Bad Skittle

Chapter 11

There were rare weekends where hogwarts students were allowed to go home, and today was one of those weekends, well, it was still friday and he would be going back on monday, but they called it weekends at hogwarts.

Regulus had just gotten out of the train and was searching for his parents. They told him to go home as soon as possible and that they'd be picking him up from the train station, but he couldn't find them anywhere, so he went outside and called a muggle taxi.

While the boy sat on the back seat, he could feel the man looking at him through the rear view mirror.

The man laughs a bit when he notices that Regulus caught him staring.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I had a son who looked a lot like you, except that he was a red head, just like his mother, he unfortunately died on a plane crash, but you look so much like him, it's actually a bit creepy, sorry" the man says and Regulus gives him a sad smile.

"I just have a pretty common face, it's not the first time something like this happens, you don't need to apologise," Regulus tells him and he laughs again.

"Your face is unique, some would say it was sculpted on marble, truly beautiful, you won the genetic lottery," the man says and Regulus politely laughs, but he's starting to think that the man is kind of creepy.

"Oh, my brother is unique, I'm not, like I said, I'm pretty common looking," the boy repeats and the man abruptly stops the car, in the middle of the road, and turns around to look at him, which makes the boy start breathing faster.

"Don't ever say that again, you may look like my son, but he was just like you, sculpted by the gods, yet cursed by them," the man says, and Regulus furrows his brows.

"What do you mean 'cursed'?" Regulus asked and the man pointed to his arms, which made him pull his sleeves down a bit, but they didn't cover the scars on his hands.

"He cut himself too, he had a tough life, he was constantly bullied." The man looked down for a second, "and he said my nighttime visits were one of the reasons he did that too." The man smirked as he reached for Regulus, trying to grab his wrist.

Thankfully, he had forgotten to lock the doors and the boy was able to quickly get out and he just ran to the other side of the road and then he kept running, not looking back when several cars almost hit him or when he bumped into an old man and caused him to drop his groceries, he just kept running until he had no clue of where he was and he was sure that the man wasn't following him.

He leaned against a wall and let himself slide down as he let tears of fear and relief fall down. He didn't care about people staring, he had just been harrassed by a 60 year old taxi driver and it almost became something much worse, of course he was crying, it was a stressful situation.

He had been there for a couple of minutes when he heard footsteps approaching him and a hand fell on his shoulder.

"I would love to recreate one of the nighttime visits, we would just need to dye your hair and you'd look the same," the man said and Regulus looked around and noticed a woman walking by who was looking, so he silently pleaded for her to get the man away from him, and she apparently got the message, because she grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled him away from Regulus.

"What are you doing? Can't you see that I'm having a conversation with this young man?" The man asks and the woman moves to stand between the man and Regulus.

"He doesn't seem like he wants to talk to you," she tells him and he scoffs.

"It was no big deal, I was just telling him about how he looks like my son, he's just being dramatic," the man insists and the woman looks at Regulus.