I was done.

 Done being a soldier. 

Done being a hero or villain.

 Done being praised. 

Being used. 

 I was just done. 

No matter where I went, be it in the wall of my home or another country; I never had privacy. Then the rumours happened. Stating, I was becoming the next dark lord. Letters I got from Gringotts told me the truth. I was betrayed. 

Reclaiming everything that was stolen from me, and gaining custody of teddy, I went into seclusion. Within the unplottable black castle that was rumoured to have been destroyed, I rested. I read every book I had within the many family libraries. I have always loved reading but never got the chance to with Ron pestering me to play games or Hermione breathing down my neck, nagging every second I tried to. Along with the constant battles during my time at Hogwarts. 

The knowledge that I was an omega also brought more hate. Being the last omega in the whole country, I was almost forced into unwanted marriages. Despite my telling them I had no intentions of marrying anyone at the time. That ended with death threats from the ministry.

With the knowledge that I was the master of death, and the ministry was demanding my head severed from my body, I placed teddy under a preservation/strong sleeping spell hidden from the world. Placed within the hidden runes on my body, held everything my family owned. Buildings shrunk into a miniature-sized versions. All that was left was the land it was on and the castle. I was tired of this world, but where could I go? With a resigned sigh, I continued reading. 

"That's It! The veil of Death within the ministry! If what this says is right, then it doesn't kill but transfers people to another world. Sirius could still be alive!" I felt renewed hope and longing. I could leave this ungrateful world for a new one. While thinking of the possibilities and questions, I continued to read the book from beginning to end before coming to an understanding of what the veil was. It was a Portal. Created long ago, for people to use to escape. From what went unanswered. 

Grabbing a parchment and quill, I make notes of my findings. Making many theories and possibilities. Days pass till I've decided on whether to leave or not. To take an irreversible change, or live in hiding for the rest of my days.

Making a list of things I need. I write to the goblins about my decision. Getting everything ready for my departure, I pack everything away in my runic tattoos.

>Runes that show up when activated with magic, usually concealed through a glamour. Just the tattoos.<

Over the years after the war, I noticed my ears began to point like an elf's. My hair also wouldn't stop growing back or faster for me to keep it short. Not that I minded, it looked better on me than the shortcut. It also managed to tame the uncontrollable potter hair. 

Pecking came from the window of the library. Once I recognize the owl, I relieve it of its parcel before giving it some treats and water. Sorting the supplies I had ordered into the correct areas of my multi-compartment trunk, I seal it into my tattoo. 

Exiting the castle, I chanted the spell that would shrink it down. All house elves have been gifted with new houses, as I never needed more than one for a short while. Grabbing the miniature building, I place it with the rest of the properties. Using my invisibility cloak, I hide my magic before apparating to the ministry. Once again, I am amazed they still haven't updated the protection of the building. Sneaking past everyone, I make it to the veil. 

Keeping the cloak on, I look for the runes on the arch that signals the entrance. Once found, I carefully re-carve them deeper into the stone. Taking off the cloak, I place it within the mark of the deathly hollows. With a deep breath, I walk into the veil just as the auroras along with the people who betrayed me barged in to capture me. That is the last thing I remember as I lose consciousness. 

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Walking through the old paths of Rivendell, I head to the moon cavern. Once inside, I notice the shimmering veil begin to ripple. Having witnessed this once before, I stood back as the lone figure of a man fell to the ground. Hiding within the shadows, I watched the being as it lay on the ground. Slowly approaching the figure, I move them to look at their face and check for injuries. 

Once I had turned him around, I noticed his features. He had long hair the colour of a starless night. His face was asymmetrical, yet had just enough softness to mistake him for an elleth. All in all, he was ethereal. The sound of footsteps came closer to the entrance. The only ones who could enter here other than the syndarian were the istari. Looking towards the three istari, I noticed their breathing was rougher, and they looked to have rushed here, but why?

"What brings you here Mithladir, Radagast, Saruman?" I questioned. It must be urgent if all three of them came to me. Narrowing my eyes as I instinctually protected the unconscious being. I notice the look in mithlandir's eyes. 

"We have come to greet the new istari, Elrond," Saruman spoke. I start to feel restless when he spoke. Why? Suddenly there was movement behind me. Turning to help the young istari, I gasp at the vibrancy of his eyes. 

Hadrian's POV - 

Slowly opening my eyes, I allow my magic to swell around me. Slowly sitting up, I noticed the presence of 2 alphas and 2 betas. The one who knelt close to me, and the man in white, were alphas. The man in white felt vile. His magic was corrupted. I bare my fangs at the man in white as he tried to use his magic to control me. I unleashed the entirety of my magic. No longer will I conceal it unless when undercover or completely necessary. When he tried to make me submit using the alpha growl and pheromones, I stood, releasing the glamour that hid my true features. 

When he tried to step closer to me, the second alpha stood in his way. To my shock, he was able to make the magical alpha back down. When his pheromones were released, I felt my entire being fill to the brim with joy and happiness. The pleasant urge to bare my neck to him by my choice caused me to purr. 

Soon, the exhaustion of the travel caught up to me. My vision blurred. Taking a chance, I gently tug the alpha's sleeve. He instantly stopped the conversation he was having (that I didn't notice was happening) to catch me as I fell unconscious again. I could feel him picking me up bridal style as he exited the cavern and into the night. 

"I hope you find happiness in this world, a young child of mine. Go in peace and rest assured that you shall be protected, loved, and cherished as you were supposed to. When you awake, all knowledge of this world will be embedded in your mind. Do not be afraid to love, for you are allowed endless freedom." A soothing voice whispered in my mind. Making all fears, and unease relinquish their holds as I relax further into the arms of the Alpha.

