from Death." She said, looking at James who blushed. "And no hounding him about what I and Salazar have taught him." Tom bowed his head slightly with a frown. "Just take time to get to know Hadrian himself. Let him get to know you. He's only heard stories, he's never been able to truly know his parents. I would even leave talking about his plans and the more recent history until you've had a good night's rest and time to speak to each other. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Tom and James said with respectful bows to the Goddess of Magic before them.

Hecate gave a dainty nod and drew herself up as her eyes glowed brighter, "And one warning…" Tom and James had thought that the female before them had been putting out a lot of magic before but it was nothing to the sudden swamp of magic that was crushing them in their seats right now. Hecate narrowed her eyes at the two before her, "Every magic user is my child, but Hadrian is more my son than anyone because I chose him. I chose to raise him in your absence and even with your reappearance and blood claim I still see him as my son. Do NOT give me reason to think that you are in anyway, physically or mentally, causing him pain. I would rather turn him into a real orphan than allow him to endure any more abuse. Is this also understood?"

"Y-yes." The two men managed to get out from beneath the weight of Mother Magic's might.

"Good." Hecate ended lightly, drawing back her power a little, "I do believe you have a dinner to attend then."