Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter [J. K. Rowling] or Avengers [Marvel]. Of course everyone knows that, I would not be sitting here if I did. * Laughs nervously *
Summary: Hadrian James Potter adopted son of James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans. Of course he did not know that he was adopted nor that he was not human, which he will find out later in his life. Hadrian was also a child prodigy much like another child who lives across the pond, Anthony Edward Stark son of Howard Stark and Maria Stark.
Note: This story will mainly be showing the life of Hadrian. And here Tony Stark is born in the year 1980 rather than 1970 to reduce the age gap. Slow build.
Rating: M for Mention of early abuse. Mild Sexual content. Strong Language.
Pairing: Slash M/M Gay [Do not read if you do not like it]
Speech: "..."; Thoughts: 'Italics'; Other languages: "Italics" [language will be mentioned].
P.S: This is my first attempt in writing a fan fiction, criticism is welcome so that I can improve and compliments are much appreciated.
Well enough of my rambling. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
It was a clear blue sky in Little Whinging, Surrey. Eleven years old, as of today, Hadrian Potter woke up to the sound of his alarm. It was 5:30 in the morning. Normally kids do not wake up that early in the morning.
Well, Hadrian knew he was far from normal at the early age of three, when one evening his uncle came home drunk and angry about not getting a contract for his drill company Grunnings. His uncle had dragged him out of his cupboard to beat the 'freakishness' out of him because according to him it was Hadrian's fault that he did not get the contract. That day something snapped inside him, as he could not understand what he did to receive such treatment as he remembered the cuddles and the kisses, bedtime stories and the lullaby sung by a woman, he missed the feeling of love and the warmth.
As his uncle advanced on him, he cried out in anger, frustration and hurt, he has not had any food for two days and apart from the toilet he was locked in his cupboard. He stretched his hands, palm facing the whale of a man; something came from his hands, a blue light and froze his uncle's hands. Seeing his hands frozen his uncle shrieked like a girl, he would have laughed had he not being looking at his own hands in astonishment. His aunt had come down hearing all the shouting with Dudley in her arms, she seemed shocked and scared.
Hadrian has always been mature and could talk rather well considering no one actually taught him, as plans were beginning to form to end this torture, he knew he had to take advantage of the situation or he would not be able to get out of here before his eighteenth birthday. After his uncle stopped shouting and was looking at his own frozen hand with fear, Hadrian stated that things need to change in the house or the consequences would not be in their favor, at first his uncle tried to intimidate him and threatened to belt him, which was quickly stopped when he directed his hands to the T.V in the living room and froze it too.
He did understand earlier, that in order to use this powers whatever it was, though quite grateful if it allows him to be free of his so-called 'family', he had to use his emotions and release the energy that he could feel, a tingling type of sensation. Hadrian asked for them to sit down as he outlined the rules. He will not be doing any kind of chores apart from cleaning up his room after he has moved to the guest room. He will be having three full meals everyday and new clothes. They will provide him everything that is needed along with books and tutors. They were not happy at the time and tried many a time to threaten him again, which was hardly a surprise but soon learned that he would not cower in front of them.
Later that day when his aunt was having a conversation with his uncle he learned that they received yearly £25,000. Well he was hardly going leave that, soon after confronting them he learned that someone named Albus Dumbledore left a letter along with him saying he was to be treated harshly so that he will be meek when he was to join his kind. When he asked what they meant by 'my kind', they were unable to say anything more on the subject and quite literally. His aunt said that the man had something to do with it but that she believed he will get all his answers when he is eleven years old. Though not satisfied he had to let it go for that moment. That was the turning point of his life. He shudders to think what would have happened if that day he had not stood up for himself.
At the age of 4 he tested out of Year 2 from St. Grogory's Primary School at the start of the year after talking to the headmaster. He was granted an accelerated program where if he could he can test out to Year 5 or Year 6. He tested out till Year 5 that year. His tutors at home helped out a lot. All of his teachers were quite astonished that he was just soaking up all the information that was given to him. He also started learning different languages, starting with French, Spanish and Germany.
