Hadrian Slytherin and The Pagan Gods c1

~~~~~~15 Centuries Later~~~~~~

"Boy! How dare cheat in classes?" A walrus in human flesh roared at a boy who was no older than 7.

The child had messy black hair and distinctive green eyes, he was quite small compared to another seven-year-old, the boy even looked scrawny.

Still, the boy looked utterly defiant at the man who is quite towering above him.

The blonde walrus was even more pissed to see this boy looking like that.

It was annoying! Why he is this defiant? They tried everything in their power to make him as normal as possible!

Yet, he excelled in everything he does!

'It's that freakishness he inherited from his family!!!' The fat man seethed just thinking about that!

"Since you never learn! I will teach you personally!" The man pulled out his belt, but the boy wasn't even phased by that, he already expected that.

~~~~~~Night Time~~~~~~

After receiving a severe beatdown the boy was put in the cupboard under the stairs.

The small boy was hugging himself and slightly shaking from pain.

He could feel... something is slipping.

His scar was hurting more than ever before, it's like something is cracking, like some sort of piece of glass reaching its breaking point.

The more it was happening the more his scar was hurting.

Before long… he heard a crack.

A hiss escaped from his lips, for a second he sounded like a snake, he imagined an emerald snake…

That moment his lightning bolt scar started to leak black substance and pain skyrocketed.

A loud and painful scream escaped from his lips.

He felt like his whole body started to burn, yet he couldn't tell where it was hurting, it was as if the pain comes from inside.

Like someone or something is sewing him to something.

"Boy!!! Stop screaming or I am going to make you!" The fat man was forcefully awakened from his sleep by this nuisance of a child!

His fat body started going down the stairs, he is going to make the boy quiet one way or another!

But, at that moment the whole house shook, and the scream of the boy reached a new level.

The walrus in human flesh shook for a second, what in blazes is going on?

He looked at the cupboard and saw light coming from the cracks!

"Boy?" The man asked with some confusion and even fear.

Before he could open the cupboard whole thing exploded!

*BOOM*

Sending the fat man flying, the stairs and portions of the walls and the ceiling were sent flying everywhere.

Generating a loud enough set of destructive noise things were breaking apart!

The boys scream only increased in pain as his...soul fusion was unstable, the Yin portion which tried to fuse with its Yang side was missing ⅙ of its original size, it was incomplete fusion.

Such a thing should not be possible, as such instability generated an enormous amount of magic…

Big enough to the point that it started to affect the space around the boy's body.

If this is going to continue the boy will frankly self implode creating an enormous explosion killing thousands maybe even millions as soul magic is quite deadly used in such a way…

There is a reason why people don't mess with souls!

Thankfully, either it was destiny or some freak incident but another soul slipped through the cracks in the space and entered this reality.

Then it was pulled into the boy's body.

This caused a fusion of three souls… creating a Trinity type of a soul…

That moment the massive energy created from instability started settling down as fusion was complete and ancient magic nearly 1500 years old activated…

Thus awakening an ancient battlemage from a dark era, an era with barely any proper records. many of which turned into myths and legends in the current era.

The screaming boy instantly quieted down as much, much more experienced individual took over the body of the child.

The ancient battlemage slowly got on his feet.

He looked at his hands, for a second.

"So weak."

"Nonetheless, my reincarnation was success...hmm." The ancient founder of the house of ambition looked around, he could feel multiple sets of emotions, which are alien to him.

For some reason, one of them is even in awe, of what it saw around, another one is simply pissed that he was in such a disgusting place.

"The possible side effects…hmm, there is more to this… as my mind far jumbled mess than expected." For now, he needs to move and find a safe place to recover.

One side of him is telling him that he was Harry 'Bloody' James Potter.

Another set of memories telling him that he tried killing Harry James Potter as a toddler!

'I need to sort this mess as quickly as possible.' Salazar thought with a frown as he walked towards the doors which were partially attached to the hinges.

He waved his hand and the doors blew up and were sent flying.

'The magic control is utterly horrendous.' A deeper frown appeared on his face as he left the partially broken house.

His gaze swept the surroundings to the ancient battlemage the houses looked weird even alien, the road, the glow from…street light poles…multiple sets of memories explained what it was to him.

Nonetheless, he realised that he was among mundane… among clueless muggles…

"BOY! What is the meaning of this? What freakishness did you caused!?"

That moment Salazar body stiffed, his brain worked overtime multiple sets of memories surfaced and slammed into the very front of his consciousness.

'Abuse…'

That moment anger exploded inside of him, it didn't help that he received another set of memories of abuse…

'From mundane… from pathetic mundanes…'

He closed his eyes and activated his occlumency breathing exercise and somewhat calmed down.

Not that his anger disappeared, instead of Gryffindorish anger it turned into Slytherin one…

Calm rage is much better than boiling unreasonable one…

That moment his eyes started to glow, he activated his augmentation state.

