Hadrian Salazar Riddle - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 11

The class started the same way charms had, an introduction and explanation. Then they were allowed to try and change a match to a needle. Hadrian was the first to do it, while at the same time decorating it with scales and his inicials. McGonaggal too, was impressed with his skills.

Potions went a bit differently. Class started with Snape banging the door open and telling them about potions, and were then told to brew a certain potion. Hadrian did it with Draco and managed to brew it perfectly. The mudblood Granger also managed to brew it.

Lunch, for Hadrian, was rather boring, so he spent all of his time doing homework and researching in the library while the others were out pestering the Gryffindors.

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Upon entering the defense room, Hadrian immediately put up occlumency shields to block out the reaking stench of garlic. After everyone had entered, Quirrell started with a stuttering introduction to Defence Against the Dark Arts. No one bothered to try and figure out what he was saying, but when Hadrian did, he found it rather informative.

Apparently, DADA was a course that was made by Godric Gryffindor to teach students how to protect themselves from all trials in the world. Salazar Slytherin inputted information of the dark arts to the students so that they knew what they were dealing with, however Gryffindor said that he would pollute their minds and banned Slytherin from teaching the students. The class then ended, however Hadrian stayed behind to talk with Quirrell.

"I couldn't help but notice that you said Slytherin was banned from teaching. Did this cause the legendary rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor that we see even today, or was it a different reason?" Hadrian asked. Quirrell's eyes turned red and he smirked.

"Hadrian Salazar Riddle, was it? I'm glad you found an interest in the history of it. Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor were once great friends, however Slytherin started dabbling in the dark arts and Gryffindor got angry.

"Slytherin had found that it was not the magic that was evil, but the intent behind it. For example, if you take the cutting curse, a light spell, and put behind it malicious intent, it could easily kill a person with a slice to the neck. Would that not make it dark?" Quirrell continued, watching Hadrian who was enraptured.

"There in no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to see it." He finished. Hadrian smiled.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell, and of course, your tenant." He smirked.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Quirrell said, starting to smile.

"Of course, Voldemort, or should I say father?" Hadrian replied, walking out the door.

"Just what I would expect from a son of mine." He murmured. Hadrian closed the door.

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"Mr. Riddle, you are very late for class!" Sprout yelled.

"I deeply apologize, Professor Sprout. Professor Quirrell held me back after class to clarify some things for me." Hadrian said, bowing. Sprout sighed, and accepted the apology. He walked over to Draco to see what they were doing, and helped him out.

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"So Hadrian, what were you talking about with Quirrell?" Draco asked over dinner.

"Oh, just the lesson." He replied.

"The lesson? How could you even discern what he was talking about?"

"I was actually listening, Draco." Hadrian sighed, continuing to eat. Draco snorted, and went back to talking with Theo and Blaize. Turning to the head table, he locked eyes with Quirrell and raised an eyebrow, gesturing to Draco. Quirrell subtly shook his head, keeping Hadrian from berating Draco. Hadrian sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today.

"So Hadrian, what are you gonna do after dinner? We have two hours to do whatever we want." Daphne asked politely.

"I'm going to look around the castle, just to familiarize myself with it. I'll be going with Draka." Hadrian answered, giving a chunk of meat to Draka who slowly ate it after snapping her head out. Draco and his friends looked disgusted as she slowly swallowed the large piece of meat.

Hadrian raised an eyebrow, daring them to say anything. They quickly returned to their meals, trying to ignore the large snake that was now halfway on the table.

"Mister Riddle, the headmaster would like to speak with you after dinner." Snape said, coming up from behind them.

"Of course professor." Hadrian nodded. He had been expecting this. Everything was going according to plan.

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Ugggghhhhh! I lost my phooooone! This is why I don't like phones, because you always lose them. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter!

Amber Silverwood