At age 5 he took a scholarship exam and got admitted at St. Stephen's International School at Greater Whinging for Year 6 (accelerated program). There his IQ was tested, which to everyone's surprise was around 290-300 and was denounced a genius. Of course he had an eidetic memory; he could remember each and every single line of any book he has ever read.
St. Stephen's International also had boarding facility round the year so he packed up his things and left; after he had signed agreements with his uncle and aunt that the money for his stay would be send to him each year for staying away from them, which one of his tutors helped him to write after she got the necessary paperwork, that says in case they failed to comply with the terms they would be heavily fined and up to 5 years of prison with his tutors as witnesses. They were quite supportive for his achievements and wanted him to flourish whichever way he wanted. From there on, he would complete two years course in one year. St. Stephen's also emphasized on physical training and extra-curriculum activities. They had different clubs and competitions each year. After deliberation he chose horse riding and Wing Chun Kung Fu which was a type of martial arts that required visualization and mental discipline.
In the 3 years of his schooling where he sat for his GCSE at 7 and A-Levels at 8 in Physics, Mathematics, ICT, Law, Electronics, Government and Politics, Further Maths and Computer Science with the highest score in UK. He won a lot of competition of horse riding, chess and Wing Chun Kung Fu. He also received 'Top in the World' award by Cambridge Assessment International Education. By now he could speak and write in many different languages, which got very easy to learn for whatever reasons, like French, Spanish, German, Russian, Latin, Arabic, Italian, Urdu, Bulgarian, Japanese and Portuguese.
At age 9 he got full scholarship in MIT with double major in Electronic and Electrical Engineering and Physics which he has to complete in 3 to 4 years. That was bound to get complicated now, so he has arranged earlier that he would complete the practical projects in his initial years leaving the theory for the later years; where he has to write the possible theory for a paper he would write about if he wanted to do a PhD on it.
So finally the day has arrived when he would get a logical answer about his powers; or so Petunia always said. He stopped calling them aunt and uncle after that 'Freezing Incident' which he like to call it by. And it's been almost 6 years that he came back to #4 Privet Drive; as he was to expect a letter today on his eleventh birthday.
Rolling his eyes he got up from the bed and went about his morning routine; and started his Wing Chun Kung Fu exercise of centring his mind, clearing of all thoughts and diving into his core. He did find it fascinating that he could do these quite literally, though he never said anything about it to anyone. He could visualize in his mind anything he wanted which is why he has created a city full of different buildings which contains his memories arranged by categories: the Dursleys, school, college, books in a library sorted by subjects and level. He could watch or read any at his leisure.
The city was surrounded by thick forest which was full of mythical creatures some dangerous for defense and some just for because he was having fun creating these creatures in his mind. The outer part of the forest is a labyrinth with drugged mist and booby traps. He might add more at a later date. Then comes his core, though he has no knowledge what exactly it was, he guessed it was the energy with which he could do things.
After the 'Freezing Incident' he discovered he could do a lot of things which was against the basic principle of Physics like summoning things or levitating objects which was against the principle of gravity, so he stopped all sorts of logic when it came to his powers. Maybe he would get his much needed answers today. His core was pure white with specks of blue. He loved 'diving' in it. It always energized him and he could continue with whatever work he was doing without the need to rest or sleep much. He always thought himself lucky because he was sure he would not have coped with his workload quite as well as he had.
Apart from his studies he has invested a lot of money in promising business in a different identity that his tutor Janet, who still kept in touch with him in all these years, helped him set up. James Evans is quite renounced in the world of business with his cunning investments. Funding the small businesses, which everyone thought was a waste of money, which achieved huge turnover over the years.
Though he looked older than his age with shoulder length jet black hair that was usually tied up with a leather band, sharp feature, he stood 5ft tall, with muscular physique, pale skin and intelligent dark green eyes. He still was not of legal age. So Janet managed all his accounts and investments at this moment. And he was quite happy with it because really he could not have managed everything alone. Hadrian shudders, thinking about the various boring board meetings where old people have nothing else to do other than argue.
Coming out of his thoughts he finished up his exercise, after freshening up and changing out from his workout clothes, he made his way to the kitchen. He got back to Privet Drive yesterday evening and has not had much interaction with anyone yet. And he doubts he will have while breakfast, it's barely 8 o'clock in the morning. Reaching the bottom stairs he saw a bunch of letters. He picked all of them and saw one that was addressed to him.
