Chapter Text
“Thoughts”
“Writing & Speaking”
“Parseltongue”
Sebastian’s chest rattled.
In his forty-five years of life, he’d never thought the way he'd be dying was by being stabbed. With him being a snake breeder, he thought he'd at least go out by some rare poisoning from a snake only he managed to breed.
He was lying on the floor of his reptile room, rows of rack systems lined the walls, each drawer holding a different snake that watched his blood pool and slowly congeal around him.
He coughed. Blood slowly seeped into his lungs. A spray shot from his mouth, landing on his face in a fine mist with some heavy drops.
As he wheezed out curses from the ground, he watched the jackass that stabbed him take Millie —a sunset clown ball python that took him five years to breed— out of her drawer with thick gloves covering his hands.
He was indignant. If he could, he would have shaken his fist at him, just like that old man always did when Sebastian walked on his lawn.
It was too bad, but what he could do is flip that bastard off.
The guy side eyed Sebastian as he did it, Millie wrapping around and squeezing his hands, Sebastian hoped it was for revenge on the loser killing her owner.
Sebastian’s shaky, blood-covered hand dropped as one more spray of blood came out of his mouth and he went limp.
"What a stupid way to die," was Sebastian’s last thought before everything went black.
Then he blinked.
The first thing he felt was back pain.
His body was curled up in a tight space. “Am I in a coffin? Who the fuck positioned me?”
He squinted, his neck cracking like a rice krispy as he slowly looked around, his vision blurry.
It looked like he was in some type of cupboard. It was dirty, with a small cot and had broken toys scattered around.
He looked down at himself. A pair of ugly glasses almost slipped off of his face as he looked down before he caught them, pushing them back on, not that they helped.
Instead of the 6’2 semi-muscular build he usually had, his legs were shorter, his torso was obviously thin under the big shirt he was wearing, and his arms were bony.
He blinked his blurry eyes, "What the fuck…" He squinted at his pale, almost translucent, skin.
The cupboard door then creaked open, before he could even turn his head all the way, a red faced man appeared, already mid-rant. “Boy! Get up! You’ve chores, and don’t you—”
Sebastian's face scrunched, his eyebrows furrowing and his lip curling up in disgust. As he observed the fat man, whose face was progressively getting redder at Sebastian's expression, he realized he recognized him.
Before Sebastian could speak a shrill voice called out, “Vernon, my flowers are wilting!”
Vernon grabbed him, hefted him out the cupboard and threw him out of the back door. Sneering, Vernon’s face twisted in disgust as he yelled. “What did I tell you about using those freaky powers boy?! You better be done before the end of the day, or you won't be getting dinner!”
Sebastian wheezed as he hit the grass hard. Sebastian made a mental note to haunt the man if he died again. As he struggled to catch his breath Vernon slammed the door shut, locking it behind him.
After finally catching his breath, he pushed himself up on his palms, "Fuck… Did I really get put in Harry Potter's body?" Sebastian looked around before scowling, "Shit. I’m definitely not staying here. I’ll probably end up killing one of them."
He pushed himself to his feet, bony knees wobbling under sagging shorts. He frowned, looking around at the basically perfect garden to him. “Wilting? How psychotic can these people be?”
He paused, a smirk spreading across his mouth as an idea slid into his head. "If I’m leaving, I might as well make it fun."
Two hours later Sebastian casually slunk down the driveway, the entire yard dead behind him, flowers wilted to dust and grass yellowed. Patunia’s coin purse was in his hand, being tossed up and down, a hat too big on his head.
Sebastian smirked, “This magic stuff is actually pretty easy.”
Sebastian's magic bubbled and popped inside him, like a thick venom slurring around in his core.
Did he ignore the fact that his veins under his pale skin look like they glowed a poisonious green, a green identical to his avada kedavra colored eyes, when he squinted at the garden… yes.
Did he also ignore the fact he felt his canines elongating as he shook a flower… yes.
But really, that isn’t his fault. How was he supposed to know what squinting and shaking the stupid flower would do?
Besides, he looked normal when it all finished dying.
“Doesn’t matter now.” Sebastian tilted his head in thought. “Now how do I find the leaky cauldron?" He stood on the sidewalk, his lips pursed and his head tilted in thought.
Three hours of wandering and buying food at sketchy gas stations later, Sebastian finally finds a street named Charing Cross Road and sighs in relief. “Finally! This kid is so malnourished, how does he even run from his stupid cousin?”
He walked down the street, looking for the old decrepit bar, stopping once he sees the crooked “Leaky Cauldron" sign.
