Hadrian's POV:
After saying my goodbyes to Draco I shut the door and looked around my new room. There was quite a layer of dust accumulating on the surfaces due to no one wanting to use this room since Tom Riddle. I sneezed due to all the dust and wandlessly and wordlessly casted a cleaning charm I read over the summer. After that was done I took a nice deep breath in the now clean room.
I let my magic swarm the room to look for any cursed objects that may have been left here by Tom. After finding none I went over to my trunk, opened it, and grabbed a 6th year book and began reading and every now and then practicing a spell, wand and wordlessly. For some reason wand and wordless magic just came easier and more natural to me then saying the incantations and waving a wand around. It may just come from the fact at the orphanage I never had a wand and didn't know any incantations I would just focus on what I wanted to happen, I'm not entirely sure, but it doesn't really matter.
I quickly casted a tempus to see what time it was and when I read it was 11:24 I quickly shut my book, placed it on a little table next to my bed and went to sleep.
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I awoke the next morning due to the early morning sun pouring in through my window due to a gap in the curtains. I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms above my head whilst arching my back. After a quick sign of relief I casted another tempus to see it was around 5:30 in the morning.
I stood up and went to my trunk and grabbed my basket fulled with all my toiletries. I grabbed my uniform as today was Monday, and headed to the showers.
After showering and letting my hair air dry, it was 6:45 in the morning. I grabbed my book bag and placed all of my books inside not knowing what classes I'm going to be having today. After feeling how heavy my bag is I casted a quick feather light charm. I leave my dorm and head down to the common room, which was entirely empty, so I got to choose any seat I wanted to. I ended choosing the one next to the fire and began reading an old, old book about magical theory that had zero bias opinions. It was very interesting to say the least.
10 minutes later Draco, Blaise, and Theo came down. Another 5 minutes and Pansy came walking into the common room. As a group we all left at the same time, around 7:00 in the morning, to breakfast.
Upon entering the great hall I noticed that not many students were down yet. Ravenclaw had the most, but the all seemed to be 5th year and up, Slytherin was next with a range of all the years my friends and I being the first year portion. Hufflepuf had only a few who appeared either 7th or 6th years. Then over at Gryfindor there were only 6 and they all were talking amongst themselves.
I looked up to where the Professors sit and noticed Quirell was staring intensely at me. As I made eye contact with him his eyes yet again flashed that same blood red that makes me want to go be near him. This feeling- I don't know how to describe it but my heart starts beating fast and my legs become wobbly. I looked away from the man and stumbled over to the Slytherin table. Everyone follows me and we take the same seats we sat in the previous night.
I looked at the food in front of me and grabbed a piece of toast and a slice of bacon. Due to the malnourishment from Wool's orphanage I couldn't take in a lot of food without throwing it all up moments later. I looked up at the Professors and noticed there were four to many. I decided to ask Draco about it.
"Hey, Draco, why are there four extra teachers?"
"Hmm? Oh! For the 5-7th years they have three extra teachers, for DADA Remus Lupin helps, for Charms.. Lilian Potter helps, and for transfiguration Sirius Black helps. For first years, James helps teach how to fly on brooms." Draco explained to me. I nodded.
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FanfictionHadrian is a baby boy with extraordinary magic. He has a twin brother, Celius Potter, who has a magic level just above a squib. What happens when Voldemort comes to kill Hadrian, fails and "dies"? What happens when Celius is named the Boy-Who-Lived...