Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but you already knew that.
I let them all believe it was blood that stained my robes. Bloodstains would give me a more interesting reputation. They would make me seem more intimidating. After all the truth was just too embarrassing. What Slytherin would want to be known for dying in the manner I did. Who would want to be known as the guy who accidentally blew himself apart while trying to remove the ink he'd spilled on his most expensive set of robes.
