My story is based on J.K Rowling's Harry Potter Novels! However the new characters and edited storyline are my own. Dumbledore is not necessarily evil, he is just a meddling old man. The Potter's are not evil, they are just distracted by the fame of there son as the Chosen One.

The Emerald King

'Et Smaragdus Rex'

It was a dark evening, the moon was hidden by an abundance of low hanging grey cloud making the world feel dangerously small. The streets were empty, maybe a little too empty and the air was so cold you could see the evidence of each breath, like swirls of smoke dancing in the dark starless sky. There were rows of tall attached houses, which ran along parallel to the cobbled street, expensive only due to their close proximity to the city of London.

One person was here, like a shadow he hid, not intentionally. No, he just felt comfortable and content listening and observing from within the tall leafless trees and the thick hedges, on a dark night like this one. However, he now moved with fluid graceful strides toward a park bench, which sat solitary much like the shadow that now sat upon it.

The shadow was tall before standing at 6ft and still achieved an elegant height even as he sat down. The shadow was adorned with a black cloak and attached was a hood which was placed delicately over his head, he looked like some sort of ghost like entity, seeming unreal or as if he would suddenly disappear.

No that was wrong, the air seemed thicker more electric, he looked like a dark vengeful angel, still and unmoving.

But waiting.

It was only a couple of minutes later, when another lonely figure came slowly into view.

This figure was perfectly visible, despite the darkness of the night, dark brown locks flowed from his head. They were not too long as they fell just to the mid of his neck managing to curl modishly behind his ears. It was obviously a man, in his early thirties he was broad with obvious muscle, he stood strong. His beard was shaped nicely, styled with fine lines, it was a little more than stubble just enough to qualify as a beard. This man wore black, just like the shadow, which was still sat upon the park bench, only a couple feet away from this conclusively handsome man.

The shadows body was at ease as the man sat next to him on the same park bench. The entire affair was a calm one, almost like it was some sort of routine, an odd revelation considering it was such a cold dark night.

It was eerily dark.

"Hadrian," The man spoke, voice low and handsome just like his face. There was a couple of moments pause before there was a response from the shadow, whose name was now confirmed to be Hadrian.

ˈheɪdrɪən'

The Roman Warrior.

"They are returning." There was a pause, the wind whistled as if in response. "I read that letter that you tried to hide from me, I knew you didn't want me to see it. It was from Severus." This voice wasn't much different from the older man, however there was a youthful arrogance and some icy anger which was exhibited from within it.

Suddenly the shadow lifted a muscled arm and gracefully pulled down his hood from his head. Surprisingly, it was a boy, of late teens, maybe sixteen or seventeen, but then again he seemed older perhaps in his twenties. Despite quickly pulling down the hood, his hair was perfect, jet black and styled to look slightly scruffy but also seeming to achieve to be handsomely suave, the two looks should of been impossible to attain. His eyes, which were outlined with dark long eyelashes, were bright green. So green that they gave an intense feeling to the receiver that they would need to hide both their mind and there soul from them to stay sane. However the older man didn't blink while he stared at the boy, he was still in his disposition.

Or was the young boy a man, it was almost impossible to tell.

The boy or man, Hadrian, was the complete picture of male beauty; he was rough yet soft, cold yet warm, young yet seemingly wise. In the cold night, he shone with some sort of cold conniving brilliance, that should of been impossible.

"Hadrian. I was going to tell you." The older man, replied sighing in his seat, expelling an large whirl of white vapour into the night from his warm breath.

"Sirius," Hadrian spat, as if not believing his companion. The older man now known to be Sirius, looked indignant at being talked to this way, his eyes shone piercing even though they were a muddy brown.

"Careful Hadrian," Sirius said in restrained anger, "What did you think I would do, just let them turn up at Hogwarts?" He uttered, his large hands clenched, in disbelief or anger it was uncertain.

Hadrian's body visibly relaxed from some sort of presumable relief. Sighing heavily, the tall boy twisted his neck around in his shoulders in some attempt to loosen his strained back. The action was mesmerising to watch, it would seem impossible to look away. He sat tall and upright, in an attempt to control himself or perhaps that was just his naturally gifted composure, it was unknown.

"Why are they coming back?" Hadrian asked turning toward Sirius, revealing shapely lips which complemented his harsh jaw, he was gaunt yet bright, another odd paradigm. Every time you'd look, more details of the stone cold boy exhibited more perfections, all which you'd find if you looked at an ancient greek deity in an old historical textbook.

Despite this, the inflection of his question made him seemed abnormally vulnerable.

"Come on, lets go inside, I'll tell you everything." Sirius said, speaking with a slight chill, he stood looking down at Hadrian, who was now looking across the large stretch of field that was the park, eyes narrowed.

"Hadrian." Sirius, said louder this time, Hadrian was instantly nocked out of his train of thought, as he stood and began to walk alongside Sirius, never one glancing back across the field.

Sirius put a fatherly hand on Hadrian's shoulder, a comforting gesture, as they walked quietly towards, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

The house was warm and alive, the fires were crackling, the food was cooking. Kreacher, despite his initial hatred for Sirius, grew to eventually love the man, always trying to please, therefore the house was always spotless and homely.

Home to one Hadrian Sirius Potter and Sirius Odilius Black.