Hadrian Salazar Riddle - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 3

The first store that he and Draka went to was Madam Malkins, where Hadrian bought many clothes to stock his house with. They then went to Florish and Blotts to buy some books on the wizarding world, along with some books on how to perform certain spells.

After going to some other stores, Draka suggested he get a wand, even though he wasn't in school yet. When asked where to get that, Draka directed him to a dark alley that had many strange shops and people. He walked further into Knockturn Alley until Draka directed him to a dark and dusty shop, with no one inside.

"Hello?" Hadrian called out, looking around.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. A simple child roaming Knockturn Alley? Unheard of." He heard someone say.

"I'm not just a simple child." Hadrian said darkly.

"I can already see that." The person replied, and finally stepped out of the shadows.

He was a young man, with short blond hair and icy blue eyes. He walked to Hadrian and guided him to the counter. A crow screeched beside him.

"I assume that you want a wand?" The man asked.

"No, I wanted a bird." Hadrian said sarcastically. "Yes I want a wand! Why else would I be here?" He snapped. The man sighed, and pulled a long box out from under the counter. He opened it, and Hadrian found that inside was a bunch of branches.

"Since I can tell you don't want to have a nice conversation, I'll go straight to the point. I'm a wand maker, however I don't pre-make the wands like Olivander," He spat the name out, obviously not liking the man. "To make the wand, you'll need to choose the wood, handle material, and core. All you have to do is hover your hand over the items and choose which one you feel a pull to most. For the core, there have been cases of having multiple items. That's usually only for the powerful wizards, though. And you don't have to worry, these wands can not be traced, so you can perform spells wherever you like without the ministry coming after you." He finished, pushing the wood towards Hadrian.

He did as instructed and hovered his hand over the holly first. He didn't feel anything though, so he moved onto the yew. He felt something in the back of his mind, pushing him to take it, though it still didn't feel quite right. He told the man this, and watched as he took out a smaller box. Inside of it, was a completely black piece of wood, made of yew. It felt right, like it was meant for him, so he picked it up and held the stick.

"Interesting. In all my years, only a few have ever chosen black yew. It's one of the rarest woods, and is very powerful. Now, moving onto the handle." The man said hastily, taking everything away and putting another box on the table. Inside were several different materials, some made of stone and others wood.

Hadrian hovered his hand over a few, stopping at the marble. He continued on though, until he came upon the obsidian. The man took it out of the box, and placed it with the black yew.

"Now, this is for the core. If you feel several, take all of them and pick the strongest." He explained. Hadrian nodded, and began looking through them.

Phoenix feather was good, so he grabbed it and placed it to the side. There was another that felt very strong, but he didn't know what it was.

"Dementor cloak, another of the rarest cores around. Very powerful, and a good fit for the black yew." The man said.

Hadrian continued on, eventually ending up with five different cores. Dragon heartstring, phoenix feather, dark phoenix feather, dementor cloak, and unicorn hair.

"Good, now choose the ones with the strongest pull."

Hadrian glided his hand over the cores, feeling for anything. Unicorn hair was strong, but not as much as the others, so he let the man take it away. Phoenix feather felt too light, so he pushed that one away as well. In the end, Hadrian's core was made of a mix between a small piece of dragon heartstring, a dark phoenix feather, and a long piece of dementor cloak. Suffice to say, the wand maker was surprised and Hadrian very happy.

"The wand will be done in one hour, so come back and I'll have it ready." He said. Hadrian began walking out but stopped, and turned slightly.

"You never told me your name." He said.

"It is customary to give your own first."

"Hadrian Riddle."

"Zaria Valkyrus."

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Back in Diagon Alley, Hadrian walked back to the Leaky Cauldron to sort through all of his stuff.

Entering the room, he plopped down on the bed and turned onto his stomach.

"~Draka?~" He started. She slithered out and laid in front of him patiently. "~Where will I live?~" He asked. It was something that had been bothering him since he got the list of properties. There were so many to choose from, and he didn't want to accidently run into a family member.

"~Take out the list.~" She instructed. Hadrian did as told, and took out the long paper.

"~You got the Slytherin and Riddle houses from your father, who is still alive, so you won't want to go to any of those unless you would like to meet him now. I don't believe you wanted any connection to the Potters, so that takes out the Potter and Gryffindor houses. That leaves the Ravenclaw and Black houses. Ravenclaw also has living members, however they haven't taken lordship obviously. So really, your only choice would be one of the Black houses. Black Manor or Black house. You don't know where Black House is because of the Fidellius, so that means we will be living at Black Manor.~" Draka explained. Hadrian stared at her, surprised.

"~How did you know all that?~" He asked.

"~I have been living a long time, so I know many things. Even if they are stupid wizard things.~" She replied, and laid down to rest.

Hadrian sighed. Draka would never give him a straight answer when it came to her past, so he had basically given up on trying. All he knew was that she had a sister. A very powerful sister who was the familiar of a very powerful wizard.

"~How do we get there?~" He asked.

"~Insert your magic into the listing of the property, and a portkey should appear.~" Hadrian did, and felt as the Black Lord ring hummed and flashed gold around his neck, indicating the confirmation of a portkey. As he inspected it, Hadrian saw small lines on the inside of the ring. They looked like a bunch of S's, upside down and connected to each other at some parts. He somehow knew what they meant, as did Draka.

"~Parseltongue.~" He heard Draka whisper.

"~Is that what this writing is? Parseltongue?~" He asked. Draka nodded her head.

"~What do I do?~" He questioned, nervous of making a wrong move.

"~Say the word in Parseltongue and the portkey will activate. It should take you back to the same location you left for when you're ready to leave. Of course, you could just apparate, however that would bring unwanted attention.~" She explained. Hadrian nodded, and held he bags in his left hand while placing the ring back on his finger.

"~Black Wolf.~" He said, and felt his body get sucked and moved.