The Hidden Snake of the Lions (Harry Potter SI): Chapter 5

“Control your expressions. If you get me into trouble again, I will not help you with your homework and let to experience suffering at the hands of the teacher.”

At my words, the idiotic kid just nodded timidly.

“Okay”

His voice rang out like a whisper, quite opposite to his stature.

I saw the way Petunia’s hands trembled as she drove. Whether it was because of fear or anger, I did not know, and neither did I care. I could have used Legilimency to probe her mind, try to see if she was planning something, but I don’t think she is worth that much effort on my part.

I hate the Dursleys. There is no doubt about it.

Vernon Dursley is the kind of man that would have made my blood boil even as an Adult, much less the emotionally unstable body I am in right now.

The same went for Petunia Dursley. That woman is a narcissistic monster that only ever cares about herself and her own emotions.

From the very day I was left on their doorstep by that old dude called Albus Dumbledore, I knew that these relatives of mine hated me with a passion.

I did not even need my magic to know that much since it was clear from day one.

But being the adult that I was, I tolerated their acts, knowing that it was only a matter of time until I regained my full range of memories and abilities, which would allow me to move out, leaving behind that part of my life.

Of course, being the narrow-minded people they were, things would have escalated sooner or later.

However, I never imagined that the last straw would be this idiotic cousin of mine.

Dudley Dursley is a fool. There is no doubt about that fact.

He is easily influenced, easily cowed into submission, and very easily broken.

It was this nature that allowed his parents to influence him in such a way that he wanted to become my eternal enemy in everything.

And just like always, on that fateful day, He tried to ensure his superiority.

But being the fool he was, he went too far and touched something that he should never have.

He dared to touch the only thing I have left of Mum.

When that old coot left me at the Dursley doorstep, he placed a letter, a hefty envelope that I guess was filled with money, and a severely burnt locket.

The same locket that I always saw hanging on Lilly Evans, my mother’s, neck.

And this foolish child dared to touch it!

Needlessly to say, I exploded.

Over the years since that incident where I ended up an Orphan thanks to that monster called Voldemort, I have been steadily regaining parts of my old memories, probably because as I grew up, my brain became stronger and much more capable of handling the extra load.

At that moment, all my experience in magic came to the forefront and tortured Vernon and Petunia in ways that would have disgusted my parents in this life.

Of course, I did not see anything wrong with what I did because I knew this kind of people.

People like these always take advantage of the carrot if they are not shown the stick very often. And what better stick than the threat of death via dancing and laughing?

The only reason I let them live was because I did not want to end up covering my hands in blood just yet.

Not until I am strong enough to go against whatever form the Ministry of Magic took in this time period.

That, and I did not want Dudley to end up as an Orphan as well.

The kid may be a fool, but he is not evil and does not deserve such a fate. His actions, while deplorable, were committed with the ignorance of a child influenced by his parents. As such, he had nothing to be blamed for.

Soon, we arrived at the school where I studied, along with Dudley.

The moment we arrived, I got down and moved away from the car, allowing the woman to have a moment with her son and try to ensure that I had not killed him yet. A funny thing that she seemed to genuinely believe with all her heart.

I may be a monster who once hunted down an entire order of Poachers in my previous life to the last man, but I will never stoop so low to kill an innocent child.

As I moved near the school, I took a detour, and instead of entering from the main doors, I walked towards the back door while making hissing noises with my mouth.

Instantly, a small snake crawled out of the bushes where she hides when I am not here.

“Hello there, Vritra. How are you doing today?”

“Hiss~”

From her hiss, I got impressions of pride, happiness, and thrill as images of her various hunts in the past few days filled my mind.

It was another thing I discovered as my memories started to come back to me.

While the picture is not yet complete, it is easier for me now to piece together who I was before all of this.

My name was Adrian. A child born to parents who were slaves in all but name to the nobility of Britain in the 1880’s.

I don’t remember much of my previous childhood, only that it was spent in misery and that we were given our freedom after my magic awakened, making me a student of Hogwarts.

I remember that I had joined as a fifth-year student and had quite the adventure in that year, followed by equally adventure-filled years in school.

After graduation, I remember that I had settled down with my wife in the Scottish highlands and lived a fulfilling life.

There were many, many gaps in the memories and things that I did that have yet to come back to me.

Thankfully, a majority of my magical prowess and repertoire has managed to return to me in some measure.

Including my Parseltongue abilities.

Vritra slithered into my slightly larger coat and settled around my neck, hiding herself from the observers, while I cast a Disillusionment charm on her to make her nearly invisible to others.

I cannot wait to grow up and become strong enough to go out on my own. Only then can I have the freedom to start investigating Voldemort in earnest and start planning my revenge.

Even though it was only for a year, James Potter and Lilly Evans were my parents.

Nobody touches what is mine and gets away with it.

Nobody.