68 Ch68. Hogwarts infiltration!

It was finally New Year's eve. The last few days were demanding for Hadrian and Narcissa as Bellatrix was a handful of a child. Fortunately, she got progressively better and more mature. Unfortunately, this meant she pleaded, begged, tried to entice, and used many other methods to get Hadrian to sleep with her. The more mature she got, the more she wanted the 'attention' from Hadrian and he could only groan.

He and Narcissa now stood in front of the hearth ready to floo away.

Narcissa had an intricate dress on herself, Showcasing wealth, influence, and most important of all for Hadrian, it showed a little skin. He was not possessive! He just loved the thought of Narcissa belonging to him. She was his and it would stay that way. If anybody tried to take her from him...

He could not change her past. And her tormentors will suffer for it. But her future was his.

Narcissa was about to attend New Year's party at the Ministry and mingle with the vain, aristocratic sort. She wasn't very thrilled about this new development. Her picture of perfect New Year's eve is she and Hadrian naked in the bed but... the situation called for a 'sacrifice'.

It was Dumbledore who asked her to come to this party so the least she could do was to attend and make sure the old fool was far away from his Hogwarts office while Hadrian goes through with his plan.

Hadrian looked all over himself, checking if he had everything he needed. He had a plain black hooded robe, few runic gadgets from Cissa, his wand, and in a pocket his invisibility cloak.

He was ready.

While the portrait of Phineas Black could not give Hadrian a more in-depth description of defenses nor could it relay information or spy on Dumbledore. It could nod and shake its head at Hadrian's questions. Even if said questions were forbidden to be relayed... verbally. Phineas might have been the Headmaster but he was Black first and foremost. He was loyal first to the family so having his portrait in Dumbledore's office was really beneficial to Hadrian.

He even invented a very primitive system. Phineas had three portraits. Every time there would be an emergency or important information, he would appear in a specified portrait and Hadrian would know something happened. Pollux would either try to give Hadrian clues through his actions or gestures or Hadrian would ask questions and Pollux would nod or shake his head.

It was almost sad... the fabled security system of portraits was breached by childish arm-waving and head shakes.

Anyway, Hadrian's last bout of questions pertained to one... Fawkes.

He had to get that chicken out of the equation.

Narcissa flooed to her destination and Hadrian entered their bedroom and entered the Vanishing Cabinet they bought from Borgin and Burkes. It took a few weeks to repair but now it was in working condition. He appeared in its pair, right in the Hufflepuff Chambers.

From there Hadrian went to Ravenclaw Chambers and to the Room of Requirement through the secret passages.

Hadrian stood in front of the door out of the Room of Requirement and took a deep breath.

"Come on, Harry. You will be fine."

He set the exit location and the door opened. In front of him was the office of Headmaster. He could see the table, various gadgets, the perch with curious Phoenix...

Wait... gadgets?

"Fuck!"

Hadrian only now remembered! Dumbledore had some blood magic on him! The kind his perception would not be able to detect!

Hadrian immediately blocked his core to maximum, making him akin to a squib. He could not cast any spell but no magic-sensitive ward would notice him. Hogwarts was filled mostly with those as it was a school for magical children. Only the outer perimeter had wards that could help against fighting muggle armies. But those were lethal wards, activated by the Headmaster only in the times of war. It did help Hadrian that most of the normal anti-bullying, anti-rape, and anti-dark wards were turned permanently off by Dumbledore.

In the office was a detection ward, a few offensive and defensive ones... well, his Potter-senses were tingling! They told him it will be fine if he made a squib out of himself.

Hadrian didn't step inside yet, he took out a gadget from Narcissa and rolled it inside.

The portraits, except Phineas Black who was missing, could only see a small ball rolling along the floor from one corner of the room and then... nothing. Only darkness. For these portraits, it was an almost painful experience.

The ball had many runes and the wards and portraits were temporarily out. Hadrian sighed and stepped inside, hightailing it to the gadgets that monitored him, ignoring Fawkes's indignant squeak.

Hadrian looked over them and cursed. Dumbledore must have gotten his blood from his parents as only they could get a willingly given blood from an infant. Hadrian doubted the blood was given willingly to Dumbledore by his parents though... No matter how utterly retarded they were, they would not give the life and death of their only child to the hand of another man, would they? Oh, who was he kidding!

The good news though, was that the trinkets didn't report nearly as much as he thought. His general location. Right now it was Hogwarts. His time in Grimmauld Place probably showed London.

His health. Well, nothing to worry about there.

The dark magic indicator... Hadrian was glad he didn't yet devise a plan to get rid of the magic leech. For now, that leach was one of the things that were continuously feeding on his magic, making it rise at a breakneck pace.

Hadrian then looked through the office, stashing away anything useful. Especially Grimoires and books from various families that Dumbledore somehow 'borrowed'. Even the Potter ones were there.

Then he approached Fawkes.

"Hello, chicken." He cheerfully waved and got a reproaching squeak in return.

"I know, I know. But you do look like a chicken!" Hadrian rebuked only for Fawkes to start screeching at him.

"What magnificent bird! Magnificent your ass! You are just burning chicken!"

"No, no, no. Calm down. I did not come here to challenge you for an honor duel!"

"What do you mean by may the better bird win!"

"Stop pecking me you overrated firework wannabe!"

Both the bird and Hadrian were gulping air, glaring at each other after their tirade of screeches and heated words. Both nodded at each other. Their honor duel was a tie!

Time for round two!

"Okay, hold on." Hadrian held up his hand in a pacifying motion. "I can set you free."

Fawkes immediately quieted down and nodded, mentally asking Hadrian what he wanted in return.

"Aha! You are a smart birdie, aren't you?" Hadrian smugly smirked only to get a swat on his head courtesy of Fawkes's wing.

"Fine, fine." He rubbed the spot in annoyance. "I need you to..."

Fawkes leaned closer and the more he heard of the 'favor' the more he liked it! He happily trilled at Hadrian.

"Stupid bird." Hadrian muttered and took out another runic gadget from Narcissa. He put it on Dumbledore's table and the last drawer miraculously appeared. Hadrian then put a paper with unlocking rune onto the drawer and with a click, he took out the necklace binding Fawkes to Dumbledore.

Hadrian happily exited the office, his loot in his expandable pouch, twirling the necklace on his finger as the door to the Room of Requirement closed behind him.

In the office, Fawkes watched the spot where the door closed and waited for the moment he would be finally free!

It took a moment but he heard a snap as if a glass shattered inside of him. His bird sight sweeping through the room... the phoenix's beak widened into a savage grin!