Mr. H. Potter
The Guest Room
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
'Well', Hadrian thought 'Petunia better be able to answer some questions now or this is going to get creepy. I mean what kind of school addresses their acceptance letter to their students' bed room. And parchment? Really?! This is the 20th century people!' He opened the letter after sitting down at the dining table in the kitchen. There were three parchments, the 1st said:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
'So this Dumbledore fellow is the headmaster of the school along with Chf. Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, whatever that meant.' He thought pursing his lips. 'I have to read up on all of this.' He turns to the 2nd parchment.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragonhide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
'Humph, no additional guidebooks or pamphlets about the school or where to even go to buy these books, I do not think that these kinds of books are available in the supermarket' he thinks.
He turns over to the final parchment. And almost fell over the chair.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
'What! Cauldron! Broomstick! Owl! Well I never! And toad! Yuck I am used to the dead ones in my Bio class but alive! Gross!' Hadrian's thought was interrupted then, with the sounds coming from upstairs. Sure enough Petunia came down the stairs, face as neutral as it can be, which considering everything quite an achievement for her as more often than not her face has the expression of having a very irritating fly stuck up her nostrils.
"Morning" he said. 'No need to start rude and in any case I really need her today', he thought. "Well I got the letter you told me about", he continued "I do hope, now that the letter has arrived, you will be able to tell me more about it." 'Well there you go. She failed to keep her neutral face for less than five minutes' he snickers mentally. "I will leave as soon as you give me all the details. And I doubt we will meet again." This thought seems to cheer her up a little. He sighs mentally, feeling a bit pity for himself.
Though he has achieved success in life with hard work and intelligence, he will probably be the youngest graduate with 'double' major in the whole world, he felt quite lonely sometimes when he is not working in some kind of project. He never had someone his age to talk to, in school the rest of the students were jealous of his achievement and in college all were quite older than him, well of age for parties, drinking and sex. He sighs again, perhaps he was getting tired of the entire workload but he cannot rest yet, not after coming so far. Maybe he could take it easy on this 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Some may call him over achiever but he has plans. About which he will think later as Petunia seems to have started talking. 'Finally!' he thinks exasperated.
"You are a wizard" Petunia says. Though it looks like she might have wanted to use different words, which he still remembers but it does not hurt anymore. After his achievements if some jealous bitches want to call him that, then fine, he might as well be one if that makes him the best! "Your mother and father were a witch and a wizard as well. They both went to Hogwarts and were on the same year. I do not know much about your father's family, just that they were rich and some kind of nobility. Lily had a friend who lived near our parent's home, a boy named Snape; I do not know what happened to him. You have to find out the rest from others of your world. As for school supplies you have to go to Diagon Alley through Leaky Cauldron which is in Charing Cross Road in London's West End. Just ask Tom to open the arch way into the alley. I will drive you there after breakfast. The rest is up to you. Oh and you will find a train ticket for platform 9 and ¾. You will have to go through the magical barrier between platforms 9 and 10."
Finishing up the breakfast and setting down, she said, "Finish up. I want to leave before Vernon comes down."
After breakfast he brought down his unpack luggage, which was 3 trolley bag. After all these year he has acquired a lot of personal stuff. Most contains books, of course. London was 40 miles to Surrey, which is around 3 hours drive without traffic, luckily being so early in the morning was light. We reached around 11:30, stopping near what he could see now as 'The Leaky Cauldron'. "It should be around here somewhere", Petunia said sniffing a little "we normal people cannot see it." Without wasting any breath on her, he got down from the car saying, "I can, Thank You for the lift and everything. I will manage from here." Taking out his luggage from the boot, he made his way inside the pub. Truthfully he was a bit nervous; this is an unknown world to him. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.
[Author's Note: Suggestions are welcome. Corrections made. This will be Harry/Tony as main pairing. I have not yet decided on other pairings. In the next 2-3 chapters we will find out about Hadrian's real parents and some Hogwarts years. Many things will be explained in those chapters. Thank you.]