Hadrian Salazar Riddle - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 40

September the first came slowly, with Hadrian relaxing the whole time and letting his body cool down from the rough training his father had been putting him in.

Packing his trunk, Hadrian shadow stepped to the station and entered the train with his trunk shrunk in his pocket.

Finding a compartment, he sat down and waited for the other Slytherins while idly chatting with Draka. Draco came first, sitting down and saying hello to Hadrian.

"Did you know about the Triwizard Tournament?" Hadrian asked, leaning forward in curiosity. Draco looked shocked at his words, obviously not knowing of it.

"No, I didn't know a thing. It's happening this year?" He asked. Hadrian ignored him, thinking hard.

"No one knows, if no one knows then Dumbledore doesn't know, but that's not right he always knows so he did know but kept it secret but he needs credentials and forms so the minister knows but the minister would tell so why didn't he but if Dumbledore had-" He stopped mid sentence, looking up to stare at Draco with wide eyes. By now the train had started moving, and the rest of the group were watching Hadrian's genius show.

"The minister is under the Imperious." He whispered, still wide eyed.

He stood up, pacing, Draka opting to look on in amusement from the sun shining through the window to hit the seats.

"If the minister is under the Imperious, that explains why all of the laws have been towards segregation of dark creatures and more banning of "dark" spells. That also would explain why Lucius didn't know anything about the tournament, which would explain why Father didn't know anything. But how would Father not know? He should know more than anyone. It was only by luck that I was in France at the time I was. Conclusion: We need Fudge gone." He finally finished, sitting back down and closing his eyes. He never noticed the amazed looks of the teens in front of him.

Father, Fudge is under the Imperious Curse. We need him gone or we won't get any information from Lucius. Hadrian said over the link his Father and he had from the Horcrux.

I know. Marvolo replied. Hadrian opened his eyes in shock.

What?

While you were gone off on vacation, I was being productive and searched the ministry. It's obvious that Fudge is being controlled, so I have already taken steps to insure that he goes. Or Dumbledore goes and Fudge's usefulness shows itself again. Marvolo stated. Hadrian sighed in frustration. He still hadn't beaten his father in terms of mental prowess.

Returning to his current environment, Hadrian examined the eyes staring at him.

"What was that?" Draco asked bluntly.

"A competition between my father and I. Unfortunately, I lost." He replied bitterly.

Draco raised and eyebrow.

"What?" Hadrian snapped.

"Nothing." He replied, shaking his head. Hadrian groaned quietly, annoyed with the world around him.

Why, why did everything have to be so confusing, and annoying, and hard, and plain, and beautiful enough that it got him wanting to destroy it? Why?!

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"This year, a very special event will be taking place. The Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore started, circling the covered pedestal.

Whispers broke out among the students, and even some of the professors looked surprised.

"Three students, one from each school, will be participating in this tournament. And a new rule, to insure maximum safety, is that the student must be of seventeen years or older." And with that outraged cries broke out. The Weasley twins were yelling from there seats, while others stood in disbelief. Hadrian sat quietly, eyeing the crowd.

"Silence! Two other schools will be joining us, from France and from Bulgaria. Mr. Crouch will be overseeing the tournament as well." At this, Hadrian let out a loud laugh, drawing attention to himself. Bending over, he waved his hand as if shooing the people staring at him away.

"Sorry, sorry, don't mind me. I just don't see HOW, in MERLIN'S NAME, that guy is qualified to oversee some kids kill each other in a tournament that will give you one day of glory before people get bored and move on to the next catastrophe." Hadrian said, addressing Dumbledore mostly. Crouch's face turned red, something that his son never would have done.

Unlike Barty Jr., Crouch Sr. was not at all handsome in any way, the only thing in common with his son being the eyes.

At his outburst, the whole student body as well as the professors turned to stare at him in shock.

"Mr. Riddle, Mr. Crouch is more than capable of overseeing the tournament." Dumbledore replied, an edge in his voice which Hadrian could tell was a warning.

"Alright, but don't come crying back to me when Death Eaters raid the school." Hadrian said nonchalantly, causing the students to panic.

"Mr. Riddle, what could you possibly mean by that?" Crouch asked nervously.

"Everyone already knows that your son is a Death Eater, right?" Hadrian stated, looking around as chaos broke out. "Oops. Guess not." He smiled sheepishly.

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"I can't possibly fathom why you would purposely ruffle Dumbledore's feathers and get detention because of it intentionally." Snape snapped as he watched Hadrian clean cauldrons from his desk.

"... I did it for the students. So that no one will enter. Hopefully." Hadrian muttered, slowing down his scrubbing as he answered thoughtfully.

Snape stayed silent, opting to finish paperwork than reply to the strange comment.

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So sorry for not updating in such a long time! Christmas brought along video games and wasted time, as well as time spent away from wifi at my grandparents house in LA. I will be posting the Christmas Special I made though, well, a late Christmas Special. Hope you all liked it!

Soooooooo... What'd you guys get for Christmas? Post in the comments your favorite gift! (Mine was my three cartilage piercings... Or Omega Ruby... Or Fire Emblem Awakening...)

Amber Silverwood