He pushes the door open and wonders in, gazing around and spotting an old man. He squinted and slowly walked forward, hoping he had the right man because he definitely didn’t know what the original guy looked like because the movie changed actors.
He stood in front of the bar and squinted at the man, “Sooo you are Tom, right? If not, pretend you are. Can you open Diagon alley for me?’
The guy blinked slowly. “Right…” he turned and walked out the door. Sebastian silently cursed his new little legs as he quickly followed him.
As Sebatian looked at the guy poking the wall, he squinted. “Imagine if someone saw… would they think he’s on crack or schizophrenic?”
Obviously neither was the right answer as the brick wall parted and open to a bustling secret society.
The guy turned to him, “All right, here you go lad.”
“Thanks Tim!” Sebastian hopped through, ignoring the “My name is Tom–” as the brick wall closed behind him.
Tom frowned, muttering as he turned to walk back into the bar, “Kids these days…”
Sebastian looked around, biting his lip as he realized he had no idea where Gringotts was. He sighed as he started walking, dooming himself to wander again because he didn’t want to ask anyone.
Thankfully, he only wandered for about twenty minutes before he came across the huge building.
As he stepped in the marble hall of Gringotts loomed around him. Sebastian stood in line, looking around at everyone in robes. “This place looks like a museum."
As he finally got the front, the goblin clerk peered down. “Business?”
“I need to check my account…uh vault balance. Yes my vault balance.” Sebastian nodded seriously, silently cursing himself. “It should be… under..? Harry Potter.”
The goblin stared at him, then blinked slowly. “Vault key?”
Sebastian's face scrunched, his lips pursed. "Well, I don’t have it, but can you like use another form of identification?"
The goblin sighed and nodded, turning around and calling out, “We need a blood test.” It was said so blandly said that it felt like Sebastain could already taste the unseasoned food of the British.
Another goblin came from behind the counter, waving Sebastian to follow him. The goblin’s eyes flicked to the oversized hat, then back at Sebastian before turning and walking down the hallway.
He said nothing but the judgment was very clear.
Sebastian squinted at the vibes he was getting but followed, thankfully not having to go as fast as he did with Tim because he was actually taller than the goblin, and no it didn’t matter if it was just and inch taller. He was still taller.
The goblin led him to an office and shooed him in. Sebastian huffed and went inside.
A goblin sat behind a desk, “Director Ragnok” was written on a plaque on the front of the desk. Sebastian sat on in front of it, ignoring the way he had to climb onto the chair.
Finally getting in it and seated properly, he coughed. “Hello, I’m here for a blood test. ”
The Director’s lips curled, revealing just a hint of sharp teeth. “Indeed you are. However I would like to tell you that this isn’t free.”
Sebastian squints. “Can you take the fee out of my vault?” The Director raises a brow, “I can, but if you are lying about who you are and you don’t have any money it will turn out bad for you.”
Sebastian nods uncaringly, his eyes flitting over the desk. “That’s fine. Where do I put my blood?” The Director slides out a drawer and puts a blank piece of paper and a small blade on the desk.
Sebastian takes the blade, not at all worried about the sharpness, getting bit by snakes and having blood drawn was a norm for him.
He pricks a finger, his blood welling up. Its thick and slightly bubbling. When it hits the paper it spreads slowly and sizzles. Director Ragnok stares blankly, before glancing up at him. “That… is not standard. Please refrain from leaking blood on anything else.”
Sebastian shrugs and put his finger in his mouth, lapping up his blood.
The blood seeps into the paper and words appear.
Name: Hadrian James Potter
Date of Birth: July 31, 1980
Parents: James Charles Potter (Deceased) & Lilly Iris Potter (Deceased)
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black (Incarcerated)
Line: Heir to the Ancient Noble House of Potter
Abilities:
Parsletongue
Parslemagic
Corrosivemagic
Creature Inheritance: Naga (Will come into it on July 31, 1994)
Vaults:
Main Vault #687 – Balance: 836,125,784 Galleons, 43,748 Sickles, 12,674 Knuts
Heir Vault #688 – Balance: 500,000 Galleons (Refilled on the first of every month)
Properties:
Potter Manor (Wiltshire) – Wardstone intact, grounds abandoned since 1981
Godric’s Hollow Cottage – Destroyed; under Ministry Preservation Charm
Heirlooms:
Invisibility Cloak
Potter Heir Ring (awaiting claim)
Potter Lord Ring (awaiting claim)
Sebastian blinked slowly. “Huh.”