Theme # 08: Potions


It was as if he had died altogether, yet again. It did not matter, that he had been humiliated, and James Potter's son had seen that. What mattered was that his chest had been cut open once more -- that salt had been re-sprinkled on his wounds -- what he held nearest and dearest and most painful, torn visible for one he hated, and yet could not help but love, to see.

The Potions Master and Harry Potter had not gotten along before. They would never get along, now.



"Having fun?"

The scene evaporated. They were back in his office.