Elrond POV-

I tensely watch the young istari snarl at saruman. I didn't notice anything for this behaviour to come from the young being till I felt the magic clashing. I soon understood what was happening and took charge of the situation. If the omega was this aggressive to an alpha, it meant they were threatened or were being forced to submit. Trying to find the exact cause, I noticed his advancement. My alpha side snarled within my mind. Standing protectively in front of the omega, I allowed my other side to come out for the first time since the end of the second age. I forced saruman to back down before I engaged in a tense conversation with him. 

The gentle tug at my sleeve caught my immediate attention. Turning just in time to watch him pass out. Gently catching him, I proceed to carry him to a room close to mine. Knowing it was the ward most protected, and close enough to monitor his health. The female beta and other mated omega staff followed me to help care for the malnourished, and sick omega in my arms. 

Placing him on the bed, I turn around to give him privacy and allow the staff to change his clothes while also checking for any wounds. Dues to their wines and startled gasps, I turned to one of them for answers. All she did was point at the bed as one of her hands covered her mouth in horror. Turning to the prone body of the young istari, I understand why they were saddened or horrified. 

It was an unspoken law that all omegas were to be honoured, cherished, and protected, no matter their race. They were the daughters of the valar. Any slight against them would be responded to with divine judgement. Depending on the number of markings/symbols on their body showed their age and rank. Omegas lived as long as their fated pair. Thus, if a human omega was mated to an elf, the omega would have the same life span as the elf, and Vice versa. If the markings were in the same placement as another, then they were fated mates.

For an omega to have this many scars, meaning they had been abused since birth. That they had been forced to fight in a war, or for their life. I began to count the number of markings on his torso, chest, arms, hands, back, sides, and face. Overall, I counted the same amount I had for an alpha. Alphas had similar markings/symbols to omegas that showed their rank. All of them were in the same places as mine. I felt hope bubble up in my chest at the thought of having finally found my fated pair. 

I am brought out of my thoughts when one of the elleths shows his ears. He was an elf. Though he were larger than most. Going to my medical storage within the room, grabbing scar removal, healing balm, and an elixir that helps restore the body to good health. Rushing back into the room when one of the elleths starts to rush about the room. 

"What happened?" I questioned.

"The omega has bleeding wounds on his legs! They need to be sewn shut down! they also seem to be infected. We also found reopened wounds. When you left the room, there was a slight shimmer to his skin that revealed more scars, wounds, and symbols!" She spoke at a quickened pace. I quickly remove my outer robe and roll my sleeves up to my elbows. Quickening my pace I proceeded to inspect the wounds ranking them between non-life threatening and life-threatening. Flipping him over I find a large reopened wound that expanded from his right shoulder to his left torso. Look for any sign of the infection I start cleaning out the wound. Grabbing some thread and a needle, I start to stitch it closed. Halfway through, he starts to stir. 

Soon his whimpers and cries echo throughout the halls of Rivendell. Using my pheromones to try and calm him down, I start to tell him what has happened and the cause of his pain. His cries quiet down a little as he tries to hold them in. My alpha side is enraged and promises death to the person who inflicted these wounds upon the little omega currently writhing in pain. 

As I continue to speak to him and stitch the wound closed, the omegas start to sing. The song is in a dialect I can not understand or focus on a the moment. While completing the last few stitches, I noticed that his cries were just whimpers. Relaxing slightly, I put a cream containing Althaea, Gotu kola, Chamomile, and Echinacea. 

"Young istari, we need to sit you up to bandage the wound. Can you do that or do you need to lean on something?" I asked gently. I carefully help him when he tries to be himself, letting a pained whine out. I help him lean against me while grabbing the clean bandages that were soaked in Fulva. With the help of one of the mated omegas, we wrap his wound. 

During this time I studied the runes and markings surrounding the symbols. The sheer complexity astounds me. When he grabs my right arm, I let him guide it to his left forearm. The runes begin to glow before phials of liquid fall into his lap. Carefully catching them I stare in awe at him. Reading the lables, I realize that they are elixirs. I watch him as he points weakly at a phial filled with a light green-coloured liquid. Understanding his unspoken requests, I uncork it and hold it gently to his lips. He slowly drinks it down with a slight grimace. Most likely due to the taste. I softly chuckle at the little face before motioning for the elixir I brought from the storage. 

"I need you to drink this, It will help soothe your stomach while helping your body to heal. Fair warning though, it does not have a pleasant taste." speaking in a softer tone of voice. Feeling him nod against me, I do the same as before. Though this time he doesn't seem to mind the taste. With a soft smile, I gently place him back on the bed. I leave the rest to the others as I help him drink the rest of the elixirs. By the time they finished, He was resting peacefully. 

When we covered his body with a nightgown, and placed him in bed with new sheets, we all sighed with relief. I sit in one of the chairs near the window next to the bed after dismissing the others for the day. I allow my thoughts to drift as I stared out the window. Based on the scarring, colour, and texture of the scars, they shouldn't have reopened. Thinking back to the incident in the moon cavern, I realize the cause. When I checked over him after he fell out of the veil, he didn't have any reopened wounds or blood, but after the confrontation when he awakened, he seemed to have been threatened. If saruman had indeed harmed this omega of high ranking because he wouldn't submit... Then let the valars wrath be upon him. He should know better than anyone of the unspoken rule. The newest istari was my mate. I will not allow this to happen again. 

"Meleth nîn" I spoke softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. Slowly drifting to sleep with his delicately small hand in my larger one.