HP: The Salazar's Heir Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A Clashing Encounter

Revelio Artus Equipmento.


One of the many ancient forms of magic lost in time. 


The extreme efforts of magical history researchers led to the creation of a weaker and much simpler version of the original spell –Revelio.


There were countless similar spells and forms of magic lost in time. And with the loss of such magic, countless treasures enchanted and hidden using olden magic were also lost.


"Godric, Rowena and Helga will have their treasures either distributed to their descendants or hidden and ultimately lost somewhere." Sebastian couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust, "All those efforts by grandfather and the other three just for the descendants to lose it all."


He knew that there was no way for him to retrieve the lost treasures of the three ancient wizards and witches. 


But there was one founder who was an exception.


'The treasury…'


He stared at the serpentine key formed of brass with enchanted jewels –green like emerald.


He had asked the new headmaster of Hogwarts a lot about the current wizarding world and that involved questions about the ministry and the finance management organizations.


And he was amazed when he heard about Gringotts.


"Those darn goblins truly managed to obtain enough power to control the wealth of the wizards, huh?" 


He was amused that the goblins that did odd jobs for a single penny were now the richest and some of the most authoritative beings in the world.


Authoritative, not strong.


Why?


Because goblins had always been strong magic wielders, no matter the time period.


"They had some nasty spells." 


Sebastian visibly shuddered imagining the spells he witnessed in the past.


But he felt a sense of relief as he still had the key. 


'Thankfully this Gringotts didn't exist a thousand years back, otherwise after the family's fall… I don't expect the treasure to remain in the bank.'


He tightened his grip around the key. 


'That does not mean I forgive you, damned grandfather.'


Being frozen in time against his will, having to come back and live in a period where no one he knew was alive and everything he knew gone –this was not a thing he ever wanted to feel.


But here he was, standing in the only place that had even the slightest resemblance to the structures of his memory.


Old oakwood tiles, a dusty yet pretty chandelier, warm painted walls, painted windows and a fireplace.


Not the best, but definitely not a room given to just anybody.


"It smells old."


Not old in time, but old in wood. 


Wooden flooring didn't last forever, and it was only the magic that kept the floor stable and alive. Yet, it could not prevent the smell of old wood.


'Not that I hate it.' A weird yet calming smile formed on his face, 'At least something feels familiar.'


The smell of the old wood reminded him of his grandfather's studyroom –one that he constantly visited.


He had a love and hate relationship with his grandfather. The man was all he had, he respected him and the man taught him everything that he knew, Salazar was the man that ignited the passion of magic in him.


Yet he also hated him.


To Salazar, Sebastian was much more than an heir. He was a hope. 


Salazar saw the demise of the House of Slytherin ages ago and hence planned for the freezing of Sebastian. In a way, Salazar saw him as more of a means to keep the name of Slytherin alive than as a grandson.


This felt far too hurtful when even the relationship Sebastian had with his parents was merely in name. He never felt the love that he wanted from his parents.


This was also a reason he spent his years in his grandfather's study –learning about magic rather than enjoying it with his parents and friends his age.


'Friends…'


This was another difficult topic for him. 


Being a Slytherin wasn't easy. He couldn't just befriend anybody he liked. And all the friendships he had were superficial, made purely as a way to form connections with other families.


This was something he learned even as a child.


Sebastian as a person was complex.


Not his thoughts, but himself in his entirety.


Being brought up in the strict guidance of Salazar, away from the childish joys made it difficult for him to adjust with children his age.


He felt too old to be dealing with children.


But he wasn't an adult, and as such he could not adjust in the world of adults either.


He felt like an outcast.


"I truly hate him."


He respected Salazar, but he hated the man just as much.


'But…” He tried to calm himself, “I have to go to this treasury before anything else.'


He was aware that he was expected to join Hogwarts and he wasn't going to deny that offer either.


He wasn't planning on remaining an outcast, he wanted to be a part of society too. And for that that, the first step was joining a school and acting his age.


'After visiting the treasury, I will have to buy the necessities.'


The necessities included books, clothes and all the essentials for his school life.


