Capítulo 14: chapter 14
After several more failed attacks, he sprang his trap, the one that had earned him his highest ever rank in competition, and watched as a brief moment of shock passed across Slytherin's face.
HAH! Yes, that's right! Got yo—.
He gaped. His infuriating opponent had somehow, inexplicably, flown up into the air, completely dodging his best shot at winning.
Lord Slytherin grinned at him.
Ohhh shit.
Barely twenty seconds later it was all over and had mostly been an exercise in showing off. He was now trapped, helpless, in the coils of a live, giant snake, and surrounded on all sides by conjured swords, all pointed straight at him.
"Do you yield?" Slytherin asked, descending to the floor like an avenging angel descending from heaven.
He looked at the man who'd just completely over powered him with incredulity. "Yes, I yield."
Slytherin hissed a command at the snake and it slithered away, releasing him as the swords all disappeared.
Jacob shrugged. After everything he'd just seen, that Lord Slytherin was a parselmouth was possibly the least surprising revelation.
He briefly shared a look of understanding with his wife, who'd been standing off the side, staring at the young man in the middle of room with undisguised awe.
"I hope you're convinced of my abilities now, Lord Greengrass."
"Certainly, and please, call me Jacob."
Slytherin smiled, "Then please call me Harry."
They shook hands.
Jacob nodded at the ceiling. "I guess that flying spell must be a Slytherin family spell. The only other I've heard who could do that was You-Know-Who."
"Yes, the legacy of Slytherin is quite amazing."
"I'll say. So, Harry, going to let us in on how you came by the Lordship?"
"Yes, but before I do I have one more request of you. I need someone to stand in as proxy for my seat. Do you have any recommendations?"
Jacob's eyebrows rose. "Why would you want a proxy?"
"I have a very good reason, at least in the short term, which is part of the details of how I came by the Lordship. Anyone spring to mind?"
"Well," he glanced at his wife, "I suppose Sunny could if it's really necessary. She's had all the training."
Sunny nodded, still staring at Harry.
"Okay," Jacob said."Shall we retire to somewhere more comfortable?"
Ten minutes and some Wizengamot strategising later, Jacob was sat across from Harry with Sunny by his side on the comfy living room sofa. They'd developed quite a good rapport — Sunny especially seemed to be getting on well with him.
"So, Harry, going to keep us in suspense all night?" Sunny joked.
Harry smiled. "You have to understand, by telling you what I'm about to tell you, I'm trusting you with a good number of very important secrets. I know we are now allies, but if these facts became public knowledge-"
"-You don't have to worry about that," Sunny interrupted, possibly with a bit more force than necessary, before reddening slightly, "I-I mean."
Jacob smoothly cut in. "What my lady means, is that we'd like to think ourselves worthy of our word."
"Of course…. Okay then, big reveal time." Harry took a vial of milky blue liquid from the inside pocket of his robes. "Do you know what this is?"
"No," Jacob replied.
"This is the antidote to ageing potion." The young man then uncorked the bottle and swigged the whole vial in one go.
Before their eyes, the man started to transform. His strong features softened, his eyes got larger in proportion to his face, his whole body shrank, and his clothes morphed themselves to his new form. The man sitting across from them was now a boy.
"Whaaa?"
Sunny was speechless.
"This is the main reason I cannot take my seat on the Wizengamot. I was born on July thirty-first, a mere eight years ago. It would cause too many questions to be asked."
Jacob was stunned. Too many questions was right. Too many questions were piling up in his head right now. He'd had no idea what to suspect when the man… boy… when Harry had said he couldn't take his seat — a long lost descendant of the Slytherin line? A bastard perhaps? The son of a squib, maybe? But whatever he was expecting, this wasn't it. One main thought fought its way to the front of his mind and shouted loud enough to be heard.
"So… I just got my ass handed to me by an eight year old?"
Harry smiled, "Yes, Jacob, yes you did."
Sunny spoke up. "How Harry? How did the family magics recognise you so early? You're not supposed to be recognised until you hit your majority. And why now? Why not a year earlier or a year later?"
"Ah, that is very much a Slytherin family secret."
"But you are going to tell us how you are of the Slytherin line?" Jacob asked, remembering the incredibly one-sided fight he'd just had. "You're not You-Know-Who's lost son or something are you? Come to think of it, how are you so damn powerful? And know so much magic? And how do you have a wand? I can't imagine th—"
"Please, one question at a time. And most of those are also Slytherin family secrets. But I can tell you how I ascended to the Lordship. Even if I can't explain the timing."
They sat, expectant.
"Before I continue, I must remind you that my name is Harry. Not anything else, okay?"
They nodded.
Harry pointed his wand at himself, said, "finite incantatem," and his face was wiped clean, to be replaced by another face, a far more annoyingly familiar face.
"John Potter!" Jacob jumped up, anger flowing into him.
"Lord Greengrass! What did I just tell you?"
Jacob stilled, taken aback. "Oh. Ah, yes. My apologies." He sat down again, very carefully, feeling sheepish for his outburst while everyone remained silent.
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