Severus glided through the halls of Malfoy manor the pain in his head now a faint dull throb.

His mind wondered back to the dream he had.

Who was that person did I know him,he thought, who was he?

Why was that blast of power familiar?

Walking into the living room he found the Elder Malfoy pacing an arm behind his back and hand on his chin in deep thought .Lucius Malfoy looked troubled and it surprised Severus.Very rarely did he see him lose face.Hair disheveled ,eyes reddened it at the corners and skin far paler that you can see the dark circles under his eyes.Severus can only guess it was fear that made him this way

"Severus," said a tearful voice.

Both men were snapped other dazes is as Narcissa made her way down the staircase.Severus took note that she had been crying.

"Narcissa,"giving a slight bow of the head.

Lady Malfoy nodded her head in a sad greeting.She went to her husband side clenching his sleeve.Severus can tell by her expression that she wanted to tell him ,Severus,something but pushed it down to the deepest parts of her heart. Lucius was no different as he looked at him with a saddened expression.

"Lucius my friend,"Severus asked in a concern voice,"what is wrong?"

For moment it looked as if Lucius was going to say but he only bit his lip and shook his head,"I cannot say,"he said his voice drained from from lack of sleep.

Severus decided to push the matter side,"Where is the dark Lord?"

Lucius gulped ,"I am not sure"

Severus jaw tightened,dammit,he thought turning to leave,what am I going to do?

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When his mother left thinking he was asleep Draco turned on his back staring at the ceiling with the confuse gaze his mind went to the boy with the with the eyes of a striking color,his mind went to the touch of his hand on his cheek enough to make his knees feel weak.

Who was he,Draco thought.

Why was he so familiar ?

His heart skipped a beat just thinking about him.Not once did he feel this way before for anyone not even his so-called crush Pansy.It was almost an adrenaline rush.

Those eyes,he thought clenching his pillow to his chest as he turned to the side.

When he had woke up his parents were crying as if they had lost something and just found it once again.He asked what was wrong but they didn't answer him and his mother led him upstairs into his room and coaxed him to sleep.

Whoever the boy was had done something.

Draco couldn't push the feeling like he was going to meet him again. The feeling frightened him and at the same time he was excited because maybe just maybe he'll catch his name.

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Hadrian wandered through the cottage.

He tried to remember the memories that were taken from him long ago.He tried to remember what it was like before he lost everything.

He was mesmerized by the pictures of his mother,father and him together.

Tiny was nowhere to be found. But she had left fresh food on the table casted with the warming charm and though she wasn't there her warming presence still lingered.A familiar door caught his eye. An image flashed in his head,he heard his mother's voice almost as if he were standing right beside him.

This is your father's study would you like to say hi to him?

He can hear his one-year-old self coo in agreement.

Hadrian open the door it creaked of old age. On cue the candles hanging from the walls lit up the room.The windows curtains opened, welcoming the morning light.On one side of the wall stood a large bookshelf layered upon layered of potion and spell books. On the other laid a table with fine polished potions equipment.He can see his father working on projects, his wife as a side and son laying at his feet pulling at his robes.

He smiled a sad smile.

Taking a step forward the wood beneath his feet creaked and shifted nearly causing him to fall.He stared at his footing curiously. In the light a gold glint hut his eye.Bending down lifting the loose wood revealed a necklace gold and rusted.And a book.An old potions book it's edges torn.He felt a pull an emotional and magical pull to these items as he lifted them from inside the floor.Turning the necklace in his palm a magical pulse run up his arm. He had felt his pulse similar to his second year at Hogwarts.Like Tom Riddle's diary in his hands before he destroyed it.

Thinking this he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He studied the book and his other hand in some part of his mind he could remembered holding it as a child.Hearing his father read it to him like a bedtime story.He smiled at the thought possibly thinking it was real. Quickly putting the wood back in its place he stuffed the necklace in his pocket and book to his chest.Hadrian quickly exited the Study, closing the door silently behind him and rushed to his room.

Closing his bedroom door he sat on the bed carefully opening the somewhat fragile potions book the front page reading,Property of the Half-Blood Prince.

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AN: Sorry for the what.😩😣😭😭