#v. kidnapped

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

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Hadrian hadn't expected his deeply-embarrassing kidnapping to lead to even more trust and an overwhelming task. Voldemort already had spies, he knew, but as his heir and a potential symbol for the resistance, that knowledge didn't take off the pressure he felt to somehow do this perfectly.

And somehow, with the extra weight of loneliness and a kind of suffocating isolation that ought to have been at odds with the sea of admirers and concerned and sympathetic people he found himself in, the weight of his task grew more unbearable each day. Of course, he did share all the information he could, and he played his part as well as he could manage, and he spoke with Voldemort daily through the mirror, but this next step...

Hadrian was to be sent away. For his own protection, Sirius was insisting that he be sent off to school with the other children, and he was scared. The isolation now, with his own room from which to call his family whenever he needed to was bad enough. It would be so much worse once he was stuck surrounded by children his own age, unable even to continue serving the cause as he'd been doing. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't.

"Father, please. If you don't allow me to come home, I'll simply run away." He didn't even care how petulant he sounded. "Even if it means punishment. I miss you too much. I miss home. And this... I can't see how it can even be important. What use could I possibly be to you, stuck at some ramshackle school for light magic?"

[aheroic]

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Hadrian had had a rather sheltered life. He'd been homeschooled, with limited friendships and few chances to go out unsupervised. But he'd recently been doing well enough to earn a few rewards, including lightened security, which was how he'd ended up kidnapped by a bunch of resistance fighters. He'd gotten away and back home on his own, but now he had questions he couldn't quite wrap his head around. A lot of questions.

"Sir?" He quietly entered his father's study, then stood to patiently wait for his attention.

[fyr-rphub]

Verse: Kidnapped

Lord Voldemort may have been mad and determined, but every person has limits.  And besides, prophecies were often self-fulfilling. There was no guarantee that attempting to murder a child would keep him from being a threat any better than molding him into a person who wouldn't want to harm him. If mythology was to be believed, killing his prophesied killer was the best way to end up dead. And it was a baby.

Lord Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter on Halloween night, but he didn't aim a killing curse at young Harry. He didn't even toss the kid out a window or leave him outside in November to die of exposure. He picked the child up, gathered some of his things, and took him back home, where he raised Harry as his own son, with the addition of several rituals to ensure greater loyalty.

Harry Potter was raised Hadrian Gaunt. He's a bit of a morbid child, but aren't most children, at some point?

[aheroic]

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[aheroic]

Verse: Kidnapped

Lord Voldemort may have been mad and determined, but every person has limits. And besides, prophecies were often self-fulfilling. There was no guarantee that attempting to murder a child would keep him from being a threat any better than molding him into a person who wouldn't want to harm him. If mythology was to be believed, killing his prophesied killer was th best way to end up dead. And it was a baby.

Lord Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter on Halloween night, but he didn't aim a killing curse at young Harry. He didn't even toss the kid out a window or leave him outside in November to die of exposure. He picked the child up, gathered some of his things, and took him back home, where he raised Harry as his own son, with the addition of several rituals to ensure greater loyalty.

Harry Potter was raised Hadrian Gaunt. He's a bit of a morbid child, but aren't most children, at some point?

[thewhiteknightprincess-blog]

Emma woke up in someone’s arms with a pounding headache. She remembered going out for a breath of fresh air during a ball and someone had held a cloth against her face. Ah yes, another kidnapping. Just what she needed.  The pirate who was holding her chuckled when she woke, saying something she didn’t really register, and when he put her down she realized that she could barely stand and her hands were tied. “I was told the princess was a fighter!” he was saying, “But they must have meant compared to other princesses… I’m disappointed. Then again, maybe it was about your resistance, another lass would have been unconscious a day or more… Hook! Bring our guest below deck!” She was suddenly pushed forward and slammed against someone else, probably the hook one, but when Emma looked up she wondered just how much she had been drugged, because she found impossible to look away from the man’s blue eyes, surprise making her breath catch.

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