Chapter 2 - Happy Birthday...

When Harry woke up from his nap, he felt his stomach twist in hunger. As he didn't feel like apparating, he walked down to the kitchen avoiding the still ongoing party. He didn't want to be a bother after all.

When Harry got to the kitchen opened the fridge and grabbed a salad he prepared a few days earlier. He took off the plastic wrapping and got a fork to eat the food with. Right when he was about to start eating Lily and James walked in arguing about who knows what.

When they saw Harry with the salad they froze.

"Who are you?" Lily asked with slight venom in her voice.

"I'm your son, Harry." Harry said, slightly hurt. 'It's okay,' he told himself. 'They've been busy taking care of Charles. Plus, how could they forget him? They must have remembered him, even a little bit.'

"We don't have two sons. Our only son is Charles." said James infuriated that someone was saying that he had another son.

"Don't you remember me?" said Harry, how hurt he was slowly crept into his voice. "Surely you remember me. I'm Harry. Charles's older brother."

"Charles doesn't have a brother!" said Lily, her anger getting the best of her. "Now I don't know who you are or why your posing as our child, but I advise you to get out of this house before we make you!"

"Bu-"

"OUT!!!" said Lily and James at the same time, scarring the poor boy damaging him mentally.

He was Harry Potter Right? Yeah, potter was on his birth certificate and he grew up in that house. But, he never was treated like a potter. But then how did he get access to the vault?

All the stress on Harry broke his mind. His mentality was crushed. He ended up as a stuttering and sobbing mess on the floor, trying to make sense of the world.

Then, a snapping sound could be heard in the room silence filling in shortly after. Harry's arm throbbed from the pain, and his eyes became watery as he held back his tears.

James had hit the boy breaking his arm. Slowly a smile creeped onto Jame's mouth and he hit the boy again, and again, and again.

He hit the boy repeatedly telling him that he was a worthless piece of shit and that he didn't deserve to be alive. Lily even joined in on the "fun".

"Whoever your parents are I wouldn't be surprised if they abandoned you." said Lily, loath present on her face.

"You're not worth even a second of our time." James added seeming content with his actions. Then they threw the salad that Harry made in the trash and walked out of the room, replacing their previous faces with smiles.

The smiles Hadrian always wanted to see directed at him. The smiles he knew he would never see.

Hadrian slowly got up, not understanding how he was still alive after all of that. His mind felt broken, yet clear at the same time, like he had just come up with a breakthrough. T

here was no longer any desire to be the perfect potter anymore. It was replaced with something else. Something else he couldn't describe. He remembered learning that it was something called anger.

As Harry walked to his room, he thought about what this feeling was. He'd never felt it before. It almost felt foreign. When Harry got to his room he saw something hidden behind his table.

As he opened up the wrapping surrounding it, he saw that it was the grainy remains of what used to be a burned cupcake he made for himself a few days ago.

He ate some of the stale, and burnt cupcake crumbs, silently admiring the taste, as he'd never had something so flavorful before.

Slowly, he started singing with his hoarse, deep, and some might say deranged voice.

"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday Harry Po-" he stopped pausing "Happy birthday Harry, happy birthday to me."

Harry would always remember the pain he felt that day. How the floor felt so cold that it sent shivers down his spine. How his mind was broken for a few days afterwards. That marked the day that Harry Potter broke.