"Do you remember what happened around 6 years ago?" said the Headmaster.
"No…I…" asked the potion teacher, clueless of the answer.
"Your son's death."
This stroke the man like a knife deep into his heart. The moment he had tried to forget, that haunted his dreams, that came up to him over and over again. He then let his back rest against the chair, deep into thoughts, sad thoughts. Dumbledore felt stupid, now that the potion master had finally been able to get over this, he had to bring it back. He got up and looked outside. Severus Snape seemed frozen, until a tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it off and got himself together.
"No Headmaster, that wasn't the reason of my coming here"
The old wizard then sat back on his chair.
"What was?"
"It's about Tsilk, I mean, Mr.Epans."
"Did he pass your test?"
"Best potion I've ever seen…"
"Really? Better than your students?"
"Even better than Miss Granger."
"Well, this is quite surprising, the boy having no trace of education whatsoever, we'll see how surprising he is under other circumstances…Is that what troubled you Severus?"
"No Headmaster, he was in tears this evening…"
Albus Dumbledore seemed surprised by these news.
"Why so?"
"He said something about his father…"
"This boy is far more complicated then he seems…we'll talk about this tomorrow, a good night sleep will help."
The potion master got up and left.
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Tsilk walked down the hallway. He heard someone sobbing farther down. When he walked up to the spot, he found Harry, his back against the wall, all curled, his head hidden under his arms.
"What's wrong?" asked Snape's son.
Harry rose and started to walk away when Tsilk caught his arm.
"Don't you walk away from me! Come on! Answer me! What are you crying for?"
The boy with glasses tried to walk away once again but was pushed against the wall. He looked at Tsilk, who, also had red eyes.
"Why are You crying?"
"I asked you first"
"None of your business…"
"If I tell you, will you tell me?"
"…yes…" said Harry, looking a little bit happier.
"Fine…I cried in Snape's classroom, your turn."
"Uh uh, that's not WHY you were crying."
"Harry, you're annoying."
"I know…"
"You promise you'll tell ME after ok?"
"Sure…"
"ok…It's because it's my birthday today."
"It is? Happy Birthday. That can be why you're crying!"
"Well…it is…your turn."
"It's because of…Sirius…"
"And, who's that?"
"That's my godfather…"
"What's with him?"
"He died…"
"You mean that, your godfather, is THE Sirius Black?"
"Yeah…"
"Wow…that's interesting…"
"Why?"
"Always kidda worshipped him for being able to get out of Azkaban…"
There was a long silence.
"How's the thought of your birthday making you sad?"
"Well, I have many reasons…"
"Like what?"
"I don't want to tell you…"
"What does it cost you?"
"Well, if I tell you everything, it might, no, it will cost me my freedom. Dumbledore hasn't sent me to jail yet, and it's not in this year's traveling plans…"
"You can tell me part of it can't you?"
"I had this huge fight with my dad…"
"What was it about?"
"Well, I love potions. I just think it's fascinating, and…he didn't like it…He told me it was dangerous…He told I shouldn't touch the ingredients, that I would hurt myself. And, while we were arguing, I burned myself…so he got even madder and, that's all I can tell you," said Tsilk with a soft smile.
"Too bad…I would've liked to know the rest…are you sure you can't tell me anymore?"
"Fine…by you owe me then…after wards…he told that, if my potion wasn't perfect, he would never let me touch a cauldron again. He asked me to do a potion from a certain book, a big dusty one. He said I could choose anyone I wanted. So, I did, and, when he looked at the paged I used, the letters disappeared. The book liked to trick him…and he left. And, afterwards, something proved that my potion was well done."
"What potion was it?"
"I don't remember the name…"
"Then what did it do?"
"It put a stopper to death."
"Pr.Snape told us about it long ago…in first year I think…"
"He did, didn't he?"
"So, you mean that someone…killed you?"
"Now Harry, you've gone past the limit. Let's talk about something else ok?"
"Sorry…"
"How did Sirius Black die?"
"He…someone cast an Ava…"
"Oh…ok…and, did you talk about that with Stephan?"
"You knew that…"
"Of course I did, what kind of leader would I be otherwise?"
"A weird one…"
"Exactly. Now listen, you don't want to stay in the Slytherin's hallway all night, do you want to go back to your dormitory or, you want to come with me and talk? It's fine if you want to go back to your tower…I won't mind, I'll just piss off Draco…"
"I'm tired but…I'll keep it in mind ok?"
"Ok..see you then."
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A few hours later in the Slytherin's common room
Draco was by the fireplace, reading some small dark book. He then looked towards the exit as he heard the sound of someone coming. He saw Tsilk, his clothes dirtier than ever, covered with mud, and with a few more holes. His shoes were about as disgusting, and hair was in the same state. Tsilk was going to walk right past him without a word but was stopped by the blond.
"Where were you all that time?" asked the blond.
"None of your business…"
"You're disgusting."
"Are you sure? I think I could've got a little bit dirtier…"
"What did you do?"
"I went in the forest, but I fell into a few puddles…"
"What made you go there?"
"I just wanted to…"
"You just want to get expelled!"
"That's another reason…"
"Why do you want to get expelled so badly?"
"None of your business! Now let me go, I want to get a shower…"
"You don't usually like to be all sticky?"
"No, where's the shower?"
"When you get upstairs, you go to the far right and you'll find it."
"Thanks."
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