Chapter 23

He walked through the Forbidden Forest with them, Sarah had opted not to come along since she wanted to write a few letters to her parents and other relatives, it had been quite awhile since Hadrian had written to his parents too. James wrote and updated their parents for the both for them, but Hadrian didn't trust his brother to be fully truthful and not to throw him under the bus with his own prancing going around.

Well, he'd write back sometime soon.

Walking through the forest, Hadrian kept himself slightly behind the marauders as he looked around the familiar surroundings, where he had spent quite abit of his previous life at Hogwarts in. Detention with Draco Malfoy, following the spiders wth Ron even though he had been terrified of spiders, Hadrian looked up whistfully as he thought of the redhead. running from Remus and saving Buckbeak with Hermione. Hadrian smirked fondly at that thought, he missed his best friends, finding Grawp.

Oh and,

"HARRY NO!"

"NO NO HARRY WHAT'RE YEH-"

Hadrian frowned as he blinked. Hagrid had been tied up the last time Hadrian had come here as Harry Potter to die at the end of Voldemort's wand. He'd been his first Friend in the Wizarding world, the half giant who had treated him well and brought him into the magical world, and the last friend he saw before he had died.

And gotten reborn.

"Earth to Hadrian?"

He blinked. James was waving a hand in his face. "Sorry, just thinking."

"Well, you can quit working your brain now, we are here."

Hadrian's eyes widened as he looked at the familiar hut standing in front of him. They were here.

"Alright, lets go." Sirius strode over.

"No wait! Sirius! We should knock!" Remus stopped him.

"Of course I was going to knock, did you think I wasn't going to?" Sirius looked affronted.

"Well considering the fact that you and James behave like first class cavemen half the time..." Remus told him and Hadrian snorted before walking up to knock on the door to the hut, managing to avoid themselves a serious lecture from Sirius about how he, Sirius Black had never behaved like not a caveman, especially since he had his beautiful hair to prove it.

"I'm comin!"

Hadrian held his breath at the familiar voice as he looked up in anticipation, ignoring the rapidly increasing pace of his heartbeat.

The door swung open, revealing a much younger Hagrid, but still with the same face, hair, beard and height.

"Hello Mr Hagrid!" Sirius piped up. "We are Hogwarts students and we just thought we'd swing by to pay you a visit if you didn't mind."

Hagrid glanced at them, though Hadrian felt like his eyes lingers on him a second longer than the rest.

"Gryffindors eh? The lotta yeh? It's usually them that come by an' visit back then too. Well, come on in. An' call me Hagrid."

Hagrid stepped back and Hadrian walked in before he was pushed forward along by Sirius, "Come on Hadrian, hurry." Rolling his eyes, Hadrian quickened has pace.

The place was just as he remembered, one room, a bed, a fire, pots and pans, a window beside the doorway and thoroughly the same furniture as it had been in his past life. Except Fang's basket wasn't there, so Hadrian assumed Hagrid hadn't gotten him yet.

"Tea? Rock cake?" Hagrid offered. Hadrian accepted the tea align with Remus and the both of them declined the rock cakes, while James, Sirius and Peter took one each.

Hadrian carefully sipped his tea to avoid bursting out into laughter at the three of their faces as they bit into the rock cake. He caught Remus' eye and the older gave him a soft smile before looking back at Hagrid.

"Well, yeh five know my name. How bout yeh ones?"

"I'm James Potter, that's my little brother Hadrian, he's Sirus Black, that's Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew."

Hagrid nodded. "Well I musta say I din' spect anybody to pay meh a visit so soon, but 's a nice surprise, but I musta say, the lot f you do look a little like troublemakers."

"No we aren't." Sirius pouted. "We just like to make lives more fun for people at Hogwarts occasionally."

"By pulling pranks." Remus muttered underneath his breath.

Hagrid's face crinkled into a smile. "So how bout yeh guys tell me how life at Hogwarts is, eh?"

HPHPHPHP

It was so cold.

The rain was so heavy that seeing through it was near impossible, and the raindrops beat down on mercilessly and her robes clung to her.

Gritting her teeth, she trudged through the soil and mud, her hands grabbing on tightly to her robes as the wind whipped mercilessly around her face, her raspberry earrings dangling heavily.

Where was she? A forest?

Gasping as she almost tripped, Pandora looked around at her surroundings, there was only one path between the trees, it seemed.

Or rather the path her instinct told her to follow.

She moved on, ignoring the rain that now washed down her face, dropped down her hair and her robes.

There was a clearing and Pandora blinked as she came closer.

A tall man was dressed finely in well cut robes and a top hat. He had a huge umbrella over him and was facing another man, no a giant? No he was too big to be just a man but too small to be a giant. Half giant? The half giant had no umbrella, and the rainwater dropped down his shaggy beard and hair too.

The half giant murmured something, or at least, Pandora thought he murmured something. She was hardly able to see from the rain.

Pandora watched as the half giant and the tall man exchanged a handshake before the half giant vanished right in front of her eyes.

Gasping, Pandora's eyes frantically scanned her surroundings for any sign as to where the half giant might have gone. But no, he had disappeared completely.

As if he had heard her gasp, the tall man turned to her, though the rain obscured his face, and raised his hat before snapping his fingers

He was gone too.

Pandora blinked.

She blinked again, and this time, sat upright in her bed with another gasp.

Perfectly dry and not wearing shoes.

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A/N: Honestly when I began writing this story, it was to write for enjoyment. How the author writes the story is up to her and if you did not find it to your liking, there isn't a need to get violent and threaten me in your review. I honestly thought readers were way above that. Reviews are meant to be constructive. Not poorly written with a lack of proper spelling and grammar. If you want to criticise my story, do it on points you think I can improve or something that adds value and doesn't waste my time when I read it and attempt to take it into consideration. And do away with the violent threats. It's just plain redundant.