Hadrian Riddle:the second tom riddle

Chapter three

hi internet people! its me again sorry that this is late i have been catching up on some school work and staying up pretty late and then getting up at 5:00 every morning so im pretty sleep deprived but i felt guilty so i decided to try and write this even if it means writing at 2;36 AM in the morning!

After Hadrian had finished his shoppign he had rented a room at a small little wizarding Hotel further down in the ally.

the next morning Hadrian woke at five o’clock and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn’t want to walk into the station in his wizard’s robes – he’d change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Akshleys was shut safely in her cage and then paced the room, Two hours later, Hadrian’s huge, heavy trunk had been draged down the stairs and out of the Ally which if he may add took a conciderable amount of time. once he got back to the Muggle world he hailed a taxi, for as much as it pained him to resort to muggle methods it was the quickest way to get there. he reached King’s Cross at half past ten. he lafted his trunk on to a trolley and wheeled it into the station. He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Akshleys. He’d have to ask someone. He stopped a passing guard, but didn’t dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Hadrian couldn’t even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Hadrian was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Hadrian asked for the train that left at eleven o’clock, but the guard said there wasn’t one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time-wasters. Harry was now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money and a large snake. and no matter WHAT he wasnt going back to that place he'd rather sleep on the streets. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket box between platforms nine and ten. At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying. ‘– packed with Muggles, of course –’ Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry’s in front of him – and they had an owl. Heart hammering, Harry pushed his trolley after them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying. ‘Now, what’s the platform number?’ said the boys’ mother. ‘Nine and three-quarters!’ piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand. ‘Mum, can’t I go ...’ ‘You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first.’ What looked like the oldest boy marched towards platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it – but just as the boy reached the divide between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him, and by the time the last rucksack had cleared away, the boy had vanished. ‘Fred, you next,’ the plump woman said. ‘I’m not Fred, I’m George,’ said the boy. ‘Honestly, woman, call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?’ ‘Sorry, George, dear.’ ‘Only joking, I am Fred,’ said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done, because a second later, he had gone – but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly towards the ticket barrier – he was almost there – and then, quite suddenly, he wasn’t anywhere. There was nothing else for it. the Mother daughter and son stood there waiting for a while as the minutes ticked by he could tell they were getting irritated. suddenly the woman spoke up "where is that boy" she asked irritatedly they waited a bit longer till there were barely 5 minutes left to board the train and the woman spoke again "you will just have to go and see him later Ron dear its clear hes not coming" intruiged as to what they were talking about he moved closer the boy started wining "but i have to meet him mum dumbledore SAID i would get to meet harry potter and be his best mate and get money from him" "yes mum" the little girl piped up "he promised me i would marry him and get all his fortune" Hadrian glared at them. they were trying to steal from him and not only that but they were winey brats too. he watched them go onto thte platform before He pushed his trolley round and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid. He started to walk towards it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Hadrian walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that ticket box and then he’d be in trouble – leaning forward on his trolley he walked faster the barrier was coming nearer and nearer he was a foot away – he closed his eyes ready for the crash – It didn’t come ... he kept on walking ... he opened his eyes. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o’clock. Hadrian looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the ticket box had been, with the words Platform Nine and ThreeQuarters on it. He had done it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Hadrian pushed his trolley off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I’ve lost my toad again." "Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh. A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. ‘Give us a look, Lee, go on.’ The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg. Hadrian pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Akshleys inside first before she hissed at him ~hurry up hatchling this cage is cramped~ and then started to shove his trunk towards the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but kept dropping it just as it got to the top which was strange as he could carry armfulls of heavy books and bags up multiple flights of steps without breaking a sweat. suddent Akshlys hissed to him again ~there are two red head coming this way snakling~ and he sighed before turning around "Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he’d seen earlier inwardly he scowled. "no thank you" he said with his most charming smile. the boy faltered for a second as Hadrian finally lifted his trunk onto the train. suddenly the boys brother apeared beside him. "im just gonna go" he said feeling uneasy. "wait!" one of the red heads said grabbing his shiulder "what" he snapped "um are you,,Harry Potter?" he scowled at them "no i am not now let me go" he said before yanking his shoulder away and dragging his trunk into a cart.  finally the train began to move. Houses flashed past the window. Hadrian felt a great leap of excitement. He didn’t know what he was going to – but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind. The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in. ‘Anyone sitting there?’ he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Hadrian. ‘Everywhere else is full.’ Hadrian shook his head and the boy sat down, although Hadrian very much doubted the entire train was fulll. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn’t looked.  Are you really Harry Potter?’ Ron blurted out. Hadrian stared at him behfore picking up a book from his trunk and opening it up. "no" he finally answered shortly "oh really?" said Ron. "then whats that" he said pointing to ha He pointed at Harry’s forehead and leaning forward to touch his scar. He swatted his hand away and stood up sowling at him. "for your information my name is not Harry Potter my name is Hadrian and you shouldnt touch people without permission, I dont know who the 'Harry Potter' person is but i pity them. noe get OUT" i said nearly shouting at the end. he scurried away looking frightened. only a few minutes later a girl with brown frizzy hair stormed into the compartmant. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes. ‘Has anyone seen a toad? a boy named Neville’s lost one,’ she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. "no i havnt" i said already irritated by her. but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in my hand. ‘Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.’ She sat down. i glared at her. i turned back to my book aout hexes and moved my wand in a swirly movement towars her and incanted "Crinus Muto" "Are you sure that’s a real spell?’ said the girl. ‘Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me." she said smugly then her eyes grew wide " your Harry Potter arent you, I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." i stared at her annoyed. "your really rude you know that" he said her eyes widened and she opened her mouth in indignation but he cut her off "first you barge in here demanding to know if ive seen a toad then you sit down here like we are friends and then you assume who i am-which by the way i am NOT Harry Potter." i finished my rant and the girl ran out of there crying. i smirked darkly to myself. again 3 boys entered the boy in front had platnum blond hair and it was clear he was from some rich family which meant he would be a useful assey to know was looking at me with interest ‘Is it true?’ he said. ‘They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?’ "no" Hadrian said scowling "people keep calling me that, havnt the faintest clue why. my name is Hadrian, Hadrian Riddle. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. the first boy looked shocked when he heard his name and said "this is crabbe and goyle And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." "pleasure to meet you." Hadrian peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep-purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.  A voice echoed through the train: ‘We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.’ Hadrians stomach lurched with the thought of leaving his stuff here and he grabbed one of his books and flipped through it quickley finally coming to the page he was looking for did a quick shrinking charm and ws on his was. he joined the crowd thronging the corridor. The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Hadrian shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and Hadrian heard a voice: ‘Firs’-years! Firs’-years over here!’ a mans big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. ‘C’mon, follow me – any more firs’-years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’-years follow me!’ Slipping and stumbling, they followed the man down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark either side of them that Hadrian thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. ‘Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,’ Hagrid called over his shoulder, ‘jus’ round this bend here.’ There was a loud ‘Oooooh!’. The narrow path had opened suddenly on to the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. ‘No more’n four to a boat!’ Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Hadrian got in a  boat with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle ‘Everyone in?’ shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself, ‘Right then – FORWARD!’ And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. ‘Heads down!’ yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy which hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out on to rocks and pebbles. ‘Oy, you there! Is this your toad?’ said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them. ‘Trevor!’ cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last on to smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. ‘Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?’ Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

Alright there we go 2 hours of writing and not enough sleep and this chapters done. im out enjoy being tortured! Velete Omnes!{thats latin look it up}