Hogwarts was going to provide it for him, as he was a special case. However, he also knew that what he would be provided would be the basic kit he needs for school. And as a Slytherin, he was not going to be satisfied with that.


He planned on getting a few more things.


And for that he needed money –which once again, could only be found in the treasury.


"I need a map."


He looked around, trying to find a map. 


Why a map?


Because with time, the places and names changed and he wasn't sure where the treasury was located at the current time.


He looked at the drawer and the wooden almirah, hoping to find at least a map.


Most rooms for students had a globe, and if not a globe then definitely a map.


What he did not expect was the lack of equipment that he thought was common.


All he could find were a few towels, a few pieces of clothing and some toiletries. 


"Did common sense deteriorate over the years or is it just the management?"


He wasn't sure which one it was, but what he was sure was that things weren't going to be as easy as he initially thought.


"Especially when I cannot even find a simple map."


But then he realized something.


'I am in Hogwarts.'


While his room was separate from the student dorms, it was still a space within the Hogwarts territory.


And what did that mean?


'The Library!'


He could access the library. 


He was asked not to roam around much and to not go to a few places that he was already informed about.


But the Library was not on that list.


So, what did he do?


He immediately put on his ancestral robe and rushed out of his room. 


His getup was quite ordinary, expect the robe.


It was a piece that he received from his grandfather. 


A robe made out of enchanted vicuna fabric. The fabric was enchanted with ancient magic that made it resistant to water, dust, fire and any form of damage. 


But while it could not be damaged by normal means, it did not provide any defense to the wielder. The resistance property was only applied to the fabric, which prevented it from being damaged –this does not meant that it could protect the one wearing it from those damaging elements.


Despite that, Sebastian adored the robe as no matter the surroundings, the fabric always appeared pristine.


Running down the stairs, he recalled the general blueprint of Hogwarts. 


He recalled the place from his memories and while there were a few changes from the past, it was still recognizable enough for him to not get lost.


Besides, Dumbledore briefed him about the little architectural changes that the place went through, so Sebastian had no worry.


"Slow down, child, you may fall."


He heard the painting on the wall say, causing his lips to curl up.


'I don't recall seeing them in the past.'


He was amused as to how memories were used as a way to keep a person alive.


It was not a ghost nor the actual person –It was merely a talking portrait formed using the memory of a person.


'Truly a work of art.'


He wondered who came up with this magnificent skill. 


"You might trip, son."


The paintings requested him to slow down, and all he could think about was how amusing it was seeing such paintings talk. And how ridiculous and hilarious it felt to be called a child by people born centuries after him.


But he forgot one thing.


No matter when those people were born, they had lived and experienced life for far longer than him.


And they didn't say things without a reason.


"Uh–!"


And he learnt that first hand.


"Wai–!"


Getting off the stairs and running blindly through the hallway, he did not notice the person that walked before him.


"Ah!"


Without being able to process the situation or control his speed –he crashed right into the person.


"T-That hurt!"


The person –the girl yelled, not in anger but in surprise. 


 "Ugh!"


And Sebastian was no different.


"That d-does hurt."


The crash caused him to hit his head over the thick edge of the book that the girl carried, nearly making him dizzy.


He dragged his hand over his forehead, rubbing it to relieve the pain that he felt.


And with that, he slowly looked straight –at the girl that sat on the ground rubbing her behind.


She wasn't hurt badly, but she did feel the fall.


"I…" Sebastian's voice lowered, having to say something that he hadn't said in ages. "I apologize."


An apology. 


Feeling embarrassed yet responsible, he finally looked at the girl. And that look did surprise him.


"It's… alright." The girl said, slowly lifting her head.


'She isn't European.'


Sebastian deduced immediately as he recalled those facial features.


Sharp and dark eyes that found themselves having difficult to remain open –mostly adjusting themselves after the fall. 


Smooth skin, something that was very difficult to maintain in a place of such bad weather.


Long and sleek black hair that if left to grow a bit more, would be the same as her height.


And above all else, a face that he knew was not from around Europe.


'Asian.'


An ethnicity that was not found in Hogwarts when it was created.


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[[A/N: Guess the Asian!


I can say that, cuz I am Asian.]]