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Authors Note: I am not going to update in a while, going to work on my other stories. So read and enjoy.
*And if you like Percy Jackson, read my other story 'Death's Path'!
"I believe you were a picky one, and insisted you would never buy from me again. Come over here and let me measure you." Madam Malkin continued, waving a hand over to the pedestal, she began taking measurements. She remembered the last time she saw Creton, it was when he was nine. His father had ordered him dress robes for a ball, and when they received them, the boy hated them. Her daughter had thought ruffles would look better than the straight look, and in changing the design she angered the young master. She had thought she had lost one of her best customers that day. She was so furious, she fired her daughter. Telling her never to change the design without the Masters permission.
Creton followed her, stepping up on to the pedestal. Giving her a pointed look, he answered, "Yeah? Well considering you are the only one who sells Hogwarts robes, I really had no choice, did I? Anyways not like I even want to go to a school ran by the 'Great Albus Dumbledore'. " You could say he had a grudge against the old fart, but anyone would if they were left in an abusive home to survive. If Xavier hadn't found him when he was five on the streets, he would probably be dead or worse. The Dursleys had left him near the Leaky Cauldren for one of his kind to find him. What no one expected was that he would land into one of the darkest family's possible. Serves the Light right not checking up on him.
Madam Malkin watched as the young masters face turned into a blank mask, much like young mister Malfoys did when deep in thought. "I suppose your right, young master. How is Lord Silver these days? In good health I hope.", she cheerfully questioned. He used to be one of her favorite customers, but that was years ago.
Harry signed, and ran a hand through his hair. " I'm afraid he passed some time ago at the hand of auror. I am the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Silver now." It still saddened him to think about his father, and then always gave him a slight flash of anger of how his father died.
Light wizards had come to search the house for dark objects that day, and found nothing. In a rage, they locked Lord Silver in a cell and tortured him the death. It had been two years since that fateful day. Creton couldn't wait till he gained full access to his inheritance to take down the Light, like they did to his father.
"I'm sorry for your loss, he was a good man." the Madam signed. So many families have died out due the corruption of the Ministry. Mainly 'cause of Albus Dumbledore, leader of the Light, has made dark wizards out to be evil. Knowing she was done with her measuring, she told the boy, no man, in front of her quietly, "If you need anything let me know, I may not be on your best side, but I was a good ally of the past Lord Silver. Please remember that."
With a nod, Creton stepped down from the pedestal. He knew this was not the time to make enemy's, so he said his goodbyes. He would return later that day to pick up his new clothes.