It's a basic spell wielded by battlemages since times Gods walked among the mortals.

Channelling magic through one's muscles, it makes a regular wizard into a battlemage.

While it's a basic spell, it takes years of practice, as one wrong move and you can break your bones or worse… kill yourself.

That's why since young age wizards who wanted to be battlemages spend alot of time channelling this spell through their bodies mastering it to perfection.

As a side effect, they would have more magic than regular wizards or witches by a large margin.

It was one of the main spells used by the Lord of the magical family, from his time every single Lord was a battlemage.

That's why for Salazar it was like second nature, like a switch which he can turn on or off with mere thought.

The difference is of course that it's not his original body, he is utterly weak in this child's body!

He slowly turned around and face the fat man.

Salazar's eyebrow twitched seeing such a fat creature, why is he this fat? What's wrong with this mundane filth?

Don't they burn their life more like this? Doesn't he know he is increasing his chances of death? Doesn't he value his life?

What if a dragon would descend he will be the first one to die as he is the fattest and easiest target?

Did these mundane became such ignorant of the dangers of the world?

He quickly learned from two sets of memories that magic is completely hidden from non-magical…

A snort escaped from his lips.

'No wonder… mundane became even more pathetic over 1500 years…'

He realised that there is no reason for him to merciful to this disgusting creature.

On the grand scale of things, he is just a number. The fat man even dodge taxes regularly it's something he learned from a set of memories, which tell him multiple possibilities of this happening.

'Fascinating… I do wonder where these memories come from…'

For now, he focused on the fat man in front of him, he pointed his right-hand finger.

Quickly enough his body reacted to this, for some reason excitement washed him over, the excitement was powerful enough to affect his whole being!

So, Salazar had to follow this wish, this idea, otherwise it may lead to the fracturing of his newly fused soul.

His body moved sideways, right hand moved slightly more forward.

Salazar minds processed this… idea. This idea for a spell...more like technique, his experience with arithmancy told him that this is might be possible if his overall soul power has increased.

Soul is directly proportioned to magic powers that's why some beings who have incredibly strong souls like Gods have their power manifested to something called Authority.

These Authorities are directly linked to the myths and beliefs of people…

Making Gods truly forces of nature.

So, when a wizard has a strong soul his magic becomes much more powerful and he can perform greater feats of magic.

Like now…

At the edge of his right-hand index finger small green orb started to form.

"Magical kind of freakishness, and now my dear uncle you will experience it first hand."

Soon enough a humming noise started to come from the green ball forming at the tip of his finger.

"BOY…"

That moment chill went down through walrus back as he saw how the boy was looking at him.

This...this was not the boy from this afternoon!

That boy was just a defiant one, there was no sort of bite to it, just some annoying nonexistent pride which the fat man tried to beat it out!

"Calm down...b-Harry, we can still discuss this! Yes?" The fat man said with a sweaty forehead he lifted both of his hands trying to show that he doesn't mean any harm, still he can feel something bad is going to happen!

"Yes… we can discuss how you wish your funeral to be?" The boy asked with an innocent smile.

Before the walrus can say anything the green ball at the end of Harry's finger turned into a freakish sickly beam of energy.

The blonde fat man only had a moment to make his eyes grow wide before the beam completely consumed him.

It didn't stop with him as the beam continued and consumed the majority of the house before ceasing to exist.

After the beam consumed the majority of the house it was too much for the construct and it started to fall apart, collapsing.

While Salazar didn't bother looking at the house instead he looked at the smoke coming from his finger.

"A fictional technique becoming real one? Magic has slightly changed, or it's the belief or masses which has affected it?" Several sets of memories surfaced he realised that there is a massive amount of mundane people now on the planet surface.

He clicked his tongue realising that magic indeed has been effect by it!

It reached the point that they can recreate moves and techniques from mundane sources of entertainment mediums!

Nonetheless, Cero is a powerful move that he is going to use from now on. Since it uses a similar principle as his Avada Kedavra.

And a beam release is quite good maybe even as good as his sword slash version of killing curse.

The battlemage for now stopped thinking about this and looked around he realised that mundane are coming out from their houses to check what is going on.

According ot the memories he has soon enough 'Aurors' will arrive, the law enforcers of magical society.

Salazar snorted at this, how low did magic kind dropped that they need law enforcers just like mundane have!

He shook his head and decided to leave, there is no purpose for him to stay here now.

There are many things he needs to do before he can make a public appearance.

"Any Potter elf can answer my call?" The boy spoke loudly enough and with a small sound of a crack, a house-elf popped next to him.

The little thing started to jump up and down from happiness after seeing the boy.

"Master Harry finally called Mixy! How can Mixy help you?"

"Take me to the most livable Potter property."

"Of course! Mixy can take you to Potty housy!" The elf offered her hand to him.

The ancient battlemage took it and they disappeared with a crack.

Soon enough after he left more cracks popped around the destroyed house...